Poetry Blogs (Mar 2012)
Soldier, Sailor – Air Force, Dad
Life is like, well, I don’t know it,
It’s something that’s happening to everyone else and,
The walls become unbearable as time slips by,
As slipping by is not my life,
But other people’s understanding of my existence.
I share this existence though and often
I find within my dreams a request,
Saturday 31st March 2012 11:21 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:Relinquishing Pain | Death Row Town | A Candidate for Applause |
(or I spy with my crying eye something beginning with 'D')
I,m going out he said
and maybe some time.
ok, I,ll leave a light on for you
you don't understand he added
I,M going out-
into a darkness of so many darknesses
where even the light of your heart
can do nothing fo...
Saturday 31st March 2012 5:29 pm
Outside in the forgotten garden
blossom is falling from the old Plum tree
When, as a child My mother would make me
Pick up the plums In the sun,
That fell like autumn leaves
I would Squash them into plastic
'KWIK SAVE' bags
'Make sure you get them all'
She would often nag And nag
. To the sound of the warrior wasp,
Flaunting his trib...
Saturday 31st March 2012 4:35 pm
When young Adam fancied a fumble
He asked Eve to make him a crumble
The serpent said yes
Then Eve made a dress
And now to our doom we all stumble.
Saturday 31st March 2012 3:54 pm
Poem 33 of 230: TO CARE AND SHARE
(TUNE - IN THE KEY OF D MAJOR:
D1 E1 F#3 F#2 G3 A1 A3 G2
G1 A1 B3 C#’2 C#’3 B1 B3 A2
D2 B2 B2 B1 C#’3 C#’2 B1 B3
D2 A3 A1 A1 A2-B3 A2 G2 G3
A3 B2 B1 B1 C#’2 C#’3 B1 B3
A3 B1 B2 B3 C#’2 B2 A2 A3
D1 D1 B3 B2 B1-C#’2 C#’3 B1 B3
D2 A2 A2 A2 B2 A2 G2 G2
D1 B3 B1 B2 C#’2 C#’2 B2 B2
D2 A2 A2 A2 B2 A2 G2 G3
D1 D1 B3 B1 C#’2 C#’3 B1 B3
D2 A2 A2 A2 B3 A2 G1 ...
Saturday 31st March 2012 3:44 pm
Also by David Franks: Walkabouts Verse:Impressions of London in 1997 (Chants from Walkabouts - 5) | Just Subsist (Chants from Walkabouts - 6) | On Honeymoon! (Chants from Walkabouts - 7) | Your Salt Upon My Lips (Chants from Walkabouts - 8) |
not in England, the land of my birth, where my worthlessness knows no
bounds, but on the farther side of the Earth.
I'm 65 now, I no longer ask myself whether I have a right to exist in an
overcrowded world, but whether I want to exist when the negatives of
my existence far outweigh the posi...
Saturday 31st March 2012 1:08 pm
Also by Philip Fletcher:Whiffy Breath | I love e-ink me. | 65, the new 'staying alive at all costs' rock 'n' roll. | Coping With Madness. |
To snatch a fleeting moment –
Is to gain the time it takes,
Set it down, bring it back,
At your leisure for your pleasure,
Sit and savour so the sun
Can thresh your rushing life.
Draw out the spec of time
That compliments your mood,
See it chew upon the tension
That it spits out as you brood,
Bathe in all the full-on beauty
Of each instan...
Saturday 31st March 2012 11:04 am
Also by Nick Clifton:Space Knits | Great Grammar | Solar Mum | Wrong Meanings | romance on a Bridge? | Coo and Spike's Day Out | Dead Letter | Growth and Decay | Life in Couplets (revised) | Life in Couplets | That Cannot Be! | The Eftymoo | The Artist | Crying Wind | Weeping Beast | Faint Winter | Weather Canon |
He stood and stared
at the socks in his hand.
She lay an arm accross
He made to sit
on the edge of the bed.
She moved her legs.
at what lay ahead.
He squeezed her foot.
She turned her gaze to him.
''We will make it through this day...''
words and foto T carroll
Saturday 31st March 2012 9:41 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:My loose checked tie |
My weeping heart prolapses into Heaven
Pure beings never dreamed of violence
Pervaded by the spirit of sunlight scapes
My weeping heart sighs for a choir of fertile songs
Glass plagues in suburban woodlands
crowned nourishment of the senses
Miserable woman dressed in blueberry bridges
A thousand seahorse dreams
Among the gunshot spheres of white ribbons
In the cherished image of feminini...
Saturday 31st March 2012 8:19 am
Also by Danny Metcalfe:Child of the dyad moon. | For those who travel far. | Vigor. | Evening. | Efflorescence. |
Provisions August 1767
Bailing Twine 500 balls
One gross of Quarrels
An half dozen Halberds
Pouches (leather) a gross
A selection of Hafts, Shanks and Spindles
Pipes (musical) 4 sets (boxed)
Pipes (fumidore) 4 sets (boxed)
Broadcloth 14 ells
Meal 150 sacks
Oat 200 bushels
Seed for sowing
20 Scythes for reaping
A Tumbril with straw
20 cans Lea...
Saturday 31st March 2012 12:30 am
Also by John Duffus:The Armchair Critic | Temple of Fiddes | What Is A Goit? WOL Comp / Nonsense Verse | Terra Nostra | Terra Nostra |
I remember searching for the perfect words,
I guess I was hoping you might change your mind,
Trying to convince ourselves that we don't live in the shadows of others
Is one of the more difficult of tasks.
We pass through life unable to truely speak,
Unable to truely know, and most importantly;
Unable to truely understand.
The body is seperate from the mind,
Friday 30th March 2012 6:26 pm
Also by Joy Claypool:No name | A Revisit From Forever |
Friday 30th March 2012 5:05 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Enter Violet | Portrait of Love on a Dove’s Tail | A Suggestion of Defence | The Hall | Catalepsy | Needle | The Candle Bends | Ghosts | She Reasons to Herself While Bathing | The Authentic Heart | Jude | Collective | Underneath | Coat |
Friday 30th March 2012 5:00 pm
Also by Alain English:The Aberdeen Poems by Alain English |
How can love cover the distance?
How can love manage the space?
The memory's a miracle worker
But it doesn't make up for your face.
For a lifetime you lived close by me
I saw you most every day
And I thought that you'd always be there
But suddenly you went away
You can't put a price on the life we knew
But when you left that life was through
Friday 30th March 2012 4:13 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:MERCHANT BANKERS | WATERBOARDING | LAST RESORT | THEY SAY - a vocal version - thanks Alan Hill! | HAVING IT ON HIS TOES | HOT STUFF | THE DEVIL'S DISCIPLE | THE PRIMROSE | STEAM DAYS | KNOWING THE DIFFERENCE | SUE - REMEMBERING A MUCH LOVED DOG | WORDS |
I, have always been
I, have always seen.
I, have watched the world
And seen its history unfurled.
I, shall always be
I, shall always see.
I, have watched my friends get old
But age dies not weary me, I’m bold.
I, am what I make myself
I, am what I want to be.
I, will not give in to time
The future is still mine.
I, shall go on an...
Friday 30th March 2012 4:10 pm
my body knows its spiralling DNA
thoughts helter skelter down
on this double helix of evolution
my mind knows infinity is its home
ideas diffuse through the universe
thoughts expanding with the stars
a journey through life
Friday 30th March 2012 2:47 pm
Go praise thou the Lord! It's seven o'clock!
You cannot afford to slumber ad hoc.
Five times you've hit snooze, and you've wasted an hour,
Forget your excuse, and go get in the shower.
Go praise thou the Lord! The prayerbook awaits,
its words unexplored, so get on your skates.
It stands on the shelf for the start of the day,
for Jesus himself rose up early to pray.
Go praise tho...
Friday 30th March 2012 2:43 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:Two creatures | Spanyel | Coincidence | And yet you show surprise | Some folk are born with knowledge of their goal | Among those born as humans on the earth | New ditty | Sleep | Pittsburgh | Dear Sir... | Stations | Acquainted with the dawn |
Sitting patiently atop his tree camouflaged
against the enemy, the sniper waits.
For three days and three nights he has waited
to do his duty for Imperial Japan.
Along the trail walks the enemy. Alert and ready
but not looking up, for this is where the sniper is,
waiting, watching, ready right now.
Levelling his gun, he takes careful aim.
Friday 30th March 2012 11:27 am
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:poems i read at Rochdale town hall march29 | SWIM IN THE SEA | HOW FED UP | DYING PRETTY | FIGHTER PILOT | One with the Storm and new sea themed ebook link | LET SLEEP COMETH | HOW COME | AMERICAN MIGS | me live in the sandbar | OVER | CONVERT |
I meet the compulsion
that leads me to write
in the burgeoning day
and the gathering night
and draw, from the wings
of a turbulent stage,
impressions that litter
the waste of a page.
Me and You.
I've emptied pens in vain attempts
to tie a feeling to a line, and
sought the answer to the question;
do your f...
Friday 30th March 2012 7:42 am
Lo, our sun now fills a wan sky
with such wondrous light.
This magic god-star brings us our warmth and joy
and, from on high, his mystic rays
pour through dark and scowling clouds.
Our thoughts will not accord him thanks
nor ask why our souls must always try to
climb out of a soft cocoon,
a warm and loving womb,
to gain an unknown star ( so cold, )
Friday 30th March 2012 1:05 am
Also by Yvonne Brunton:My Violin (the Musician’s Tale 2 ) | I'd call it Tetractys but I can't Spell it | Daddy's Child | My Guitar | The Agropuss | Peace? | Wait for Weight | Message From School |
a partridge clucks and
ponies stamp their hooves
where mole-hills ventilate
and humus feeds the grass
no scurrying field-mice yet
for daylight still holds sway
centre-field a chestnut tree
where probing magpies root
a woodpecker’s drill
heard above the tones
of a distant neapolitan van
doing the ice-cream rounds
Thursday 29th March 2012 11:01 pm
Also by Philipos:PIRBRIGHT. | WEYMOUTH. | STANDING STONES. | IZIMPONDO ZANKOMO. |
The grey clouds loom The grey clouds loom in the crowded night sky Where stars in the billions Are born and then die The lightning flash The darkness' turn The rocks want to know What time has learned The light
Thursday 29th March 2012 9:08 pm
“We’ve singles and trebles and this 12 pack here
Means old men can use one each month of the year;
We’ve ribbed ones and ticklers, all colours and sizes
And ones that light up and are full of surprises
And this one’s a novelty, first that I’ve seen
Which on your completion plays “God Save the Queen”;
There’s Strawberry, Chocolate, Lemon and Mint
And even in Chi...
Thursday 29th March 2012 6:13 pm
Also by John Coopey:Dear Marge | Talkin' Brown Ale Blues | Parallax 29 | Falling Glass | Stairlift to Heaven |
Just had a meeting with the Director of Yellow Trousers CIC to set up creative writing workshops in South East to promote a better understanding of mental health through the arts. Very exciting. Here's the poem that the charity is named after, it might seem a little odd out of context as the collection is a sequence, but ...
She can talk forever.
He does ...
Thursday 29th March 2012 3:51 pm
Also by Abegail Morley:Snow Child |
Stealthily, autumn crept in. The once yellow fields of Rapeseed and Cord have lost their golden crop. The remaining stubble waits to be ploughed back into the earth. No longer is it burned to sear the land leaving black scars of sooty residue to be blown about by the wind.
Dandelion seeds float on air like a mass invasion of parachutist looking for new fertile lands to c...
Thursday 29th March 2012 9:14 am
Also by John A Silkstone:Gainsborough's Old Hall | INSIDIOUS HUNTER | DEJECTED | RHYTHMIC MOVEMENT | THE MOTHER | GRANDMA’S WAR | SAM SMALL OF MONOLOGUE FAME | WALLACE ON DEATH ROW | THE DRAGON LIVES ON | About me |
She said she loved me
and I waited around,
counting years and our children,
blowing kisses at pretty girls,
or anyone who walked by my door.
in that foreign country
I found it hard to write.
I used to dance
in the imagination of others back then,
used to love my little women.
I'd drink them in at 3am
with sea salt and lime.
They'd never know what happened
Thursday 29th March 2012 7:53 am
He surmised it had been done
by a couple of teenagers
with a lit rag, although it was still
purely conjecture on his part
at this point.
Unfortunately for him, what was
evident was that his blue recycling-
bin had been full, so he had put the rest
of the newspapers and magazines
in the main one.
The flame caught, and the full thing
Thursday 29th March 2012 1:15 am
If we could imagine the love of one who loves men purely for their own sake, and not because of any need or desire of his own, purely desires their good, and yet loves them wholly, not for what at this moment they are, but for what he knows he can make of them because he made them, then we should have in our minds some true image of the love of the Father and Creator of mankind.
O. C. Quick...
Thursday 29th March 2012 12:31 am
Most of us find life difficult to avoid, in a way that I find quite curious Choosing the right path to follow at speed, makes some us quite furious The answers aren't easy, but O-U-S might just be a key It ain't the answer to life and everything - say “that's 42!” - I might agree Well, life has its’ ups and downs, it's fluid, we can hardl...
Wednesday 28th March 2012 7:03 pm
Also by David Lindsay:Two Suns |
The barren whitewashed walls won’t talk
in the absence of graffiti;
no scripture scrawled in paint or chalk,
no importunate entreaty
saying meet me at The Nail Bar
on Saturday at half past two –
we’ll promenade the boulevard
like the gentle people do.
I’d write messages on buses
with my fingers in the dust
or the carts collecting rubbish...
Wednesday 28th March 2012 4:58 pm
It’s born out of being
Crushed by decisions that
It’s a disease of desperation,
It’s an act of me
That I knew nothing of,
I am it,
Innocent until collared,
Guilty as sin.
Every other day,
I buy one
And take one free,
Wednesday 28th March 2012 3:51 pm
Also by mike watts:Once again | Honestly | Only the good | Venus |
In the land of Scroodleflump, nothing works how you think.
Gruddles live in bongalodes, grass is the brightest pink.
Gruddles are slith and lanky, covered in purple fur,
Their bongalodes wood-built, when they’re sad they purr.
Mr. and Mrs. Gruddle are most stranculiar.
They scrunge and gruff about, their sproglet is Tulia.
Tulia has a stropple in the muddle o...
Wednesday 28th March 2012 3:13 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:The Glopsnork | Strange Ailments | Mothering Sunday Mk III | Mothering Sunday | Distant Friends |
Seventeen, he saunters into the gents,
traces of a mate’s joke on his lips.
The two skulking men leer over shoulders
to appraise the boy’s threat.
as if pacifying a pair of dangerous dogs,
he selects the furthest urinal.
But they see the fumbled flies,
smell his sweat
hear his tachycardia and
Wednesday 28th March 2012 1:24 pm
Also by fiona sinclair:The Room (revised) | ladies who lunch |
A little bit confused was beautiful Spring,
She had to choose for life a bridegroom.
Who would give her a wedding ring?
Three suitors wanted to be her happy and bloom.
March, April and May vied with each other.
About their great love they quietly talked.
April was for Spring like a brother,
With March she just often liked to walk.
Timid March g...
Wednesday 28th March 2012 11:58 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:The Formula of Love? | With Love Only | Fly Has Sat On The Sweetest Jam (nonsense comp) | In A January Morning (nonsense comp) | Cat Is Also A Chick (nonsense comp) | Smart Little Johnny (competition) | Once Upon A Time.... | March |
In a corner of the yard
against moss-lined red brick
straddling the mattress' width
I peep through
I witness nothing
yet catch sight of a figure
down the ginnel
striding with intent
over centuries old co...
Tuesday 27th March 2012 10:15 pm
When one night I dreamt’ I was sleeping
My eyes shut, my heart barely beating.
I lay, and lay reclined and reposed,
In depths nocturnal. In sleep, I supposed!
Then on and on, I lay again
Waiting for the dawns refrain.
Till it struck me through my calm
I had missed my stark alarm!
But on I lay, as one with my bed,
And dreamt’ I slept.
Or was I dead?
Tuesday 27th March 2012 12:01 pm
Also by Peter Asher:Poem for childern | Meles Meles | Found Poem |
Obsession once derived from love
love forbidden, not given
Failed release of endorphins, please be my drug My morphine
DisAmbiguity! Confusion, Love me and make love to me.
An ambiguous form of possessiveness,
When distance prevails, fondness created,
Love and fondness mating, intercourse of words and feelings
Distance makes the heart grow fonder
Tuesday 27th March 2012 11:47 am
the pen had joy to bring
in seven year fingers.
Each word a smile brought forward
the broadest of futures.
Light shone through
gaps in the beat of the rhythm
but it never mattered
because I was writing.
The world was enormous.
Space opened up in large doses
and everything meant more than just form.
Come back through the...
Tuesday 27th March 2012 8:57 am
Also by Kealan Coady:25 Million Seahorses Killed For The Greater Good | Gallile | The Quiet Conveyer Belt | They The System | Raft | Future Smut For Cardboard People | Like A Child In A Bath Of Knives | A Priest For Our Time. | Thank Fuck | 12 The Research Institute Of Radical Genetics | Radio Warning | 11 The Imaginator | Cute Slum Chick Jelly | 10 Anti Demagogy | 9 Lov |
Monday 26th March 2012 6:16 pm
Captain of the Rant vs. Hair Explosion's new EP, 'Nudges, Whispers and Threats' now available for free download!
Just a quick update. Captain of the Rant and Hair Explosion have finally finished off their latest EP, 'Nudges, Whispers and Threats', and now it's available for free download from here.
Our last EP, 'No Copyright Necessary', was called a "beautiful and resonant work" by Big Wheel Magazine, and it got great responses elsewhere.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy our latest instal...
Monday 26th March 2012 5:03 pm
A scraped-thin, tinnitating voice tweets out – a mouse
squeak that, straining, I can barely quite recognise:
it’s Jim’s sister, Linda. (He’s just called at my house
to drop some grass off and – this comes as no surprise –
no sooner has he stumbled, wasted through my door
than his mobile phone’s rung shrilly, interrupting
our talk.) Eyebrows rising he bows, stares ...
Monday 26th March 2012 1:29 pm
Also by Richie Muster:Chop Chop, Or The Plural Of 'Axis'? | Post Mortem: You've Not Been Out For Days | Post Mortem: A Life Without Her | The Persistence Of Memory |
Bring me someone new fast
Bring me someone who is fast
and maybe together we can fall
through these sleepless nights
like stars that burn out,
we will slip awkward, as we dip
fluttering like ash
we will darken the summer sky
filling it with heavy grays and whites
We will become a flash of tumbling embers,
just built to spi...
Monday 26th March 2012 12:13 am
Also by BT:Chrysalis | Krilian Photography | Vertigo # 2 | Vertigo #1 | Don't Forget | These Days | Fire | Postcard Perfect | Green Grass | It Rhymes |
Great poetry and acoustic music night-
This Tuesday Night 27th March- doors open 8pm!
22a Liscard Crescent
Wallasey- The Wirral
CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)
Check us out in the gig guide...
Our Guest Poet
WOL's very own Yorkshire Bard! 'John Coopey'
John's poetry is; Metrical, no...
Sunday 25th March 2012 6:18 pm
Also by Chris Co:Wirral Ode Show open mic poetry night. |
When the wind of the wivering woggeldy woo
came prowling the village of Kamchatkaroo,
it wiggled and sniggled and squeezed its way through,
and the whispers it glummoxed were steely and blue,
in the silve of the salvering sun,
by the silve of the salvering sun.
It ricked and it rocked and it renneled around,
the houses all filled with inquantible sound,
as it cunningly r...
Sunday 25th March 2012 4:22 pm
Also by Jim Stewart-Evans:Haven't you got one of those? |
There must be a death
if there is to be a resurrection;
The demise of something
in part or the whole of:
that portion of one's being...
Only then shall we see
with eyes new as morning's first light.
Only then shall we have
allow ourselves to take the first steps
laden with amnesia
of the former, forgotten self.
Come and cease...
Sunday 25th March 2012 9:20 am
Sunday 25th March 2012 3:01 am
Also by Dave Dunn:When I Wake... | Inseparably | The Velvet Covers | Disparate Friends |
This is the poem
you want to hear
not the one you need.
A brittle stone
to break an ear
where rhyme counts not as greed.
This is a poem
just like the last
with nothing true to give
but rhyming clones
of lines to grasp
an illusion for you to live.
For all my time this poem has broken
every part of me
and i have nothing left to s...
Saturday 24th March 2012 4:26 pm
How quietly you breathe,
The gentle rising of your breast.
The insistent urging of desire
In her peaceful bay.
Are absolutely still.
Wide continents of cloud
Have hidden the moon.
Friday 23rd March 2012 9:35 pm
The Disappearance of John J. Dyer
(another try at this one)
Mr Dyer, in rainbow shorts, plump
and pink under a palm tree, smiles
as he pats Miss Burtenshaw’s rump,
golden grains of sand on the beach
flowing through his open fingers.
Soft over rooftops a lullaby’s heard
as Dyer dreams of the one-armed bandit
in the back bar of his favourit...
Friday 23rd March 2012 7:08 pm
Also by Nick Coleman:One Night Stand | The Heron | Re-written Red-eyed Steer |
I am pressured....
Their is so much pressure on me to perform
pressure on me to be glamorous
pressure to be the best
so much pressure that i just cant rest.
My head is spinning, my feet suspended so high off the ground
I cant take this no more!
I just wana run to a dark silent place, a place of no familiar surroundings
a haven were i can exhale and my heart can r...
Friday 23rd March 2012 9:50 am