Poetry Blogs (May 2012)
An acronym for this, an acronym for that.
RTA, road traffic accident, metal meat grinder
crushing pulping raw red flesh.
Watch the skies and blink twice, was that a UFO?
See the little green men loop their unidentified flying object,
of course you imagined it.
You should feel safe protected by NATO
from the enemy whoever he is.
Yet there i...
Thursday 31st May 2012 11:28 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:GOTHIC STORM | EXILE | My Blade, My Life (by Mel) read live by me at scribble fest oldham 24/5/12 | Sunny 8 | THE OLD MILL | His Latest Flame/Fugitive | MISSILE LAUNCH | Warhearts | FORGOTTEN PROMISES | FREEDOM | MISTY WATERS | OUT/IN series of mad poems 2001 | Araboth | FIRE | Natalie. San Carlos Water and free download link | MAN-MADE MECHANIZATIONS | Natalie. Roberto | BURIED ALIVE |
Posts To The Wire
Ropes and chains flutter
And bars bend
In the breeze of imagination.
And water rises with you.
You breathe constancy
And the earth
Revolves beneath you.
You break the bread
And the earth is replete.
You. Forever out of reach
Are grasped by the snares of desire.
Tethered to thoughts
Thursday 31st May 2012 6:56 pm
Also by Peter Asher:A short poem for a girl who lived for only 50 minutes |
Dear valued visitor...
So glad to see you here,
The warmest of warm welcomes
In this very special year -
When we celebrate a diamond Queen
Upon an ancient throne,
While Olympic gems will have a sheen
With royalty of their own.
Our land is proudly on parade,
Its capital playing host,
With traditions that will never fade
(Though it's not our...
Thursday 31st May 2012 6:21 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:GEORGE LLOYD - composer | UNTIL I SAW YOUR FACE - song | WHEN YOU WALKED INTO MY LIFE | UNTIL I SAW YOUR FACE - a love song lyric |
(with acknowledgements to Bob Dylan)
Hey, Mr Gabardine Man
Give a flash for me
I’m not prudish so let’s see what God’s bestowing you.
And hey, Mr Gabardine Man
Give a flash for me
Don’t hide your dingle-dangle organ
They’re not following you.
Outside the Barnsley Empire
So proudly you would stand
With your chopper in your hand
Thursday 31st May 2012 1:49 pm
Also by John Coopey:The Cart Belongs to Paddy | The Three Hulats | Tanaburs | Fergie, Fergie | Together |
It stands the ground
Rock aligned to castle
Monstrous figure of a rise
Bell legends of fog and mist lovers
What was there?
Is it an uncertain faith?
Go to sleep
What no speech
Form lady grey, no green with evil eyes
Done and be done
She sits face to face
Sits on the company
Blade raised in vivid
She burns the w...
Thursday 31st May 2012 11:49 am
Also by mark littler:Time slip | Awake Liar Awake | Zennor Morning | He died in the Ark | helen is finally faceless | journey back | How the day is painted | Interior of an easy sitter | all things | after creation | A girl of the same expression | Catharina |
Thursday 31st May 2012 10:29 am
...you change the world
when casting a shadow;
to change it meaningfully
you need to move
from out of the shadows.
everything has a purpose;
everything has a state.
it's purpose is to exist;
to be formed
or change of purpose.
without a purpose
'it' ceases to exsist,
and becomes something else.
the new purpose....
Thursday 31st May 2012 12:10 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:7000th comment wins | You do not hear my voice. | The Gaoler's daughter | A Lady's dismissal |
Written coming into Stourbridge Junction 29th May 2012
Passengers must not cross the line
An epitaph for a lingering death of times occasionally sublime,
Travellers lovers and would be friends
Attempting to wander over fertile ground
Once so profound
Passengers must not cross the line.
By car, by train, by plain, by boat, adventurers in love.
Wednesday 30th May 2012 9:50 pm
I hate missing you,
missing in general,
once I missed a man.
Hazardous urges to ask
to a blonde set of pigtails.
Then there was you and
opportunities to miss
were frequent and vast.
Left to my youthful devises
Monster Miss, ate my soul with
gnarly green stained teeth.
Years pass, and missing
ties with lo...
Wednesday 30th May 2012 9:40 pm
Also by Johanna LaVon:Two Queens, A liar, and the Fly | Call me up |
.......With my portrait of an image.
Derb calms it,
and while blocking all.
Derb claims it.
Wednesday 30th May 2012 2:00 pm
On the sixth day
I lost my.
Not in a ha ha way
not the good kind,
the crushed pink units
of powder seemed to
want me to leave
I thought no sleep would
make a writer
out of me
out of death
the world had an ending
I could not figure
and left me
shivering in the dark.
Wednesday 30th May 2012 1:04 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Among Bone | Neverless | N |
On the photo in the newspaper -
The soldiers, standing arm in arm,
The heroes of the World War II,
With smiles on faces and charm.
The photo was taken before a battle,
Before the guns began to rattle.
The sky was blue,
The grass was green,
The friends were true
The truest you have ever seen.
No one knows their names,
No one knows who...
Tuesday 29th May 2012 11:27 pm
The tree outside my window has got
its leaves back, obliterating my view
of the road. Big and plentiful and green,
their re-emergence means that now I
just have to suffer the noise of the mutant-
army that gathers and quarrels restlessly
with itself, before threatening to
smash-up the car belonging to the
Lithuanians who live somewhere to
the left of th...
Tuesday 29th May 2012 9:11 pm
Well hello there,
It has been a long old while since I last posted and lots has happened since my last post. I have a new job and am now officially a commuter which is inspiring a large amount of material as you can imagine. I have also had one or two tragic events happen which leads me to my latest entry.
At the beginning of this month my Grandfather passed away after losing a long f...
Tuesday 29th May 2012 8:15 pm
“I don’t think I need any of you”
They sit in the circle – each part with arms folded,
creased in. Cautious to the centre of the light -
behind them, their secrets close in sharp black.
By being together, a self absorbs the room –
moving in and out, like a breath finding sleep.
She speaks first, the one with the dumpli...
Tuesday 29th May 2012 2:08 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:The Gaze | Pure | Drift Kindly | War Quiet |
Contents of War
War, is a strange parody of life,
You live it as a soldier;
Beckoned by power be you brave
Or a coward,
It is much fought over this,
This human debacle that
Never goes away to tired
Quarters of history,
Much fought over by
Pacifist and Politician alike,
Always a bar...
Monday 28th May 2012 7:54 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:The Reality of What It Really Is | One 2 One | A Declaration of Truth | Saying Earth | A Yard Away | The Haunted Future | Porcelain |
Sex. Done it. A few times shorter than a moments passed. Come Quick. Newsflash! This just in...soon to be old news. Start practicing stamina, duration, length, self control and persistence. Sexual Human Beings. We are so sexual in every way. Try and stay away. Too tempting. Too hot. Too arousing. Too wet. Too slippery. Too dangerous. Butt, If it's with "the one" it'll be Too kool, Far out, groo...
Monday 28th May 2012 4:50 pm
Also by MNtality:Duties | We Miss You |
The tool that put his hand
Up my missus’ skirt
Got put on his arse
Not by me
Raised with six older
She demolished him
With one punch
I’d nipped to the bar
For a refill
And was gone maybe
When I returned
The prick was on his back
And a bit of
A crowd had gathered
Monday 28th May 2012 4:03 pm
Also by mike watts:86 Orion | Goldie | Sketching and Zeppelins | Repeat performance | Bring me sunshine | Cold case |
(someone once bet me I couldn`t do a `Woman`s Own` poem)
(who couldn`t !)
Will you, Mary, when I ask,
Put that magazine away,
And Tommy, have you done the task
The teacher gave you yesterday?
And, Peter, where`s that jar of ants
You said were for biology?
Keep them out of Tommy`s pants
Or else you`re going to hear from me.
Monday 28th May 2012 2:50 pm
'performance' - maybe, 'poetry' - not. Audio inspired by the Eurovision Song Contest and a few pints, with music by 3-fingered George.
I'm sitting on a tractor seat
loading bales of straw,
with spool-valves at my fingertips,
dusty eyes rubbed raw.
There's seven hundred more to cart
but thunder's in the air;
and many hours work ahead
before the field is ...
Sunday 27th May 2012 8:47 pm
Scrubbing the ball
furiously on his flannels
A little sweat off the brow
onto the hand
onto the ball
Four men up close
A scowl at the batsman
Hawke goes forward
and he’s caught
Cowdrey swooped at it
Up went Trueman
Up went the crowd
Stood to him
And as Hawke wal...
Sunday 27th May 2012 1:57 pm
I have found another one of my poems "A Mime Rhyme" on at least 3 websites that does not give me credit.
I am so frustrated. Can't people make up thier own rhymes without using mine? I am a litte flattered that this particular poem is so popular. But come on it's cute but not that great.
This makes me want to stop putting my poems on the web. I got so frustrated that I posted this poem ...
Sunday 27th May 2012 1:28 am
Also by Shirley Smothers:A Mime Rhyme | The Darkness | A Nicked Poem | Non Traditional Haiku about my Poem | Haiku about a Stolen Poem | Someone has stolen my poem |
Struggles today with thought,
Perception is a looking glass,
merely seeing albeit, believing.
Life changes me,
trying to morph into such changes.
Adapt - transform - become - actualize.
Soul screaming before my eyes.
Accept me as I am,
Saturday 26th May 2012 11:09 pm
Also by Gina Bullard:Grieving My Father |
Tonight you are spare - on the threshold
of being old and new. Two walls
stripped bare, blue paper giving way
to yellow paint beneath.
The room’s split in half. Where I’ve been
too heavy with the scraper I hit concrete,
gouge it, leave it dull, grey. Tonight,
in the electric light, it glisters, winks
becomes a map of continents surrounded
by a yellow sea. Somewhere acro...
Saturday 26th May 2012 4:19 pm
Also by Abegail Morley:Circumnavigate |
Nuclear Cradle Song
Bye, baby, bye
Cry, baby, cry
You cry so do I.
My tears have all run dry.
So cry, baby, cry
Cry, baby, cry
Bye, baby, bye
No use in asking why
Our dreams fell from the sky.
So cry, baby, cry, baby, cry.
Bye, baby, bye
Cry, baby, cry
No one to hear you cry.
No one to hear us try.
Oh, cry, baby, cry,...
Saturday 26th May 2012 12:50 am
Also by Yvonne Brunton:Kitchen - Made | House Hunting |
As a child life was sweet friends playing footy in the street,
Holidays to far off places, Ice cream, rock and candy laces,
See the waves come racing in crashing over sandcastles, splattering,
Get yourselves dried are you too tired for Donkey trekking along the shoreline,
I remember days like this when girls would blush and steal a kiss,
In front of mates this isn't do...
Friday 25th May 2012 6:49 pm
Friday 25th May 2012 10:40 am
Wensleydale, Swaledale and Nidderdale,dwell
Up in the North under mountain and fell
While Wharfedale and Airedale settle, more southern
Than the bleak bare uplands of remoter cousins.
Here, cottongrass, deergrass, heath-rush and sedge
Bow fuzzy heads by the chill water's edge
As tadpole, natterjack, newt, toad and frog
Swim, squirm and slither in the soft sphag...
Friday 25th May 2012 9:03 am
Also by C Richard Miles:Bowers Row Second-hand Memories | Mayday Mourning |
I carry a music inside me –
It is a quiet wind that shows me
where I am.
Thursday 24th May 2012 11:37 pm
Remember these times
He urged me earnestly
Does he know that
I lived a dream in one afternoon?
Everything I ever desired
And hoped for came together
In one climatic peace
The empty bottles stand proud
Brimming with translucent love
Wisps of heavenly smoke
dance and tease the air
that surrounds us
Unable to write
Thursday 24th May 2012 7:36 pm
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Extra Hot, Extra Wet, Extra Shot | First Night | Echo (aka In response to the infamous You Tube performance) | Popping the loveberry |
Once, a young fresher was reading the rules, and was
more than perplexed at the place where they state:
"All undergraduates, if they are Anglicans,
must be in chapel each Sunday at eight."
Racking his brains, he began a small rumour that
spread through the town on the weekdays that followed; he
was not an Anglican, nor Nonconformist; his
faith and reli...
Thursday 24th May 2012 1:40 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:Fury said to a fish |
In a world full of clumsy-coloured periscopic petals,
we floated macaroons inside
She drank her bubbled wine through a flock of flower stems,
drew spoofs of Dodgson’s arty facts
on spines of
Thursday 24th May 2012 11:51 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Prism in Shade |
Do you ever wake up thinking why am I here,
Those seconds of doubt with that tingle of fear,
That realisation that for all that your worth,
You’re simply a drain on this wondrous earth.
A wasp you might say has no purpose at all,
Annoying and stripy, pathetically small,
But always our reasons and rationings fail,
For life like the wasp ha...
Wednesday 23rd May 2012 12:20 pm
An’ when dem mark
dis special relationship
an’ when dem march
as if all Englan’ cliffs
beneath a feet
mek a sky dark hot
mek a sun down burst
mek a moon drink deep
off a sea
an’ let it drown up
Wednesday 23rd May 2012 8:02 am
photo credit: Bill Cottman
Until It Sounds Like Jazz
Nihilism compromises jazz
Bloodstream and fault lines
Trap us in layers of inherited attitudes
And ancient expectations
Dynasties of dubious repute
Align with catastrophe
And the struggles of oppressed peoples
The rapping of the Earth
And too many beautiful blunders to count
My life is pr...
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 6:39 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Is This Love (Revised) |
On the day of the royal wedding (29th April 2011) and on the day before, the police arrested dozens of people pre-emptively. People who had not committed any crimes were arrested, often handcuffed, and detained in police cells. – News Report
I’d like to race in the ‘Lympics
But I’m guessing I must stay put
Because I’m in a wheelchair -
I have no athlete’s foot
I’d like to jump in ...
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 4:06 pm
Also by STEVE RUDD:Patience | Invisible Mending |
The first time I saw you I thought oh shit,
What have I done, which way is the exit?
You never mentioned your grey streaked beard,
Although I was prepared for plain weird.
But while eccentric is to be expected,
It’s unusual to be GT85 scented,
Poker faced, surly and lycra encased
Oh heaven help me escape here post haste.
But I’m polite, a goody two shoes,
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 11:44 am
Two ladies, late eighties: one flicking
the pages of Majesty magazine
to pass the time, but still a believer;
the other preparing to sail down
the Thames in a royal barge.
Yachts, palaces, castles, state visits,
breakfast cereal in Tupperware cartons.
Happy holidays in the Isles of Scilly,
bereavement, confusion, incontinence.
One paid her care home fees by se...
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 9:26 am
.... Our body language speaks many words,
for it cries out,
but not be heard ...
'Love' is strong and true with in,
emotions are real and fresh from sin!
We live each day in our own way,
we strive to succeed come what may ...
Our human nature is wild and true,
our mind rules over what we do ...
Do we know what lies ahead,
for life's a mystery it has ...
Sunday 20th May 2012 4:54 pm
Also by Lesley Whittaker:.... 'HER GRADUATION' .... |
Great poetry and acoustic music
This Tuesday - 22nd May- 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
'Wols own, Best of Manchester poet 'Laura Taylor'
Laura's poetry pulls no punches, hard hitting...
Sunday 20th May 2012 4:17 pm
Also by Chris Co:Wirral Ode Show Open mic & poetry filming. | Right Thinking |
So...What is it today ?
Will you accept me or reject me?
Nobody truly wants me for the form of existence that I am
I know I am not perfect
I have feelings
How does one live without these things?
Is it wrong for me to want what I cannot have?
I am only human
I am probably so human that I allow my own vulnerabilities transform me into an abomination...
Sunday 20th May 2012 4:11 am
Friday 18th May 2012 6:05 am
Also by vincent berquez:Coram Fields, 2012 |
Open Mic Event
I am pleased to announce that Ashton Library will be host to the Manchester launch of the Robin Hood Book, a poetry anthology alongside the Robin Hood Campaign analysing, celebrating and discussing various social issues of importance.
There will be readings from Ushiku ...
Tuesday 15th May 2012 1:34 pm
Also by Ushiku Crisafulli:10 Day Countdown/Robin Hood Anthology Manchester Launch |
None of the class could put their uniform
on in under a minute, fit their gas masks
and speak in a BBC accent. Two ran off
to explore World War Two but got lost
in the Blitz. Boys cooed at machine gun
nests and gagged at the taste of canned beef,
mistaking it for mustard gas. Everyone
laughed at the tour guide's rendition
of "Oh! It'...
Monday 14th May 2012 7:58 pm
Despair creeps through
A scream is trapped
In my throat,
Why did you have to go?
My heart swarms with regret,
For all the things I should have done,
And never said.
My head spins, relentlessly,
With memories of you and me, ,
You , always giving..
Did I ever thank you?
Express how much you ...
Sunday 13th May 2012 3:41 pm
Also by Lucy:The Recovery of Faith | Cupid's spindle | To My Love... |
I was at St. Mary's, attending the hymns and prayers,
My friend, now gone. The first funeral I've ever attended,
The readings, Lazarus' rise and the promise made,
"I am the resurrection and the life,
The one who believes in me will live,
even though they die;
and whoever lives by believing in me will never die.
Do you believe this?”
Sunday 13th May 2012 9:05 am
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:The Night | Thoughts for a funeral | The Station | Through the window |
Warning - political rant - inspired in part by Chris Co's poem, Right Thinking - just my view of course!
I don’t think much of the Conservative press,
I think they are responsible, more or less
For indoctrinating normal working folk
Into wearing their tallest and saddest joke
That voting Tory is the way to go,
When workers’ foe is Cameron and co.
Saturday 12th May 2012 12:09 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:Forgotten Hero | Suspicion |
VII Libera me A Prayer
Let me drop a pebble to that surface
and watch its ripples run out perfect
and see a fish rising from the depths,
a pebble cast by water into sky,
and thos two rings meeting, interfering,
intermingling, intersecting but still perfect,
each still unbroken in its way:
A criss-cross message of place and time.
Believe. We ...
Saturday 12th May 2012 9:33 am
Also by Mike Smith:Ullswater Requiem (6) | Ullswater Requiem (5) | Ullswater Requiem (4) | Ullswater Requiem (3) | Ullswater Requiem (2) | Ullswater Requiem (1) |