Poetry Blogs (Feb 2011)
An historically accurate account of a conversation between the King and one of his courtiers.
“Prithee, knave, what scribe you there,
By candlelight and fire?”
“Your immortality’s the toil
On which I labour, sire.
For future generations
Your life and legacy
Transcribed upon these parchments
“And does this legacy descri...
Monday 28th February 2011 10:38 pm
Also by John Coopey:The Magpie | Interview | Tiles | Tiny Hands | The Hunter | Happy Birthday, Jill | The Red Lady of Paviland | 6/4 Against | Man Boobs | Hierarchy of Evil |
we’ve come so far
her in her
- cute as a box of kittens -
drinking Merlot, laughing
comfortable with each other
she puts something on
Vivaldi, I think,
my fishy fingers
her favourite she says
- Sole Meunière.
Monday 28th February 2011 9:53 pm
Also by Banksy:window-lickers | around dawn | I coulda had religion | Stars n' Stripes | David Harsent - "Red" | down the burbs | I have no idea what has just happened to my last blog entry - sorry ! | down the burbs | Yolande | Pretty in Pink | surf's up | Hitler's Sister | the waiter in the woods | someday | retro-fitted smile | nana | the savage | close to the edge | Morning | pardon my French |
Its quiet, so silent, its deafening.
The darkness creeps rite on in
Thoughts running, through my mind
Circles, then repeats all in good time
suspended in time
Voices, choices, pathways
Roads to roam, no way home
I'm wired, i'm fired, so tired
But the voices carry on
I'm shouting, i'm drowning, in this silence
Monday 28th February 2011 9:47 pm
Also by Ian Devine:Lets go paint a Rainbow | Your out of reach | Self induced Insomnia | The Buzz i Love | A Broken Promise | The Devil came a Knocking. | Star Gazer | Human fears | Time Hurts | Tracks and Cracks | Step back in time | From a distance... | Car't take my eyes off you..... (for Sarah xx) | Tick | (untitled) |
This is what friends are about
Throw to the side
When you use them, you decide
Always there when you need
Asleep, awake or even when you eat
But when you find one better than this
Throw away, recycle or even dismiss
As after that they'll get in the way
And you already have a new one to put in display
Monday 28th February 2011 9:30 pm
how easy it was
for us to snatch them from the air
they had grown within us
and how goldenly.
Monday 28th February 2011 9:23 pm
All Is Forgotten
He fully expected they would find him dead one day;
On the floor perhaps, or in a vomit encrusted bed.
Instead he survived, to experience
The humiliations that life would throw his way;
Nights in cells and forgotten weekends,
Countless protracted court cases and then bankruptcy,
Though not even the sale of houses and rare items
Could wipe o...
Monday 28th February 2011 6:42 pm
Exhumed the dead.
Made various things
Out of humans.
Then began to kill.
Like animal carcus.
Ten skulls found in the kitchen.
Hanging on the wall. Some
With lipstick drawn on them
And a shoebox of noses.
Monday 28th February 2011 5:43 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Long Gone Crawling | Thinking In Image. | The It Of It. | Sullen fallow hollow | Mood Translation One: Warehouse | Car Crash Blowjob | Fire On The Outskirts Of Perth. | A Small Encounter Whilst Bringing Back Gravy To The Shop | People Underestimate The Effects Of Temperature. | Sanity Is A Crushed Butterfly | In Times Of Wretched | This Chair Will Still Be Here | I Want All The Whores In The World To Be Happy |
Monday 28th February 2011 4:03 pm
Also by Steven Kenny:Dreams | Discovery | Flotsam | Valentine | Breakwater | Dear Diary... |
Of what mechanisms, are we?
I reach in and grab your tonsil.
From a mime, I learnt such conversations
of a back and forth, and a back and forth –
a batted ball, a wall, of a mouth and a hand –
a life’s work.
At your feet I sit, imagining your knots
are tangerines, dropping fizzing
pills straight into my stomach,
where they gr...
Monday 28th February 2011 3:57 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Remember Me |
Time the creaping thief, relentless in its war against belief. Destroyerof all things, it leads us on with healing tones, promisses of spring in winters depth, then in autums beauty it casts a chilly bre...
Monday 28th February 2011 3:33 pm
Also by griff:a shallow view |
the old crow
that blotted out the sun
perched upon a fencepost
and made faces
I have only ever seen
with nose pressed
against the pane
as I spied
fallen leaves taken
onto the saddle
of a chilling breeze
to where tomorrow
could not yet be
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Monday 28th February 2011 12:56 pm
You found them.
White lipped in the bath
like strawberries and cream
at the edges of reservoirs
swaying, plum faced,
a rope’s length away
below the bridges
curled like foetuses
at the sharp end of a needle
the blank-eyed children
who’d never learned to laugh
the crimson smear
Monday 28th February 2011 12:03 pm
small, chubby hands
pat, dimples winking
she scoops again,
little by little
grain upon grain
and then complete,
driftwood beacon atop.
tide threatens awhile,
her castle crumbles
and washes away
with the lowering sun.
Monday 28th February 2011 2:54 am
Also by Kath Hewitt:Times when you should hide your laughter | Luster lost | Sweet valentine of mine | Dreamer | Antelope canyon | i disappear |
Does anyone know owt about poetry slams going in the north west these days?
Sunday 27th February 2011 7:57 pm
Also by Emma Decent:Events | The hares |
Today I have been holding the hand of the model maker.
With my brush I attempt to make good -
as they say.
He died soon after he finished
a wonderful re-incarnation
of our lost harbour.
He made it as light relief while working on
some effigy of violence.
That was his real job.
I like to think of him
losing himself in ...
Sunday 27th February 2011 6:25 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:museum diary | lament for a dead badger | a nonpareil | eating spring | blackbird's song | scar tissue | happy valentines day guys! | What I'd like to do today | paper mache | gazelle ghazal | wayne | loneliness | why do bananas | dove |
I was queuing in a shop once
When this gang o’ pricks
Started pelting abuse like bricks
Into the face of a guy whose mind
Was like that of a child
And believe me
These pricks were wild
The big fella in front of me
Just looked away
And the couple behind
Had nothing to say
So I thought – hang on...
Sunday 27th February 2011 6:00 pm
Also by mike watts:....and some you lose! | Corky | The decline of the fishing industry. | A Keepsake |
Too blue in my head,
In another life
I could have loved you
But this life
Has us both hard beaten.
We have closed too many doors
so this woman
Will quietly steal your words
and run away
hold them tight, and close .
Knowing they will hold the answer
In another life.
Saturday 26th February 2011 9:47 pm
Sparrows are not noted,
For killing cows you know,
Anywhere there are sparrows,
A cow is safe to go.
(c) Ledger de la Bald
(Painting (c) Karen de la Bald)
Saturday 26th February 2011 8:11 pm
Deny the Lie, Only on Your Own Request
There can be no mitigation for The Earth,
And though I venture not all upon these soils
Court the forms of battle,
Power from abusers – corrupts every bludgeoned heart.
We have a planet!
It needs a cordon to protect a universe of stars,
Saturday 26th February 2011 8:59 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:In Truth | Beneath The Ancients Glare | While You Were Drowning |
When I hear someone say:
Oh! You look so nice today!
I answer without any delay:
I would look much better
If I wore another sweater.
Or something like that:
Oh, dear! Don’t tell me lies!
Look at my eyes!
I would look much better
If I was not ill.
Let’s have a bet!
Let’s make some offset!
When I feel better
And really look ...
Friday 25th February 2011 8:43 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:I love you like.... | Dreams | Happy Valentine Day! | Rzhepicks | I Love You, I Love You Not | I Love You Not | My Guitar |
This poem is written in dedication to this beautifully stupid article here: Fashion’s Ultimate Insult to Women, by Amanda Platell
Ladies! Remember how we’re all repressed?
And we cower in the mirror as we get undressed?
And we heave regret on our neglectful mothers
When we see one boob is bigger than the other? And when they didn’t stock YOUR size at New Look -
Didn’t it feel like Joa...
Friday 25th February 2011 5:05 pm
Also by Sophie Hall:Sonnet Scott-Lee | ILU2 | I'd Do That for Love |
cold is the wintry air that
straggles breath in which the
poorest freeze to death
vagrants shivering rasping
chests stigmatised despised
and loudly cursed
i see one in the market street
clad in rags from head to feet
shuffling to the boxwood fire
to warm his body and attire
soaking up the welc...
Friday 25th February 2011 4:18 pm
Also by Philipos:Sanctity of Space. | MATAPOS. | US. | Bryopsida. | Vespers. | Urban Fox. | P.O.W. | Jacarandas in Joburg. | NIGHT WALK. | Down to Earth. | Kismet. | Frog-Monologue. | Tales of the Undejected. | Trio. | Moods. | Threesome. | Perambulations (A Trilogy). | Saints Above. |
in the crepuscular wash of sodden November
ambiguous buildings in damp lethargy
lean over militant shoulders
cast eyes glare pavement blinded
pragmatic heels bark through pools
crammed trams and insular buses
Friday 25th February 2011 3:58 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Poetry | the Ultimate Vole | The Dream-footer |
Locked in the van,
all on my own,
in a small cell,
without a phone.
Looking out of the square window,
counting rambling Rovers.
Three hours of highs and lows,
from Campbeltown to Dover.
Could not read a book,
listening to Read Radio.
It was too hot to cook,
arriving at the prison rodeo.
Over Erskine Bridge,
outside Greenock p...
Friday 25th February 2011 1:06 pm
Also by Jules Clare:The Staff Room | Time Goes By | Delicious | Angels | A Good Heart | A Moment In Time | Pleading | Holding Hands | A Few Stolen Moments | Subject Access | Criminal Depravity | Save The Best Until Last | It is not Unusual | Feelings | Woman In Love | Prison is my Home | Fare | The TV Room | The End of an Era | A Moment in Time | Please Do Not Leave me | Stay With Me | The Power of Love | Girlfriends In Comas | Valentine | Depression | Jules's New Book | Victoria Gig 20.2.2011 | High Hopes | Celebration | Double It | Everything Has Gone Green | Everything Has Gone Green | Everything Has Gone Green | Everything Has Gone Green | Everything Has Gone Green | Everything Has Gone Green | Everything Has Gone Green | Everything Has Gone Green | Everything Has Gone Green | Ring My Bell | Name And Shame | Name And Shame | Young One | Graham Is God | Bring Joy To Life | I Want What's Good For Me | Rose of India | The End | Clean Slate | Southern Pride | No Deal | Bliss | Reverence | Jules and Victoria | The Sign | Everything Has Changed | Things I Remember | Lost | You | Dignity | A Homoly | Bob | A Heart of Gold | Is It You? | Third Time Lucky | An Obscure Dream | Policing My Soul | Shining On | Silence | Half Time Leavers | For The Bairns | So Strong | Nothing Compares To You | You Are My Light | Keep On Moving | John's Lament | The Next Day | Jules Gigs for the third time this week | Guilty |
Over and over and over again
Friday 25th February 2011 9:07 am
Is there anything like a bath?
This wonderful, warm womb
in which the weary wash away what irks them
to the sound of small grunts of cosseted pleasure.
A tub of splendour,
in which aching limbs can luxuriate
and from which tired minds may survey the world.
I'm not choosy,
don't need a jacuzzi.
Just soap and bubbles
to forget my...
Thursday 24th February 2011 4:06 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Stupid crows | Beyond the Garden #6 | Beyond the Garden #5 | Beyond the Garden #4 |
Find a dish
Slither and slide in sauce
for about 5 years
when absolutely necessary
Wonder whether you need children
Worry that you haven't any children
Add 4 children
Wonder if 4 children are enough
Add 2 more children
with cats, dogs, rats, hamsters,
Thursday 24th February 2011 9:40 am
Thursday 24th February 2011 1:07 am
Wednesday 23rd February 2011 7:44 pm
Also by Alain English:New Gig This Sunday | Gigs this Week | New Documentary Reviews | Latest Gigs | (untitled) | The Vanessa Show - Batman Live Auditions |
The harsh beep of the alarm clock
destroys our dreams,
we force our eyes open
splitting the crust at the seams.
Rusty we stand – shaken, brave,
curing the scars and bruises
for the day and night shifts,
burying a billion excuses to call in sick
our subconscious scratching at the stitches
so carefully woven
over a thousand past li...
Wednesday 23rd February 2011 12:14 am
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Tuesday 22nd February 2011 9:29 pm
The velvet dusted sleeve of night
Dark and darker yet to light the moon
Bejewelled silken cuff of ocean
Whets the appetite of dream
Vivid beneath all heavens splendour
Vivid beneath satin dancing splashes
Soft agin warm earth's mantle
Skirts of bright embroidered ruby
Skirts of bright all jet and golden
Rose lace billows petticoat dawn...
Tuesday 22nd February 2011 7:12 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:Flowers in the Rain | Flowers in the Rain |
If you've not discovered the Poetry Explosion Newsletter of Pittsburgh now is the time. Also the Bow Wow Shop, which is the British equivalent. Just google the appropriate names and the rest is easy. Not many things in life are easy, but this is.
Tuesday 22nd February 2011 11:36 am
I always wanted an extraordinary life,
and I think that I’ve
never been able to accept its
lack of meaning.
I wanted purpose and reason but
there is none.
It’s all run out, been taken,
been used up by the
It’s a con.
So I want nothing,
I am not interested either way.
I have grown bored.
I cannot heal or roll over,
Tuesday 22nd February 2011 9:14 am
Also by David Mac:Sadness Structure | All The Days Scream | Write or Die | All Luck Runs Out, Some Does Not | Time and Happiness | That is all | Take it or leave it | To my Girl |
This year I have a pamphlet of poetry coming out with the award winning press, Flipped Eye. It's endorsed by the T. S. Elliot prizewinner, George Szirtes.
If you would like to sign up to receive more information about the pamphlet please visit this link: http://eepurl.com/cIqjw.
Monday 21st February 2011 10:21 am
There’s a tropical isle, Gran Canaria,
Famed for sun, sea and sand –
Mavis and Fred flew over,
To escape Lancashire’s cold winter land.
Mavis said, “Eee, ‘tis hot in these woolly tights,
Let’s find summer shorts that flatter me bum
Throw away beiges and blacks,
Colour up, like the sky and the sun!”
She returned like a red hibiscus
(And that were only her face...
Saturday 19th February 2011 8:28 pm
Also by jane wilcock:Solar Energy |
There ain’t no guessing why it’s in Harpurhey
Where all the Mams who drag prams are on ESA
And depression clings to all the buildings
And they’re Manchester’s biggest exporter
Where suicidal thoughts seep between the bricks and mortar
And knives on skin is just one of those daily things
And they eat cold paranoia for dinner
That’s where I d...
Saturday 19th February 2011 2:20 pm
Also by Gemma Lees:Bury Market |
What a honky-tonking, stonking
Poetry performing, barnstorming
Meek and haughty
cello and piano-their-forte
Dynamic, eclectic, electric
Night it was at Kilburn’s Catweazle
When I visited.
No causal link, nor said in drink
I just think
North London Tavern,
comes alive, this ...
Friday 18th February 2011 8:00 pm
Also by Julian Jordon:Review: Wondermentalist Cabaret, Radio |
Thursday 17th February 2011 4:46 pm
If you want someone to
walk you home late at night
I would happily do it
But I do think to might
Want to consider another
if you’re scared of trouble
as when it comes to self defence
I think I might struggle
But with running away screaming
My instinctive reaction
You could count on me
for the perfect distraction
Though not likely get you
Home safe, free of harm
Wednesday 16th February 2011 4:12 am
Flicker dripping wick
gently basking in amber:
Haiku by Petrova and Elaine
Tuesday 15th February 2011 9:53 pm
Time; unchanging as the savannah
antelopes, brings morning. My slept eye
folds your blanketed form into memory,
the soft hiss of breathing
in the still dark room a melancholy music
too soon to fade as light invades this nest.
Swift sunlight steals shadows
that velvet your face and eyes flutter
chest rhythm falters, changes, stretches.
Observing your rising fr...
Tuesday 15th February 2011 4:45 pm
Also by Petrova C Fairhurst:Waking Whispers | Title revision in progress! |
Is that why?
for so many years with the pain reminiscent of childbirth
and cried with longing and loss
the empty hollow and the useless womb
Is that why
and found each day weighed heavier than the last
and my body dried and drained
and my world shrank to a parody
Is that why
Tiny webbed fingers a hea...
Tuesday 15th February 2011 8:57 am
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:Verbal minimalism, (effectiveness = meaning - verbosity) |
He had it coming don't you know?
He deserved everything he got.
The bastard shouldn't have done it;
all the way into town I'd had to go.
She'd gone on and on and made a fuss;
to shut her up I got on the bus,
i even took a shopping list;
her sister's coming with the kids.
Just get some of those fancy cakes,
the ones with icing and a cherry on top,
Monday 14th February 2011 6:10 pm
Also by Alison Smiles:Hand and glove | Weight Management |
i call her freedom.....because the feeling im receiving is healing,
i feel her beaming a brightness, so rightious,
and when im fightless, shes the force that lifts this flightless, frightened, fighter,
and the chains aint tight enough for libertys lips,
emancipated by her infinite kiss,
its an intimate twist of fate,
i was a prisoner of war behind barbed wire gates,
Monday 14th February 2011 4:15 pm
Once there was a hapless thief
Who didn’t have a clue.
He heard that Gants Hill station safe
Would be the one to do.
For a start he got the station wrong,
He turned up at Grange Hill,
A quiet little station,
Their takings virtually nil.
He arrived with enough explosives
To blow up half the street,
Never mind about just the safe,
His maker he...
Monday 14th February 2011 1:02 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:Image of Colours |
The Silent Lake
Dark, brown, murky waters
Disguised by the attractive
Waterlilies, pond weeds.
Surrounded by lush grass
And spring flowers.
Beneath the tranquil surface
Lies a sickening past
Of a life, an infant
Stolen from the arms
Of a naive guardian.
Drowned in old fashioned ways
A sin worse than death
Disposed of like an old toy
Ignoring the throaty s...
Sunday 13th February 2011 6:29 pm
Also by MissLucy:Guards |
I don’t want to wake you
When you’re sleeping so quiet
on my shoulder.
I don’t want to brush your
Hair back down from your face
or turn down the stereo.
I don’t want to sing in
the rain nor do I want
to sail away into the sunset.
I don’t want to close the curtains
and shut out the moon
Shining down on us
Like we are in the spotlight
of some imaginary film.
I want t...
Sunday 13th February 2011 9:44 am