Poetry Blogs (Jun 2011)
The law of our life:
If you don’t get used to all you’ll die.
If you don’t die you’ll get used to all.
The picture was really unique.
When I looked at it I felt sick.
One bottle of vodka for a fool
Turns into a rocking stool.
Once in a trap eat your cheese!
Thursday 30th June 2011 11:56 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:I Am the Only One | Congratulations! | Crystal Shoe | The Melody of Love | What Happiness Is | Our Mistakes |
The place I seek
beside you,cannot be mine
even in a dream.
Your heart floats
far from me
elusive.shadow of a shadow.
Never am I to savour, the rose velvet touch of your hand
the petal softness of your kiss
wintering endlessly are they in slumber.
lost to pain,lost to true purpose
shackled to emptiness.
Thursday 30th June 2011 10:50 pm
i loved watching as
baby seals and buoys
bobbed in the bay
fish traders bawling
cape salmon snoek
and conger eels
i adored the pace
boats sea quay
the mixture of race
i felt sorry for the maids
forced to live in townships
with broods of kids
without a man around
they dreaded ...
Thursday 30th June 2011 9:30 pm
Also by Philipos:AFTER THE RAIN. | THE RAILWAY CHILDREN. | UPLIFTING. | HIGHWAY TO HEAVEN. | WASTELANDS. | COSMOS FACT OR FANTASY? | QUIET HOUR TRAINS. | IN ISOLATION. | ETCHINGS FROM EASTBOURNE. | BABE. |
We're indebted to the Greeks
For exposing the leaks
In the Eurozone
Could the Parthenon
Once again be
The birthplace of democracy
Thursday 30th June 2011 6:53 pm
Property for sale or rent.
Rooms to let, £400 spent.
No phone, no bath, no pets.
DLA and Incapacity buys
an eight by twelve four bit room.
I am a man of means.
I am a King of the road.
I am king of my world.
Discharged into the community
professional emotional immunity.
I am impressed by my apparent psychological unity.
Thursday 30th June 2011 6:52 pm
Also by Jules Clare:king of the Road | Y | Where Were You | Chapel Street | Jules on the Radio with The Selector | Free Wheeler | Milk and Alcohol | Care Again | AnD | Astonishment | Hungry Heart | Inconvenienec | Walls | I Have Had A Little Time | I Have Had A little Time | Carry On Regardless | Wherever I lay My Hat | In The Army Now | Everybody's Talking | Psychokiller | Free Fall | Seasons Come, Seasons Go | Red Squirrels | On My Way | Autumn | Patriotic Blues | World Peace | Passing Memories | Remember | Joie De Vivre | Achy Breaky Heart | Late Night Bar | Lingering | Lingering | Barriers | Firing on One Cylinder | Red Squirrels | Once In A Life Time | Fleeting Thoughts | Mental Aid | Respect | Times Are A Changing | Mary Lou | Ash | Anger and Concern | And | All Around Me | A Mid Argyll Winter | A Fresh Start | 28 Days | 28 Days | Astonishment | Snow Is Sad | Mellow Yellow | I Believe | I Do Not Believe | An Island Life | Geordie Shame | A Mid argyll Winter | Map | Whatever I Want | Dissention | Pie and Peas | The End | Milk and Alcohol | Silly Boy | Today | Looking For An Acid Experience Again | Page Turner | Gliding Away | Mighty Mark | The Sign of the Times | The Celtic Warrior | Sixty Five For Free | In The Extreme | Page Turner | Gliding Away | A Driver's View | Congratulations | Words | Really | Hello and Goodbye | Hello from Jules | Barry's Lament | Map | Banners of Hope and Faith | Wonder | Bishop FM | Bishop FM | The End | A Clean Slate | Southern Pride | Milk and Alcohol | Milk and Alcohol | 28 Days | A Mid Argyll Winter | Dissention | Map | A Bloody Disgrace | Pies and Peas | Bad News | Inconvenience | Anger and Concern | County Durham Lady | The Streets of County Durham | Old Durham Town | Old Durham Town | The Wrong Day | Banners of Hope and faith | Wisdom | The Future is Bright | Bank Holiday Blues |
I went to the doctors the other day
Told him my boobs were sore,
I'm sure there's nothing wrong, he said
Have a mammogram just to be sure.
So off I trot to the clinic
When I saw this big machine,
The nurse said strip to the waist
Don't worry love it's just routine.
She plonked me boob on a cold slab
It really made me shiver
Reminded me ...
Thursday 30th June 2011 5:30 pm
Window shopping Aphrodite
Leblon’s premier rubber-wear
sandwich and photocopy shop
entranced by Croque Monsieur
done three ways
I could never have known
a Rio slum kid
sticky hare-lip half cured
grubbed a not wet not dry card
into my palm
‘TICKET TO MUSE’
fairylight cobwebbed walls
real linoleum floor
Wednesday 29th June 2011 10:16 pm
on a pitch dark night
Do you really attract wiches when you are full
and have you had famous men touch your surface.
Some secrets you hold no one will ever know
as you shine on me with your mysterious gleam and
silently say thats for me to know and you to find out.
Wednesday 29th June 2011 8:37 pm
Wednesday 29th June 2011 5:18 pm
The Heavy Hands of Time
The clock rarely has hands
For the middle age
It has hands
That starts to spin
And for the old
Time weighs heavy
Like all Burdon
Most of your time
Has now gone
Watching the youth
That your clock
Had no hands
To spin so fast
Wednesday 29th June 2011 4:54 pm
Betwixt a cloying sleepless night
Betwixt the sheets of comforts form
dreams dream a lovers shy embrace
strength secured from cruelest storm.
within the warmth of dearest dwell,
bathed in sheaves our wordless love,
silence broken, cannot be quelled.
dost thou believe, immortal soul,
Wednesday 29th June 2011 1:14 pm
She totters as she trots across the street
On spindly, thin-shin shanks that
Could not dance a dodgy, rocky foxtrot.
This would-be vamp is hobbled
In her shaky, rakish steps
That wobble cock-eyed, knock-kneed,
In her lust for shoe-supremacy.
This dainty demoiselle is held
To be no stately, graceful gazelle
But gawky like a new-born, gauche giraffe
Tuesday 28th June 2011 6:50 pm
Also by C Richard Miles:After the Summer Fayre | Sporting Success in spite of Rain | Send in the Clowns | Technology! | I have never been to Newbiggin | Haikus from the 1st Test England v Sri Lanka 2011 |
The wild colt enjoyed
the tall green grass.
One day he was captured
and made a beast of
burden. He worked in the
field and pulled the wagon,
but he longed for
the tall green grass.
He grew old and weak,
one day he lay down
and closed his eyes.
When he opened...
Tuesday 28th June 2011 6:03 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:My Mother's Gentle Hands | The Price of Freedom-(extended version) | The Price of Freedom |
I'm renowned in the village, the region, the World
for something impressive, once it's been unfurled
a commending citation it fills me with pride
a sound reputation as long as is wide
true clear recognition, a plaudit so fine
as others seem poultry when measured by mine
I've grown it, I've shown it, I've reared it by hand
been invited to take it all over the la...
Tuesday 28th June 2011 4:54 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:Beautiful girls with no hair... | Ilumination | Lost | Psst...big bum | Right and Wrong |
stops me in my tracks
too many times
paints the whole picture
of potential calamity
then plays it back to me
in surround sound
has o.c.d. as its default setting
tells me constantly
and check again
before taking any ...
Tuesday 28th June 2011 4:32 pm
Rain drops splash on my bed of leaves
the sun is pale and gives no heat.
As I slowly rise on aching bones
blackbird cries that im not alone.
People passing try not to see
they can’t afford the sympathy.
I wake from dreams of better days
to face another day lost in the haze
I have a secret that no one knows
I bury it deep but the pres...
Tuesday 28th June 2011 2:05 pm
I’ve got a brand new business plan,
A craze that will endure;
I’ve based it on that fish-tank thing -
That women’s pedicure;
And my idea is similar
The blokes will love for sure;
It still involves a tank of fish;
I call it Penicure.
Monday 27th June 2011 11:36 pm
Also by John Coopey:Piggies | Rattus Lavatorius | Nights in Prestatyn |
“Tea’s grilling, and the sloth’s toes
Did gear and gamble with their wage.
All misty were the biographers,
And the mime rats outrage.”
If Lewis Carroll used Spellcheck,
There wouldn’t be a ‘double Dutch’.
He’d have more literary respect.
He’s just so out-of-touch!
The worst thing is he’s a success!
Had he been typing with his feet?
From what I...
Monday 27th June 2011 8:46 pm
I hope you didn't see me leave,
and that you're not aware I've gone.
I hope I meant much less to you
than your presence meant to me.
Your pseudo intellectual rants
were scathing, shallow and flawed.
With feeling and enthusiasm
I tried to feed your thoughts,
but your responses made me a fool,
and so I was, to care for you.
Hence your four hundred and seven...
Monday 27th June 2011 7:45 pm
Also by Alison Smiles:Optimism | Tough old boots | First the eggs | A difficult age |
pop stars were skinny
cheesecloth and loons all the rage
in my hippy day
now they are podgy
where are all the handsome ones?
thank god I'm past it!
Monday 27th June 2011 4:52 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:feather, wood and bone | lap of luxury | the sea by night | last time | watching paint | chocolate shoes | waterperry |
a flashing view in the washroom mirror
who the hell is that
a plain jane in a neat grey suit
no – LUST
oh my god it’s me
Lips flame rouged
Shaded lids in saucy shadows
To her breast a crimson rose
And dancing heels with red silk lining
Swaying lithely to silent melody
Tingling with desire to dance
Twirling swirling scarlet skirt...
Monday 27th June 2011 11:18 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Let me dance |
outside the window,
an ocean of poppies,
red like denial.
she watched them day-in-day-out,
from sunset to the first shards of sunlight
which crept through their stems
and reflected the underside of their petals.
from this she saw veins, a tiny network of
lines like join-up-the-dots,
a motorway map
thin like emotion.
dadd went to war ...
Monday 27th June 2011 7:05 am
You talk to me and tell me that love makes the world
That from dust,
Man and woman go forth sharing ribs
And Lie in Holy Union, with gold rings on their fingers
That Solomon was pleased,
And sang in the rapture of our bodies
And that God himself is blessed by my sex,
Offered on silver platters with fine fruits and juices
for dancing and sweatin...
Monday 27th June 2011 1:33 am
NB, I risk your opprobrium by posting reportage rather than poetry. I just feel the need to do so. The following happened on Friday.
Jenny’s only been in the nursing home for a week, out of place at a young-looking 66.
She hates it, yet would hate even more being sent home, back to her life of passive neglect at the hands of uncaring ‘care’ staff who whizz in and out as if afraid ...
Sunday 26th June 2011 5:59 pm
Sorry for Leap Frogging here, this is the second draft so I had to remove the old one. Big thank you to Alan Morrison. This is a response to his last entry. Thank - You. x
I ran along such a road once,
The Wimborne Road the track - a point to point
Racecourse jockeys use to please a crowd,
The bets, illegal and legal ...
Sunday 26th June 2011 11:38 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:I Forgive, But Something..............Else, Doesn't! May It Never Find You (I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy). | Killing Down the Planetarium | Facades feat. Noetic-fret | Pawn of Insignificance | Daubed Clock of an Architect |
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Saturday 25th June 2011 10:26 pm
Also by Kath Hewitt:Daddys girl | No title | Blue-Eyes | Blameless | My affliction | Untitled |
On Thursday I gave my first solo recital. You can read all about it here: http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com/2011/06/24/newsflash-riot-at-poetry-gig/#comment-11735
It's thanks to Write Out Loud: when I asked the woman who invited me how she had heard of me, she said, 'The poet's website'. This is the only poet's website I'm on.
It was a great experience, but no...
Saturday 25th June 2011 9:02 pm
...with Angela Smith and Jane Steele on Sun 3 July - Wild, also on gig guide!
Saturday 25th June 2011 5:55 pm
Also by Emma Decent:Gigs! |
[Dedicated to Mike Robinson, poet & philosopher]
"I am of the street", said he,
excusing what he thought to be
his uncouth background's
strain of dark vulgarity.
"Vulgar" was the term he
(over)used, esteeming his fine
self to be devoid of lakeside
views and tender music's
Why does he believe the street
should always be...
Saturday 25th June 2011 4:34 pm
Also by Alan Morrison:Winter Romance | If | Anger Mismanagement | Baggage Class [sonnet] | The Turning Coat |
in the dark all she had was the light of promiscuity
a freedom , her body released from society's hold
the penetration made her feel wanted
loved in a way she chose
grubby hands violently tore at her
she perversely wanted more each time
never being made to love again
to conform to ancient laws
made by cynics and legalised rapists
for better or worse
in sickness and in health
Saturday 25th June 2011 2:22 pm
Of all the joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks onto mine…
He read me like a Mills & Boon
thought he knew my heart’s desire
swept me off my corny feet
set curled up toes on fire
For him podiatry was challenge
experimental, avant guarde
hammered toes blown fast and hard
He innovated long and often...
Saturday 25th June 2011 1:31 pm
Also by Isobel:Warning | Shoes, Feet and all things Podiatric |
Call this a suicide note if you will
More a transormation, as I lay still
Like a mass-cull for Vegans, when Ewe've turned to-Mutton
Too-desperate to be selective, too-soon forgotten
I envisage my Poetry, as an Ode to Toilet Doors
Cubicles rowed, like there's an-order, sticking to the floors
The Piano no-longer stops playing, now I meerly glance-through windows
Saturday 25th June 2011 11:01 am
Also by Meriel Malone:GLASS HOUSE STONES |
Do not consider me frail, do not consider me weak
Although I may walk at the speed of a snail and find the inclines rather steep
Do not consider me past it, do not consider me fractious
For I have lived for many a year but that does not make me not belong here
For my heart still beats and I can still move my feet, just not as fast as you
So think twice when you give me your ...
Friday 24th June 2011 6:19 pm
This morning, God finally
Put on his hat, and said
'Right - that's it.
If you don't believe in me,
then I don't believe in you
- and don’t go asking me
for any more favours!'
Bang went the door
and I heard Marlene's dog
bark as he passed the gate
It's all gone quiet
But I'm worried now that
he's not really gone
Friday 24th June 2011 4:03 pm
Also by John Embley:Nowt nor Summat? - That is the Question | On finding a tiny hole in my shoe ... |
I write in rhymes to make hard times seem easier defined,
as a chorus of growth and empowerment.
You see all thoughts become relevant,
in opposition to benevolent ways.
Far behind me are my self destructive days, that phase.
Our existence is melodic. A gift.
Still upon it,
we place expectations and material needs,
Thursday 23rd June 2011 10:40 pm
Also by Amy McCawley:To start to end | Scars | Just us | A Home. | Born to greatness. |
God is out of it
watching isms and schisms centre stage
there in the spotlight
protestant god at it
catholic god at it
fanning fires of division
papal infallibility questioned
new paths charted
lessons of love abandoned
gods of petrol bombs worshipped
gods of missiles praised
that is the essence
Thursday 23rd June 2011 8:13 pm
Also by jabulani mzinyathi:in reverse gear |
Thursday 23rd June 2011 3:24 am
Also by Steven Kenny:I'm Alright |
I had a moment today
strange and wonderful
a little like déjà vu
then blown away
and in this moment
all was clear
all the future
all the past
the universe outside my door
and somehow it all just felt right
like I knew something
we all know
but fail to acknowledge
something we trade for
Wednesday 22nd June 2011 9:04 pm
Also by Banksy:the sand man | Mackerel sky | earthworks | mind games | erring | My Furry Godmother... | yesterday | the end of the past | Zen stoned | See You Next Tuesday |
Someone took a grandfather clock
for a ride in a convertible Morris Minor.
I thought ,
My furniture doesn’t get out much.
So I took my chest of drawers ,
in a Vauxhall Zafira,
to the Isle of Mull –
a truly magical place.
We drove across the uplands,
where eagles spiral effortlessly
into moody clouds.
I felt inspired.
I took it...
Wednesday 22nd June 2011 5:24 pm
Also by Dave Carr:Every cloud |
The bubbles are coursing through my veins,
speeding to my empty
Leaving me floaty, yet inert
and rendering my mouth
dry and thirsty.
I am toasting you.
Tuesday 21st June 2011 10:20 pm
Also by Alanna Rice:Eleanor | Freedom Fighter | Stunned |
Ah, but when celebs rape trees
and The Sun has page three
your futility has meaning.
You played dot to dot with my heart
before we even knew the full picture.
We were children then
and now we stand – as adults – amazed.
Drawing on the canvass we've created
my palate is wet with streaming dreams...
trickling into consci...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 9:14 pm
Also by Ushiku Crisafulli:The Spectrum | Nutty Squirrel | Funny Onion | Bisexual Poem |
'The Poetry Spoke'
Great poetry and acoustic music night-
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:52 pm
You made a woman of me.
With your little tiny little body growing inside of me.
A tiny foetus that turned into an embryo.
When I first felt you kick I knew I’d never let you go.
The result of a conception made in love.
You had the excitement of a puppy and the grace of a dove.
So small on that screen all bouncing around
When I first saw your scan my feet didn’t touc...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:34 pm
Was due to go to a writing retreat on the Isle of Arran but now can’t make it. Would anyone like my place? Lovely house, wonderful writers and workshops, 2 - 9 July, £120. Please email me at email@example.com if interested or spread the word if you can. Thank you:-)
Tuesday 21st June 2011 4:03 pm
Also by Brink:Anthems and Album Tracks by Dermot Glennon - OUT NOW! |
Sharp and sudden, the cruel slash of searing pain
begins to fade yet forms the deepest scar.
Smouldering gut wrenching embers burn mouth dry
and storms torrential ashen eyes
for a love that lasts and lingers long.
And when there is time to remember
what used to and may yet still be
think only of the beauty that was had
not loves tragic mournful loss
but only of summer da...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 11:25 am
Also by Steven Dark:Helen |
In my last slumber
My soul cast a dream
In which my lost love
Reappeared to me
Clearing out the storm
Manipulating my heart
Her lips lush as life
The overcast cleared
As our eyes met
that this was real
Soon withered the distance
Away; We ran
To fufill our tethered dreams
We made love
Amongst the sun-soaked Lillies
Tuesday 21st June 2011 1:52 am
Crisp within her vase
Dead red roses on display
Fragile in the light
Lack of sickly scent
Seeing beauty in decay
Look but do not touch
Your fingers are forbidden
Petals turn to dust
Delighting in senescence
Ring of rosy death
Monday 20th June 2011 10:06 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Wine, Tears and Consolation |
Imagined hurts and upsets.
"Terribly angry and betrayed"
Because you're a leading lady, an artiste,
A show off attention seeker,
Because this time, you weren't up front,
No longer the main Diva.
We're so very very sorry
You weren't with us to list your achievments,
With your boasts that suffocate
And bragging which strang...
Monday 20th June 2011 12:51 am
Also by Manda Lee:TRAPPED | Play On |
Into itself, beyond vast darkness, remote lights beckon our tomorrow.
Into a new dark age
we go, marching,
[of soapbox poetry
there is no want
for many a voice
loudly rail and rant]
the terrain of our
condition and that
of our experience
has changed over
year upon year of
progress that has brought
Sunday 19th June 2011 3:07 pm
Sunday 19th June 2011 1:29 pm
Also by Alain English:Latest Poetry and Speaking Appearances |
There's a phrase to give us pause -
it's what you're on, it's where you're ending.
I've read so in your case notes
while your daughter was attempting
to colour in the silence
with progress of the garden
and accomplishments of children.
An undulating pathway, to be sure;
these buttons and levers at the side
of your bed will help you to adjust.
All that's l...
Sunday 19th June 2011 12:00 pm
Sole to sole. Blissful
Our feet and eyes touch in love
Soul to soul. Blissful.
Warning – this poem contains “foma”
For 40 years I've been fascinated by CAT'S CRADLE, a novel by Kurt Vonnegut. Even though I disagree with his main conclusion it is immensely provocative (and amusing). In Cat's Cradle, the supreme act of worsh...
Saturday 18th June 2011 11:47 am
Also by Dave Bradley:Sox appeal | ESCAPE. Result | Escape. Last chance to vote. | Paths | Escape. Time to Vote |
her choice of sandals
(magnificently explained to me)
her walk plans
(could be cut shorter - but hey.....)
but her politics and opinions -
take em or leave em.
Friday 17th June 2011 6:56 pm
The window waved
to a silence:
Wanderlust eats stars
Takes abandonment home for tea.
Remembers when The
Golden Girls had
their silver hue.
Knows what to do
when you don't
She can even magic eye,
and fingerknits belonging on the bus.
Bubble gum girl
happily sits still and thinks
Thursday 16th June 2011 3:26 pm
Also by Emma McCourty:Old Glitter and Flipflops |
I side step
A wounded tampon
A crushed can
On somebody’s bonnet
A pizza box
With a scabby slice
Of maggoty rice
Rolls of carpet
A silver telly
Bulging bin bags
Split and smelly
Ugly cars with
Wednesday 15th June 2011 3:42 pm
I have never been one
To slowly and lowly
Dip my toe in the flow
Rather I`ve leapt
Feet first in a burst
Of passion not to ration
Walk a straight line?
Well no, what a bore!
Throw me a curve and I`ll swerve
I have no control
Over lower digits which fidget
To land me and strand me
Wednesday 15th June 2011 2:52 pm
It cups my chin, and if it could give,
it gives -
a white smoothing porcelain, to tether, bitter on my lips,
fast into the air, pulling on my coat;
a dance, a positioning of feet,
and an embrace that, true to form,
and leaves me so unsure.
Hurried, the part of the lake
that I am, is held back, and yet cautious,
and lonely still...
Wednesday 15th June 2011 12:43 pm
I remember you in Bookfinders
On university road
As you pulled out
One book to look at
And the full shelf
Collapsed on you.
It shames me now
I remember more
About your Scott Walker LPs
Scattered all over the floor
In a huge circle
Which you would
Over and over
If you were ...
Wednesday 15th June 2011 8:55 am
Also by Andy N:Summer is Here |
Woodland breathes all around
People move dance and sway
I stand in the lost child light.
‘Hey you ok?’
‘Yes’ I say
All the while
In the lost child light.
Blessings be upon you,
Suffer the little children . . .
The woodland ages slower than I
And grows stronger than I
Holds me close comforted be...
Monday 13th June 2011 11:15 pm
Lost equals through three decades,
Chance meeting kindles
Our competitive flame,
Winning me over again.
So you think.
But this is my game…
Now I toy, I tease,
If I please.
You’re all mine,
So you say.
But I’m not yours.
I’ve triumphantly grown-up;
The guileless girl now hidden away.
Now, capriciously sure ...
Monday 13th June 2011 11:05 am
Monday 13th June 2011 12:55 am
Monday 13th June 2011 12:04 am
Also by Joseph Kennedy:The honest prayer |
And in the distance
A watery sun
Above the Pennines.
Railway stations buzz
As iPods arrive
Their sleeping owners.
Shops slowly open
With early temptings
Of frothy coffee
And warming bagels.
Trams clank che...
Sunday 12th June 2011 5:56 pm
"We Reap What We Sow" - Japans Tsunami and the Fukushima Nuclear Disaster 2011
The recent nuclear disaster in Fukushima, Japan in the wake of the recent earthquakes and tsunami shows what folly man has to think that he can contain forever and in all eventualities the power of nuclear energy.
No one thought of the force of a tsunami wave breaking the cooling system on the nuclear pow...
Friday 10th June 2011 11:11 pm
He swims like a fish or is that a brick
He’s running amok & its making me sick.
He fights like a lion & sting like a bee
He play’s like a cat & barks up the wrong tree.
He’s confused dot com & a CD rom
He’s in regression & back on the Somme.
He’s throwing a party & putting his back out of joint
He could dance like John Travolta but don...
Friday 10th June 2011 8:56 pm
Also by Brian Wood:I Just Want A Job! |
Listening to mansun
As commuter faces
Swirl around me
Waiting for a bus
At kings cross
As the stream passes me
Taunt me with
I am invisible
Long Grey hair
Street drinker chic
I don't care
I don't want them
To want me
I like the margins
90s me w...
Thursday 9th June 2011 2:53 pm
Also by Martin Togher:My Birthday | Shared Garden |
The apple scent throws me back to my childhood
picking apples from the family tree
in a grandparent’s garden with a sister.
Her up the ladder; me, holding it steady.
My gaze follows the upward flow
of her arched white socks as she balances,
straining to reach higher.
I see straight up her skirt, up to her cotton-white
knickers and the smooth dark creases th...
Thursday 9th June 2011 12:47 pm
saw you come into the world,
or pee into the midwife's eye,
or have your arse smacked merrily
to bring your first breath on, or cry,
or dry your tears, or hide my own,
or feel protective rage come on
when careless strangers crossed your path
in infancy, in innocence;
I never felt the urge to kill, for you;
..saw if your life was colour...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 8:45 pm
Somewhere underfoot beneath her contemptuous gaze
Grinding and crushing
Blood rushing to her head
Misting bloody red
Wine and roses lay scattered
Dreams and schemes splattered
Left then right spinning into the vicious plight awaiting
Cold, colder yet as cruellest roaring sea
Light her slender form struck out at me
Red pretty toenails sharp as razors pledge th...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 6:16 pm
T shirt and clean sand.
An open sky clearing
The purest of air.
Sunlight brim through
The clot of the public.
An expected scent
Of wave slush on feathers.
A calm atmosphere
Like the after party
Of a massacre
Bird grin, human laughter.
Rock salt perfume
Shades claim nothing of this d...
Wednesday 8th June 2011 5:06 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Words That Sigh |
What do you call an intelligent, good looking, sensitive man?
I married the King of all idiots as summer erupted all dripping green
and hated the insensitive bastard, especially the bit at the base of his penis.
He was a lawn mower - hard to get started, emitted noxious fumes and didn't work
half the time.
He used to whistle when sitti...
Tuesday 7th June 2011 5:19 pm
Also by Rodney Wood:WORKSHOP POEM |
Awhile ago I was watching tv, knights of the round table and such. The following day as I was
driving this idea was going round in my head , later when Id stopped I started to write down some
lines, I just intended for it to be a poem or even a song of a few verses. The problem then started
that the more I wrote the more idea's came, so what started out as a standard piece has now
Tuesday 7th June 2011 3:44 pm
Laura is greatly looking forward to her OxFringe gig on 22nd June with her splendid fellow performers Project Adorno and Philip Jeays upstairs at the Copa bar in George Street, Oxford, showtime 9.30pm. Please do come if you can - you won't regret it!
Sunday 5th June 2011 9:44 pm
U awake? We’ve had some
problems say prayers will u
with your account I feel
so bad can you make it
We’ve just added your Come
4 lunch See u I just don’t
kno how tonite I’m going to
say prayers will u running
ok to carry on Hang in there
I don’t even kno U awake?
how to pray Still don’t kno
can you find ou...
Sunday 5th June 2011 4:11 pm
There is a Tavern
Upon the hill
A quiet lair, set pencilled
Against the setting sun
The gently eager wind
Rustles hushed whispers
Through the penitent trees
As pendulum clocks
Eyes feasting on every flicker
Black lace, crystal clicks
Swooping tantalisingly low
Feel the sheathes of their scythe
Saturday 4th June 2011 10:06 pm
unheard n invisible,
condemned w/ no chance to defend,
innards ripped out,
broken w/out a second thought.
but none of it matters.
you're worth the pain.
Saturday 4th June 2011 9:22 pm
This is it Appalachia here I come.
22.04.11 – 79) Day break and I’m on my way
To a great American byway
Waterfalls said to be like fountains
Now I’m driving along the Blue Ridge Mountains
Opened in 1935 a vision for beauty to come alive
To enable people to go asunder
To see first hand natures wonder
Looking down at what can be seen
Trees in the valleys all shades of...
Saturday 4th June 2011 10:16 am
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There, inbetween words, are dark words:
non-words that whisper.
Still small voice of calm
to roars’ raging.
inside, between the corpusles,
behind your eyes,
the dark words speak.
Listen more closely this time.
If only you could be still enough,
if only you could be quiet enough:
switch off the...
Friday 3rd June 2011 10:43 pm
Written on June 1st 2011 as an assignment based on the Calendar, set by John Cassidy for Bank Street Writers, Bolton.
O God of Sun, on Sunnandaeg,
I worship thee with spray -on bronze,
Because thy workload is quite big,
There’ll be a lot of wet week-ends.
God of the Moon, on Monandaeg,
I offer thee my hangover,
Last night I was a lunatic,
Oh I am deep...
Friday 3rd June 2011 7:32 pm
There’s a limit of thirty miles per hour,
And so the word goes round.
A speed camera has arrived in the road,
Don’t be the one to get found.
Man has one eye on the yellow box,
His Ford passes at twenty-nine,
Other eye is on his speedometer,
This careless driver escapes a fine.
Paying careful attention to the road,
Saab owner goes by at thirty-two....
Friday 3rd June 2011 1:12 pm
Daughter’s first word was Coke
Her second was mummy
And when we saw all was good they branded her
With a barcode
So that when she finally stood up
It would be easier to pay for the goods
Stick your arm under the lazer love, wait your turn don’t push or shove
Even when I’m down
I buy a happy meal
After all who doesn’t want to be happy
I heard they twea...
Wednesday 1st June 2011 1:32 am