Poetry Blogs (Jun 2009)
Nicola Beckett on reflections of hell (4 hours ago)
What you see
I will not be altered
By the perception of others.
I will not be seduced
By promises of the popular.
I will not be bannered
By headlines not my own.
I will not be tarred
By the brushstrokes of strangers.
I will not be overwhelmed
By the crushing of censure.
I will not be destroyed
By the sound of silence.
I will be controversial.
I will fly in the face ...
Tuesday 30th June 2009 11:41 pm
Also by Cate:The Body Builders Lament | A Pretty Shitty Little Ditty... OR.. It Was Good Enough For Shakespeare.... | My Little Red Haired Laddie | Stock Market | For Isla | I am..... |
So strong, the crystal clear sorrow,
that breath is left forgotten
to lie at the heart of emotion
and, though words chain together,
no reason will extract them from sound.
Why do you cry within my heart?
So delicate, the crystal clear voice,
that I can see the body I don’t know,
the tense curve of the thin neck,
the bare arms drawing the absence,
not from the lover, who left, but from within.
Why do you sing...
Tuesday 30th June 2009 9:51 pm
Also by Armando Halpern:Deliverance | Summoning the Dead | Memories from Limbo |
Through tendrils thick as mortar,
and scent as dense as hurt,
a window grows scantily
and sheens a jaded skirt.
Winter pulses warmth,
summer diseases carnivore,
triumph for the vine
to choke the family sore.
The house becomes the hill,
the serviced dines inside,
turning Key into prisoner,
a sanctuary that lied.
A nest that steals the egg,
a moon that eats the earth -
Tuesday 30th June 2009 2:19 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Das Medusenhaupt | Plough | Human Farm | Epileptic Stigma | Prophet Protest Phony | Hysteriana | Hunted Nadja | Go to Hell | Lighthouse | Thousand Machine | Girl | Talking | Divorce | Thousand Yard Stare | Fawn | Vincent |
Matisse red dress
Out to impress
Until the milk white
Bright of dawn
Click chic walking
Yearning for a cigarette
Go home Charlie
Cold coffee chancer
Hot fingers dancing
in the moon
Slippery silk sheet
Morning into day
Upon a pillow
Dreams walk sleeping
Keeping darkly secr...
Tuesday 30th June 2009 10:40 am
Also by Augusta Darling:Love Me | I Am Your Beautiful | Baking Bread with Mother | The Kiss |
This is a true story in rhyme, it happened last year when one member of staff was trying to plan the usual deprtment Christmas do. I've left the boss's name off cos' he didn't see the funny side of the remark. Pah Humbug!
Johnny looked at the year planner.
This time of year it was his manner.
“A team n...
Monday 29th June 2009 4:20 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet::Managementpot Tosspot |
Through the bay window
the evening sky turns a gentle shade of
pink and violet…
The setting sun
glistens on a ‘planes vapour trail
and I think of my husband
halfway across the Atlantic…
of my son on the other side of the world…
and my lover
two miles down the road…
Monday 29th June 2009 1:42 pm
Also by Rosalind:It's Only Words |
We pay their wages
We’re their bosses
They’re there for us
To care for us
So whenever I forgot my watch
I asked them the time
Wouldn’t think twice about
Stepping out of line
I wouldn’t even so much as dodge a train
Or cross a road without looking both ways
But I’d still start feeling guilty if a police car crawled past
But it’s all part and p...
Monday 29th June 2009 12:41 pm
Monday 29th June 2009 11:45 am
Also by John Togher:Sunday Afternoon | The Fool Who Ate The Gruel |
Mad falsehoods fill the fallen hero's head
as ghosts advance apace at reason's yield.
They trample 'cross his muddied neurone map
where synapse-stumps bestalk a battlefield.
Born into life's affray, scarce half equipped,
his strategies too few for victory;
with elegant redoubt of mind's finesse;
Babel at bay, he shunned cacophony.
But now comes ignominious collapse;
Sunday 28th June 2009 11:09 pm
Also by Barrie Singleton:Taken at the Flood | Alternative report on Iraq | Noblesse Oblige |
under the heady
Sunday 28th June 2009 7:24 pm
...and then the pack just turned,
Upon itself. With words that cut, with smiles,
Like knives, whetted on secrets, bought with trust.
They found the weakest one and laid her bare,
The runt, who until then had trusted that,
Her place inside the cohort kept her safe.
But no, quick flash they turned and pinned her down,
The quest for other flesh had drawn a blank,
The blood w...
Sunday 28th June 2009 6:37 pm
Also by Ian Hayles:Lice |
All my days have numbers,
and every day is numbered –
if I give each day a number.
Each second follows minute,
every minute follows hour,
the numbers don’t get smaller
I just rattle in my shell;
a shell inside a shell,
Like a Russian doll of shells.
My defence is superficial
to the shell that is my skin,
then the shell that was a person
can be found somewhere inside.
Sunday 28th June 2009 4:01 pm
Also by Dermot Glennon:Patterns in darkness |
Elbow deep in murky water
Dried egg stuck to his chin
Trevor the triffic kitchen porter
Plunges more plates with a grin
His daylight hours spent below ground
In the glare of fluorescent strips
He’s worth more at his age than minimum wage
He doesn’t even get tips
He scrapes leftovers from fine bone china
Of sturgeon and chateaubriand
Scours thermidore he could...
Saturday 27th June 2009 11:23 pm
Also by Horace Thespider:Hanging Loose |
A cool breeze blows from the west,
Airing a sigh of relief,
That some steps will be took,
Water, boughs, soil, limbs and leaves
Of brazen lawlessness,
They know not how to recompense,
To be the fools,
To bind us all,
To the bitterness of their wrought consequence
Drastic action will be needed,
Before the end,
To bring them to ...
Saturday 27th June 2009 10:52 pm
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:The Capture of the Dodger |
The Piano Concerto
the friend who perseveres
with words - weed - wine
and music -
the notes unfettered
flying across the ceiling
running up the walls and
swinging from the light fixtures
cascading over my consciousness
in a delirium of sound -
the melody was lost
each crystal note caught its own life
and leaped gle...
Saturday 27th June 2009 3:54 pm
to change a fuse
to say you are my lord
to say you are my lady
to change channels
to be honoured, and
to give honour
to make love, new way
to be married
to be executed
we may kneel
Beside the bed of a dying friend
or pleading, begging for mercy
we may kneel
To be vulnerable
To be blessed
we may kneel
To find what is lost,
To lose ou...
Friday 26th June 2009 2:36 pm
We all need a little chocolate in our lives
Chocolate is the answer to everything
Soft smooth milky delight
That’s melts on your tongue and sooths the soul
Wicked hard dark exotic chocolate
That takes longer and tastes stronger
But it gets to the parts
That need a lift.
Melted chocolate flowing in fountains
Firm plump strawberries
Dipping delving diving
Deep into pools of chocolate promise
Thursday 25th June 2009 7:38 pm
Also by Valerie Cook:Conspiracies |
Confessions of a Cyclomanic
I tried, and you tried,
But salvation would not come.
We said all we could say,
There is no more.
My constant pushing,
And your brave pulling,
Trying to get me into,
The phase we liked.
Euphoric I loved you,
Dysthymic I hated you.
Yesterday I wanted you,
But tomorrow I wont.
Thursday 25th June 2009 5:24 pm
Sticky ice-cream fingers
on afternoons the length of a holiday,
the revenge of a smeared ant nest,
changes measured by the summer grass
shared chips and love’s boiled egg
gone with the sun in the sea,
a tumbling fumbling romance
on a green bed of insects.
Shedding skin in the shade,
eyes squinting on the pool side.
I’ll shield them with a golden cloud
and show off my gory pink.
Windows right down to fre...
Thursday 25th June 2009 11:53 am
Monday morning. Running late.
No time to brush my hair. Tear coat on garden gate.
Job centre on Tuesday. Need a new job now.
Don't like the woman there. Patronizing cow.
Wednesday night. Take That concert.
Feel like a teenager. Scream til it hurts.
Interview on Thursday. Still have a sore throat.
Have to meet the boss, with a hole in my coat.
Friday is gym day. Bump into my ex....
Thursday 25th June 2009 7:23 am
Before You Go Forever
Lukes house was spotless: as white as the snow on the ground.His mum would always spend days cleaning the house from top to bottom before she went away, to him it felt like she was cleansing not cleaning. Ridding the home of guilt, impurity and the strange things that had been happening lately.
She would of course never admit to the feeling of guilt but who else w...
Wednesday 24th June 2009 11:59 pm
"2B or not 2B" ?
is the question the pencil salesman asks
Wednesday 24th June 2009 10:22 am
Also by Richard David:Me & You | I need you.....I think | Existence | Banksy Not Chomsky !!! |
Softened black ground under foot
Smell of hot tar and spring
Has come; buttermilk white
The blackthorn sprays
On the lips of iron-age ditches.
Primroses speckle their green banks
New scarring earth’s old wounds.Lanes exhale tang of burning old -wood;
Through this perfume ,rare as sandalwood ,
I wend the road that leads
beyond these hills
Towards the sun of other day...
Tuesday 23rd June 2009 9:15 pm
Also by stephen smith:Making Allowances -a polemical parody | Souvenir -(Persian Gulf 2001) |
The beast in me sees the beast in you
and I see what I want to do
Lust catches me unawares
I stare into your eyes and look you up and down
You are the water in which I want to drown
the flames in which I want to burn
I am like a savage caveman who wants to conquer you like Genghis Khan
But I would do you no harm
Your arms would be the charm around my neck
Your legs aro...
Monday 22nd June 2009 4:59 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:Poems |
This sprung from an excercize which was supposed to revolve around a ping pong ball and how it changed my life and to be written in a twelve syllable format. It's odd how an idea can alter ones perceptions and create something quite different and completely out of context. I don't make any bones about my lack of poetry terminology or skills but i am becoming more open to positive critique. So you ...
Monday 22nd June 2009 3:35 pm
as if by magic.....
One, easing the poetry bus down Radcliffe Road, approaching the bridge that spans the mighty Tonge.
Two, its last journey, all decisions made, Metro Salvage assure me they pay “top prices”.
Three, Joe, six, chunnering in the seat behind, goofing about school.
Five, brown blur slaps windscreen, disappears as brakes slam.
Six, simultaneous thoughts, (is that...
Sunday 21st June 2009 5:58 pm
I was always under the influence, never over it.
The hit of the bottle from opening to closing,
Exposing the weaknesses, dehydrating the senses,
Pretences abandoned, inhibitions floored.
So pour me, poor me, pour me another drink
Before I sink any lower, and my spirits hit the floor.
I was always under the influence, now I am sober
And over the worst for the first time in years.
But the fears seep in li...
Sunday 21st June 2009 3:24 pm
Also by Rachel Eley:Dead and Glaston-Buried |
………..yet, the crying never stops,
Defiantly I wait to be the pax,
But the hercy bird to freedom
Seems forgotten in the past,
And with the twilight of every
Starlit night, the memories of
Kurdistan come flooding back,
A deluge down a tired track
Warms a path upon my face, and
With haste I take a chemical
Remedy and know the
Nightmares are inbound,
And a s...
Sunday 21st June 2009 2:51 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Part Eight | Part Seven | Part Six | Part Five | Part Four | Part Three | Part Two | Always | Open Borders Of Your Soul | Open Hearts | Open Mind | Open Eyes | Sleepless (Part Two) | Sleepless | Satellite Speak | Sacrifice | Mirror Man (Part Three) | Mirror Man (Part Two) | Mirror Man | On Being Snubbed! | Sixteen June | The Feminine Beauty | Enemy | Crude Oil | Incerlik | Love Poem |
Friday 19th June 2009 1:57 pm
Also by Chris Jam:Zest filled VyBZ | YoYo | NewZfLazH | Mi CaSA | WhispA WarM wavEZ | StaRK iraQ | ManCwaY | First thing |
There are times I get it wrong
With quickened heart and quicker tongue
Fired up anger and fearsome words
And sometimes logic gets all blurred
My inner beast in passionate grip
I've got some bite, got some lip
Filled with regret for what was said
Text message sent, too late, been read
Could kick myself, instead of him
He's just had it in the shin
Fantastic night, in fancy bar...
Friday 19th June 2009 11:03 am
Also by Andrea:The Mood Detector | Fight to forgive | Magpie Feathers |
Incisions and Excavations has brought five poets, three directors, twelve performers, a visual artist and a composer to the operating table for the creation of an immersive and magical hour of site-specific theatre within one of London’s most atmospheric museums.
Their patient: poetry. We invite you to hold a stethoscope up to s...
Thursday 18th June 2009 8:43 pm
Sent me mental
Makes me detrimental
To my sensational
Words I write
Beside my frustration
Trying to get it right
I’ve tried to strip it down
Return back to the start
But it’s hard
When my part in the
Art is heartless
I feel like my heart’s
Just an empty carcass
My mind’s like a dart
But I can’t regardless
Of my soul harness
That’s strapping me in
And confining the din
Of my screami...
Wednesday 17th June 2009 4:12 pm
Today my soul is born a new
Its raised so high I swore it flew
My soul soared high above just like the breeze for the morning dove
Above the grey and into the blue higher and higher my heart flew
To see the sun once more, to feel the peace and joy that I adore.
Wednesday 17th June 2009 12:44 am
THE GLIMMER MAN
All through the night, the dawn and the day, the Glimmer Man keeps riding
Weaving in and out it seems he’s chasing shadows from my dreams
Stepping outside time and space, holding me in his embrace.
And the Glimmer Man keeps Riding
The crystal lights reflect his goal to keep me safe to keep me whole
Reaching out toward the light to change grey glimmer i...
Tuesday 16th June 2009 2:15 pm
Also by Eleanor Nelson:I'm alive |
Bantry, Co. Cork, Ireland - 15 June 2009 - Poets Express is pleased to announce the list of special guest performers appearing on 11 July 2009 in Bantry, West Cork, Ireland. Manchester (UK) performance poet, experimental sound artist and novelist AndyN; internationally known performance poetry troupe Scream Blue Murmur from Northern Ireland; poet, author, and journalist Derek Fanning from County ...
Monday 15th June 2009 10:21 am
ode to the thought sniper
[ copyright owen calvert 2009 ]
Monday 15th June 2009 6:02 am
Would that I
Through needle eye
Of your desire
Tread heady high heel
Joy upon the back
Of lust and fire
Grind flesh on flesh
Till pain should
White heat reach
Sweet blister weep
Arched fingers splay
Not found by day
Till glistening skin
All done in
Readily to sleep…...
Sunday 14th June 2009 10:30 pm
Perched upon its cliff-top view
Looks down hungrily
Friday 12th June 2009 7:59 pm
Yes, there are times when you think you have made a break through in this cut and thrust world of poetry. Then it happens, a mention on the radio (which you know nothing about) and only on the Tony Stringfellow show Page One.
Yes the email came flooding in from our trusted Mr Blackburn telling me of my success, and after a quick reply expressing many thanks, the plan was put into action to liste...
Friday 12th June 2009 6:55 pm
Also by Paul Broadhurst:Apology from the MPs |
on rainy Saturday mornings
a well-spent ninepence
was all it took
to leave a headscarfed mother
in some chattering queue
for luncheon meat
or lardy cake
and step inside the transport
to Planet Zog
Or Dead Man’s canyon
via Keystone or some cartoon city
fortified with Mojos
and Mambo juice
in strange shaped cartons
we’d jostle for the back r...
Friday 12th June 2009 1:06 pm
What is life without love and passion?, A room cluttered with material possesions, What is life without hope?, A waiting room for death, What is life without the children?, The end, Sometimes i ask myself, What is life without diversity?, A bland meal with no seasoning, So....what is life without the sun,moon and stars?, An answer, Would life be better without hate?, Or should we be gr...
Wednesday 10th June 2009 11:14 am
British, Not Pure
They would, perhaps, be less inclined
To rant on racial purity
If Britishness were more defined
Precise, and with more surety
But such a task is far beyond
All experts in ethnography
Genetics does not correspond
With cultures flowing wide and free
To take my case as case in point
I’m English – that is plain to see
My passport is distinct, not joint
Tuesday 9th June 2009 11:42 pm
It wakes me in the small hours
Bog eyed batty
Then loads it's burden upon me
'Til I'm shaken
Shattered... and scatty
It's like a giant
And I'm held as it's captive
It's shackles bind me
And make me inactive
The satisfaction levels it gives me a...
Tuesday 9th June 2009 5:24 pm
What granite, grey, glow less forms
Separate both you and me
For pastures green
In the seasonal sky
Dear we met a year ago
At Kings Road, Brighton,
Let me begin to tell,
The words said on that day.
“When we have lost,
All our meanings, and resolved
All our mysteries, we will be alone,
Together, on an empty shore.
Those words, that day,
Still cautious to your charms
Tuesday 9th June 2009 1:45 pm
Spied amongst the bargain paperbacks
Lilac words beckoned
Dragging me from my cappuccino
Requiring me to open virgin pages
Demanding my attention
Sucking me in
My ego, subconscious
Had transferred itself
Into black and white
For all to see
Beneath a dark coat
Tuesday 9th June 2009 10:38 am
She sets her jaw and yawns
in the first of the sun
outstretched on the marble step.
Covent Garden afternoon, the fools are out,
socks and sandals
pipe packed, yellow teeth
the last true Englishman walks by
she sits, sets her jaw, yawns,
(the marble step leads to the church)
crowds arc around a performer, who walks
the wire, dislocates his shoulder,
jumps, eats, breathes fire,
Monday 8th June 2009 10:11 pm
Good Over Evil
As a little youth mi was always bright, One even asked mi to turned down mi aura light, Mi know mi a, b, c and mathematics right, If you buck with mi you feel an intellectual might, In the ghetto mi hold things tight, For mi walk with love not fright, All the youths them mi tell fi stand right
Words is wind and blows are unkind, So no bother with fights, stay calm & everyt...
Monday 8th June 2009 9:53 pm
when i feel down
i walk around
home of the lonely
and not so profound
I phone up tony and we both go down
its were all the colours leads to brown
the bowling alleys been rebuilt
out of silt ,in the valley of guilt
watch it mate its my pint youve spilt
karaoke in "Bobbys bar"
the marine lake is making way for a Spar
Monday 8th June 2009 1:32 pm
Wrote this for the Birkenhead Park poetry competition, didn't win, but well, never mind eh?
It’s so long since we walked in BirkenheadPark, together
And wandered at will down the paths, or fed ducks on the lake,
And rolled in the grass, or sat under a tree in fine weather
Where light-sabres of sun fight the dark-side, and we lie and wait.
Watch blue, fish-shaped, sky in an ocean of leaves mak...
Sunday 7th June 2009 10:27 am
Sometimes he wishes
he was a hero
and fly to the moon
in a few seconds
but he can't.
Other times he wishes
he was Spiderman
and climb up
a block of flats
quicker than the
naked eye can see
but he can't.
He's even on occasion
wished he could stretch
further than Mr. Fanastic
but he can't.
He's Andy N.
I don't have
any special powers
nor any amazing ability.
I can't fly
through the clo...
Saturday 6th June 2009 12:25 pm