Poetry Blogs (Jul 2011)
Fourteen was a magical summer, sun hotter than
Any summer since, grass more green and more intense,
Green in the nose, as well as in the eyes,
And the chalk brighter and more white, even, than the fluffy clouds
Piled like confectionery on the horizon,
The sky bluer, and your adolescent girlfriend
More achingly beautiful every day,
Sunday 31st July 2011 9:23 pm
Also by STEVE RUDD:Matrimony Rap | An English Hairbag Foresees His Death | Scar Tissue |
intrusive white hot metal
grips the innards.
to the scream of,
Sunday 31st July 2011 7:20 pm
Do you want to renounce violence against other people on a personal scale and on an international level, where countries are bombed and shelled? This isn't good, people are injured and die. Think what happens if I hit someone and kill him with one punch, this does happen. If a mortar falls and kills a dozen people in a busy market place.
What does it solve? Each person...
Sunday 31st July 2011 3:32 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:poem on a sunken ship | pagan poem | poem on my ex and a decade on when we passed 1 another | poem i read live at blouse band gig opening for them | poems i read at Scribble Fest, Rochdale July 2011 |
drifts feather like
in wisps of air as
tufts of hair from
gone to seed
these ideas come
to me at dead
of night when
startled from my
sleep i seek a pen
i know of course
that when my drowsy
mornings come such
thoughts will flit
elusively as fluff
owls call clearly
at this hour
sat on isolated
Sunday 31st July 2011 2:20 pm
Also by Philipos:INFARCATION. | CROSSING PLACE. | WHAT THE MASTER SAW. | CLAWS. | ETCHINGS. | GONDWANALAND. | SOLITARY. | VESPULA VULGARIS. | SUGAR BOATS. | THE WATER’S EDGE. | CAFÉ MATISSE. |
THE REASON WHY
(a tele-ad love tale)
Why do you think I love you, sweet?
Do you think it`s the sway of your hips as you walk,
Or the toss of your hair?
Do you think it`s your far off forest-of autumn eyes that make me care,
Or the calm of your voice as you talk –
Do you think it`s your loveliness laid me at your feet?
Just what do you think love...
Sunday 31st July 2011 1:46 pm
I’ve lived here now three years and more
Don’t look as good as it did before
The skirting board has all gone fuzzy
The colour’s dulled, the corners muzzy
I’ve filled the place with loads of stuff
Heaven knows I’ve got enough
They say that after several years
The dust bunnies get bigger...
Sunday 31st July 2011 11:30 am
Also by Ann Foxglove:diamante ghost | diamante love | by your leave | no place like home | white knights | whitechapel ladies | wind in the chimney | carrion |
Slightest touch ignites. Flames flourish within. Agonising. If I could I would skip to the next obscene moment and re-wind play re-wind play re-wind. I can feel it brewing. Not long now. The next one will make me flutter and not fall. The drought continues.
Sunday 31st July 2011 1:12 am
Memory as clear as a perfect summer;
two-funnelled steamship, day trip
to Inverary. Pier to pier under fug
of smoke; going below
to watch engine cranks turn mesmerically;
on the way back people on deck
singing to an accordion band.
Most of the Clyde paddle steamers
scattered or scrapped. One lay berthed
on the Thames, lost. Just
the cash-strapped Waverley,
Saturday 30th July 2011 11:39 am
not throwing the baby out
out with the bath water
'speak tongue's lash
on the naked buttocks of silence'
reality delivering a back hander
on the jaws of half truths
flocking in multitudes to those places
there to be fed on sexist doctrines
men clinging to the pulpit
reviling women for the menstrual cycle
preaching messages of subjugation
Saturday 30th July 2011 11:19 am
Hiding Submerging Suppressing
Sadness Joy Failure Celebration
Feeling Crying Weeping
Saturday 30th July 2011 8:06 am
Also by Dave Bradley:LMF | A Walk with Asylum Seekers | The wee men and the bin man |
if we looked at history
on a multi-plane spreadsheet
and compared the goings on
in each particular era
we shall find that at any given
period, no matter the advancement
there inevitably at a cost lay revealed
atrocities, genocides, discrimination
prejudices, and a lack of conscience
that marks the brute in humans
poets have also been present
ever alert on the front-lin...
Saturday 30th July 2011 4:43 am
come into me
fold yourself and feel me
sink yourself to my depths
and try to swim
swallow your own sickness
and try to breathe
come into me
see who i am and
be who i am and
try not to break
be what i need
and try to stay
come into me
and know me.
Saturday 30th July 2011 1:13 am
Also by Kath Hewitt:Pea - COCK | Untitled | Hurt |
Walked 'round the town where I was born and bred
Places changed, friends gone, some dead,
Fading ghosts of streets that were home to me
Where I'd played as a child, young and fancy-free
The glow of the smiles that used to be
On the faces of friends I knew.
Wraiths of ships built on the river there
Faint echoes of their horns on the misty air
Friday 29th July 2011 11:35 am
Also by John Embley:Memorial for EAW | Eye of the Beholder | I close my eyes | Blues for a Mog |
Yvonne has a daughter.
Yvonne has a son.
Beccy will be a teacher.
Thomas is number one.
Thomas likes a drink.
He drives Yvonne to the shrink.
Yvonne drinks wine.
She makes Gary gind.
Yvonne mops the floor.
Yet Gary asks for more.
Yvonne cooks the meals.
Gary knows how she feels.
Yvonne does a good turn.
Friday 29th July 2011 11:11 am
Also by Jules Clare:Poison Chalice | Poetry | Sugar Sugar | Queen Victoria | The Return of Eric | Toxic | Unicorn | You Babe | Ghostly Memories | Drill Instruction | Numbers | Eric | Bill | Preacher Man | Tops | Yesterday | Mary Lou | Numbers | Trendy pants | Blether Box | Foundation | Old Crook Town 2 | Old Crook Town | Amy | All That She Wants | A Good Bash | Work Shy | Back pain | Board | Charlie and Shane | Crazy | Day Break | Famous | Harvest | Harvest | Heaven | Life | Murder Rap | Murder Rap | No Way | Relax | Sad Inside | Sad Inside | Shane Don't Be A Hero | Smiling at You | Stress | That's Entertainment | Trust | Walking | When | Wicked Game | Start | Washing | Game On | Friends | Rain | Praise | Home | My Life | My Life | Drum Beat | Memories | Wicked | Wicked | Rose | Touch | Surprise | The Ingleborough Rap | Fate | Peace | Perfect Skin | Exploitation | Two Cool | Dream Towers | Mining Muck | Weight Loss | Big Brother | Water Displacement | Crinan Canal | Beauty | Knock Knock | Jump | Giving Up | Ghostly Memories | Going Down | Enough | Ghostly Memories | Debauchery and Vice | Hilly Moment Number One | Puffing Billy | Hilly Moment Number Three | Hilly Moment Number 2 | I Need Gym | Number One | Paying My Rent | Soul for Sale | The Man With No Name | Six Thousandf Miles from Home | The Travellers | Twenty Five Years | Number One | Precious Battles | Number One | Weardale Moment Number 2 | Praise Be To Vera | Snowing In My Heart | Roll With It | Raining Cats and dogs | Praise Be To Vera | Overflow | One, Two, Three | One Vision | Number One | Nuclear Explosion | New Year's Eve | Marconi Day | Knock Knock | Jump | Giving Up | Going Down | Enough | Contractual Obligations | Cloudy But Brightening Up | Class War | Locked Away | Nora Rose Clemmet | Creative Enid | Liam Is Out | Brandon Chick | two of a Kind | Flustering Dreams | Whispering Grass | Old Choices | Down Hill Racer | Princes Street | Roll With It | Contractual Obligations | Life Colours | The Meaning of Life | The Fix | Together | Improvisation | Welcome Home | The Main Man | Michael | Blossom | A Pillar of Society | A Pillar of Society | Thanksgiving | Connection | Alastair | Cassie | The Park Bench | Surrealism | The Fix | What Do You Get? | Old 45s' | My Country | It's Mint | Homeless in London | Disabled | Bruce | You Can Have It All | Scottish Humour | Top 66 | A Floral Tribute | Terry Ten Squirrels |
I’m not one to linger
I’m an altogether more perfunctory
“in and out”
ten minutes tops
and a quick wipe
but still it surprises me
for all my haste
how the unctuous
stresses & strains of the day
dissolve and melt away
in those few steamy moments
Thursday 28th July 2011 10:49 pm
Also by Banksy:the King and I | her dream |
The Prague spring is a well known thing, but its summer burns intensely and all is overheated.
The last time I was here was long ago, and I think it was October, I’m sure it was October.
I have no elaborate plan, but the plan is elaborate enough: I really need a holiday, really need to chill
and relax and drink coffee and go to the gym, but also wild adventures with the characters I...
Thursday 28th July 2011 7:42 pm
Also by Dermot Glennon:The song of the existence of matter | Building the future |
(.......and now for something completely different.....)
The mission’s not impossible; it is not even hard;
I just enact the script for Him - a player, nothing more;
It’s happened in the future once it’s become His Word,
Which is to purge creation of the Babylonian Whore.
She worms her way through history, corrupted to the core;
In Adam’s fated fall fro...
Thursday 28th July 2011 6:42 pm
Also by John Coopey:The Fairies in the Backs | The Ghost of White Hart Lane | Boots | No Better Ending | Costa Coffee | Senlac Hill |
A guiding light to illuminate the way
Wednesday 27th July 2011 8:40 pm
Jayne Fontaine was not to blame
It was surely Auntie Mable
That let the baby crack its head
Under the kitchen table
And as the screams filled up the house
And spilled on to the street
Jayne ran around to garden to
Be sure the first to meet
The neighbours and the gathering throng
So perplexed and concerned
And horrified and angry at
What each in...
Wednesday 27th July 2011 5:39 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:A price worth paying? | Style icon | A World away | Incucumbent | Engendered Resolution! | Behind many successful men... |
It must have been
a suggestion of some
that attracted you.
Did I talk in my sleep,
ask for you,
ask for your company?
I cannot deny
here you are
whether in dream
to your intensity.
You the appealing
carrier of legend.
lives a dragg...
Wednesday 27th July 2011 1:07 am
It's been such a very few short days
since our last intimate embrace,
Yet I can say with an urgent truth
the thing I've missed most is you.
The strain I've felt in that alien place,
How I've suffered for what I'd to do,
left with an ache I can hardly stomach,
and a pressure too great to tolerate.
The colourful pageantry delighted me,
the music, dancers and cl...
Tuesday 26th July 2011 8:05 pm
Today I didn’t change the world at least not very much
I did not win the lottery nor save some other’s life
But on my way I tried to help the few that I did touch
By finding hope in poetry when hopelessness was rife.
Tuesday 26th July 2011 4:20 pm
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:Do you have to dress smart to make wise? | I only had one humbug | Poverty is a poor excuse for a paucity of poetry, |
She set her glass
On the mantelpiece
And fixed her eyes on the flame.
The courage of the coal
As it flicked and sniggered.
The madness of its desperation
She percieved as genius.
But something was not right.
She gulped her wine
Forced the cigarette
She had to walk away.
The heat was just...
Tuesday 26th July 2011 2:57 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Plasticopolis | Nothing Is Ugly In The Dark | Foreverless | Upas | Keeping You Warm | Nocturne | Excerpt from novel. | The Volunteer Creature | The Burning Of The Sting | The Slaves Are Happy | Fluke | Woman Of The Future | Palace Of The Palatal | Christians Are Funny When They Cry. |
Sleeping too much,
Thinking about the spaces
Hiding between words
And trying to get
But it comes
With eyes wide shut,
Navigating those long
Corridors and buying
Clothes from empty
It beats down
On us, and we rub
At our eyes, trying
To see through those
Tuesday 26th July 2011 10:47 am
Also by Hayden:Delicate | Bedtime | Cutt and Pastels | Gnomes |
'So Sad WAS I'
I dialled a number
A soft voice spoke
And talked gently
I spoke tentatively at first
Not so hurried
This voice filled me with care
It comforted me
That I could be heard
Ever so gently
A voice of understanding
A short time passed
As I gasped but...
Tuesday 26th July 2011 8:59 am
Great poetry and acoustic music night-
Wednesday night- 8pm!
22a Liscard Crescent
Wallasey- The Wirral
CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)
Our Guest Poet
WOL member, published in several anthologies and a major contributor to Different Ages, Different Walks- poetry collect...
Monday 25th July 2011 3:46 pm
You've got attachment issues, kid,
and I can't take this hat off my head:
we're beginning to make eye contact.
Seven pairs of shoes you've worn today;
I'm breaking out of The First Aid Box
into the parallel play area.
Your hair stands up on the trampoline
like Harpo Marx in the kitchen clock;
I wonder if we're catching you in time.
Monday 25th July 2011 3:22 pm
To celebrate the birth of Andy's & Kathryns first child
TALL and QUIET
Welcome to Sylvia Yoshi Yates
For you, your whole life awaits
To be instructed by Kathryn and Andy Yates
A pair, that Ann and I can call mates.
Sylvia means “from the forest”: will you be tall?
Yoshi means “quiet”, a quality considered n...
Monday 25th July 2011 12:24 pm
Also by Ian G Smith:21.00 Hrs. 8th October 2010 |
Atmospheric pressure above the
Marsh-mellow clouds make spectacular wishes
Of the universe – and for a moment,
If we grab the tail and never let go,
We’d have chance upon escape.
We could snatch it,
Cling on – our dear life and play
Amongst the stars,
We could fly like fantasy
The greats; Capricorn, Virgo, Le...
Monday 25th July 2011 3:13 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Storm Theory | OPERATION | Win Win Win Till Money Kills All | The British Have Soured | 38 Degrees | Crimson Plains | I Am Woman | Lost Effort |
I'd cut my hands on His porcelain features
claw the heart from my chest
Too far drawn to be real
too plain to be of interest
As it kicks within my ribcage
He echoes in my mind
The loss of someone like me
I never could quite find
I'm falling through obvious gaps
stumbling through life
Sunday 24th July 2011 10:34 pm
Bits of amazingness from you are falling
Into gaps of a divorcee’s laminate flooring
Residue from the great stud that is you
Are being severed to the tones of La Roux
Yeah, some bitch is standing there mowing
The hair you spent all your free time growing
As you patiently sit, no complaints to be heard
Generosity - just isn’t the word.
The great debates you have, as follicles spl...
Sunday 24th July 2011 6:17 pm
Standing on the edge of an ocean shore
on the sand shimmer surface of the swell;
my arms thrown out wide to the water’s roar,
I listened for the tolling of the bell.
Strange screeching birds were circling overhead;
“Into the water, if you dare!” they cry.
It felt as if my life hung on a thread;
“What if it’s cold or too rough?”, I reply.
Then a wind like a hammer hit my back
Sunday 24th July 2011 8:58 am
Also by Alan Morrison:The Love Police | Inevitable [a sonnet] | Facets of Friendship, Part 1: "Friends Lite" | Quivering Quill | Ghostword Graveyard | Les Mots qui Rient [a sonnet] | My Little Sieve | Independence Day Freedom Rap | Pearly Gates |
like it's the last time
you'll ever hear me say
I love you.
And pretend that last summer
wasn't the nightmare you remember,
that all pretty girls grow up
in pretty dresses
and Daddy loves them a life time.
Never remember this night,
or the shocking realization
that all little girls grow up
to be whores or worse...
Fools in love with fools.
Sunday 24th July 2011 3:44 am
It feels like so long since I've written any poetry - nowadays they jut seem like fragemnts that I've abandoned in some book and haven't read again. I've always found it hard to connect with myself fully when writing poetry, and in a way it feels like that's happened again. I miss it. I miss writing for me and not worrying if my writing will sound gushing or "fake". Fake for whom? Really?
Saturday 23rd July 2011 12:30 pm
Saturday 23rd July 2011 12:00 am
on heavy eyes the full moon cast gilded shadows
swan path shafting seductive to the shore where
she dropped her clothes and entered liquid light
jewelled feet icy lustrous pale arms high uplifted
now wide eyes of unwavering clarity enraptured
dream-wooing dream-possessed she sank gleaming
to her knees in the bitter midnight water open palms
Friday 22nd July 2011 4:55 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Ocean Thoughts | Cats |
I created this poem using a very rigid cut-up inspired technique of going through an article in a women's magazine and only deleting words. I kept all of the text in the same order as in the article and didn't add anything or change any tenses etc.
Love You Millions
I don’t know what was harder
Or having to explain it
But you’re ...
Thursday 21st July 2011 10:59 pm
Also by Gemma Lees:Quoting Mikey Wong: "Poetry Is Gay" |
Ghosts of Rivington Moor
On a clear day from this windswept range
your eyes can see as far as the coast
and the mountains of North Wales
in heavy rain they can see little worth talking about
blindfolded by a dismal blanket of cloud
Centuries ago these hills were ablaze
warning of invasion from foreign lands
it’s pike still stands in solitary recogniti...
Thursday 21st July 2011 9:42 pm
bring fragments of peace.
On dust covered dunes
lost in the drones of the sea,
or looking at you
looking aimslessly out of the window.
Watching Candy Floss
dance across the sea.
Listening to bus wheels
stutter like stray thoughts.
Looking for seagulls
Thursday 21st July 2011 9:01 pm
I meet a american he was a warm genuine friendly man
He drank wine and smoked a few telling me how his life spanned
White beard and wisdom both gained over time
I wish i had a life time to get to know this guy..
One fleeting connection may be never again
But who knows,
Or even when
I hope that someday I'll meet the american man again.......
Thursday 21st July 2011 4:50 pm
I see the smoke is shifting I see the veil is lifting And there's an itching in the providence. Where love is missing. Them looks are menacing No longer dosed on bogus medicine Feel like a veteran I'm wartorn stuck in these malevolant ages. These awakening stages Giving way to these nations Showing evident rages. Ive been flipping them pages Ancient knowledge in traces Prophresisin...
Thursday 21st July 2011 11:35 am
Chewing the cud unperturbed by the world in the heat’s haze,
Up in the meadow tread red-polled, old, dun cows and brown cows,
Jerseys and Guernseys combining with Holsteins, all fine beasts.
All summer long in the strong, blinding sunshine, the kine graze,
Nibbling the timothy, fescue and rye grass, that high grass
Hiding the hollows, where tussocks of sedge deck the m...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 9:20 pm
Also by C Richard Miles:Traffic Thoughts | Tewit Nesting |
The sun subsides.
Cold wind rides the waves, across the sea.
Cruel to her.
Darkness starved of light.
She, fights to survive.
Harsh pains of ovewhelming rains, and frosty dawns.
Winter scorns her.
She withers, to stem as petals fall to soils too hard to nourish,
or flourish from.
Long gone summer showers.
Warm rays of empowering long days.
Wednesday 20th July 2011 8:00 pm
Also by Amy McCawley:Birth of a Rose (part1) | Life's Rain | Waiting room |
Those days are over when we ruled the seven seas
And when we wanted money we could rob the Portugese
'Cos now they're robbing us through the european coffers
And there isn't any fighting, they just come and take it off us
You buggers are too healthy and you're living far too long
Now that's all fine and dandy when economies are strong
Even for the reaper, times are hard and things l...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 7:47 pm
Also by Dave Carr:Sockless in Scarisbrick |
Here we are, two years on
And still I hate the school play
In crammed airless hall
Two hours of my life stolen
only this time it’s worse…
I’ve grabbed the last two seats in the house,
embroiled myself in chit chat with a neighbour
before the waft of urine hits my senses
and I thought her husband switched places
to ease our conversation…
My 15yr old bemoan...
Wednesday 20th July 2011 5:59 pm
Also by Isobel:The School Play (Re-post) | Tainted Wings | Shoes, Feet and all things Podiatric Competition Results |
There's a change going on I can't see;
is the woman in me dying?
I notice the grays and lines appearing
but something other is steering my course,
the stalk of the Reaper draws close.
When the usefulness of my youth is past
will I at last be free
of the three days of madness
when I want to fuck everything
and the unaccountable sadness
Wednesday 20th July 2011 4:51 pm
I’m a carefree lad,
A lazy git,
Whichever you prefer,
I don’t mind either,
Except having to do work
Or any description
You know this life’s good,
That of the ne’er bored,
Taking each day,
Just as it comes,
To put on an act,
As if prepared for it,
Such effortless style, such élan!
The secret: Don’t care
We, the lazy are...
Tuesday 19th July 2011 3:34 pm
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:Summer |
When silver lady midnight moon
Caresses sand and sea
I can hear her gently calling
A calling out to me
She is pushing me and pulling me
And luring me along
For she wants me in the ocean
Where she says, that I belong.
She wants me in the ocean
She wants me in the sea
She wants me neath the foaming
Rage so the waters cover me.
Monday 18th July 2011 10:31 pm
the day of her leaving
it's a bit battered now
but I remember it when it was pristine
pages almost sticking together as they opened for the first time
unaware of time passing
family, relatives, confetti, suits, shiny shoes
daft hairstyles back-combed into oblivion
me as a small boy
Monday 18th July 2011 9:12 pm