Poetry Blogs (Aug 2010)
That music be the food of love,
Is true without a doubt.
But could I ask you just this once
To take your earphones out!
Tuesday 31st August 2010 9:46 pm
Also by Dave Carr:Limerick | The Freckleton Air Disaster | The Oyster and The Whelk |
The Thames (London)
Not deeply profound
Or profound in its depth
I may not have a fantastic social life presently
But I do have a web presence; www.seolondonsurrey.co.uk .
You think you're a social butterfly
But you're more of a bee
In a persistent
"Appalled ironic pa...
Tuesday 31st August 2010 8:23 pm
The kestrel he hovers above
Like your heart, he’s a hunter for love
His wings are so strong
His tail is so long
He’s silent but good company.
The driftwood it lies on the beach
Echoing the highest tide’s reach.
I’m driftwood myself
On the Atlantic shelf
But I hope you’re the lover for me.
Your hair it is salt from the sea
Tuesday 31st August 2010 7:41 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:Oh No! It's Dance Round the Kitchen time again! | mermaid wedding | field boundaries | Josie my Bristolian Maid | pearlfisher | poem for daljit | synchronicity | on being emily dickinson | iron lung | no matter | he moves through the fair | leavetaking | fishes | the incubus | Fantasia on a Theme by Thomas Tallis | circle of protection | Groove round the kitchen - it's SUNDAY!!! |
Clever people can be cruel.
They see vulnerable feelings
And manipulate those emotions
Clever people can be witty.
They see the weaknesses
And lampoon those failings
Clever people can be blind.
They never see
Tuesday 31st August 2010 5:08 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Ocean Thoughts I | Midnight Gardens | To Hell in a Hand Basket |
The sky was pitch quiet
With a slight breeze
Undercutting the smoke
Of the two welsh girls
(who I am guessing
Could have been sisters)
But I still couldn’t get
You out of my mind.
The band were on a break
At the palm tree
Near victoria park
And chris had just texted me
Saying he was struggling
To get money...
Tuesday 31st August 2010 11:28 am
I walked along the beach,
Just after dawn,
Buttoning my jacket
On a misty morn.
The air was clinging,
Cool and damp.
I came across what looked
Like an old oil lamp.
It had been washed up
On the foamy shore.
I gave it a rub,
Hoping to restore.
Suddenly I got a shock,
A genie appeared,
A funny little genie
With long flowing beard.
Monday 30th August 2010 10:38 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:If I Were... | MERMAID | Candyfloss | Cloud Eleven! | Jimmy | Being a Veggie | 17½ and Happy | 17½ + 1 Week | A Perfect Size 10 | 17½ + 1 Day |
up the crowded spiral staircase
at the back of the bus
in the sixties
for a teenage boy
& this may well be the highlight
of the day.
suspenders & stockings
miniskirts & panties
all on show
& just inches away
at eye level.
these were the days.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f65e95M_NLc this is by Robyn -...
Monday 30th August 2010 9:12 pm
Also by Banksy:don't let go | I never told you this | English Winter | Intimate Strangers | the guy with all the answers | back at school | me & Jesus | no time for love | Amen | Cakes & Kalashnikovs | Ol' Blue Eyes | Arse Gratia Artist | smoke & mirrors | The Candy Colored Clown | Krap with a K | wish you were here | Fifi | clear blue skies | Always i-Pads |
We have thought up each other
Once to meet and realize
You can be the only lover,
Intelligent and so wise.
You and I are so romantic
We can’t live without love dreams,
Only love protects from panic,
Only love can give us wings.
We don’t need riches and gold,
Reciprocity of fee...
Monday 30th August 2010 5:41 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:My Foolish Heart | His Majesty Accident | Feelings Have No Age | A Swan-Song | I Learn And Study English | I WOULD COME BACK | LIFE | OUR LIFE IS SHORT | THE CHAT OF TWO WOMEN | OUR DESTINY | IT SEEMS I WANTED TOO MUCH | BREATH! BREATH OUT! | YOUR WISH IS GREAT | THE ONE WHO DOESN"T SOW | MY BEAUTIFUL ODESSA | WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN.....? | Something about me |
This was my Sun Day.
In company of two fine friends.
Bus ride for a driver,
actually viewing the scenery.
Chit chat stroll and coffees.
Fine silver sand,
rock pools in rocks.
Peer, gaze and search.
and rest atop a rock mound.
It was a fine day
with fine friends.
Monday 30th August 2010 11:55 am
Also by Crackling:Fed Up | Innit | Poem |
The window sticker pleaded
'give a gnome a home'
His nose cold against the glass
Wurzel Gummage sang
about the alphabet.
I held Amanda close.
The black doll slept
Through the 7am calm
clasping the light-pull
applauding the darkness
Snow White projected
on the wall
Engrained in my m...
Sunday 29th August 2010 8:18 pm
Also by Emma McCourty:The Enlightenment 82 | Speedo Second Thoughts |
Sunday 29th August 2010 5:47 pm
Also by Alain English:Open-Mics This Week | Monologue Slam 13th September 2010 | Arts Bar Gig Cancelled | Gigs | The Psyche... | RRRANTS Review Monday 9th August | LOST AND FOUND | Last Minute Call | Gigs Last Week 3rd - 6th August | Gigs this Week - RRRANTS, Half Moon Pub | Angela Unbound - Review and Author Interview | Standup Comedy, Kat Francois and Kat's Got Your Tongue | Gigs this Week |
These fine lines we dance around
Are dangerous markers
this self imagery is damaged
Too much alcohol
Too much stress
To many late nights
Too many things to detest
Crawl to the bathroom to scrub it away
Convince ourselves we shall never drink again
Mirrors are useless
They tell us nothing about ourselves
Only that we age
The answers are i...
Sunday 29th August 2010 1:31 pm
Here’s a little thingy
About how man loves his lingerie
Here’s a growing third leg
As he begs
For her skirt
To be lifted
He likes a bit of stocking and suspender
A fishnet defender
For the dying art of hosiery
He’s a growing lad
And he skips the tom boy fads of fashion
They don’t turn him on
Doesn’t flick the switch
Nor scratch the bitch of an itch
Girls in m...
Sunday 29th August 2010 12:31 pm
The hand ballet,
your bright mind dancing,
from thin air,
laying hold of hope,
daring to delve, wisely
into the whys,
caressing the future,
While I sit with
like a cripple
at a ceilidh.
Saturday 28th August 2010 10:12 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Onion | The Running Father | Care home | A need |
Perceptions of a ragged space,
all that was left by the human race,
there's not a lot left to see at all,
as their carelessness was seldom small.
Let's dig around
in that frazzled ground,
for that's where there's bound to be,
some signs of dodgy chemistry
or maybe just a little radiation,
the sort that killed another nation,
though they said i...
Saturday 28th August 2010 11:37 am
Also by Dave Dunn:Striking Out | Like Petals In The Wind | Wishing Well | Rebel With A Cause (v2) | Sweet Nothings... | Isle de Menture | In Shining White I Mean To End This Day | Nornesaynce | Free Thoughts.... |
It's said of a good picture,
That it is worth a thousand words,
But well known laws demand,
That for each and every action,
So is sired an equal, opposing reaction,
And so this like all else,
Has a complete reverse.
But what word is worth,
Quite so many pictures as a whole?
And to shed ambiguity where
Pictures shed their light,
An important word...
Saturday 28th August 2010 11:08 am
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:Invictus | Past Ties | Driver |
I just don't know what to do with myself
on the occasions I can locate it.
Oh, it's circled on maps but when I stop to ask
then dust has covered the traces.
In these living rooms and in limbo,
on all fours and on tiptoe I chase it.
Of course I've read the self-help literature,
Bergson et al and etcetera;
the brain is but a pilferer
and in theory all can be he...
Saturday 28th August 2010 8:30 am
There are places I yearn to go to but cannot.
Where your loving is beyond depth
Where your peace is of the uppermost
Where your kindnesses unconditionally gives
Where your hopes soar with Angels
Where your heart waits for me.
Alas in vain
Because of my despairs,self made,
damaging by nature,I must stay
within my own confines.
Saturday 28th August 2010 6:49 am
A hole in your stomach
Drip, drip, dripped black goo
I looked at you
Elevated and essentially gone
I was too scared to say goodbye
I was too ashamed to cry
I wondered what went wrong
What had I done?
I thought I took such good care
You were clean and full and loved
I missed you when you weren’t there
We shared my escapes and escap...
Friday 27th August 2010 10:30 pm
Have you noticed that time slips between us?
At first we’re venturing Venutian skies,
Then thirty-six hours within an Earthly hour –
And we’re sitting within a Martian day.
Have you noticed,
Have you noticed the distance
Friday 27th August 2010 9:48 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:The Free Thinkers Ministry |
Tiny tin plate
Friday 27th August 2010 9:09 pm
Also by mike watts:Makeover | Oh Yes | 1980 | This is not a love poem | Thirst | Two things. |
A private thought process of yours,
Lost inside, free-falling.
Under lock and key for no one else to see,
No other place I'd rather be.
Closed your eyes like projector blinds,
I'd be alive watching your dreams, some movie reel.
Made me feel like Marilyn Monroe,
Rewind and play me.
Friday 27th August 2010 10:01 am
A light mist in the air, an autumnal sway,
celtic, crossed and re-crossed, we're on our way.
A watery calvary stares into our blemished
air. Today we dead coagulate -
thicken - our dying words still
rampant on our cracked lips.
Our vanishing life unfixed, unbridgeable
Thursday 26th August 2010 9:42 pm
Also by John E Marks:A Vanishing Life |
Dopamine and seratonin
with seemingly whimsical shift
magnify my bile and moaning
til every nerve reverbs with conflict.
The faint hearted keep their distance
when my hormones rudely intrude,
turning sorrow into grievance,
spitting expletives sharp and crude.
I know it's merely PMT
which brings about this change in me,
but that doesn't help me fetter
Thursday 26th August 2010 7:40 pm
Also by Alison Smiles:Why I don't write greeting cards |
Our sentences are short
Serving a purpose
Our brief embrace is feeble
Lacks the backbone
The spine of years ago
Your easiness with everyone is gone
My insight into everything is gone
In this broken-down place
We built ourselves a fire
But who will be the first to admit...
Time is a ticking machine
Household tasks are an escape
Oh, will sleeping e...
Thursday 26th August 2010 4:31 pm
Also by Tom Alexander:To Live In The Light | A Thousand Muses |
A portrait with a brush and a skull.
A landscape with a mill and a soil
You step into emotional lull
Then into multicoloured turmoil
You pack all familiar things:
Your canvasses, brushes, palette
You start to forget - and it winks
You start to avoid – it’s too late
They browse and might even buy
You stop – they just stare away
Thursday 26th August 2010 10:01 am
Also by Olga Gerke:Beauty in boots | Poet's socks | Dead smelly fish and fragrant women |
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.
a reposting, well its that time of year eh ?
Wednesday 25th August 2010 6:07 pm
Wednesday 25th August 2010 5:00 pm
Also by Steven Kenny:Hotku | Facets | Night Watch | When? | Waiting Room |
WE ARE KINDRED ANGEL SPIRITS
WE TRAVEL AROUND THE WORLD
BE IT MAN OR BEAST WE SEE THE NEED
THEN SCATTER ANGEL DUST TO HELP THEM HEAL..
Wednesday 25th August 2010 1:04 pm
Also by bernadette herbertson:ALPHABET LOVER | SLEEP.....A BABY'S CONTENTMENT |
There are Magic fields
Where friends would play
On a waving blade
A fluffed mouse
Does act upon a tight rope of green
Fields we walk
Winding snaking making more
Paths which from where we have been
To where we go
Are marked upon life's journey
For if we turned another way
Who could say
We may not be to walk upon
The field of magic
We have d...
Tuesday 24th August 2010 9:18 pm
Also by jean lucy thompson:Was This the Plan | Summerland | Love is Blind | Rouge | Death's Journey | Fairyscape | Starman | Woman of the Flowing Hair |
Undone gives an insight into the life of a gay guy living a hedonistic life on Canal Street; evenings fuelled by drink and drugs, ending in one-night stands. In the course of the story, he meets a guy new to the scene and relatively innocent.
As a gay man who has known the scene in Manchester, the first half of this play left me concerned that it was not going to show anything original. Don...
Tuesday 24th August 2010 3:23 pm
Also by Rod Tame:My inner drag queen |
As if the gods were striking the strings
The air the piano plays
And I listening am transported
Back to former slower days
When the world was better and people purer
For all the faults we know they had
And I look at the world and its woes
And its greed and I am sad.
It is strange that, to think
In, when the music was writ...
Monday 23rd August 2010 11:58 pm
Also by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh:"Cat in the Kitchen" - Satire on the US withrawal from Iraq |
The tree's huge canopy ~
Shares its movement in the Summer breeze.
But close your eyes
And you will hear
Them speak to each other.
Two lovers fight ~
Words hurled intent to violate the mind.
But open your heart,
And you will see
The fear in their eyes; fighting for themselves.
A son cries silently ~
As his mother spits his father's name on the floor,
As his fat...
Monday 23rd August 2010 2:15 am
Flashing blue Lights
You pull me over
Bawl me out
Driving without due care and attention
A danger to all around me
Guess I was pushing my luck
Cutting up a copper
On a roundabout…
‘Wing mirrors are made for looking in
Sat Navs an idle distraction’
I listen to the lecture
Shake in my boots
Bat my eyelids
The hint of a tear
Saturday 21st August 2010 7:42 pm
Also by Isobel:Finding Words |
Saturday 21st August 2010 5:44 am
Friday 20th August 2010 8:36 pm
Also by S.J.:On The Buses (Final draft) | Growing old apart | Festive Fever |
In the deepest darkest dread black spot of night
Wherein silence crashes soundless
Wave over wave
Against the distant shores of your mind
Warm floods of sweetness
Curling fingers to layabout you
Moody sirens dream to call amore
Crossing all oceans of time
To be with you
To be with you
To be with you
Painting - Gus Jonsso...
Friday 20th August 2010 6:10 pm
Also by Augusta Darling:Lost |
In the Church of the SubGenius
Of Uncle "Bob"
Lasting only several
But very important philosophical
Life-changing minutes By Wytchewoode
Copyright Year: © 2009 Wytchewoode
Characters: A Pope by direct and incontrovertible Sacred Apostolic
Succession in the Diskordian Church of the SubGenius of Uncle "Bob".
Friday 20th August 2010 12:23 pm
Also by Steven Dark:JotSpeak.com | Once in every while | Savage Goddess |
Lamplight on sand
Reflecting majesty of the sea.
Everything measured in tide
Of smoke string ribbon
Cooling on a brim
Ceasefire of the senses
Brush a cushioned foot
Across dune curtained outlets
Toe a line.
Distance is soundproof
Almost silent but the wind
Flickering mild suggestio...
Friday 20th August 2010 10:25 am
We braved the wasps and nettles,
feet fearing the moist scrabble of tiny frogs
and came home
with bags of dripping berries.
Elicited nods from sweet old ladies
and questions of recipes.
Oh I scored points for making jam not pies.
To see my babies lined up
To see the sun slant through the ruby
Friday 20th August 2010 9:36 am
We have to surmount many barriers with each new day we face
Trying to get past or over them; sometimes forced to re-trace
Everyone is trying to get by in what’s called ‘Societies Norm’
Looking for a sign or signal to help us along and conform
We all need markers to act as a series of signposts and guidelines...
Friday 20th August 2010 7:33 am
Also by Phil Golding:Feeling Small |
Reaching my ears, while it comes closer
Phrases carrying on, having no end
As tempest crawled to my door locker,
Warning my lines of forcing smasher
Its role must be accomplished
Absolutely with no compassion,
Thursday 19th August 2010 6:48 pm
Bobbing in moonlight, pleasured by waves;
journeying through swell, under stars;
buffeted by wildness, first murmur, then roar;
smacked against rocks, the foam and the crack
Coasting on rollers, taken for a ride;
immersion, hope, exhilaration, surprise;
borne along on billows, swept up by joy;
directed where the tide decides
Chill dawn emerging,...
Thursday 19th August 2010 9:44 am
the demonised drum
speaks to my soul
soothing my african soul
sweetly caressing it
invoking those spirits
the restless spirits of my people
hot iron branded : pagan
those that dangled at noose ends
reverberations of the drum
spelling out my happiness
at times messages of strife
the demonised drum
Wednesday 18th August 2010 8:21 pm
Also by jabulani mzinyathi:resolve |
Here is some new poetry. Enjoy :)
Wednesday 18th August 2010 12:48 am
The insanity of madness could
With dubious acclaim
Attach itself, should love be true
By any other name
To periods within us all
When drawn into that farce
That reads so oddly once removed
Or times when love has passed
There is no cure, there is no trial
For committers of the crime
So take each sentence, sum it up
Accept and do your time.
Tuesday 17th August 2010 12:22 am
Dedicated to you. It was always you, darlings.
Monday 16th August 2010 8:53 pm
reflections of faces laughing
from the windows
the complexions and complexities
of their emotion
detailed by the trains shadow
by the train vanishing
faces turn pal...
Monday 16th August 2010 11:51 am
A poem I did for the first time at Jibba Jabba in Newcastle yesterday night. I was a little nervous of doing it given the subject matter, but it seemed to go down quite well.
She’s that girl in every film you’ve seen,
hair tied up and eyes cast down,
books held to her chest, looking geeky-serene,
the skin above her glasses wrinkling into a frown
as she sucks nothing but her...
Sunday 15th August 2010 9:20 pm
my Ivory tower
has a window with a view
outside the officials
bustle in their uniforms
with talismans of status
the servants and the maids
mingle with the others
each believes that peoples
can be classified by classes
those who have their trades
the shirkers and the thieves
acerbic, I watch them
nobody sees me
none of them see anything
Thursday 12th August 2010 11:26 pm