Poetry Blogs (Nov 2009)
Monday 30th November 2009 9:28 pm
Also by Steven Dark:cathedrals of illuminated sins | Typical Archetypal Archetypes | we are one | typical archetypal archetypes | Ariadne\\'s Thread | I Know You Are With Me Not | s-wave | Isis | Drunk & naked in a graveyard | no power defeats the Circle | shapeless & transcendent | like no other love before | Greenwich Meridian Poets? | the Dust, the Dust |
We are neither always good, or all powerful,
We are not the strength of fossil bone,
We are not the taking of each death
To ends of Earth,
We are not as individuals – the globe!
We are not infinite, immortal or timeless
Within a shroud of silence,
Monday 30th November 2009 1:28 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:We Once Was Animal |
New open floor poetry night in Chester!
The details are- "The Cellar Door", 7.30pm every 1st Monday of the month @ The Bear and Billett Pub on Lower Bridge Street, Chester. (top floor).
However in December it is held on 2nd December due to bookings at the venue.
Look Forward to seeing you there!
Please spread the word !
Sunday 29th November 2009 7:10 pm
You don’t know me
Just what I want
To present to you
Just thought I’d make it clear
Once and for all
I’m forever in costume
Trying to not play the fool.
But he brushes away
I sew my face into position
A flawless smile
Can avert all questions
Society provides the script
And I strive to play
Their ideal heroine
Though I don’t desire perfection
But he soothes the...
Sunday 29th November 2009 5:32 pm
Also by Jessie:This is us | .... | plastic dreams | Worst kind | He's nothing special | Bleak | . |
THE PENSIONERS ARE HERE
You can see them,
As dawn breaks,
Shuffling down the street,
One goal,one purpose,
To sniff out fresh meat,
Eyes burning with bitterness
Evil desires that can't be sated,
A picture of pure wickedness,
hearts consumed by hatred
I could bludgeon them to death,
I could wring their scrawny necks,
Sunday 29th November 2009 11:53 am
let us love like foxes love
screeching in the night
let us love like foxes love
hiding from moonlight
they are locked together
in their act of love
with love’s arrows pinned together
coupling foxes cannot move
if man fox rips from woman fox
he might tear out her heart
let us love like foxes love
crying in the dark
don’t interrupt the foxes
in their desperate love play
let us love l...
Sunday 29th November 2009 9:08 am
Also by Ann Foxglove:South with Endurance | at the opticians | eyelash | Swimming Away | Having a poem | With apologies to . . just about everyone |
Turn hand to all things,
such as a Salad Nicoise
feeds, biting the hand.
Saturday 28th November 2009 10:44 pm
Also by Augusta Darling:Voyeur On The Wall ( Date Rape ??) | A Thousand Oceans More | Four Ways Five | Love Me Until the Morning |
sprouts from a soldier's lips,
stretched out on a centipede's back,
knowing every coroner is a breathe navigating
myself up a spider's bath.
Our words are lovers, my love;
a path of slippers whispering, lost
traipsing in fierce barnicles,
communes of moths hurting in the dark
painting memory with a lick of tact,
longing for sleep and the labyrinths
and the rust of promises...
Saturday 28th November 2009 8:50 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Bethany | Cinderella | A Secular Affliction | Miss Proteus | Cosmopolitan Suicide | The Sons | A Palette |
Sunday 29th November 2009
84-86 Great Eastern Street
Host: Vis the Spoon
Tuesday 1st December 2009
Y Tuesday at the Poetry Club
Three Kings Public House
Hosts: Ceri ...
Saturday 28th November 2009 6:54 pm
Also by Alain English:Poolroom Poetry | Panto Schedule | Emotional Poetry | Employment Poetry | Unholy Occupation |
It stalks, that stalk
That veiny beast
Claims victims in the dark
Malevolence is manifest
Each time it meets its mark
And thus succumbs
A portal to the truth
Consigned the virgin innocence
To the memory of youth.
Saturday 28th November 2009 5:18 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:Petal | Bingo | Dereggub | Bound by Silence | Tom Ketchum (a bastard of a piece) | Power of Thought | What's it all about | Norm. | Coming to you. | Coward Review | Astute Coccinellidae |
This is Paris if I close my eyes
The smell of roses and the taste of rich coffee
Words of greats; Baudelaire, Flaubert
This is Paris
The touch of an artist, the sounds of gentle guitar
I hold out my arms to feel the breeze of the Seine
This is Paris
The feel of cobbles and the bustle of busy streets
Street sellers selling art and memorabilia
No violence, just movement, like waves of near ...
Saturday 28th November 2009 5:15 pm
Also by Claire Alexandra:Time Begins Today | I am | By Night | Superstar Revival Club |
based on my mad dreams from last night after having too much beer and watching the stunning nick cage film Knowing too. this came to me and drunkenly i did it in my phone and then wrote it out. i cant ever tell the gal coz she wont wanna know. i believe we'll be together in another life. but i want her now but she not want me. such is life.
What strange dreams I have. Of HM, of ...
Saturday 28th November 2009 2:39 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:a mad poem on a bus driver lol | some more poems | some plane/war poems from my new plane poem book |
For many a year, pondering
Playing out this wicked bout
a chess-boxing match
between a man i deeply respect
But my time is now
I remember the iris, speaking in a tone
humorous yet solemn
some great enigma
His voice just as mysterious
As that sly, chilled expression
Saturday 28th November 2009 1:46 pm
Also by Ridge A. Dillard:Rapture |
.....hello......testing (THIS IS NOT A POEM- PLEASE DO NOT COMMENT) ......testing......hello.....(am I really doing this?...I should be poking sticks at the weather...)......testing comment disablement procedure......please enable the 'tick' should you require comments to be posted......(god I thought I ticked all the right boxes.....but he did....apparently)...testing.....hello.....(PLEASE DO NOT...
Friday 27th November 2009 4:17 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:I dreamt of the end-of-the-world last night! | Betrayed | The stops | I Leant Against The Wall | thole swoopstake | Advice to the Elderly November the Fifth. | The shame of social embarressment of a man farting loudly in a lift full of women. | The shame of sexual disfunction of a man with no trousers. | The shame of Impotence discovered by a second party. |
17th July 2014
We’re writing this letter to you from our old table at Café Denis on Silver Street. Please excuse us for not contacting you on a regular basis, but you seem so very far away. The truth is, we didn’t know if you wanted to hear from us at all anymore, especially after everything that has happened. I know we are taking a bit of a chance, but you might read thi...
Friday 27th November 2009 12:02 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:The Sodium Songs | Victoria | Violet | Fugitive | Radio Day | Rainbow Fade | Can Sweeten the Ocean | Henry Miller at Denny's | The Red Rose of Palookaville | Nineteen and the Mermaids | Pressure Drop |
A Fly in the Butter
I love a word
Whose position can
Confound the sense
Of syntax plan
And leave a phrase
On its fine sound preening
As to its...
Thursday 26th November 2009 5:51 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Girl in a Lake |
Wednesday 25th November 2009 2:50 pm
Also by jabulani mzinyathi:scattered | thought tracks |
(for those who feel the shopping catalogues overstate their products.
Image: allthe sky.com)
Insomnia wakes the dreamer,
Blinking through double-glazed eyes,
Up from the warmy bed
She searches winter’s frosty skies.
Padding across carpeted floors,
Past polished dresser
And out of the door,
She carries her pro-articulated ladder.
Up against the eves the...
Tuesday 24th November 2009 9:18 pm
Also by jane wilcock:Horse Power | Perfect |
No time like the present
No present like the time
Tick ,tick, tick
A life of grime
Cant turn the clock back
On we go
Suppose you could relax
And go with the flow
Join the rat race
Take that look off your face
Don’t get left on the shelf
Do as your told
Stand in line
May I be so bold
Is it a crime
No time like the ...
Tuesday 24th November 2009 11:08 am
Also by Spencer Robertshaw - 07703 558825:Musicians | Powertool | The man who would be king. |
You say you love me,
but you don't know me.
You will never see
who I'm to be.
Four days past.
Your love can't last.
You went too fast.
Now, I'm past.
you can't find
or tear apart.
Now, I will disappear,
slip through your fear
because I can't stay here.
Destiny lies beyond the clear.
Untitled (Based on an old poem)
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Tuesday 24th November 2009 12:50 am
What shall we have for tea, my love?
I don’t fancy the chippy an it’s not fridey night anyway.
I ad beans on toast for brekkie
Which wer very nice, by the way
Love to love your brekkie.
How ‘bout a chinky-poo, my love?
And yeah, I know we were at the buffet the other day
But it’ well nice, well tasty and...
Ok, we don’t ‘ave the do, reh, me.
Oh, oh, oh, my litt...
Monday 23rd November 2009 8:05 pm
The new Streetwise 2000 'Head Wobble' book number 2, 'Where Is Your Head At?' has just been launched.
Myself and many other young people have contributed to this handbook that gives personal insights, poems and information on many different conditions and problems that young people may face.
If you would like an example of my poetry/ educational writing or know any young people who would benefit...
Monday 23rd November 2009 5:47 pm
Also by Gemma Lees:A Little Bit More |
Artist supporting Artist
Not under the radar
But above it.
Artist supporting artist
Paintings on the wall
Not hanging by a thread
Not hung at all
But painted onto it.
The wall being the backdrop
On which the artisan paints
The back ground
For every artist’s palette.
Lines and hills
Dips and gullies
Monday 23rd November 2009 4:42 pm
Also by Beulah:No Warning | An Artist’s Reflections | S.O.S. | Going Home | At the Core | The Conclusion. |
Islands lost to sea
That tomorrow’s today away
That tomorrow’s today away
A child is born
Cry of uncertainty
Tear in mother’s eye
No rain, only pain
Crops fail, again
No food, no milk
That tomorrow’s today away
Sunday 22nd November 2009 11:08 pm
These shamans with their second sight
might tell you they are guided-
by misted past lives,
a distant queen,
They will wring their hands,
face the awful agony of clairvoyance-
annoyance and blessing they say,
with the pain of it all.
Cross my palm-
for the next hour
on my carousel of wonder
you will sit-
and in a bit
I will te...
Sunday 22nd November 2009 2:58 pm
Also by sian howell:2 | Sticks and Stones |
You can see it in my face
I made the wrong choices listening to all those negative voices
That I followed and swallowed like a chocolate cup cake whole
Instead of letting it pass my lips
Or spitting it out
I doubt I will ever be able to sort it out
I traded love for alienation
Work for boredom
Depression saturates me like vinegar po...
Saturday 21st November 2009 5:09 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:Rendition of my heart |
the usual Texas chain saw massacre scenario
one day I’m really going to have to deal with my problems
if anything they ruin my dreams
I prefer tropical shores and love making dreams
not blood dripping
hanging on the edge for deal life dreams,
in some I even die.
I suppose I have got used to them
the horror always hurts, but its familiarity becomes is its own enemy
its little Achilles’ heel.
seems theres dra...
Saturday 21st November 2009 3:01 pm
you smell me....
from the fragrance of my cologne....
you hear me......
whispering in your ears sensual words of love...
you see me......
in the corner of your eyes........
you touch me.....
when you are asleep dreaming at night....
it hurts me.....
to know your all alone without me to hold you tight.....
Friday 20th November 2009 7:42 pm
Also by JEFF.W:ghost... | back of your mind.... | one thing i know to be true..... | MONA LISA |
Descending panting from the top
(where god is always in the lower case)
The wind bleached lichen
gives way to greener stuff.
We re-assert a modicum of breathless grace
and skirt the bog (why is such a vastness called a 'mere'?)
much as we skirt the subject
never managing to reach the nub of it.
At the bridge we part
before all our alibis expire.
In your face the rumour of a tear
and I am just a hank of woo...
Friday 20th November 2009 11:35 am
An awakened spirit can never rest,
like tidal wave with frothy crest.
Rushing forwards, breaking high,
erupting, soaring, never shy.
Ecstatic seizure of a world in motion,
a powdered mountain, swelling ocean.
Never knowing what he shall find,
Never regretting what's left behind.
An adventurous soul must be free,
feels desperate under lock and key.
Like wing-clipped bird fi...
Friday 20th November 2009 11:02 am
Also by Andrea:Wives And Girlfriends |
I want this
More than you perhaps know
The promise of peace
The seduction of your grace
Am I caught like an insect
Unable or unwilling to escape?
Your embrace closes around me
Like the venus fly trap
And I am on the verge of surrender.
The reality of past hurt rings
Like alarm bells in my deafened ears
But silence grows
And I am drawn
Like a moth to a flame.
All consuming, all forgiving
The taste of your l...
Thursday 19th November 2009 10:15 pm
Also by Andy Williamson:A Day in the Life (2) |
The Taj Mahal
Stands before me.
White and pure
Its slender minarets
Reaching to the heavens
Its jewelled mirrored eyes
Glinting in the dying light.
Thursday 19th November 2009 11:52 am
I stir from my sleep the feelings are there
As I draw my morning breath my minds in despair
The gnawing and the clawing on my guts they take revenge
These demons that haunt me they never seem to lend
To lend respite to my dilemma
They just burn like glowing embers
Taking over my mind it feels so never ending
As I go on pretending and pretending
Pretending that I'm trying when inside I feel...
Wednesday 18th November 2009 4:58 pm
Also by bernadette herbertson:Freedom of the Butterfly | Left versus Right | Mixed Emotions |
This one's not for
the anthologies or
that how-to-do-it book on poetry; perhaps
just for an open mind or mike :
it's simply to describe, attest, that
writing poetry is like
a really satisfying shit..
aaah, that's better, I really needed that...
now to get on again with life...
some further joke about
fortunately escapes me.
Wednesday 18th November 2009 4:29 pm
Also by michael shepherd:'Obligations' | Philip Levine, poet. For Jim. | George Seferis, poet | Reading the poems of Billy Collins | Olde Englisshe rondelaye | Anna Akhmatova, poet. | Two Cows Deconstruct Derrida |
‘What’s it all about - Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?’
What’s it all about?
That it’s all in a piece of bread
The breaking of and the partaking of
Transubstantiation is a very long word
Can you spell it?
And I’d so love to join them
But bless me, I can’t
Born agains know
As they jump in and out of water
Praising the lord and trying oh so ha...
Tuesday 17th November 2009 1:13 pm
Also by Isobel:Coming Home | WOLOP S for October |
From an almost comfortable battered saddle
I straddle a pale camargue mare
Balanced by boots of Spanish leather
In low water stretching to the sun
A flamingo dancer in feathery sunset pink
Cast her net for blushing shrimp
Salty sweated hide and sea kale scents
Subside as afternoon’s stored energies run out
Grey stillness descends
Monday 16th November 2009 9:41 pm
THE CLEETHORPES TREATY
Politicians got their
treaties mixed up.
They agreed for
Cleethorpes to be
the capital of Europe
and for Jedward
to be the new President.
There was no referendum.
'The Sun' was appalled
because they had no influence over it.
They shifted their allegiances
to Skegness and
'Strictly Come Dancing' instead.
Monday 16th November 2009 2:11 pm
Just a quick shout-out to say that Friday's Poetry Kapow was a handsomely-dressed bunch of poetry fun. Thanks to our open-mic poets, featured artists, contributors of STUFF, light and sound and bar-folk, documentors, fortune-teller (!), and other willing punters and participants. Video and audio recording will be available soon. Thanks to photographer Anna Berry for her stunning gallery of the eve...
Monday 16th November 2009 12:46 pm
Red plimsolls, step outside.
Gold, green, auburn and burgundy
permeate pavements, walls.
Palms, fingers – caress Magnus the cat: His eyes smoulder.
Squirrels forage, tails like ships
in a whirlpool of leaves.
Black and white collie scarpers past
Red plimsoll’s step inside
Sunday 15th November 2009 5:26 pm
Mother says I eat fast when I’m unhappy,
Like I have got used to there being no time.
She looks for signs like this
Knowing that only after
Will she find out what was wrong,
Pours the wine, loosens tongues,
Serves up all the desserts I have ever loved.
There are more courses ...
Sunday 15th November 2009 12:45 am
The wind blows wild as Rooks explode
In buffeted delight.
Spreading their wings into the squall
In roistering, reckless flight.
Their swirling tangled dance of joy
Proclaims a mastery
Of three dimensional excess
And death to Gravity.
Saturday 14th November 2009 10:46 pm
Also by Barrie Singleton:HELL MANNED |
Feast of New Fire, as Sun’s Moon swells in sky.
Then Earth’s Moon, as seeds sprout under soil.
Balance Day and Night: New Life Feast, Moon of Eggs.
Dangerfire: Lucky’s Moon; Green leaf and grass blade.
Moon of Blossoms, Moon of Bees, for Lith at Solstice.
Sky’s Moon: sun is overfull, but Look not Sadly.
Gatherer’s Moon: Set store by, like squirrel.
Balance Night and Day: Windy Moon blows...
Saturday 14th November 2009 2:00 pm
Long lost they lay beneath the ice
in which their skated feet had cut a slice
as they once pirouetted together in delight
on a sparkling winters moonlight night.
The press would say they ran from view
and for a week or more theories anew
of where they went and how they slipped
past those that this accident had tricked
Pressed together their souls entwined
all troubles past, think of them kind
for such ...
Saturday 14th November 2009 7:51 am
If logic is reason
And reason is perceptive
Then it is perfectly logical
To perceive reason
As individual experience.
Because one logic battle's another's
For ultimate experience of reason
And for unknown reason's
They all experience righteousness
Through reasoned perception's of previous experience's.
In mathematics this is known as unknown 'x'
If i perceive my own ex...
Thursday 12th November 2009 4:07 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:At Least We Tried. | Man of Many People. |
It will kill me
I'm sure it will.
Be the death of me!
Or will it?
Tooth and nail
to the grave
will render me
Or am I?
Am I sure?
I lie here
For love? Hope?
A second chance?
Thursday 12th November 2009 2:18 pm
It came on swift wings.
A soft caress
that smoothed the colour
from her cheeks
and painted her lips
Sweet jasmin breath
with a gentle hush
amongst warm auburn tresses,
the sun slips
behind the horizon
to joyous farewell,
as an orchestra
take up their wings
their final s...
Thursday 12th November 2009 10:34 am
that's the way it is
it's hidden but
naturally we pretend
and dissimulate, but
life exposes us and
love outflanks us, and
youth is no defence
How can we live seventy years without
nothing learned, no insight
gained as to how we are
yet change is possible.
Thursday 12th November 2009 9:47 am
We have finally settled for the night
Sleep last on the list
The wait is on to find words succinct but sweet
That will settle and soothe us to sleep
A significant silence stretches out before us
It seems to go on for an eternity
I wait, revelling in its poignancy
Not willing for false sentiment
I’ll wait for words that ring true
Finally the wait seems to be over,
Your cough punctures the...
Wednesday 11th November 2009 10:45 pm
I sat in the front room
Boy scouts came knocking at my door
They asked if I wanted any jobs doing
I said yes
Jeff couldn’t do them anymore
Jeff was dead
They didn’t know
I loved Jeff so
Time for me to join him soon
But better get these jobs done first
They were on his list
I thanked the boy scouts
They reminded me of Jeff
He always did the jobs...
Monday 9th November 2009 5:56 pm
The radio clicks on; John Humphries yaks about Afghanistan
Hell man! Does it ever stop?
The light calls through the curtains laughing about a bright winter morning.
You are warm and languorous next to me
But you don’t want to move; trapped by our tangled limbs.
This morning it will be me that brings us tea to sip whilst we talk in bed.
The big black dog has left and in it’s place
A small wiry terrier sh...
Monday 9th November 2009 5:30 pm