Poetry Blogs (Jan 2010)
Vautaw on YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) (8 hours ago)
You know something, James? You broke my heart.
The horrible thing about this situation, my friend, is that I know that I'll never get an explanation. I know that I'll never get an apology. I know that you think you've done nothing wrong. It has never been more true than with you - be one hundred percent behind someone, before you stab them in the back.
I can honestly say though, that...
Sunday 31st January 2010 11:47 pm
When you were small,
A child at play, you’d make a world all of your own
Where you were “King” sat on the throne,
And in your world there was no suffering or pain
Just happy little children, of every race and name.
Everyone was happy, no one was alone
Everyone was cared for, food and drink for all
There everyone had innocence, the greatest g...
Sunday 31st January 2010 11:23 pm
Also by Carmine Grimshaw:In the Dead of Night | Equally -Equal | Northern Rain | Lost In Drink | Cross your Fingers Count to Ten |
Slowly, ever so slowly, inching on our way;
Destination Whitby, vivid Autumn day.
Scenery magnificent, weather matching too,
Clouds of alto cirrus, sky of powder blue.
Picking up momentum now, further down the line,
Engine snorting like a mare in steady 4/4 time.
Leaning from a window, moorland coasting by,
Nigel Gresley out in front, cinder in your eye.
Sunday 31st January 2010 9:56 pm
Also by John Coopey:Thumb Rings |
in these streets of no joy
the quiet has disembarked
reap what they sow
in the bus shelter
as the village bike
looks on disdainfully
blowing pink bubbles
shaking hands and
chattering babies’ teeth
the icy winds of pleasantries blow
winning the land
from the sea
of muddy salt flats
Sunday 31st January 2010 9:15 pm
Also by Banksy:city folk | when we met | the coffee table book | I'm Lovin' it | jay-z n dury | the walled garden | a lump in my throat | 27th July 1943 | Convoy Basrah | new man | as good as it gets | minnie me | the lollipop man | betrothed | The Suttee Show | day two | Puttamonton Park | whispers | all that glistens | Dachau | in Moniker Alley | friends | autumn leaves | summer long ago | round our way | urban planning |
I delayed leaving for work, caught a glimpse
Of a surprising sight - the Inquiry
Into Iraq, and Blair’s live appearance
How is he looking? Boyish? Furtively?
How is he acting? Innocent? Guilty?
And how is he answering? Well? Or ill?
Chilcot has got him there, true, but will he
Get him, or set him free? Well, time will tell
But now I had to leave, for duty called...
Sunday 31st January 2010 5:42 pm
I still don’t know
how you take your tea
whether you’d prefer
like I lack the foresight
you’d drink red
instead of white
for telling wrong
for bringing those
in the shadows
back to the light
forgotten how much
for you to show
Sunday 31st January 2010 5:29 pm
Also by Cat P:Radiance | Ten |
I am not me, I am no-one.
I am but the husk,
all that remains after the birds have had their fill.
Lost and hurting,
I misplaced myself amongst the wreckage
and for me there is no 'black box'.
I do not remove the veil,
I am filled with loathing by what lies beneath,
and so, my veneer is smooth.
I hope you do not see the fissures below
because i am scared to look beyond the d...
Saturday 30th January 2010 10:45 pm
Four this week from tomorrow:
Poetry N Motion - Sunday 31st January
Motion Bar Embankment London WC2N 6PA
7pm - 1am Entry £7 (All Proceeds for the Haitian Earthquake Relief)
TBC - Kid, I Wrote Back - Monday 1st February
7pm - £3 entry
London E1 6JE
Y Tuesday the Poetry Club - Tuesday 2nd February
8pm Start - Free Entry
Saturday 30th January 2010 6:38 pm
Also by Alain English:This Week's Gig List | Second Skin Theatre Double Bill | PSC Meeting Stop the War: End the Siege on Gaza | Generous | Panto Poem |
It begins with the singular
An embryo's worst nightmare
To multiply too many
And discard a familiar friend
So one dies
Love be the perfect poison
For the imperfect
Only the ugly suffer true love.
The world is an atlas
Of invisible physics,
Equations tame confusion
For soldiers of academia
And the poor parachute
Saturday 30th January 2010 12:05 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Sarcastic at half - collapsed ridge. | A Week In Words. | Serenicity. | The Politics of Gender | Beach. |
(Valentines poem 2010)
A saying someone told to me,
these days when even love is tough,
“if you love somebody, set them free...” –
give them a false sense of security
then when they come back to you,
tie them up and ,
You know, like...
Saturday 30th January 2010 2:39 am
Also by Dermot Glennon:Dogmatism | No way out |
Walking the tracks again
With my face to the rain
Every step I take in fear
Of that ever-nearing train
I cheated death
I cheated truth
And now there is no proof
More than what my accusers say
But they increase in number
With every single day
So they shout 'He stole'
Well, I admit
I may have borrowed some
And I may have lied
When they looked me in the eye
And I may ...
Saturday 30th January 2010 12:21 am
Also by Tom:I Am A Violent Man | The Prettiest Music | Echoes For Answers | Different Keys |
1. THICKER THAN WATER
The Grenadines, Saltwhistle Bay.
I think of Robert Righteous
& de Youths Rasta Restaurant
while drinking a glass of Carrib Beer
on the shores of Saltwhistle Bay.
Lunchtime and I'm sitting under
a Rasta flag with Robert Righteous
who's an angel spreading stories,
plates of seafood, dreads and smiles
wider than Saltw...
Friday 29th January 2010 10:02 pm
Also by Rodney Wood:CARRIB NOTEBOOK | THE LEAST OF HER SINS |
The A20 Havocs scream over Holland at fifty feet
looking for trouble in their game of death,
they attack the canal network, a flight of six planes.
Turning tightly they start their runs,
shooting tracer shells that rip open the flimsy barges.
In a huge blast the ammo load goes up, taking a plane with it,
falling debris and bits of fire, nothing more.
Friday 29th January 2010 9:58 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:ghosts poem | trine poem based on a norwegian gal bass player | poem |
The passionate whore,
Who opened the door,
Did not look to the future seas.
A choppy storm, the big waves formed,
As slowly she sank to her knees.
The love, no white dove,
Crippled fell from the leaves of her very tall trees.
Created so slow, but yet she didn’t know,
An object so small as a pea.
Friday 29th January 2010 8:23 pm
Also by dana langland:The Climb | Innocence |
Each day they come. We see them on the shore,
come rain or shine.
They climb aboard the boats, some with excitement,
some with trepidation.
Some look really sad.
The boat speeds out to where my friends and I
are frisking in the waves.
We wait for them - it’s our job, it’s what we do.
With help, they timidly descend into our r...
Friday 29th January 2010 4:38 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:Arts and Crafts | Coming Home from Evening Church | loving the knife thrower | on finding a voice | the timid Valkyrie | marriage tense | swan's down | fable | moon girl | The lovesong of a lonely vampire | our winter visitors | If I had a horse | The WOW Factor | Pollyanna | If you can read this . . . | my love is like the train waiting | newsreaders | warm me twice | twit-like | Walking home on a summer evening | weather girl | HD |
Five minutes late already,
who in the blue fuck wrote this timetable?
My four year old would be better able to compile
something that made better sense
but that's just my two pence worth anyway.
It's a crying shame that I have to resort
to measures such as these
just to get from A to bloody B - ,
if taxis weren't so damn expensive
I might think about
Thursday 28th January 2010 8:20 pm
Also by S.J.:Getting even | Mother's pride | I am woman | Sperm donor | Divorce on grounds of abuse | Invisibility powder | Facebook Stalker | Dysfunctional lovers | No me without you | Working class winter |
regrets presiding over the inquisition
in the torture chambers of past hurts
the subconscious relentlessly whacked
blood curdling screams shatter the present
shards of broken hearts there everywhere
the ghosts of the past stoutly refusing
stoutly refusing to yield to the future
there a fresh dawn yearning to sprout
time healing these broken hearts
Thursday 28th January 2010 4:40 pm
Also by jabulani mzinyathi:gutted | fruits of failure |
It is 1975 on Antons Road
in Halewood, a new town old when built,
old with tired people thrown here by fate
and urban renewal, overrun with children
and here comes Emma, part of the flotsam
and she is crying
“What's wrong, Emma”
“They say am men'ally handicapt,
and they took Ginny away and said
ah carn marry Alan, and
ah carn have no more babies
Thursday 28th January 2010 2:16 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Satnav life | Coffin Life | A meditation - the Sun Goddess of Bidston Hill | More than a puzzle |
Mr. Skoulikaris' earthly expertize
like dolphins, ballet beneath the seas'.
A synchronized swimmer of the soil,
his elongated torso coils, curves,
graceful and fluid through tuberous roots
and seedlings. Aerating, preparing the soil
for delicate tendrils to permeate
on their journey. Photosynthesis,
ultimate metamorphosis to saturate earth
that we might feas...
Thursday 28th January 2010 1:49 pm
if you want i will do....
if you do i will want...
but its down to you....
to make it for two!....
Wednesday 27th January 2010 6:50 pm
Also by JEFF.W:milkway.... | the end of the world..... | the beginning and the end..... | home? | the olympics | scary thoughts... | bullshit | love & hate | the fugitive | mind your tongue! | sweet sour to the point | will this never end?...... | the right way?!...... |
I kinda get it ‘cause the snow ain’t been that bad in thirty years
And every other bed were took up with old dears
But I just slept, I weren’t shouting out like the rest
I didn’t need no help with washing or getting myself dressed
I weren’t pissing me bed and blaming the nurse
Who interspersed skin piercing, heart monitoring care
With telling me off and making it...
Wednesday 27th January 2010 12:11 pm
To Fellow Poets
if my mind worked
like your mind
where is the joy in that
because your ideas
broaden my ideas
you thrill me
perhaps I would not say it
but enough so
to understand your thrust and pull
to glory in your view of things
Wednesday 27th January 2010 11:31 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Summer Storm | Directions | Waiting for Mummy | Force Seven |
We were a strange eutectic mix that summer
Clattering our bikes and rods down farmer’s tracks
In search of perfect swims and privacy.
I had, by nodding agreement,
the best collection of floats, spinners and spoons
arranged by size and colour, in the best box.
You were the only boy I ever lent one.
Approaching, in Apache crouch, our favour...
Tuesday 26th January 2010 2:02 pm
ribbing over The Golden Rivet
and who was Blossom giving it to tonight?
A sudden screech
and thirty sunbrowned arms
shielding Pale Northern Eyes
from the burning sun.
And sommat's comin'
kicking the fanny over
sluice with soapy bubble of
rum and oil and water.
And man the fuckin' gun Tom.
Man the fuckin' gun.
Monday 25th January 2010 10:23 pm
Also by Rachel McGladdery:They Can Be Polished | House Porn | Darling Sweatheart | Snow |
I’ve seen a baby bobby
On his baby bobby beat,
Only maybe 5 foot tall
In baby stocking feet.
He’d got a tiny truncheon,
And a little pair of ‘cuffs.
I bet he finds it hard to run
With all his b...
Sunday 24th January 2010 9:37 am
Many Gods But One
I want to write an epic,
An epic of proportions where
Each and every opposite, pulls
Gravitation past its orbit, to spiral
Out of minds control,
Of disapproving states
Like sea-saws movement bouncing
Bigger – up and down,
A balancing o...
Sunday 24th January 2010 12:38 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Womb Words | Bowled Over | OXO to Oranges - Safety Words for Loving Couples! | More than Vision! | Radio of Souls | When We of Poverty, Where Next? | Ode to Nomalungelo and Child | Namibian Dousing | The Woods | Freedoms Of.............. | Oh the Hypocrisy | TRAIN TRACKS |
Saturday 23rd January 2010 11:42 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Sterile 459 | Yellow | Paralysis | Prelude | Mandlebrot Certificate | The Assassination |
flying over a country makes you feel nostalgic if you've done it before
just knowing you're there above all the greens and all the blues
all the people you've once met but will never see again
whilst they gaze at the morning sun
you have pierced the clouds;
which appear like the peelable skin
on the top of a warm glass of milk
awaiting the turbulence and turmoil
and to rejoin th...
Saturday 23rd January 2010 10:42 pm
you speak in metaphors
shining with a wintry discontent
grey-yellow on this dust
that dodged your view
or perhaps, you are yourself
the brightest fiery metaphor of all
Thursday 21st January 2010 2:48 pm
Also by michael shepherd:Being the Monna Lisa. Exclusive. | The Young Poet | The Aged Poet. for Kealan if | in praise of a fellow poet | Sunlight on white paint. For the New Year |
A November Tuesday.
The city London.
Some at the bus stop.
Two lovers cross
For the south.
There’s a black rubbish sack.
and wrapping around
an old mans legs.
He trips over,
helped up by a boy,
with pink spiked hair.
Thursday 21st January 2010 1:59 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Liverpool Street | Broken Stones |
The dream of lying naked with that perfect woman,
amongst the sweet smell of summer meadow,
beneath azure canopy.
The freshness of a sprinkling light shower,
kissing your soft delicate skin,
baked by noon day sun.
The afterglow of our love on our island green,
drenched by beads,
lost amongst furnace toasted dunes.
Like birds of prey this imagery...
Thursday 21st January 2010 1:50 pm
Bellied, like the seed sack of a
snapdragon, protruding forward,
into life. A short life (though
a new birth, nevertheless).
Edging into a black lash jungle,
tracking a pathway clogged,
by those that went before.
It shifts balance, and tumbles.
Over the precipice, downward,
descending. Gravity - pulling this tear
into being, tracing m...
Wednesday 20th January 2010 9:01 pm
They stole my heart,those wonderful used to be,s.
always they spoke firm,neccessary words,intermingled with hardened mirth.
sat in pipe haze,waistcoated dad,s.
pie baking mum,s content to hear their own hummed repetoires
bundling in, all smiles,the big protective brother,back from unknown tricks.
those two! him and rum induced laughing Uncle,fireplace hogging clowns!
Wednesday 20th January 2010 1:06 am
Was it sweet
or being failed
dreaming of olive
and greasy kisses
at the chippy
or was God involved?
the blister of
my nervous disposition?
time in my
locked in thought
Tuesday 19th January 2010 7:59 pm
Submissions saught to email@example.com for the February edition of Cartys Poetry Journal.
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Tuesday 19th January 2010 5:37 pm
Also by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh:That We May Never Have to Play Dalibors Fiddle |
On your knees before me
Head bowed, filled with shame
My presence is absorbing
As I softly speak your name
Gentle, but with firm command
My voice so resonates
You attend to every breath I take
Your heart pounds as it waits
So enclosed and so aware
Confined within this time
I’m wrapped around you totally
You feel so much, you’re mine
Tuesday 19th January 2010 5:30 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:Denial | Time to stand still | Joy to watch | Castle Keep |
THE HYPERTENSIVE SPARROW
It struck me as odd whilst adjusting my tax
How sparrows never drop dead or suffer heart attacks
So I turned from my tax form feeling quite tense
Trying to justify my thoughts and make sense
After all, what pressures intrude the nest?
The birdies can’t be too stressed or depressed
Why should the birdies be blesse...
Tuesday 19th January 2010 3:03 pm
Also by Nells:THE WAGER | RETROSPECTIVE | ALL THESE THINGS I KNOW | GRIEF VOYEUR | A Policeman's Lament |
The flowers unfold
as I pick the rose
walking in the park
way after dark
with my boyfriend.
I lift the rose
as i climb the fence
wondering what the passer-by thinks
of me and my boyfriend.
he lends me a hand
as he stands on the pavement
smiling with his eyes
this handsome man,
the passer-by stops
as i be...
Tuesday 19th January 2010 9:21 am
Also by Beulah:the death | For Fidelity. | Artist Talking-To Artist | As Is--.He Is As He He Is. |
Before you accuse,
Bruise, someone somewhere in some distant place
You’ve never been to, and never plan on going;
Review your attachment
To this habit you have, of pretending you are not simply the sum of Yourselves-
But some great mystical creature, capable of unearthly listenings to the minds of Others.
Before you bemoan,
Drone, drown in your own imaginings
Monday 18th January 2010 2:30 am
Written for and posted to carry on tuesday
Monday 18th January 2010 12:25 am
Also by Andy Sewina aka Danny A Wise:(untitled) |
The cut of your dress
As it clings to your curves
Slices my vision
Like a blade across my heart
With each nervous step
I move closer to you
The weight of the moment
Makes my feet feel like lead
Your look turns heads
All around the bar
And that green eyed
Old friend of mine
But then I'm with you
And the world flows on
Just you and I
the sounds ...
Sunday 17th January 2010 4:14 pm
Also by Steven Kenny:A Walk in the Snow (Response) | A Walk in the Snow |
Friday 15th January 2010 10:55 pm
Also by Paul Conneally:A Biting of Words | Bach Flower Remedies : 38 Haiku |
The Palace and the tax office are rent asunder
And the dogs and swine lord it over the corpses
And the officials are queuing for the first flight out
And the Palace and the Tax Office are rent asunder
Yeah verily the Palace and the Tax Office are rent asunder
And Papa Doc smiles from the beyond
And the undead rise and their places filled by the newl...
Friday 15th January 2010 5:38 pm
They hoot that horn: “Hello!” “Goodbye”
No matter I am strolling by
And show the world the pig they are
While firing my amygdala.
My ancient ape gets in a bate
My hemispheres know mutual hate
And primal homicide thoughts blossom
Abetted by Corpus Callosum.
They having passed, I then walk on
My endocrine excess - not gone.
I’m left to impotent...
Friday 15th January 2010 11:52 am
Also by Barrie Singleton:DISTANCE | HIDE'N TO NOTHING? | CHRISTMAS JEER |
Through the years, Ive sort of lost my faith in people, Watch the news everyday, So much hate in people, Never treat each other equal, Always looking down at each other, Theres always one thats got more than another, Follow fashions.......riddicule the ones that dont, They follow suit...., And persecute the ones that wont, A vicious cycle..... If you're individual they bite you, And ev...
Friday 15th January 2010 7:26 am
Hussain is dead and Bush and Blair are alive and kicking. Damn. No matter what comes out of this inquiry, which some labour politicians (and others) wrongly dismiss as 'irrelevant,' it's a great shame there will be no legal implications to it. Not unlike the invasion of Iraq.
So, hey ho, SHOCK AND AWE!
Wednesday 13th January 2010 8:05 pm
Also by John Turner:Good Morning World |
Into the roll me down roll me over,
Of the folds of silken softness,
Of the long lost and forever,
Nowhere can find me out.
Moon and sun are hidden from me,
As my eyes close in the exquisite pain,
Long hours of neversleep or dream,
Sweet breath exchanged one for another.
Tangled cadence of liquid after music,
Surging rhythms pulsing to the a...
Wednesday 13th January 2010 1:12 pm
Also by Augusta Darling:Oh! Darkly You are Lovely. | Electric Tapestry |
Winter has sucked the landscape
back to black and white
but in the glass house
the world is plump and curved,
full of juice and spectrums.
We sit on the edge
of the savage garden
where tropical flowers
shred the light with their teeth.
The steamy scent
of sap and green life
soaks through our coats
and makes us sweat.
Tuesday 12th January 2010 9:48 pm
Also by Gaia Holmes:Audio recordings of me reading my poems for 'Poetcasting' |
January 2010.I. Anybody.
In Africa the football hits the grass
Like a big, congealed blood clot
And bright young men fall over injured,
Or blanch and die.
The African cup helicopters are in HD on my TV,
But I am outside shovelling snow.
The airline bomber sets his underpants on fire
And a man is stabbed in a London street.
Fanatics daily bomb Pakista...
Tuesday 12th January 2010 8:33 pm
Also by jane wilcock:Kids in Buckets |
All it took was a look
Preserved in pixels
And after that it seemed absurd that I could fall so quick, still,
That touch in sleep
The wrapped embrace
The stolen kisses that skimmed my face
And the morning as we woke refreshed
Fully witted, fully dressed
I felt a hand on my side
Saw a flicker of lids
All hope in truth turned to little white lies
Tuesday 12th January 2010 12:57 pm