Poetry Blogs (Jun 2012)
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A Bedroom to go.
A Bedroom to Go.......
I rest my tired bones on the posturepedic pavement, although not quite designed for the human frame, my already aching body moulds itself to the none contours as if laid out prematurely on a mortuary slab.
The cardboard box and flimsy lining of the sleeping bag act as a mattress topper and if only for minute offer me a brief escape into slumber.
I awake numb ...
Saturday 30th June 2012 10:58 pm
Nightly Events
Nightly EventsI'm used to sleeping alone at night in my bed. No one there.
I'm used to being unloved and unwanted at night, feeling the touch of a bullet.
I'm used to being forlorn and forsaken, dead inside during dark hours. Inside and out. I'm used to having no lover to get wet and sweaty with, damn hot eroticism. Not in my bed or life.
I'm used to having no one hold m...
Saturday 30th June 2012 12:47 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:
Berlin Tokyo War Hearts live poem set@isis levenshulme | ATOP NELSON’S COLUMN | Hold Rock | HOME | FIGHTER PILOT | HEIGHT (wrote at Hay Festival, Wales 10/06/2012) | CHAFF | Sky Wheel | LANDSCAPE OF TEARS | poem tatoo whatever... | WOULD YOU TRUST A COMPUTER? | WOULD YOU TRUST A COMPUTER? | So Far From Home | TO THE SUN | VIEW FROM THE MOUNTAIN |Everything Is Not Going To Be Okay
I am not asleep.
Just past half five a.m. I am less than gravetized.
Little white dust, a lust for pure thought, an edge or
some disfigurement. An absolute poem
that will make a freak of time and jazz
is the protagonist aware of the power it holds
on these insane moments
of sniffed muse and
skin dropped silver bombs.
Because sometimes I am that child ag...
Saturday 30th June 2012 11:09 am
Also by Kealan Coady:
Three Cruel Penguin Scenarios | Pink | Dark Is Control | The Sleek Reprisals of Organised Wheelchair Gangs | Pianos Laugh For Dead Elephants | Green | Blue | The Kidnap Subliminals | Haik | Calm Fire Dream | Glum Pooch | Love The Cage | Easy as. |Artspeak
It's not poetry but I thought you might like to know what I've been up to for the last few months...
Since September 3 Bolton schools and 1 from Wigan have been participating in Artspeak, an exciting combined arts project inspired by my novel ‘Holly the Freak’. In addition to enriching the literacy curriculum in these schools the project has empowered young people, developed their ta...
Friday 29th June 2012 8:30 pm
SIN AGAINST THE SPIRIT?
(a previous post, excised revised and hybridised)
Turning
I endured
Her desolate, enormous helplessness
With such a fierce compulsion that it seemed
My very heart must claw out from my breast
And leap the space between us…
But, summoning
A strength from some cold fathom of the will,
Turned back again.
…………………….
And her eyes wen...
Friday 29th June 2012 1:58 pm
Beyond the limit
Friday 29th June 2012 11:09 am
OpenMind Accepted for O2 Think Bigger Funding
YES! YES! YES!
We got in O2 Think Bigger!
Special thanks to Richard Hawkins of the Autistic Organisation and Sally Carr of Lesbian and Gay Youth Manchester for supporting our application.
With this funding OpenMind will finally be able to roll out our premium video service that's been put on standby for the moment, and also we plan to hold a free to attend open air event in Manchester.
Thursday 28th June 2012 3:22 pm
Also by OpenMind:
OpenMind 2nd Anniversary/Birthday Special |OpenMind Accepted for O2 Think Bigger Funding
YES! YES! YES!
We got in O2 Think Bigger!
Special thanks to Richard Hawkins of the Autistic Organisation and Sally Carr of Lesbian and Gay Youth Manchester for supporting our application.
With this funding OpenMind will finally be able to roll out our premium video service that's been put on standby for the moment, and also we plan to hold a free to attend open air event in Manchester.
Thursday 28th June 2012 3:21 pm
Also by IndigoAngelUshiku:
OpenMind 2nd Anniversary/Birthday Special |The Naked Jogger
Reliable camera
For sale.
Excellent condition
Careful owner.
Used once
Costa Coffee.
Positioned outside
Ladies loo.
Not guilty
Offensive action.
Finger slipped
Human error.
Negative result
I flashed.
Dazzled focus
Automatic rewind.
Strap tightened
Hidden away.
Alleged crime
Fled scene.
Handed form
Railway statio...
Thursday 28th June 2012 3:16 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
The Bolton Flasher | In Intensive Care At Planet Hospital |DIDN'T YOU EVER SEE THINGS THIS WAY, WOODY?
Woody Guthrie's birth centenary is almost upon us (July 14) and it's time to deal with some uneasy feelings America's favourite folk song has always stirred in me. As a spoken piece my take on This Land Is Your Land ends with a change of tone and pace in the last line, which looks a bit flat on the page, working best in performance - when it can be followed by singing (reflectively rather than ...
Thursday 28th June 2012 2:21 pm
Hallgrímskirkja
Thursday 28th June 2012 11:55 am
Also by Marianne Daniels:
Tree Hollow | The Vague Day |Grody Hurlothrumbo
(I've never written a poem of this type before. I feel this a feeble attempt. Its audience is children. It came out of a workshop I attended. Your comments, impovements and criticisms would be more than appreciated)
Grody Hurlothrumbo
Grody Hurlothrumbo,
blobber lipped and yellowed,
stomps into my bedroom at night.
Repulsive and repugnant,
she scares me in fr...
Thursday 28th June 2012 8:49 am
Charente-Maritime
(An old post mais nous sommes ici encore)
I wish I was in St Palais
Where shards of sunlight teem
In the cool Atlantic breeze of
Charente-Maritime;
Where the black kites fly
In a cloudless sky
Like a sultry, Gallic dream,
Where fishermen’s sheds
Tend the oyster beds
In Charente-Maritime.
I wish I was in La Palmyre
By ...
Wednesday 27th June 2012 7:39 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Research | Arthur ap Uther - The Battle of Lugg Vale | Dedicated Follower of Thrashing | avant garde verse |Warm icing
Words you ever say
stir my listening depths.
Adding pinches of ecstasy
I breathe them out from my love
reshaped delicacies
for your unreeling consumption
sultrily winding in and out
taking each in turn
to be slowly,soulfully digested.
Wednesday 27th June 2012 1:10 pm
The Communications Trilogy Pt:1 Television
Hi everybody
So I have written a trilogy of poems based on the subject of communication. I have rather inventively decided to call them The Communications Trilogy.
The first on the Trilogy is Television, whilst I am someone who is generally pessimistic about the media and government and don't really believe a word of what we are told, I do suffer from a subconscious paranoia. Beaten i...
Wednesday 27th June 2012 1:06 pm
2012 And All That
Need I be obliged to suffer that ditch,
that rancorous spoil, suppurating sump,
cankerous London? Some oiled exec’s pitch
lumps this bilge on our T.V. screens – a dump
of slack, hoaky, lacklustre Olympic
filler if ever - and I’m meant to care?
(On that score, re: ‘The Smoke’ – I’m in the sticks
here, glad hundreds of relieved miles from there!)
It’s...
Wednesday 27th June 2012 12:00 pm
Also by Richie Muster:
FIRST THOUGHTS (ON READING THE TV LISTINGS FOR 23.6.12) | Sertraline | Cockpit Check | Open Letter To Stephen Fry | All In Good Time | A Compilation Of Words | The Far, Silent Reaches |I need to love you...
I need to love you...
Imagining love, I was spring on your skin,
when the folds of dawn dressed with honey
devoured my body again and again
my desire flourishing breathless only imagining you
Wishing to live in your lips, a wave of pleasure
I desire to lose myself in your fire
and baring your kisses
in the impenetrable silence of your feelings
...
Wednesday 27th June 2012 2:35 am
Also by Noris Roberts:
Chained orgasms are biting my lips |Train Tracks
Train Tracks
Does his reach exceed his grasp?
Or her grasp exceed her reach?
Are the meams presented daily –
Stopping Each, their choice?
Should it matter?
Choices!
Like restrictions of marbles
Placed bluntly, ...
Wednesday 27th June 2012 1:54 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Ashen Tears of Pain | Acceptance is Madness | Ode to The Fisher King |Slow down you drive to fast
Slow down you drive to fast
Dave from Darwen was racing down the M65,
Going soo fast and lucky to be alive.
He was pulled over by a cop who was ready for his break,
Hankering for his coffee and a piece of carrot cake.
"Hope you've got a good excuse for going so fast,
I looked at my speedo and was truly aghast."
"Well,years ago my wife ran away with a cop,
T...
Tuesday 26th June 2012 8:21 pm
Also by hugh:
"White"said Fred | One!Two !Three!Four! | Skinny dipping | What does she look like? | Heath's teeth | A flat joke | The tears of Diana | Welsh is best. | Women can't half talk | A visit to the optician | Female brain triumphs | Confessions of a husband and wife | Hand picked | Alcholic Frolic |Took Ten Steps
This is a poem that was written by an old friend of mine called Paul Nunn who I have a long music association with. He heard some of my performance poetry and asked if I would record this one. It is my pleasure to have done so.
Tuesday 26th June 2012 7:01 pm
Also by Pete Fisher:
The Turmoil of my Sin | Breathe in the Dust |EVERYWHERE THE MURMUR OF DEPARTURE
Everywhere the murmur of departure, seeking a new fortune.
I go where Eternity becomes the verdant field of Space.
I'm a pilgrim through the path of the time, under the rain,
I walk, the naked feet on a path of thorns.
I want to be a man who goes with the sword of Justice,
Against the thunder of tyranies, and the flood of corruption.
Everywhere the murmur of...
Monday 25th June 2012 8:14 pm
my head an accident waiting to happen
Monday 25th June 2012 7:33 pm
Also by Steven Dark:
All grotesque about the earth | yellow about the land |A Sporting Heart
A SPORTING HEART Feet bite down And all around, the roar. Expectations are high Hands reaching for the sky. And yet my heart is still. Feet pounding, resounding Each step a moment in time. A memory begun Beneath the starting gun. And yet my heart is still. Competition is tough Will he have enough. Or will the devil of defeat Be-still his aching feet. And yet my h...
Monday 25th June 2012 12:54 am
Also by Darren Scanlon:
Alphabet Soup | Sweet Is The Word | Potions & Pills | The Greenwood | A Mouses Tale | Twilight Delivery | Big Ben |ThePoetry Spoke June- Open mic - David Subacchi & Jennifer Smith
'ThePoetry Spoke'
Great poetry and acoustic music
This Tuesday - 26th June- doors open 8pm
La Gondola
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
'David Subacchi'
David's poetry was born in Aberystwyth into a family with strong Italian root...
Sunday 24th June 2012 7:17 pm
Also by Chris Co:
Wirral Ode Show Open Mic June- a chance at publication! | Secret |Tree
I wonder if the elders look
For patterns in this bubbling brook.
The swirls of life and repetitions,
Destroying the greatest of ambitions.
Sunday 24th June 2012 4:34 pm
The Hate Destroying You
Doe-eyed woodland artistry glows
oh, how you hide your face away
I give and give to you
investment in a broken thing
once-grateful hands grab more and more
There is a sickness of mind
a blackness and a spoilt heart
where blame is always searching
and mirrors cannot exist
once-blooming thoughts crush more and more
Pushing on the posts that held you up
you’ve pushed too hard this final time
the string of res...
Sunday 24th June 2012 1:23 pm
Also by Tom:
30 Steps | Only Moments | The Train is Waiting |The Joint Poem
Tap, tap,tap
Concentration
Inspiration is your aspiration
You hear nothing but your own thoughts
I’m wasted and watching
Drinking and inhaling
the cruel comfort it gives
Living the low life with you
© Katy Hughes 2012
Saturday 23rd June 2012 9:58 pm
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:
Happy Fucking Father's Day | Winter of Discontent | Indifference | The Bed and Breakfast Test |Only Connect
Only connect – a line, a lead, a link
Lassoing together disparate entities
As seamless as a maths-made Moebius strip
Constructible, yet with a vital twist:
Where, instantly, inside and outside, meld
Surprisingly, into a single surface
And so it is with us, the so-called self,
The side the world sees: epidermis.
And the inner, secret self, the soul, wh...
Friday 22nd June 2012 9:55 pm
Darkling Grail
Trees hide temple and given altar
Bride my foolish brother , my foolish sister
Merlin and his queen lady
she says thy spells
Seeks your secrets
Hide the light and the steps to his old Earth
Hand on lake
Let me touch the ice
Darkling grail
Friday 22nd June 2012 10:58 am
Also by mark littler:
Queen Enough For You |forgiveness on youtbe
I recently posted a poem on youtube
http://youtube.com/darbspoetry
enjoy, i'll b posting more soon
Thursday 21st June 2012 8:07 pm
For My Brothers
For My Brothers.
There are days in your life when you need to be still,
No need for excitement you don’t need that thrill,
When the quiet is everything, silence and calm,
No want for disruption, no want for alarm.
There are days in your life when that need is profound,
When your feet are both seeking the sanctified ground,
Where lips full and rounded are ...
Thursday 21st June 2012 10:01 am
Also by Ian Gant:
No Coin For The Ferryman |E-Fail
You sent me
flowers as an
attachment
to my work email
account.
It wasn’t
quite the
romantic
gesture
I was
looking for.
I replied
with a
JPEG of a
dump.
I never
received
a postmaster
failure
so you must have got the message.
From my new book - 'Working Extra Hours Ha...
Wednesday 20th June 2012 12:44 pm
Also by George Stanworth:
The Photo Finish |Get ahead of the Games
We are delighted to enclose your travelcard
which will grant you entry to
Strap-hanging gymnastics
Competitive carrying of dogs and children
Endurance on the Northern Line
And the forty-metre scramble up the left-hand side of the escalator
Wednesday 20th June 2012 11:35 am
Also by Marnanel Thurman:
The naming of cats |Oh, God! Give me the strength.....
Oh, God! Give me the strength to forgive
Even when I was not forgiven,
No one to humiliate or to offend
Even when I was humiliated or offended
Give me the wisdom to be always fair,
Teach me to fly and not to be scared,
Not to be indifferent to the neighbors,
But to live and create for world's favors.
If I doubt to ask my heart for advice
As my heart ne...
Monday 18th June 2012 9:39 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
Let's Live! Let's Love! | Ginger's Marriage |The Wrong Sort of Train
Four days after I wrote this, the following article appeared in the Daily Telegraph:-‘A train company blamed “the wrong sort of passenger” for the problems some had in reaching London for the celebrations.’
The Wrong Sort of Train
We’re sorry the trains are not running you know
Tomorrow we hope they’ll be fine
But nature has dealt us a sad autumn blow
There...
Monday 18th June 2012 3:25 pm
Fleeced
A factual attack on global banking. NON party-political.
Lately, I’ve done a lot of research,
I found the chief cause for inflation,
Why there is never enough money,
Yet more unemployed in our nation.
Have you not wondered why it should be
That most countries owe huge deficits?
Where did all this money come from?
It’s a puzzle to challenge all wits.
...
Monday 18th June 2012 3:21 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
Ode to Arillas | Lullaby of the River |Dad's Visits
Dad’s Visits
My dad loved to visit people we hardly knew.
He took me to meet a German living next door to
My granddad, so that I could practise the language.
Dad chatted about cars and Ipswich football team
Avoiding all mention of the war,
While I sat in silence.
My brother’s teacher bought a cottage
In the same village as my Aunt Flo and so
One Sunda...
Monday 18th June 2012 11:57 am
Also by Jacqueline Pemberton:
Gifts |storm chaser
Monday 18th June 2012 7:53 am
Also by MNtality:
(untitled) | I'm For It (pre-chorus) | One |The fine art of being a miserable bastard
A couple of years ago, some bright
spark came up with the idea of plastering
quotes from Larkin’s poems inside
the blood-clot red buses that rush around
Hull. It was some sort of back-handed
attempt to pay tribute to his legacy. It’s
Tuesday morning, and I’m off into
town to try and convince someone
that I’m worth every penny. To my
left sit...
Sunday 17th June 2012 11:55 pm
All his things are here (updated version)
All his things are around here, in the wardrobe and in the drawers
The man himself has gone
But all his things are here
Don’t put your things in that drawer, that’s drawer’s already in use
But it’s full of the things of a dead man
And he’s no longer here.
It’s cold out tonight, so very cold, so why don’t you use this scarf?
It’s the scarf of a dead ...
Sunday 17th June 2012 8:23 pm
A stranger.
Sunday 17th June 2012 4:03 pm
BACK STREETS - inspired by a line in another WOL post
I've travelled down the major highways
To self-important places;
And I've spent my time in minor byways,
Meeting much-loved faces,
But no matter where I choose to roam,
I end up at the start,
Always finding my way home
To the back streets of my heart.
Sunday 17th June 2012 2:56 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
GOLDEN BOY - a memory of schooldays hero-worship | RICHIE BENAUD - on his retirement to Australia | A BLUR OF GREY FUR | PASSING ROYALTY | JUBILEE JOY - welcoming our guests |Gentler pleasures
Attend the church summer fete;
tombola and a silver band,
lucky dip and discarded books.
Bike along the restored canal.
Nurture your own, make do and mend;
hark again to the vinyl.
Sell the car, return to Scarborough,
watch cricket on the green,
Wander aimlessly in the garden
as leaves swirl about in the wind.
For all the money is gone;
life won't be the same...
Sunday 17th June 2012 10:04 am
Pome for the demise of a poetry night
And Lo!
It did wither and die,
And fade into the west,
And diminish,
Inexorably,
Into the sound of one arsehole...
Crapping.
Saturday 16th June 2012 11:53 pm
With peacocks at kew
It seems too unlikely.
Little girl, pink frock, barefoot
wandering through a glade
following a peacock.
There’s no-one with her.
Just this sapphire creature
at her side.
Putting down our sandwich lunch
worried, we approach.
“Where is your mummy?”
The peacock disappears.
“Over there” she gestures
unconcerned.
Tells us he...
Saturday 16th June 2012 7:16 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:
bus boy | nothing... |Brief Encounters
I feel there is far too much levity
Regarding men's size and longevity,
When the hormones are rife
Have a word with the wife,
With luck she will curtail this brevity.
Nick Clifton
16 June 2012
Saturday 16th June 2012 6:04 pm
solemnity
Once you had your images.
Cardiac tamed by the smile
behind the name.
Secrets that you’ve
hymn drawn
to your later
arrow eyes.
You are my pen
after the punishment.
Once you had your heart,
But it came out garbled.
Saturday 16th June 2012 4:58 pm
Also by Winston Plowes:
Revel |For I will Praise My Father
For I will praise my father
for his giant frame
that once dwarfed me
as an oak tree
dwarfs a flower;
and for his big hands,
sure and strong,
and for the blue
sea secret of his eyes;
and I will praise him again
for the work he did
and the back
he bowed to feed me;
and more for the songs
he never sang,
and those he kept
to kindle
...
Thursday 14th June 2012 12:09 pm
Grizzly
GRIZZLY
Outrageous outbursts of Victorian values imposed upon the young cub.
His irreverent ranting relates a sepia shaded childhood that didn't exist.
"The kids of today don't know how it was. They don't want to know!"
He leans forward in his chair and bellows again.
"Bloody hoodies and girl gangs. What's the world coming to?"
"You didn't fight in any war ol...
Thursday 14th June 2012 8:30 am
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