Poetry Blogs (Jul 2012)
Cynthia Buell Thomas on (5 hours ago)
I just want to
One thinks i'd be settling,
The other is hearing bells,
Beauty is skin deep,
yeah yeAH , I KNOW
He's brighter on the inside.
Tuesday 31st July 2012 5:25 pm
Who brings the flame to signify
That peace now lights this land
On whose sure grip may we rely
Which body lends this hand
Upon whose face the gentle glow
To light the way for all
A worthy grasp of all that comes
With populace in thrall
The backers, hip to all things good
Whose strength may awe the meek
Are striding through our neighbourh...
Tuesday 31st July 2012 3:13 pm
Tuesday 31st July 2012 2:27 pm
Also by ted clarke:WOL olympic competition |
My day is languishing...
The clean lace of joy flew out with daylight
My hours saturated with sadness,
your cruel love was that mix of betrayal
that played with the best of my dreams
I never, never felt so much pain...
and every day your indifference crumbles me
The love you gave me one day,
they were shadows, they were fantasies
Tuesday 31st July 2012 1:00 am
Also by Noris Roberts:My lips have forgotten you | Let it… |
Tuesday 31st July 2012 12:49 am
Two blistered sausages are spilling
their stuffing over the sofa.
The yellow of an egg has run;
the sun is exiting the sky.
Bacon curled dark anger, broken
by the children full of beans.
Monday 30th July 2012 10:47 pm
Boat at bottom of hill.
Into stone canyon,
Gate behind close.
Into stone canyon
Nudge top gate,
Boat go out.
Us up hill.
Water down, us up.
Monday 30th July 2012 10:21 pm
An after dark refuge for the boredom
of wild lads, that would otherwise turn bad.
Hitting the pads they came to understand routine
know what discipline means, when told to break.
Rocky music raised the pulse here,
as boxers, not dead-beats skipped to the beat
Hard work, bumps and bruises
came their way; a little blood ...
Monday 30th July 2012 9:01 pm
Also by Chris Co:'ThePoetry Spoke' July Open floor & Guests. | Wirral Ode Show Open Mic July- Plus Filming Poetry. |
It’s a pity that
you can’t take off your skin
like an old dress
can’t cover the rags
with a smart dress
so that to impress
can’t embroidery stitch the holes
made by moles
it’s a pity that
you can’t pull out your heart
to bask in the sun
can’t force it cut and run
from the life of one
can’t let your soul
fly in the sky like bird...
Monday 30th July 2012 3:47 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:It Costs Nothing | My Angel Visited My Dreams Tonight | Oh, My Darling Odessa! | Yes And No | Love And Parting |
I am British and I'm saying it out loud.
Once more, I’m British, and oddly I’m quite proud.
The dumpy dignity of her Majesty the Queen,
The shared anxiety seeing Zoe lift it clean.
Can our Manxman Cav be the first to cross the line.
And what colour will Becs’s swimming medal shine?
The lovely Lizzie lifted my spirits to the sky,
with tears of gladness when we both be...
Monday 30th July 2012 2:07 pm
Also by Alison Smiles:Nice is not enough |
The net’s a big headache
I need a bloke you see
I search and search for hours
But can’t get one for free.
I bought myself a web cam
I thought I could chat and play
But there weren’t any blokey blokes
Only the ones that were gay.
Hang on! Who’s this?
It’s a blokey figure
Reminds me of my granddad
But my granddad’s thinner.
Monday 30th July 2012 1:33 pm
British Gas a vulture at large,
Have brought in a ludicrous new charge.
If you have a meter on your site,
They charge you nearly £200 per annum,thats not right !
This charge definately does stink,
Completely unjustified ,they need to rethink.
I've used no gas for a long long spell,
Hence this boiler of fury I do dispel.
Every quarter I get t...
Monday 30th July 2012 10:13 am
Also by hugh:Mildred | The Queen's helicopter parachute jump | Colorado Carnage | Look both ways | Off licence robbery | The princess and the frog | Gentlemen,please take a seat | Chocoholics | Mistaken Identity | Pleased with Mr Postman | Desire | Hand picked | Protect the swan | Be careful what you buy | Mable | Raise them and praise them | The smile on your face | Spring brings bounce to young and old | Mario Balotelli--A hero |
This poem was written by my sister Sandra K. Smith, and is used with her permission.
Loving Memory Of Clovis W. Henderson 12/27/1931 to 12/09/2009
IT IS TIME
IT IS TIME December 9th, 2009.
IT IS TIME for our family to gather one by one.
IT IS TIME the Doctors, Nurses, Specialist, and Staff at the Hospital tell us.
IT IS TIME to let him go.
IT IS TIME they kept saying as our family...
Monday 30th July 2012 3:11 am
Also by Shirley Smothers:Glasses | My Unborn Child |
Sunday 29th July 2012 10:47 pm
“The floor is now free for Sylvia of Estonia.”
A wisp of coloured tinsel caught
on the upbeat of a gaudy circus air,
she occupies every part of her allotted space.
So focused, now, that she seems to move far
beyond the confines of this local sports centre
- a sylvan leap across the intervening years –
to where all eyes are fixed on an Olympic ...
Sunday 29th July 2012 7:34 pm
Where a brain used to be.
It's whole lot of space
and it's troubling me.
At night it get's cold,
When there's nowhere to keep
The warm dreams of dancing,
And songs that bring sleep.
There's a space in my throat
Where a voice used to sing,
But I threw up the words,
And there's no more to bring.
Sunday 29th July 2012 4:36 pm
On the island’s south side
a solitary town fizzes
like overloaded circuitry
on dark, motherboard hills.
Across a sticky, smooth-tiled walkway
an amusement arcade spills
a test of sexiness based on how clammy your palm is
and the hitting game.
You spin in coins so they register
on sensors worn numb.
A padded stump protuberates.
Sunday 29th July 2012 4:35 pm
Our advanced Airblade jet came down in the mountains.
I spent wonderful times with the woman I love.
Now we're separated with no way of being reunited. ...
Sunday 29th July 2012 3:30 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Shook Up | FLY | FORGOTTEN PLACES | Poland | THROUGH THE MIRROR | my new work done today at fitton hill writing group | PLANET | Stereo Death | MIND FLIGHT | INTO THE BLUE | Vodka | SPEEDING DARTS | Berlin read live in gullivers manchester july 5 2012 | TORRENT | There |
“Hi love! I’ve had a bump on my head!
“I don’t remember a thing,” he said.
What am I betting?
It needs forgetting!
He’s remembering those that we wed!
We got together on the dance floor
At our club’s party the night before
He stroked my breast
I did not protest
Now we’re blaming the drink for sure!
Two days previous was his bumped head
Sunday 29th July 2012 12:18 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:Cirrus |
Warmth rising with my kisses
Shivering your belly softness
And downwards I go
Your hand, tangled tight
In my red messy tresses
The pulse in your wrist
Rhythmic against my neck
I tilt my head upwards
My mouth teasing and begging
for the very essence of you
our eyes briefly meet in expectation
And even lower I go
As I’m eager for the first taste
Sunday 29th July 2012 10:24 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Oxford Street Shopping | Stoned in Soho | Hotel Shower | An ode to idling on a Sunday |
"I am grateful to say, when quizzed, as I am thoroughly today,
'Wher've you been, where've you been, where've you been?'"
I steadfastly say, "I am come to church."
'As they can ask me questions of God again and again,till God has come home
And I will always have an answer.'
But of alcohol my heart beats hard inside my head and it hangs thereof.'
A fisher of men, my...
Saturday 28th July 2012 11:12 pm
Also by Rachel Bond :The Dreadful Mermaid and A Slice of Orange Ocean |
12 OLYMPUS MOUNT
five ring doorbell
en suite yngling
good local fencing schools
Saturday 28th July 2012 4:19 pm
(an increasingly recurring theme)
When I find myself in toilet trouble
Prostate problems bother me;
Whistling while I’m dribbling
Let Me Pee.
My bladder’s full to bursting but I pass a tiny quantity
Which feels like molten lava in such sensitive anatomy
Let Me Pee, Let Me Pee
This is bloody agony
Friday 27th July 2012 9:50 pm
Also by John Coopey:Under-Performing | Out Of Wine | In the Grotto |
Today marks the opening of a great time in UK sporting history and the opportunity to welcome the world to
our shores - and, in particular - to the world's most famous city. There are "lies, damned lies and statistics"
and the politics of envy and disbelief. But let us put them all aside for a few weeks while we marvel and
rejoice at the elevation of human aspiration in its fines...
Friday 27th July 2012 5:23 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:DREAMS CAN COME TRUE | TALKIN' THE WALK | OLYMPIC DREAMS | ENGLAND EXPECTS - or maybe not! |
This is a re-edit
To all those adults who are thrilled by the Olympics.
To all those sportspeople who are on the point of hysteria over the Olympics.
To all those in charge of or likely to financially gain from the Olympics.
To all those in the media -epecially the BBC-who have become 'embedded' into the circus,
Friday 27th July 2012 3:41 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:£30,000,000,000 Olympics | Paris ahead... | The putting down | Do not turn me into rhyme | MC's wanted for L**** B**** | 125 GeV/c2 | Sportspro has rated Usain Bolt the 4th most marketable athelete in the world. |
Des mots, des vers, la ville qui s’efface
La nuit tombe comme une allégorie.
Un feu dans l’âtre, une gorgée d’eau-de-vie.
L’essence même de la vie
Qui échappe au raisonnement.
Trop longtemps, j’ai cherché de l’or,
Bâtisseur de pyramide sous les soleils levant.
Cherchant dans les symboles de la nature,
Le message des origines de la mer.
Et j'ai vu...
Thursday 26th July 2012 9:20 pm
I haven't posted here for some time I mostly use my blog these days which I will link to I wanted to include a link to an event on Monday, Innverse and workshop: https://www.facebook.com/events/237192663068681/ Innverse is a friendly read around that happens the last monday of every month (we will be taking august off however) I wrote up some of my workshop pieces on my blog to give people an ...
Thursday 26th July 2012 4:27 pm
link of ebb slow tease the leer
rampant ore mush soft
in slight shines.
Another sly solve
sullen flaxen curfew peaks,
assures the form
to be alone.
Thursday 26th July 2012 12:20 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:The Singing Cage | One Way | Q nome. |
We waited hours for the torch to pass;
BMW bikes rolled platoons of police (all high fiving)
Past our aching feet
And flagging flags.
Spirits slowly sank,
Euphoria evaporating under the scouring sun.
Then the Murmur approached.
Life returned to our lifeless limbs
As acrobats cartwheeled along the white-lined tarmac;
Wednesday 25th July 2012 11:30 pm
Also by Yvonne Brunton:Us Nolimpics | 100 metres | Us Nolimpics |
I represent our client Mr Dumpty
He had an accident you may recall
And though some might regard him as a 'numpty'
We feel the blame lies squarely with your wall.
In short to watch the Royal pageant pass through
Mad throngs had lined the streets as mad throngs do
And Mr Dumpty being short in stature
Climbed your wall to get a better view
Our client was...
Wednesday 25th July 2012 9:12 pm
Things – places people come to be,
Happenings everywhere telling tales,
We’re never stopping to admire though –
Each; caught sadly unawares -
The vastness of life - everywhere you
Cast open eyes yet,
All, took for granted –
The fastness of living never slowing
And, we’re always asking for a
Wednesday 25th July 2012 2:10 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Excuse Me | Sacrifice | Cause and Effect - Action, Reaction | A Heywood Fallen Hero | It's Begun |
What we are.
This Great Britain?
An everyday accepted menu,
of mutton dressed as lamb.
A grainy gravy.
That tastes of,
stiff upper lip,
The same as it ever was.
side plated with fat,
waiting for apple pie,
Things could be diffrent.
Give us this.
Tuesday 24th July 2012 11:49 am
Monday 23rd July 2012 8:21 pm
Also by Dave Dunn:Red Wine | no No NO NO! |
I live out the past
A sleeping engine in a shocked blank room
Older than saxons
Older than jutes
Older than older !
The land gives back
Dreary English ghosts
Demonic and inertly orthodox
Wake a dread height
Travelling aquatint gives us light
Spilling utter twisted dust
Lace, frost and the same ringing weather from here to...
Monday 23rd July 2012 12:49 pm
I met a woman at the Blue Nile.
Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...
Monday 23rd July 2012 7:58 am
Young dude's swagger
Shirts off in the sun
Like battle scars
And walking galleries,
They surely are a force of life to see,
And chewing gum,
To the ipod hum.
But in every city centre
Of this Twitter Facebook land
Theres a middle age parent looking on
Sunday 22nd July 2012 8:56 pm
old case-files speak
two maiden’s towpath walk
a stalking killer strikes
one dies the other maimed
a breeze compared to Denver
where dead folk lie in rows
and yet the mists of time
still billow in the mind
Saturday 21st July 2012 1:56 pm
I've been looking through old school exercise books. This is from June 1986; I was eleven.
Seven standing stones are under the sky,
seven standing stones shall never, ever die.
Clouds blow, grey, white, or black,
and the wind shall blow, blow through the stones,
and memories shall fade and die,
and nobody shall know, know the reason why
seven standing stones are under the sky.
Saturday 21st July 2012 12:56 pm
Fun by numbers; birds loom, weather threatens.
The naked jogger eyes the eagle's wings.
Walking on egg-shells
Breaks me up
Senses erotic with words
And the ghost of memory writes his name
You do it to make the story work.
Wednesday 18th July 2012 9:37 am
Also by J F Keane:3GA |
A chord played through
fifty years Keith doesn’t need to look
a white face caught
eyes fixed on Bill
running the bass
and at the back
ready to take the mike
(from a photo of the Stones first gig)
Wednesday 18th July 2012 9:11 am
PENGUINS ORANGE, PENGUINS GREEN :
(Verse written in part-payment for detective fiction bought from Mrs Ann Green)
Of all the things that come to me in boxes :
Tea, books, crockery, certain parts of foxes,
Postcards of Margate; stage awnings of Ben Nevis,
Or small still-animate occupants of corner, fold or crevice -
There's one that stirs the pen and makes its...
Wednesday 18th July 2012 8:16 am
Also by John Z Hepworth:ZAARDVAARK THE WORDSMITER | ON FIRST LOOKING INTO THE EYES OF JOHNNY SOLSTICE | A BORSETSHIRE FANTASY : O CAROLINE |
many reasons to loose sleep
and wonder if any are true
and in pureness or a lie
like a hidden shallow cup
deep in a threadbare pocket
facetiousness is weak
due to the worn circle
on the fabric of your hip
Wednesday 18th July 2012 12:07 am
I hope to use this (and other poems to come) as part of a heritage project with youngsters. This particular poem will be used to inspire an exploration of the history of Horwich Loco Works. I would appreciate a bit of critical feedback before I unleash it on an unsuspecting public! Thanks.
The long, brick built workshop
Stands empty now
The full arched windows stare blankly
Tuesday 17th July 2012 3:54 pm
Sod wearing purple
I’m gonna fake dementia
Sup single malt in Tesco aisles
and Jose Cuervo Gold
Steal Thornton’s biggest fuckoff box
of truffles, milk and dark
Then stuff my face with Krispy Kremes
Leave fingermarks on magazines
I’ll ride the roads in off-peak times
Rob Asdas far and wide
A North West quest to shoplift shite...
Tuesday 17th July 2012 1:32 pm
You’ve got Jonathan Edwards Eyes.
The ones he had when his sight
was blinded by the light,
before his soul was plunged
into eternal darkness.
Some men are at peace not to have in their head
a grandiose plan,
or believe, we’re not dead when we’re
that our wits will stay sharp,
hard work’s not a cage,
that love conquers all
Tuesday 17th July 2012 8:17 am
Monday 16th July 2012 8:18 pm
THE JESTER The jester performs in a world full of tears, His chuckle, an attempt to allay all our fears. His joyful tones, sweet music to our ears, His mission, to help those who need it so dear. But what of the end of the long lonely road, His whimsical smile, no-one left now to goad. When the laughter runs out and the jester runs dry, As realisation sets in and he can do noug...
Monday 16th July 2012 1:21 pm
Also by Darren Scanlon:Misunderstood | Absent Minded Mouse |
Outside the crematorium ,
I am greeted by bullet stares.
Hissed Who is she ?
information sliding from the sides of mouths.
The car park becomes the OK Carral,
my father’s family and I
facing each other like gun slingers.
But cousin Heather breaks ranks
crushing me in a 52 year old orphan’s hug,
the rest of the family stand down...
Sunday 15th July 2012 3:29 pm
Yesterday I weeded the strawberry bed,
And tugged a thousand dog violets from the ground;
Their lilac flowers played the rain and
Now the swollen seeds
Blow from sprinkler heads.
My fingers pince the brown thin leaves from strawberry base,
Grip the soil in earthy solitude,
And turn the leaf to find:
No harvestmen scuttling ‘fraid from base to base...
Sunday 15th July 2012 12:57 pm
The Substance of Angels
I have surely walked with angels,
Through my deepest darkest night,
Called to comfort they have held me,
Brought me safely to the light.
At my heels the prince of devils,
Demon herds like screaming swine,
All they promised was my glory,
Sweet contentment, heady wine.
See within this pale reflection,
Mirrored by the blac...
Saturday 14th July 2012 7:04 pm