Poetry Blogs (May 2011)
my temperature is rising.
It is burning through my soul.
I don’t know which way to go.
I might turn into smoke.
The flames are licking my body.
I am slipping away.
I have quit my job at the car wash
after finding a picture of you.
I am back on the Chain Gang.
Circumstances beyond my control.
Tuesday 31st May 2011 7:28 pm
Also by Jules Clare:Love for each other | Red Squirrels | Sanity | Psychiatrically Astute | Love on The Rocks | Happiness | Learning to Fly to Lucas | Balls to It | Hello Harold | Seagulls | Tina | Careless Whisper | I Beg Your Pardon | Banners of Hope and Faith | An Evening Bus Ride | 3,4,5,6 | Loneliness | The Airport Lounge | Tulips and Daffodils | World Geography | May Day | Frozen Out | Grounded | A Plane Alphabet | Elvis Talks To Me | Brush Your Hurt | Oh Dear! | Charge Me | Ward Round Again | Ward Round Again | Self Discharged | The Missing Link | Nobody Knows | Magnifique Madam | What A Day! | Sorted | Your Heart | Home and Away | Spreading The Word | With This Book | Facial Hair | Forgetfullness | The Fifth Dimension | Lamplight 23.5.2011 | Scratch Tees | Working Classs Hero | It Must Be Evil | Wretches | Wretches | You Are My light | Turtle Doves | Thank You | Thank You | Ten Green Bottles | Poems from Jules | So Strong | Seize the day | Residence | Residence | It Started With A kiss | Old Friends | Old Friends | Nothing Compares To You | Rematch | Poetry | Precious | Prolific | Prospecting for Glee | Worry | Keep On Moving | Glasses | Everything Has Changed | Everything has Changed | Desire For Hire | The Wedding | A Year of Verse | Pulp | May Flowers | Wear Valley Writers | Python | Love and Hate | A Diamond | My Dog | February Fables | Scotland Bonnie Scotland by The Shores of Loch Lomond | Drinking | Dream On | Cliff | Bus Stations | Bus Stations | A Day At The Races | A Diamond | Jules Returns from Dunoon |
steeped in myth and clergy rich an
affluent cathedral town medieval
buildings housing abundant souvenir
shops enough to satisfy those ardent
cosmopolitan tourist types
one family group arrive picking a
path through student ridden and
gallic-speaking throngs – homeless
alcoholic men abound including one
shadowed by an un leashed hound
Tuesday 31st May 2011 3:46 pm
Also by Philipos:COLOURS. | (Old Church – Albury in Surrey) | SAVING GRACE. | LIFE-LIKE. | JACKALS. | AFTER THOUGHTS. | LONDON TUBE MAP. | WOKING JUNCTION. | SEARCHING FOR AGATHA. | NEWLANDS CORNER. | TRIGGERS. |
Does familiarity breed contempt?
Comparatively so, I have to fear.
Comme d'habitude will crumble dream cement
and with a film of blindness it will smear
fool's eyes. How easily we lose our joy
at seeing something close before our face;
our sense of wonder it will soon destroy
and sink surprise's seedlings without trace.
Look in the tree! "It's only a sparrow",
intoned a weary ...
Tuesday 31st May 2011 12:49 pm
Also by Alan Morrison:Orgasm (a sonnet) | Attitude | The Cuckoo's Strut | Escape Artist | Snow in May | I See no Ship! |
Written at a rest stop on the way to Memphis, I liked the radio station and was inspired to write the poem.
18.04.11 - 73) I was on my way down the interstate highway
Driving with care then heard coming over the air
One of many in this nation a Christian radio station
Listening without fears, at times moved to tears
Then after another mile, I would again smile
Driving on my ...
Monday 30th May 2011 10:20 pm
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My crime was being born
For which they punish me for
Yet it is the one thing
I cannot feel guilty about
It could not be my fault
Being born was not my choice
I obviously was not here
When that choice was made
Yet they punish you for it
Just like everything else
That they do
We are punished
For their crimes and sins
We carry ...
Monday 30th May 2011 6:29 pm
Midst the hiss
Of a couple list of lips
The heart still yurns for one so dear
The tender kissed twixt trists of bliss
Find your path you sacred two
The one that is the true but true
Lest your thoughts of angst enlist
The memories of moments kissed
Of passions high
Of thoughts so shy
Too tender to be spoken
Monday 30th May 2011 5:50 pm
Great poetry and acoustic music night-
Monday 30th May 2011 5:01 pm
I sat and watched you walk away
long after you had gone
aware of all the distance since
you decided to move on
I followed you till out of sight
the course you had to take
the reasons were so clear to me
your will was less opaque
and so the worthy part of me
was severed, cleaved away
but in a moment rationale
conquered hope that day
if I shou...
Monday 30th May 2011 3:37 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:The Lonely House | Hubris |
I've not got a brother named Stephen,
He's under the snow crisp and ephen;
Like Wenceslas, he's dead;
I chopped off his daft head,
Cos he was too bloody bohemian!
Monday 30th May 2011 12:46 pm
I will gather breeze in my palms,
I will hold the wind in my arms,
I will pick you up on my wings,
I will get you free of bitter things.
All my tenderness will be an ocean,
I will show you all my devotion,
I will smooth out your old wounds,
You will hear new beautiful tunes.
I will make you feel drunk,
I will make you find your spunk,
Sunday 29th May 2011 6:44 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Today Is My Birthday | An Advice | I Will Escape From You | Where To Escape? | Haiku | Escape |
We were two drunks together,
And we were terrible-
Like a dog gone mental.
And when it kicked-off -
We we’re like a thousand wasps
In a swarm of fury,
Like a hot and hungry
And then we’d just fall asleep:
Wake up to the TV blaring,
Sick and struggling -
Like a depressed mother,
A junkie brother,
Like a rejected s...
Sunday 29th May 2011 6:41 pm
I’m a rebel in the boneyard
I don’t give up
I scream and cry
and strut my stuff
I wear tight jeans
I don’t sleep nights
I’m a rebel in the boneyard
I’m a rebel in the boneyard
and that’s good news
don’t know if it’s drugs
don’t know if it’s booze
or bipolar disorder
that brings on the blues
I’m a rebel in the bon...
Sunday 29th May 2011 5:41 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:midnight | from a distance | fascinators | on lundy | watering mother | cable laying |
of football ballet
Man United wheezing
by Spanish skill
Sunday 29th May 2011 5:32 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Worshipper of the Moon | the great fallacy | escape |
the feral words
revert to type
as they hit the page
and with a stroke
of the return key
they’re set free
to roam at will
the big bad world
they’ll have to fend
for themselves -
my children flown.
Sunday 29th May 2011 4:18 pm
Also by Banksy:on the razzle | the birth of the night time | screen-saver | Pammy | slebs | lucky escape | seconds away |
Sunday 29th May 2011 12:31 pm
Also by Alain English:The Crucifixion and Resurrection of John Higgins | The Legend of Annie Inglis |
Death-blooms rest upon loam
as shifting zephyrs whisper requiem.
Grieving thunderheads split,
unfolding obscurity and
saddening the horizon.
The velveteen succor of night
abandons without regret
and i am left alone to resent the day.
Saturday 28th May 2011 11:06 pm
Also by Kath Hewitt:Untitled | Hourglass | Crying out | Farewell | (untitled) | Sunset | Stronghold lost | (untitled) | Deep rooted | Amnesia haze |
Saturday 28th May 2011 9:54 am
Spitting it out in the hope of releasing
unlocking the cage stifling my growth
burning it all selfishly brightly
and the feeling is back again
pounding my head again
to just let go
Spewing it out with the aim of escaping
fleeing this habitual and too perfect a world
shedding the handcuffs worn in contentment
and the aching is back again
haunting my thoughts again
to just get out
Dreaming it up in the hope ...
Friday 27th May 2011 9:57 pm
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Friday 27th May 2011 2:05 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:Think Twice | The Skip Let Something In | The Last Chance of Honesty | Mistrust (Many The Gulf Veteran) | The Hearts Quill | The Light of the Sapphire | Escape |
while you sleep in my arms,
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
been struck from the skies
like candles blown out
one by one.
I try to avoid
looking at the dawn
while you sleep in my arms,
and the breeze
dances across the other side
of your spluttered curtains.
But every morning
I lie hidden beneath your hair
on the edge of ou...
Thursday 26th May 2011 10:30 pm
The cynic's narrative is familiar,
the familiar disdainful script slips easily
off the acid tongue which lurks
behind the curled lip.
The familiar bored tone,
The familiar raised eyebrow and tired contemptuous amusement,
the familiar unspoken conspiracy of superiority,
the familiar stale charm and shallow cheer,
the familiarity of 2011's world spirit.
Thursday 26th May 2011 9:19 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Atoms get around | Free will | We | Escape. Prize Competition |
i am a black belt
i leave blood wherever i go
its not for the right reasons
its for reasons you don't know
i leave behind a trail of destruction and gore
guts and entrails and broken bones
people treat me with disdain
so i eat up their brains
and leave their bodies behind me
or in their own homes
stick and stones never hurt me
only removing my ...
Thursday 26th May 2011 6:08 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:the telephone box and second sight | twilight of the Idols | what the world says |
A stammer of clarity.
What a world
And all it's cronies
In stylish clothing.
The last wish
To become alone
All at once.
Fuel for the tomb.
Assume a future.
But how does now happen?
What is the reason
For this existence
To mean something?
To go back and forget it
All over again
Is a dream to kill
Thursday 26th May 2011 4:21 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Remember The Tension. | Thought Mutation | You Think Your The Only Lonely Person On This Fuckedforsaken Planet | Populous | Modern Imperfections Two | A Corpse Is Not A Sandwhich And Other Ramblings. |
Read me a story that's never been told,
show me a lover who'll never grow old.
Bring me flowers that outlive the hours,
touch me with rain from enchanted showers.
Find me a fountain whose silvery spray
falls onto faces then trickles away,
gentle as dew on an infant's first morning,
warm as a rose on which tears are falling.
Stroke my cold cheek with fingers that ...
Wednesday 25th May 2011 9:03 pm
Also by Alison Smiles:World Affairs | Escape |
(A Journey of Nostalgia)
I journeyed but once from the old Hucknall Central,
A station now gone on the GCR line;
Its imprint on memory, though, quite monumental
Made mystically precious by passage of time.
The floors and the stairways so basically timbered;
They echoed our footsteps; we ran without stop;
We carried Ian Allans with sequences numbered
Wednesday 25th May 2011 12:47 pm
Also by John Coopey:Manchester United 0 Barcelona 2 | Janis | Sobibor | The Big Issue | Nuts |
--- like a
or a egg,
(From my Fruity period -- sorry, I'm in daft mode for my grandson....)
Tuesday 24th May 2011 9:17 pm
Also by John Embley:Fruits of the Narrow Seam | Prejudiced or What? | Bored .... |
Jasmine and I lay in the flowerbed
amongst the buds about to bloom.
We moved delicately,
Enticing attention of the ranger.
Flesh was ripped by teeth and thorns.
Pain was no dam
I tasted Jasmine,
Allowed scent to fill senses.
Only Jasmine grew in that bed.
© James Butler 2011
Tuesday 24th May 2011 6:09 am
Now with added audio (felt better read).
Wishing For Rain
She spent that week,
Wishing for rain.
Every morning that
Reaching towards her.
But a dry week
And quick pick-me-ups
From a garden sale,
Hid the hate.
An attempt to resuscitate
The happy days of swing
Tuesday 24th May 2011 2:09 am
Also by Hayden:Rinse Cycle | New Days Nostalgia | Nap Nap |
I will feel
your unseen hand
to your heartbeats echoes
this distance between us is only a sigh,
if only it could be warmer
than this torment.
Sunday 22nd May 2011 10:11 pm
Blown in with the dust
Then gone in the wind
My journey just finished
Then it starts over again
The road stretches as far
as i can see
There's always somewhere
where i'd rather be
Is not you or i
or even them
Its the state of my mind
when i write a poem
The road seems call
Call out my name
Pack my bag and I
hitch the US ofA
I wonder I sing I laugh and I smile
Saturday 21st May 2011 9:35 am
Also by Ian Devine:You Go There (song) |
My book-shelves are filled
with campaign medals
from battles with
an inadequate education.
Saturday 21st May 2011 12:40 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Did you brush it from your hair? |
It's dark here.
I sit alone,
Naked and abandoned.
Cast in my own company.
The black looms closer,
I can't see my hand,
Can't feel my face.
Lost in my own disgrace.
Until my lungs are raw.
The sound reflects back
A cry only I can hear
Where are you?
When I need you,
To chase away my fear?
It's dark here.
Friday 20th May 2011 10:50 pm
Haven't put anything on here due to exams but I will try my very best to, very busy revising at the moment though, sorry
Friday 20th May 2011 7:58 pm
High unemployment, no jobs to be found,
There simply aren’t enough to go round.
So raise the retirement age,
Keep the young from a wage,
And run poor old folk into the ground.
Friday 20th May 2011 6:29 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:Dreamland | Escape |
The barman nodded knowingly, she smiled and said “Bonsoir”
She moulded to a barstool and he brought her café noir.
Her scarlet beret matched the lipstick rosebud on her cup,
I sat beside her, caught her eye then winked and said “Ey up”
I said “hello love, what’s your name” She answered “Femme fatale”
I asked “Well, how’s it going lass?” she shrugged and said “Pas mal”
Thursday 19th May 2011 6:28 pm
Also by Dave Carr:It's a King Thing |
Pictures of you at the ocean
and when I saw them
They made me think your in love.
I can’t hate you for it,
You deserve a warm body to hold on to
As much as you deserve Paris in the springtime.
I wish you butterflies and dirty dreams
And kisses in the fall.
Thursday 19th May 2011 12:38 am
Soft rain falls down,
echo of tears
I can no longer cry.
My heart is broken.
My soul is drifting
across the beauty
of an acoustic guitar,
and lyrics beg to sweep me away.
But I’m here.
holding my heart,
worrying about the future
that may come.
Will my dreams give me light again?
Will hope take my hand?
The music plays on,
and rain falls ...
Wednesday 18th May 2011 1:12 am
If I never lie with you
I will never lie to you,
to the casual observer I appear to look through you;
I wear bad luck as baggage
and drink as a badge
I curse every move of that bastard called time
that put beauty in his path
comes close to your skin,
no imperfection can wrench anything
from the butterfly ...
Wednesday 18th May 2011 12:29 am
WOL site needs a new photo galleries curator/ editor.
Anyone interested should contact Julian Jordan.
Tuesday 17th May 2011 1:45 pm
The bluebells, he cries, are a slide made of sky
lying over the hill where I'd like to decline
his interrogation fired ad infinitum
until all the eggs have been counted and eaten.
The Question- Master demands instant answers
and a database big as The Bible.
The family might call it repartee -
for me it's a matter of survival.
Dandelions can be yellow or whi...
Tuesday 17th May 2011 10:43 am
Into the riot of the spring
sirens are calling my soul
what the hell is wrong with me?
I feel like I'm a thousand years old
But I've just been a boy
who started a million fires
went down on his knees and then prayed
to catch another glimpse of your face
That day you were wearing a skirt
the day you made my knees shake
all that distant time...
Sunday 15th May 2011 11:40 pm
I am the one you kick cans at as you pass me in the street.
I am the one with the dirty hair and the scruffy clothes.
I am the one you cower from and snarl at as you pass my feet.
I am the one you pretend you can’t hear or blatantly ignore as I mutter ‘Spare change please’.
I was like you once I had a home, a family a smile. Now I have my dog.
I fought for the country ...
Sunday 15th May 2011 9:57 pm
Also by Paulyn Lloyd:Don't Quit | My words |
It's been so long I'd forgotten.
"Ups and downs" can hardly describe
The abyss that greets each lacklustre word,
The endless self-analysis,
The whining and whinging that only serve
To push you still further toward indifference.
My fantasies have crashed headlong,
Breaking on the spindle point
As hope skids eternal back and forth,
Each up, each down, a mountain peak
Sunday 15th May 2011 9:23 pm
Friday 13th May 2011 8:11 pm
cardboard memory box
from it's hidey hole
beneath pressure deadened springs
the metal framework hangs low
scratching the surface
I carefully lift them out
and tears begin to well
they stare at me
unaffected by time
from stages in life
then there are no more
Friday 13th May 2011 7:50 pm
She came to me last night
Walking towards me
Dressed in her flowery skirt
And her blue sequined top
She looked calm and serene
Smiling at me purposefuly
Her brown eyes twinkling
I ran towards her
I put my arms around her
I wanted to feel her
I longed to smell her
Just to touch her
Then she was gone
Friday 13th May 2011 12:34 pm
Ungainly placed, on a chequered board, sits
It yawns, gluey lungful adolescence.
Each eye hurries, confuses syntax,
keeps clumsy fashions,
knocks over everything.
I wake up to this - a breakfast table debacle;
agitations over toast, milk smirking sick,
eggs peeled, juice, primary decisions,
and that gaze again, somewhat spurious.
Wednesday 11th May 2011 3:30 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Escape |
At the corner of the Croft
is a Basket of Light
This is where songlines weave up
through pavement cracks
This is where, not so long ago,
breeze blew over poppies in wheat and cows in clover
on Stokes Farm
skateboarders wheel round pecked out buildings
and boots stamp burnt foil into the tarmac
of Stokes Croft...
Tuesday 10th May 2011 12:25 am
This is our final destination:
No Man's Land terminal,
terminating at the end of the lane Cain paved.
This is place is an airport slowly murdering us with boredom
with nothing but dim, echoed muzak
and our haggard,
baggy-eyed reflection in shop windows for company.
This is where we roam:
for anything to hunt and gather
on these barren litter-beaten st...
Monday 9th May 2011 6:10 pm