Poetry Blogs (Jul 2010)
Rose Casserley on no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers (26 minutes ago)
Saturday 31st July 2010 11:44 pm
Also by Dave Dunn:A Certain Lady | Banjo On The Wall | Tripod Tilly | Those Days... | Poetic Imagery | Mess Time | Doctor Who Could Save Us |
this circling of her
Saturday 31st July 2010 10:21 pm
Also by John E Marks:Non Serviam |
I've never looked at them.
They're in a cardboard box.
Very environmentally friendly -
you'd have approved of that!
I can't scatter them.
For that, I'd have to touch them,
feel their texture,
let them pass between my fingers.
And I can't do that.
I remember the first time I saw them
at your mother's flat
on a high shelf.
Saturday 31st July 2010 8:51 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:incurable romantics | under the willow | sunday afternoon | ithell | german boy | crystal clear | surfing | ladys bedstraw | a childhood | loves parachute | his first time | High Tide - 10.47 | I'm bored - feel like dancin' anyone? | knightmoves |
30 Seconds later
I met fear today
A ball - shrinking ordeal
Of dark confrontation
Blocking my way:
A street predator
Six foot of cold blood,
Held a blade
To my cheek,
My tongue collapsed -
I couldn't speak.
Then he dema...
Saturday 31st July 2010 12:58 pm
Don't promise me a paradise!
Don't tempt by crazy dreams!
Don't tell me you will miss!
Just give a farewell kiss.
Forget about tomorrow!
It doesn't exist.
Forget about yesterday!
It's brought a sorrow.
You still persist?
We are guilty without a sin.
Saturday 31st July 2010 12:05 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:MY FRIEND | THE SEA | I AM A WOMAN | I am not..... | THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS | Our life looks like a zibra | McCoy | Don't tell me farewell! | Please, stay with me! (Russian romance) | THE DISAPPEARING GENERATION | My life experience | She is so beautiful | Tennis | When I am in a depression | I do know.... | Love | Life roads | From the bottom of my heart |
The steel blue sky,
All, all the same,
No favouritism granted,
Can such fairness,
Only come of such coldness,
And is it truly all that is wanted?
Saturday 31st July 2010 10:59 am
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:The end | Pitch-cast Suits | Whistle-Blower | High Tide | Stars | The Contortionist |
Saturday 31st July 2010 5:00 am
Standing on the threshold,
I have to admit
Your home looks so inviting.
That bluesy guitar
Goes straight to my soul,
And the wind outside,
It is biting!
You dispose of my coat
And draw me inside,
You pour me a glass of wine,
And as you carefully
Pass it to me
Our fingers intertwine.
Your lighting is low and seductive,
Log flames crac...
Friday 30th July 2010 11:16 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:17½ | Seal Pups | Benji | Charlie | Our Max | Friendship | Enough's Enough! | Flesh (Free Verse) | Flesh | Warm Embrace |
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Friday 30th July 2010 6:33 pm
Also by Alain English:Link to Camberwell Gig! | New Gig 30th August | To the Hurricane - a tribute to Alex Higgins 1949-2010 | Featured Gig tomorrow night!!! | Gigs this Week 11th July 2010 | Y Tuesday, Lewisham Day Festival and Short Film Movement | Gig cancelled!!!! |
Before she knew or realised
His mark had then been made
Mesmerised and compromised
His words they danced, they swayed
Curious she felt herself
To question all before
She withdrew, she had to do
Her soul cried out for more
So should she steer this trepid course
And dare adventure’s scorn
Or now bestow a closing line
Forever thence to mourn?
Friday 30th July 2010 5:27 pm
I don’t want to hurt you
but I’m going to
you know I’m going to
I’m going to hurt you really badly
and your going to ask me
to beg me
not to stop
although you want it to stop
or the other,
Friday 30th July 2010 3:44 pm
Also by Banksy:that black place | Tinkerbell | seed pearl | one of us is one of them | bush tucker | A&E Calvary | sleepers | waiting for rain | the eagle's gift | nearly, very nearly | branching out | the graveyard shift | paradise | trouble & strife | over & out | it seemed like a good idea at the time | marking time | Pyramid selling | Crimplene & Tweed |
Come sit by me my little one
Let me wipe the tears from your eyes
Your so dear to me my precious son
Your tender life not long begun
The pain in your body I know it's bad
Supplies didn't arrive today
Your big brown eyes so pitifully sad
For the heat of the sun took your food away
We listen each day, we look to the skies
All of us with our pitiful...
Friday 30th July 2010 2:10 pm
Also by bernadette herbertson:LIFE'S PUZZLE | CHEEKY MONKEY | QUESTION AND ANSWER | gentle rain | PERFECT DAY | START OF A NEW DAY | A GROWING FAMILY | TEARDROP |
A Poem by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
There's a kid in a cart in Kosovo
Asleep tonight in his bed
Such as it is in a refugee camp
That is poisoned by lead.
Thursday 29th July 2010 9:12 pm
Also by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh:Srebrenica - Сребреница |
Being the way I am
being a endomorph
I know I should not do it,
but who could resist
a bowl of Mothers Dumplings.
Nice and hot and spicy,
cayenne and peppers
potatoes and that lovely
red pickled cabbage,
who could resist
such a feast.
So you see, it's not my fault
it's plain to see
that Mother is to blame,
Her and Her Dumplings...
Thursday 29th July 2010 5:29 pm
This Poem is about the high tech age we live in and the power of the internet.
Information super highway
I’ve got my laptop my printer and my new P.C.,
I listen to my music on Mp3,
I don’t have to visit the store,
To be told it’s sold,
I get all my music by way of download,
I don’t need to see my friends,
Or even go to work,
I have everything I need,
In my social network,
Thursday 29th July 2010 3:56 pm
Also by LEE JAMES BLUNT:The Information Super Highway By Lee Blunt | BBC RADIO NOTTINGHAM POETRY PERFORMANCE |
Wake up open the blind
Listen, hear the noise
Will mankind be kind
Why precariously do you poise
Another day another question
A series of muzzles
Head full of congestion
More and more puzzles
Head for the gate
Open to the world
What will be your fate
Now the truth is unfurled
Another day another dollar
If you look at it that ...
Thursday 29th July 2010 1:42 pm
Also by Spencer Robertshaw - 07703 558825:FAREWELL TO FANTASTIC FRANK SIDEBOTTOM -RIP |
The sighs of lover’s breath
Of baited and waited
And twisting tiny steps
In stage of stating
States of undress
Warm embrace twixt fear of haste
Angst of knowing and not showing
Come and feel my warmth of skin
Wednesday 28th July 2010 6:27 pm
Also by Richard Seddon:When a rose will open |
Wednesday 28th July 2010 10:42 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Persephone's last laugh | Advice to men poets |
He struggles against the storm,
the waves high above his boat,
He prays for calm.
He seeks desperately for the coast.
What harbour would shelter him?
He, who in the midst of his thunder,
brings disaster to the port, on
the merciless waves of his maelstrom.
He cannot give his all to somebody
while the boat beneath him lists
and wildly dives between
the peaks and tro...
Wednesday 28th July 2010 2:38 am
Also by Steven Kenny:Off the Hook | No Place... | And finally... |
Very late, and I'm browsing the google analytics stats for my blog, mainly because I didn't have them set up before and now that I have, I like playing with my new toy. But aside from finding out that people have searched for my blog using terms like 'keep calm and suck my dick', 'filth without make-up' and, most disturbingly of all, 'Sarah Palin', I also discovered which words I use more than ...
Tuesday 27th July 2010 11:39 pm
The bluesy trills of a clarinet were still honeycombing through my mind as I left the wet summer’s evening to Manchester’s Jazz Festival and climbed the stone steps into the nearby Theatre Royal/ Coliseum Club. The decision was easy for me to make either I accept the kind invitation to watch Mia Darlone’s latest production ‘The Decision’ or stay put and listen to an endless night of Jazz bene...
Tuesday 27th July 2010 11:24 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:Boy Meets Girl | Stolen By The Light | Men Of A Certain Age | Katie is a Barmaid |
First holiday in Ireland
I don’t remember if I am honest
much about my first holiday there
apart form all of the photographs.
I don’t recall which station it was
all the way down from
Dublin to Belfast
when the train broke down
and we were forced to stand
in a tiny box with
a half working coal fire
for four hours
before they finally
got it working.
I can’t remember the coldness
Tuesday 27th July 2010 10:05 pm
to the sounds of balloons bursting.
was over and it was time to go home.
anonymous, now your name rings to me
burning through history - Hubble’s greatest find.
turn to the problem of dialectics,
and I can create a synthesis
flirtatious tones and utopian dreams.
Tuesday 27th July 2010 4:00 pm
sex, skulls and voodoo dolls
stockings and suspenders and mad benders
I fell into her arms.
her hips moving like a snake
trapped my wandering an eye
too quick to avoid like an earthquake
making your heart shake and body quiver
deliver me the darkness
as my head swerves around you and your lips
and your whole body
did you see me in your crystal ball
Monday 26th July 2010 3:53 pm
For every zone the climate shows
Either with cool or foolish zoom
At time we say that when we doze
We feel the breeze of climate home...
The climate there is not the same
As one we feel in jungle zone...
Sometimes it's cool and brings the fame -
At times it comes with tough and bone...
In past we felt the manless breeze
But now the tools have chan...
Monday 26th July 2010 1:11 pm
So then, stick by stick
tonight we tear off strip after strip
the newest feathers first
then the older twigs and vines
with each one
my heart drops
until there's nothing left
and nowhere lower
just empty branches
where our sweet home once was
Inch by inch
we pack and divide the moss
all the soft things we've collected
years of careful, loving selection
pecking them away, each and e...
Monday 26th July 2010 1:08 pm
the little leaf
clinging tenaciously to its twig
the dry yellow leaf
trembles and twists
a cruel St Vitus’ dance in the teasing wind
and refuses to let go -
afraid to fly
the shifty breeze reconnoiters
and strikes again
wheezing up the trunk
rifling the raggedy branches
into a twitching frenzy
but the little leaf holds on
Sunday 25th July 2010 12:37 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Cliches | Grandma at the Window | Beloved |
Wake up in the morning
dog shit in the mouth
the truth is slowly dawning
your manners went all south
started as a snifter
just to calm the day
now your brain is in a twister
who took your clothes away ?
they looked nice in the boozer
a few drinks faded their edges
now your next to a battle cruiser
smoking Benson and ...
Sunday 25th July 2010 12:22 pm
Also by geraldine golightly:life | Poets Everywhere |
Red kissing the blue.
Brandy coughing snifters,
of a 40 a day obsessive.
The killer black,
to the top left pocket.
With a little bit of screw.
Windless the hurricane now.
His house blown down.
Ripped baize and bravado,
all that remains.
Saturday 24th July 2010 11:09 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:There may be a good blossom |
Ahoy, me name be Mingo
And I shall be yer guide
Though treasure be me mistress
Piracy’s me bride
I be mighty gruntled
To see that ye be here
I’ll fill yer head with stories
And I’ll fill yer heart with fear
That’s right, me name be Mingo
And I shall haunt yer dreams
I’m a stormy, ragin’ ocean
Pierced with desperate deathly screams
I lurk amongst t...
Saturday 24th July 2010 3:52 pm
Someone whispered on a fiddle,
a siren blew a horn and stretched
out long notes that slung slow rope
around my baby's neck.
Man came with tape and a pencil,
cut him and coloured him in greys;
cast a net and like a marionette
out in the breeze he sways.
My man looks sorry,
now he's nobody
these melancholy days.
An accomplice of the devil,
Friday 23rd July 2010 9:02 pm
whilst reading poetic verse
i stumbled upon a curse
that will haunt my dreams
and ruin my life or so it seems
as i shouted about the pains of love
and used metaphors based around a glove
all seemed to be going as planned
and the audience were eating out of my hand
but i didn't impress all
which accumulates my distinct fall
as there was one j...
Friday 23rd July 2010 8:28 pm
Now I know the happy teeth and smiling faces, The banana stained coat and tottering paces, The hand that grasps the latent breast, The head that snuggles upon my chest, The feet that curl around my waist, Her body softly leant against. Was there ever a child so good, I thank God for my motherhood.
Wednesday 21st July 2010 10:04 pm
I'm sure I have said that
many times before.
Put the TV on,
Wear a condom
do something other than
Never again I said,
after the last time
I'd rather be dead.
The tears and the pain,
complete bodily drain.
The up and the down,
the rips and the crown,
which drive me insane.
Until the laughte...
Wednesday 21st July 2010 5:26 pm
you have left me in a cardboard cut-out world
a rattling pebble chasing the tide
there's a void growing in the garden
a river sobbing down the stairs
snuffed candle incense taints the bedroom
summoning the double blackness again
swimming in shadows
it bleeds colour from the day
time wears away the details
as the photos fill with strangers
Your perfumes t...
Tuesday 20th July 2010 12:49 pm
Also by Matthew Sergison-Main:The Headbuts of Kebabylon |
In a rum soaked wooden shack of a palace bar,
He smoked his smouldering crooked Cuban cigar;
Lively musicians bound and pound the sound track through,
The broken panes of pained and shattered blushing blue;
Stained glass past …
(C) Michelle Marie Clarke-Campbell
Tuesday 20th July 2010 12:37 pm
I'm losing my faith in Most Haunted.
It's a TV show
where a team undaunted
enter into locations purported
to host paranormal activity.
Considered with an adult, educated eye...
it gives me the willies.
But my cast-iron faith in psychics
began to rust
when Derek Acorah was busted
using made-up names for ghosts
about as real as
Tuesday 20th July 2010 10:13 am
A kid playing in his corner
Ordered not to disturb the adults,
To find something to play with,
He is big enough for that
He builds castle-tent-ship
Out of chairs and a bedspread
And it sails into the sea,
Proud and lonely
(he is casting glances to the room:
Have they brought in the cake already?)
He is getting bored, frustrated, dre...
Monday 19th July 2010 6:06 pm
Also by Olga Gerke:Here are just a few contradictions | Hum |
Like the child I used to be
In a timeframe, that hadn’t altered.
Monday 19th July 2010 5:52 pm
Science fiction lies
that we can escape the cage.
Good films, though, great dreams
Sunday 18th July 2010 9:34 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Angst | Restlessness |
Can’t you see me!
I’m over here.
I’m standing right here.
Why are you talking about me
as if I wasn’t here?
I’m not invisible.
What the hell is going on?
Can’t nobody see me?
Where are you taking my car!
I need that to get home!
Well, I did not drink all of them.
My car is totaled.
But I’m okay...
Sunday 18th July 2010 8:10 pm
I went to north wales with my kayak at the weekend and went out in dangerous conditions. Here's the poetic account of that:
Ferocious winds shrieked shanties
as they battered on the wavetops
of the madly swelling waters
of the dragging ebbing tide.
They threw me in my fragile shell.
They threw me high and far,
as though a creature in its shell
thrown on th...
Sunday 18th July 2010 7:29 pm
Also by Dermot Glennon:Darkness lands with an ear-splitting bang |
He was the long awaited one
beloved of all his mothers
He came to fulfil the dreams of others
Handmaiden at his feet I fell
My palm caressed his head so well
With Pride and joy my heart did swell
His smile crumbled forlorn, bemused,
in the padded womb he was refused
not cherished but denied his due,
His bewildered longing grew and grew.
Son* and mo...
Sunday 18th July 2010 7:08 pm
These days aren't those,
Not even in the same league.
Nothing can compare to the good old days.
Trade in ten years of these,
For one more moment of those.
Sunday 18th July 2010 6:48 pm
Can white light be played like piano keys or plucked like inter stellar strings to harp out in time to the bass beat of black holes?
Do they pump black matter?
Does the sun send out shots of sound to those ears that can hear? Do the suns spin planets on their turntables, twisting sound through the circles?
Does the galaxy spin sound through its circles?
Do the atoms spin sound t...
Sunday 18th July 2010 11:42 am
I long to be undressed
for you to see who I am
Stripped naked before you
no past, no future
a simple person
with common needs
as every woman has
Step naked before me
tell me who you are
is this simple shape
the reflection that I seek
no past, no future
with common needs
as every man has
Will this simple act
Sunday 18th July 2010 7:11 am
Also by Jacqueline King:Patterns | Who are you | Paranoia | Funny reflection | Driftwood | How romantic | Inugo (Jollifant) |
Part One – anticipation
She lives in no17 and Max factor
Takes a man
To be lovers lips
The sugared slipping of gloss leaps
And he must taste
Fresh lilacs second skin
Like Lycra fits hips unforgiving in allure
so curves open like a chord
The inner, the outer, the living
The puckered pout is pure
A suckered siren breathes out
gasping moment thanksgiving
Sets the scene...
Saturday 17th July 2010 10:33 pm
Four legged She,
Meandering through midday
Madness, with that cat
Sliding between her ankles.
A four legged waddle,
With a furry friend wandering
Why she couldn’t
Bend down to hear his purrs.
And beneath the limes,
She’d pause, for that sweet smell
Of hazy afternoons
Lost in soft summer shades.
(A little cliche).
Saturday 17th July 2010 1:32 pm
Also by Hayden:Poetry | Aesthetics | Days of Sod'em | A Lions Eyes | Humanity | To be known | The Candy | Play Pretend |
Friday 16th July 2010 8:25 pm
Also by Heather:Finger in the Dust | Billy and the Flowers |
The one who was created as a nurturer, as a leader.
She has metaphorical balls that are stronger than man's physical ones.
She thinks with her heart. Without her mankind would not continue.
She is a mother,a sister, a wife a daughter,a lover a friend.
She is stronger and prettier than diamonds and more dependable than a Volvo.Her inspiration is everlasting.
Friday 16th July 2010 12:25 pm