Poetry Blogs (Aug 2009)
Hey! I got a new series of poems called 'Pointless.' Wanna read 'em? Well, I'll post 'em anyway. I hope you like 'em. It's pointless not liking 'em. (Right, that's enough 'ems for now.) I'll just post 'em, I mean post them, one at a time so as not to overdo the pointlessness, which would be pointless.
Life is pointless, so is the earth
So is the sun, so is your point of view
Art is po...
Monday 31st August 2009 11:51 pm
Awaken him you say?
is it not better to let him sleep,
see, he is at rest,
better that then his rightous anger,
his swift and bloody vengeance on those
who would disturb his sleep of eons.
Be at peace yourself,
for it will surely come to pass
that when the time is right
he will awaken from his slumber,
then we will know the
anger and vengeance of the
Monday 31st August 2009 10:38 pm
On looking into a cot
For you and you alone,
Creation has somehow come about..
for a moment, held its breath
and then, breathed you,
to demonstrate its awesome powers.
For you and you alone,
worlds have collided : not
the planets and the stars
in their graceful distances
(though some say, even they colluded) ��"
but worlds of cause and mind and body;
for you and you alone,
miracles have become c...
Monday 31st August 2009 4:15 pm
1st Day Reflections
What a day. The time’s flown
Since you came into our lives,
And here you are, all togged up,
Spick and span (for now) and five.
“Have you brushed your teeth properly?”
The 9 months pregnant pause
Before the unconfined joy.
Nothing really then to do but wait.
It didn’t matter, girl or boy.
“Are you sure you washed behind your ears?”
Everybody fussing ro...
Monday 31st August 2009 9:00 am
After a Holiday Affair
God damn distance!
Hurl a mountain into the sun.
Swallow the sea.
Turn the earth inside out.
Stomp on clouds!
Kick the planets out of orbit -
Be cool, fool!
Smile, converse, concentrate.
Add a splurge of madness;
Subtract a little loyalty.
Balance the impossible.
Happiness is equilibr...
Saturday 29th August 2009 5:07 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Do Not Lay the Burden | Old Woman in a Corner | Singing To Grandma's House | Moon Month |
First let me introduce myself, my name is M Rene Riel and I live in Southern Ontario , Canada. The words that i reveal to you, are all that i have!
"the spoken word, from thyself, is a great gesture from a humble nature" M Rene Riel
My life and my motto: into the wind we all will soar and flightless dreams will be no more!
I started writing about 14 years ago, which started as a hobby, and as ...
Saturday 29th August 2009 3:11 pm
Have you ever noticed
Have you ever learned
Did it take you long to see
Did it take you long to flee
The more you gave
The more they took
and when you stopped
you got an angry look
How they loved you
so they said
How they smiled
cause you were good in bed
But do not give them any more
Then you see them getting sore
Then their love it turns t...
Saturday 29th August 2009 11:30 am
What a load of stuff!
I am obese with bits,
accretion, things that keep me in orbit.
I can arrange it neatly on the floor
like sweeping up the dust.
I can walk away.
Friday 28th August 2009 6:14 pm
John Gilpin was a citizen of credit and renown
A train band captain eek was he
of good ole London town....
Well John Gilpin is no longer
and london no more a town
but to be a true citizen
is worth of credit and renown.
the values, they have scuppered
many lost upon the track
of railroaded progression
with loads of looking back.
how can the train go forward
if it is facing abaft?
though it has two faces
Friday 28th August 2009 6:12 pm
Also by Beulah:Hope Square | basic as I am getting going |
i am enigmas
and rows of teeth
and i am tough
like heavy boots
because i'm not too shy
to show you
in the present thoughts
of how we might fail
when you mistake
a sense of fun, with ease
and sit back
whilst i demonstrate
how to climb a hill
Friday 28th August 2009 10:52 am
My niece was reading some of my poems while on holiday this week and it seems we have another budding poet in the family.
These are her very first attempts so please comment if you wish but no critique. Thankyou. Janet.x
I am but a moon,
a light which leads the way.
Who am i?
Well what should i say!
I may be a large rock,
some say i smell like a sweaty sock
but either way
Thursday 27th August 2009 11:08 pm
No chipmunk on his shoulder
No stardust in his eyes
Alvin parted waters
Poetic pathways to find
Led people to safe haven
Heaven's remedy on Earth
Lightened heart with laughter
Gladdened weary soul with mirth.
Thursday 27th August 2009 10:00 pm
Also by Isobel:Words |
I hear the sound of my breath
Loud and heavy as I explore an alien,
Yet seemingly familiar environment.
I have to remember to keep breathing
As I crane my neck in all directions
Amazed at what I can see
My body is encapsulated in black
As I become more confident
And improve my glide
My guardian angel partly controls
My vest as I rise and fall
And feel ...
Thursday 27th August 2009 9:34 pm
the felt dresses the libertine skeleton
who scathes all meat as cancer,
cold air took the plate and hands are glass
with lipstick marks,
the carrot dangles
like a corpse of sin
and turning away, a figure tuts
and teeth litter the path.
Thursday 27th August 2009 7:08 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Listening to Nina Simone | Deaf and Mule | Vietnam | medicine | The Dead Mermaid | Echo and Narcissus | War Widow |
As you read this poem
What is this poem going to be about?
You read the fourth line
And go back to the start
And read the first five lines again
It becomes clear
This poem is about you
Reading a poem by Alvin Guinessberg
I could write a better poem than thisAnd that poem is my gift to you
Thursday 27th August 2009 6:11 pm
Also by Alvin Guinessberg:Read more and leave comments | Who I write poetry for |
I hide my true feelings with a smile an a nice look
Cos I don't wanna end up smashed up with glass cuts
I work in a club with fat hens and big cocks
They complain that I serve them a drink in a plastic pint pot
But I really don't give a fuck
Roll on 3 oclock
They order sambuca shots even though they hate the taste
I laugh inside as they screw their face
It's full of gangsters who sit on the dole
Thursday 27th August 2009 11:55 am
Also by Mike Anthony:Park | Wrong Again | Lost |
The Big Chill : all the right sounds but not necessarily in the right order
Drum ‘n’ bass
Wednesday 26th August 2009 3:45 pm
Also by Dave Morgan:If........... |
As the curtain falls
on old Victoria,
it rises for The Great Gabbo.
A private audience
with a child genius
and his wrinkled Sailor Doll.
Drinking from glasses, throwing voices,
salty banter from an aged timbered mouth
full of the sin of dark rum and pieces of eight.
He tries to keep the old man at arms length,
whilst jiggling him on his knee
arms flailing and pointing
scaring invisible birds, from...
Wednesday 26th August 2009 12:00 pm
Although slowly dying.
Relinquished its beauty for many ungreatful beings.
Them! They complain, but they aren't truly trying.
Hell is Earth!
Wednesday 26th August 2009 11:24 am
Sent off with hopes
Keep coming back
Containing “ Nopes”
Should update this for the email submission age
Tuesday 25th August 2009 9:42 pm
Are locked in a trunk
At the bottom of the sea
For no one to find.
They eat away at me
And want to escape,
But fear and guilt stand in
Someone else's anger
Someone else's pain.
The lies are seeping out.
You can see them in the rain,
Smell them, feel them
Embrace the truth.
The whole world knows now,
There's no one else
Tuesday 25th August 2009 5:31 pm
Silence is a beutiful sound
I dont seem to have heard before
Relaxing in a chair
I listen somemore,
But thats when the bell goes
And you storm through the door
You call me a whore
and drag me onto the floor
The beutiful silence has gone
as you kick me on the floor
my ribs are killing me as I stand
And beg you "PLEASE! NO MORE!"
But thats when you backhand me
On your breath I ...
Tuesday 25th August 2009 2:09 pm
Also by Sarah Clark:Here we go again! |
I put this poem on the poetry review site, first one I had written in years and haven't fine tuned it because if I do, I feel that it will take away the specific moment of the poem. I just wrote it - tell a lie I did fine tune a couple of tiny little bits, mainly that involved the dreaded ' apostrophe'. If you looked at the poetry review, thanks for all your great comments on it and thank you all ...
Tuesday 25th August 2009 11:17 am
Also by Nicky Burrows:Write Out Loud! | Lilley | Glass Eyes |
All things are transient,
The rowan tree grows,
season on season.
Senses the earth breathe
and shift in her roots.
The sun feeds her leaves.
Blossoms fruit to ripe red berries.
Away the leaves fall,
Night sky winters,
And frost snaps at her branches
She will repeat to fade.
apologies to mr garside , i suspect either he or i or we have used one of these lines before
finally managed the edit , ...
Monday 24th August 2009 12:50 am
in middle age
her face speaks to me
a fingerprint in time
individual and perfect
it speaks to me
with no words
in youth bland
the same as any other
a vivid venus
a perfect thorn
amid the safe roses
i prefer the thorn
it knows things and protects the rose
Sunday 23rd August 2009 5:28 pm
Seize the day
Seize it quick
Cast your eye
Change what’s in your mist
Colour your eyes enliven your skin
Conjure up beauty from within
Call your friends to arms
Camouflage your soul
With a can do attitude
Caress your mind
Coil up those murmurings
Like a Catherine wheel
Unravel and watch it explode
Sunday 23rd August 2009 12:00 pm
Also by Cat P:Permiss my cry | Theme: Trash | No love lost here | Theme: cruelty | Fucking (comfortable) In Pink | Looking glass |
Put sunflowers on my coffin
When I am gone.
Big bold bright faces
Lifted to the sun.
Do not put roses
Petals curled tight in
Hiding their sweetness.
Mediocre and melancholic
Nothing flowers from those
Who knew me not.
Do not put lilies
White and sterile,
Their death stench reaching
Down the years.
Sunday 23rd August 2009 11:40 am
Also by Cate:A Cheeky Little Number | Our Gramps |
Want more radiant skin?
Go live in Chernobyl
Need to shed a few pounds?
Go live in Ethiopia
Want people to stop calling you racist?
Cut both your hands off, then your tongue
Try not to glug
Need people to stop calling you homophobic?
Go shag a Queer
Want to learn how to understand irony?
You can’t – there are no books on it.
Need to believe?
Saturday 22nd August 2009 8:55 pm
It's my wedding anniversary and I catch the early morning train to work.
An hour later I'm walking along a corridor, into my office on the 13th floor
and I think I must be in trouble as my boss is standing by the door.
He says, You'd better go back home. The Doctor's with your mother.
Next thing I know I'm sitting on the blue seat of a train that's pulling
out from Waterloo Station. Opp...
Saturday 22nd August 2009 4:12 pm
Also by Rodney Wood:A PATH THAT MIGHT LEAD NOWHERE | MY NEIGHBOUR'S EULOGY |
Friday 21st August 2009 6:37 pm
Oh for an ivory tower
From which I could dispense
My wisdom to the numpties below,
The plebs, those too dense
To comprehend the word of god,
My gospel and my revelations.
My soul/sole mission in life,
Is the edification
Of those less gifted,
And to share my wisdom,
Liberally, in large doses,
In this, my chosen fiefdom.
Friday 21st August 2009 11:18 am
Abraxas On the Neighbour's Dog
Oh, oh how I wish it was the 16th century
And basic maths was sorcery
And the coding language of word processors
Was as distant as the Eighth Path or The Cross.
I would call Abraxas, I would be haruspex
I would cast the bones of your mother,
I would boil her like a turgid skin kettle
And lift her on sticks to det...
Tuesday 18th August 2009 11:24 pm
I asked my grandmother,
when she was dead,
where I was from.
She wouldn’t tell me when she was alive.
In my dream, she lifted a label.
Made in Israel.
I asked my grandfather,
when he was dead,
where I was from.
He wouldn’t tell me when he was alive.
All I heard
was his violin,
Dej Aug 09
Monday 17th August 2009 9:36 pm
Also by Deborah Jordan Bailey:Virtuality | Aurora |
Monday 24th Agust 19.00 - 20.30
Taurus Lounge Manchester
Presented by Katy Stewart
A collection of poets from established to up and coming; from all walks of life, backgrounds, sexualities and viewpoints - all reading their work with an intimate audience, answering questions and enjoying healthy banter. Come and have a drink and a giggle whilst appreciating the hard work that goes...
Monday 17th August 2009 8:08 pm
Also by Anna Percy:The Illustrious Magazine | Illustrious Magazine |
This poem came about when I was just playing around trying to use just three words to a line. I'd appreciate any feedback you guys have on it! Let me know what you think:
Silent and cold
Chills the bones
Freezes the blood
Unsettles the soul
Harries the mind
Wailing and shrieking
Harridan voices calling
Keening, crying, weeping
Sanity’s requiem keeping
The dead dance
Monday 17th August 2009 12:53 pm
Also by Steven Kenny:On Being Alone | Watching The Clock |
Monday 17th August 2009 10:16 am
All of this came out years down the line, in my multitude of creative interests that a...
Sunday 16th August 2009 12:14 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:I love Bill Hicks (being tickled) | waa waawaaa | Accent | is you is? | snip-snip | I Have That Tape Still | Twisted | Icelandic poem 1 In the voice of Bjork | Icelandic poem 2 In the voice of Bjork |
Whether to be or not to be,
To take a chance on you and me.
What to do or not to do,
A second choice for me and you.
Infinite possibilities there,
What to withhold or what to share.
Strands of viable outcomes meet,
Wait your permission before they seek
The path, or strand you then will take.
The random choice that’s now your fate
So trembling stand at crossroad, r...
Saturday 15th August 2009 8:36 pm
The poet in question was always writing words
they were always written down as fast as lightening.
His poems grew larger than life
His muse became his wife
but if he couldn’t write he felt too much strife
his words, his verses, his stanzas began to swallow him whole
writing came out of ears and out of his soul.
They started to tattoo him in unfortunate places
Friday 14th August 2009 6:59 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:Redemption |
banal is a fist shaking with anger that is too scared to strike
banal is every kiss, tick and a nod
that should have been a diss, a cross and a shake
banal is a should that should have been done
Friday 14th August 2009 4:29 pm
Also by Emma Roy- Williams:18 months experience |
up and down, down and up
gripping a metal detector
intent, determined, unwavering, bowed,
concentration etched into his face.
Watched by a woman leaning on the fence
like him, in her fifties
They did not know I was watching
to see what they would find
to see why it was important
to know more about this mysterious coupl...
Friday 14th August 2009 3:06 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Attention spans |
One foot flat on the floor
Hands in pockets
Other foot on the wall
Eyes like petrol puddles
Huddled hoodies, faces hidden
Skinny, skilfully rolled cig
Pinched with yellow finger tips
And perched on dry lip
Crystal kids don’t care at all
Crystal kids lob bricks
Glistening shards of glass
Can’t pierce bravado this thick
Can’t touch the depths of disappointment
Thursday 13th August 2009 10:29 pm
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played,
She feels the urge to paint a world with blood.
She watches moonlight dance along the blade.
She dreams a world of red in every shade,
Would banish all the rainbow if she could.
Gone is the mind where love and hope once played.
All trust now shredded, reason torn and frayed,
A hollow corpse where once a woman stood;
She watches moonlight dance along th...
Thursday 13th August 2009 12:49 pm
Also by Anthony Emmerson:"John" |
The sun setting,
turning Alcatraz orange.
This city is a beehive
A buzzed up honey trap.
Always stinging itself.
Crawling through the Mission,
finding beaten books.
The ghost of Jack.
And I eat Chinese from a box.
Replacing the English in me,
from City Lights to Basildon.
The world slides.
Wednesday 12th August 2009 11:44 pm
Has anyone had any experience with Erbacce Press? And what is your view of chap books?
Saturday 8th August 2009 10:04 pm
He turned up now and then, until one day, not at all
Got word of his death from a note pinned to the wall
'Your ten o'clock won't be coming in,
unfortunately dead, case resigned to the bin.'
Sat down in shock, the boy was only eighteen
Sweet young lad, just couldn't stay clean
Booze was his demon, liked it too much
Had no courage for life, unless it was Dutch
Dragged up by ...
Saturday 8th August 2009 12:02 pm
Also by Andrea:Tramp Stamp |
Faster than thought,
His retracting pupil checks, stirs,
The yellow eye sees, movement, caught.
Folds wings fleeting, speeds between trees,
glides, with the grace of a dancer
in a silent world.
Unqualified precision, cold.
The beauty of hunger, propelled
sleekly, through a funnel of air
brushed by light feather sweeping down,
down to the ground.
Into the chasm, small and gr...
Saturday 8th August 2009 10:05 am
alone in a darken room....
the curtains are shut, the lights are dim....
feeling isolated when nobody calls in....
staring at the wall the mind is pondering....
the imagination slowly wandering....
being alone makes your mind play games...
disasociating yourself from reality....
going into a world of virtual reality.....
Thursday 6th August 2009 9:57 pm
Also by JEFF.W:Always there never to be forgotten.... | credit cards | Memories.... | Questions Or the Answers | Your Charms |
"I saw it all"
said the witness
"For I am the carpenter"
head down, foot up,
arm stretching ever more...
"Try to keep it to that line
hold it straight and true."
Teeth vibrating every stroke
board slipping, blood dripping,
from the deep cut then resulting.
Said the seamstress
"A stitch in time
you know will save nine."
Came forth from her needle tongue.
Thursday 6th August 2009 3:15 pm
Also by Dave Dunn:Clammy Shadows | All Butt All |