Poetry Blogs (Apr 2011)
You've finally made into a mediocre indie group
but your struggling to keep in the popular cycle loop
the second single clings on to mtv2
so your manager suggests the last option to do
"lads listen, it's time to come clean
it's tough to make it big with your music business dream
albums sales aren't going well
and it's starting to get hard to tell
if you'll be o...
Saturday 30th April 2011 11:58 pm
Also by Josh Coates:Lancaster | Life Line |
I was only acting the goat
reading out loud from the kid’s menu
at The Ivy
Sausage & Beans
Fish Fingers & Chips
Twizzlers ‘n dip
you know the score
but they didn’t seem
to get the joke
- asked us to leave,
all sniffy, like.
you try & get my kids to eat
and loganberry coulis
they’d rather eat their own eyeballs.
Saturday 30th April 2011 8:28 pm
Also by Banksy:Phyllis Tyne | our lot | soft closure | sedimentary, my dear Watson | The Twilight Zone | the secret path | a kind of heaven | Nancy | everyone is us | my life as wax | Smothering Sunday | Sarajevo | innocence |
COACH RIDE NORTH.
i liked the gritty northern towns –
sturdy back-to-backs with grey slate
roofs so intimate i thought - and
accents much less plumier
we passed through various spots
some offering surprises in a none
effusive way – and then i noted solid
buildings of more affluent times
blackpool loomed and we explored a
seedier side wi...
Saturday 30th April 2011 5:31 pm
Also by Philipos:THREE REFLECTIONS. | ASH FRIDAY THOUGHTS. | LIFE CYCLE. | POMP AND CIRCUMSTANCES. | OLD BROOKWOOD HOSPITAL. | BLACK VELVET. | COMBUSTION. | UNDERBELLY. | PEEPHOLES (2). | GARDEN OF REST. | PEEPHOLES. | HANDBRAKE. | SOMETHING MISSING. | RIP. |
‘But a man’
If it were, for only birds to see
Through skies, far and wide
Then would we not want to see
Through birds eyes?
If it were only for the horses to gallop
Distances far and wide
And only our limbs could take us there
Could we take that, in our stride?
If it were for only fish to swim
To cross oceans, rivers and waters full
And to sink to their depths of ...
Saturday 30th April 2011 1:18 pm
Saturday 30th April 2011 12:43 pm
There’s something about April -
the way she wears her clothes:
loosely fit. One button more
and September is exposed.
The veil removed, her flesh reveals
December’s naked trees;
Springtime lurks behind the bark
and drags me to my knees.
I kneel upon her dewy cloak
And make her moss my bed;
Saturday 30th April 2011 12:17 pm
Also by Alan Morrison:Aloneness | Captive Phoenix | Losing it |
BRITISH SECRET HISTORY
A competition for kids on housing estates,
Beaten and battered
Singing God Save the Queen –
And lo behold – pain from the sixties crowd,
If flags are not waved for her Majesty’s Reign.
Beaten and battered and soon to be...
Friday 29th April 2011 9:17 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:There is a Sun Up There! | Stripped |
I notice my champagne flute has a chip –
trust me to pick the only one.
what can you expect from Oxfam?
Just yesterday I thought
“Stuff the royal wedding!
What do I care?
Shall I become a media-manipulated pawn?
Vive la revolution!”
Yet here I am today,
defiant with my bottle of champagne
and M&S Chinese takeaway.
Friday 29th April 2011 2:10 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:four weddings | the king and queen | mousey | female ritual | the male twins | meat and potatoes | The Tooth |
He walks through the day to night,
a celestial seismograph under his heart,
buck toothed, taken from the mother by force;
a palm stroke, affiliated.
Carp-tongued, summer stilted, starched
with collar book marked chin,
he is not amphibian –
spreading legs, to grow with groans, a form meandering, sucking air through ripples,
he, being taken from the h...
Thursday 28th April 2011 3:40 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:The Wreckers |
A boss so tight you just wouldn’t believe,
She takes bank holidays from our annual leave.
Now this year there’s an extra public holiday
For the Royal Wedding, hip-hip-hooray!
Except we have to work so it’s not for us.
Any wonder we feel like making a fuss?
Surrounding businesses will all be closed,
So we’re just opening to count our toes!
The reason she gav...
Thursday 28th April 2011 11:07 am
Also by Lynn Dye:I Hear You | And Your Name Is...? |
(back inside again)
There’s a bloke goes down our pub called John the Hat
Who’s always worth 10 minutes for a chat
Just mention what it is you need –
Wine from Spain, beer from Leeds
Christian Dior, GHDs
He’ll get ‘em, John the Hat.
The Champagne that you sold me was dead flat
With whooshes of weak tea and piss of gnat
It always left me full of ga...
Wednesday 27th April 2011 10:06 pm
Also by John Coopey:Betty's | Happy Birthday, Dave | Capital Crime (Eats, Shoots and Leaves) | A Bit of a Skinflint | 84 - 0 |
I fell asleep one dry spring afternoon
And when I woke, I couldn’t place the mornings events
Were they dreamed, were they yesterday
Where do they fit in my reality?
I sat dozing on a train between cities
Caught a flashing glimpse in the oscillating scenery
It was with me with saucer eyes, from another time
A memory that I couldn’t place
Could there have been another world before this?
Like a brain in a ...
Wednesday 27th April 2011 8:31 pm
This is a poem written by Hilary Walker (pictured). It is here in English and a French translation, the result of work between Hilary and French poets at Write Out Loud's Bordeaux poetry event in 2006.
You are welcome to comment on HIlary's poem and/or to offer suggestions for its translation.
Ecrit par Hilary Walker et traduit par elle et des poètes Francais en 2006. Vous êtes invités...
Wednesday 27th April 2011 6:29 pm
This collection is dedicated to Mercy. I wish I had known you all my life.
It is also dedicated to the great people who have benefitted from the care and support provided by Tynedale Hospice.
You will not be forgotten.
Jules, 27th April 2011
Wednesday 27th April 2011 12:29 pm
Also by Jules Clare:An Audience with Jules | An Ode to Willington | We Are Willington | The Vales of Wales | Mr. U | Death's Despair | I Am Fit | Criminals | My Wall | Couple | My Floor | Sorry | Day In, Day Out | Drinking | Insults | A Satisfying Smile | Blowing My Mind | I Am Happy | An Eye For An Eye | Two Faced | I Am Cold | Give Me Your Hand | Down in the Mouth | Seize The Day | Rematch | My Home Town | The Wedding |
Adrienne is my Goddess true.
Just gets on Minerva.
Tuesday 26th April 2011 10:01 pm
Musty aired whisperings
a world of sandwhiched words,bound
and shoulder to shoulder
telling of why,s wherefore,s wonderment,wit and wisdom
dust topping gives away those out of favour
spaces in between giving away those,in(but out)
all standing on shelves
shelves boxed in sections
standing in rows like a cemetery
reading not so much as sad epitaphs...
Tuesday 26th April 2011 7:51 pm
The lid is fast,
grimed with dust and age
polish and grease.
If I could open it,
Hope would fly free,
in an exhaled sigh of moths and grit.
It would catch the throat with incense.
So I content myself with tracing round the carvings,
place my fingers where the brailled blind once did
sit with itchy legs on cut moquette
Tuesday 26th April 2011 11:51 am
Also by Rachel McGladdery:Gypsy Nanna King |
like horses lost at
the end of a painting.
at the top of an hill
like a debt of honour.
treasuring the sun
without speaking its name.
without telling the full story
Monday 25th April 2011 6:44 pm
Also by Andy N:Spring is here |
Cup of Tea
One of those dark winter mornings
A cup of tea
Is my calling
The simple pleasures in life
Need to be enjoyed
I look out of the window
And I feel buoyed
A cup of tea
Is just about right
I turn over the page
I turn on the light
I sit down
And I take it all in
Winter is here
And it is a cold day
But its crispness
Almost steals me away
Monday 25th April 2011 6:38 pm
Also by Side Salad:Friendship Circle | Gin and Tonic | The Way We Almost Collide | The One? | She is Trying to Lose Weight | Textbook | Your Holiness | A Nudge and a Wink | I Was Married Once | Scripted | Did It Work Out For You | Happy | Daisy Chain | Bridge Over Troubled Estuary Waters | I Wear the Shoes they Buy Me | My Heart Should be made of Colourful Plasticine | Work in Progress | I Could Drown in the Comfort of Your Arms | How Much is too Much? | Chronology | Birth | I Am a Shy Person | Friends Matter More | The Man and his Poetry | Forever My Princess | Recovery |
I'm playing Mendres, the identity of the devil and lead antagonist in an upcoming British film called Dark Domain.
I wrote this piece as a spoken word/metal fusion piece for the project.
Some say the pen is mightier than the sword,
But they all fear the might of my demonic horde.
I'm Mendres, I'm the devil incarnate,
I use the Dark Domain and I seal your fa...
Monday 25th April 2011 2:02 pm
Also by IndigoAngelUshiku:Make love, not religion | Socialism in my heart | When pyramids fall |
The dark attacks
Like music or tumours
Shedding the definite of light,
The very essence of it.
Only the lonely
Deserve the service
Of certain thoughts.
But a sudden
Cruel mood moves in.
The singularity where
No thought escapes
But one which lasts for seconds.
Monday 25th April 2011 1:33 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Modern Imperfections |
At nineteen you were still a child
hopping off to an aggrandised war
filled with romantic and exuberant air
At nineteen you travelled over the channel
to Mons, by the Belgian border marching
there receiving the horrors of humiliated retreat
At nineteen you went missing
first in Dublin taking leave wi...
Monday 25th April 2011 11:52 am
is it a sin
when a man wants in
the place he came out
with a cry out loud
a new life to begin ?
April 25th, 20011
Monday 25th April 2011 10:06 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Happy Easter! | HAPPY BIRTHDAY! | PALM SUNDAY | I Love | How Are You, My Friend? | I Loved | The Truth, The Lie And The Fact | To Be Or Not To Be? |
Over and over It go's round my head
Over and over I pick at every thread
Over and over I can't let it go
Over and over A constant Mojo
Over and over Ash's to ash
Over and over FLASH
What waits on the other side
I don't know what i'll find
Maybe heaven Maybe hell
That's it !!!! in a nutshell
Onwards into the grate unknown
Sunday 24th April 2011 9:03 am
Also by Ian Devine:Drink Drink Drink Some More (song) | Drama and Crises | Make it go Away | Into You (song) By Dave Haze & Ian Devine | Sleep if only |
A quick one...
A somnambulant wake
Of tired tights pulled
Over smooth bores,
And pleats in disarray
Far from the ironed yesterday.
Sunday 24th April 2011 1:23 am
Also by Hayden:It's Been a Long Time - Gatecrash |
In the land beyond the sunset lives a maid,
A wondrous maid.
Behind the salmon-streaked horizon
Hides she her perfect form of alabaster white.
In her eyes are the first stars of dusk,
In her glowing hair the sun’s last golden ray,
Bright golden ray.
Her flaming tresses filter through the clouds
That nestle round her milk-white breast.
With a ...
Saturday 23rd April 2011 5:23 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Rowing Across Herring Gut in a Purple Boat |
You’ve gone again
but then I always knew you would
blown away by emptiness
the hollow rattle of it all
the words that never said enough
or never said at all
but fed upon themselves instead
now hope has gone the way that all things go
sunny side down
like the setting sun
and yet for me
you left your mark
Saturday 23rd April 2011 1:54 pm
Also by Isobel:The Yeung Sing Hotel | The Stuff of Life |
After a long period of writers' block, another comedy piece to tickle.
Don't you just bloody hate it
when you see young lads
stood in the street
Saturday 23rd April 2011 11:10 am
Thank you for dying
so dramatically and suddenly.
Our archaeologists and tourists
appreciate it, appreciate
your frescoes and fountains,
brothels and bakeries,
your eerie, grey corpses.
Even Pink Floyd are grateful.
Your emperor was no help.
If here, he too
would be a doom-faced corpse
as you are now.
Saturday 23rd April 2011 10:34 am
Also by Dave Bradley:The Invaders | Two candles | Witches |
Hang on a moment.
Did I say sonnet? Sorry,
I meant a haiku.
Saturday 23rd April 2011 7:51 am
Friday 22nd April 2011 10:42 pm
woodworms came calling,
left a cruel mark on me.
thoughts tumble fast now
through holes i don't see.
you're just the same,
picking and pecking
at all but my name
chase the bunny down
and a dead end you will find,
a labyrinth in reflection
of my gnarled and rotten mind.
woodworms, oh, woodworms
each hole is a door
you're boring is...
Friday 22nd April 2011 4:22 pm
Also by Kath Hewitt:Time-riding | Diplomatic acceptance | Bloodrush | Untitled | a bitter-sweet affair |
flood gates closed
burst the dam wall
flow to the sea
fly to the sky
stretch your wings
your roots spread
shatter the vase' base
Thursday 21st April 2011 5:48 pm
We’re not concrete in a seawall.
People are alive
not cemented together.
We move, sway with the quakes
bend with the wind.
Until the wave smashes us apart.
Rips our walls
tugs us out to drift.
Wipes its but
washes its hands
and flushes us anew.
We rebuild our seawalls,
prepare to weather the next.
Thursday 21st April 2011 4:18 pm
after a tongue tied Tuesday morning lie,
and butterscotch remembered
on her breast.
After a simple pirate on Cupid seas,
and powdered snow
on her lip.
after a bleached bleak loveless November,
and hollow eyes
on her face.
Thursday 21st April 2011 1:15 pm
i feel so freezing and the winter sun aint compensating, sometimes i feel ive spent my whole life contemplating, i see no changes cos the whole worlds sat debating, its like we're waiting for some sign, while percrastinating, i see the light but i dont feel the warmth, meditating, close my eyes and visualise my pain eminating, manifest a mark of question, investigating, its like the truth just ...
Thursday 21st April 2011 7:40 am
I’d just been to dump some broken panes of glass in a
Neighbours skip when two young lads came strutting toward me.
As they passed one of them snatched the cap off my head
And threw it into the road.
They didn’t run, they just carried on bouncing and talking
As if fuck all had happened.
When the police came I said the reason I’d reacted
The way I did was ...
Wednesday 20th April 2011 4:16 pm
Also by mike watts:Slave to it. |
This one is more of a story I guess, a work in progress
Time was getting old,
Things had changed from those early days.
When it was just chaos and confusion
Excitement of not knowing what would happen from moment to moment.
That was a long time ago though
Now the years where starting to catch up on him,
Age was leading to forgetfulness
When you ...
Wednesday 20th April 2011 3:15 pm
Also by ChizzieRascal:Twisted Corridor Pathways in my Mind | Lost in translation upon a sun kissed shore - Sulina's Maudlin Charm | Home Town |
Fun for all
Dance to deceit
With a sinister beat
Or chat with the liars
All of whom conspire
Once you turn your back
Alot of friends you will lack
Or go to the table where roulette is played
Where fake smiles and laughs are put on display
It's where you will learn the meaning aof abduction
Once it has stole you it will lead you to destructio...
Monday 18th April 2011 7:13 pm
Into the carriage
chuckling too loudly
certificates in hand
bringing with them
all the fun
of the flipchart
kpi's on the flipchart
b's and c's on the flipchart
(that's benefits and concerns to the unenlightened)
expectations on the flipchart
flipping their mind's
sending them into overdrive
Thursday 14th April 2011 4:41 pm
At a reading event I was onsatage encouraging participation
08.04.11 - 21)Come up and sign
Put your name on the line
Read your poem if you like
At the Ruta Maya open mic
Compared to the sword, the pen is mighty
This one’s from dear old Blighty
Flew with me all the way
To Austin from the UK
An English pen there could be none finer
But it probably says “made in C...
Thursday 14th April 2011 2:31 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet::Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | Trev's USA Tour 2011 | The Cas' Lad | Bad News |
After many a summer time must have a stop:
an emptied stage and canopy hung starless.
Aldous Huxley's dying, Kennedy's been shot
and all the western world is watching Dallas.
He tells his wife to tip the boy some dollars
for the oxygen tanks; though his days are spent,
there's an infinite succession of tomorrows
Huxley is attempting to circumvent.
Thursday 14th April 2011 11:49 am
Catch the moment before
Jekyll turns to Hyde.
Before the tipsy clown
Becomes the brutal drunk.
Try to read the signs,
The flicker of an eye,
The quiver of a lip.
Beware the tapping toe
Waiting for you to trip.
Walk away before
The next smack in the face
For smiling at a stranger.
Remember the last time
He bathed your b...
Wednesday 13th April 2011 5:09 pm
Also by Jacqueline Pemberton:conjunctivitus | Suffolk sonnet | Suffolk sonnet |
Graffiti under a bridge: a cock; kev luvs liz.
Bodies half developed, tufts of pubic hair,
and they need to check if their penis is still there.
A fast food job to top up their EMA.
Getting away with as little as they can,
taking the fight, on the streets, to the man.
A cap on a head, not worn backwards anymore,
an ASBO sewn violently on a sleeve
Wednesday 13th April 2011 2:23 pm
Full recording of 'proboscis' and other bunfly sounds available at
Soft crumpled wings of
Little chamois leather
Crash the light
Storming brave the shifts of wind
under the weather where you live
under the thunder
where you breathe a little quieter
but get caught tasting laced corsets
Tuesday 12th April 2011 3:07 pm
Involuntary musical imagery is invading the space in my brain
On compulsive repeat, musical memes are putting my head under strain
Earworm is humming the tune of the day - it’s a song from an old TV show
Not something I’ve heard for about 30 years, it’s the start of Hawaii Five-O
In times of high stress, the most pestering chorus is destined to play on re...
Tuesday 12th April 2011 12:13 pm
Persecuting Pensioners plc
Persecuting Pensioners plc:
Our unofficial name, you see –
For actually we find it fun
To persecute most everyone –
But pensioners are best of all:
They think that we must know it all –
Whereas many a younger client might
Retaliate, put up a fight.
So many ways to persecute
Those old folk, and increase our loot
Tuesday 12th April 2011 11:20 am
Inspired by an old headline in the Sunday Sport
"Cheese Burger Kills Space Alien"
They came in peace or so they said
Now half their race is stone cold dead
Mcdonalds in town is where the deed was done
"Cheese Burger Kills Space Alien"
Crusading through the galaxy when hunger struck
The little green men couldn't believe their luck
A cheap little burger with a free plastic toy
Monday 11th April 2011 6:23 pm
Just a note to all that may be interested that I have changed the venue for The Poetry Train open mic event in Wolverhampton. It will now be held at the Britannia Hotel in Lichfield St Wolverhampton on the last Wednesday of each month. for more info please go to the gig guide. Thanks.
Monday 11th April 2011 1:48 pm