Poetry Blogs (Aug 2012)
I see a faint lightness over the black of the hillside.
Stars a million miles overhead lose a slight edge.
Mist dances illuminated by her Moon Goddess.
Clouds high overhead come and go as stars sparkle, iridescent.
Excited I wait, soon she will be here. Patience now…
There! My Moon Goddess lifts my spirits, serene and spiritual.
I drift out of my...
Friday 31st August 2012 6:15 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Natalie. Forsaken . | What a Plane Day | Tattoo Co-Operative | YOUR LETTER | DANCING WITH JOAN JETT | Natalie. Politico | ITALIA | THE TRAGEDY OF SONG | AGE OLD | orbit | interview | UNTITLED | CEILING ROSE | think | The Disappeared/Missing event Manchester, do contribute... |
could there ever have been
aught but harm
from such shrew whipped
an abusive storm
where it lead through
the corpse grass
of bloodied path
stumbled upon weather torn
that leering promontory
like fabled hag
Friday 31st August 2012 1:54 pm
Also by Paul Sands:Somnambulant | Nothing New | Adamas | Crystallphone You | I Only Have An Answer To The Important Question | Insomnia (unamused by a whitling muse) | Foundations | Blood Promise | Collectible | Fukushima | August Storm (written August 2011) | By A River | All The Time In The World | So How Nottingham Were You? | The General Synopsis At 0-600 AD | When a Heart Truly Breaks | Spirit | Ain’t Frit | Devon | We Were Expendable | Ghosts | Spider (for my childrens collection) | Like Smoke | Garden of Remembrance | Jet Scream | Chapel Beach |
Friday 31st August 2012 12:07 am
Also by OpenMind:OpenMind: Slamming September Poster | OpenMind: Slamming September |
Here I am again
In an empty room
Full of people,
I have met so many nice people
But they have all been wrong,
I should give up
But I won’t.
Here I go again
Feeling lonely in a crowd
So many friends,
But no lover. There have been lovers
But not the right one,
Some say I try too hard
But I don’t.
Dare I hope again?
That some ...
Thursday 30th August 2012 11:35 pm
I have no future
so I look back.
Dwelling in the present
drowning in the past.
I second guess
over what, at first,
I acted upon.
I shut the gate
lament the spilled milk.
I did not look back.
Only to do so now.
No future do I see there.
exactly the same
as I did then.
I can only look behind
where I existed.
Thursday 30th August 2012 7:18 pm
Also by Steven Kenny:Temporum Vitae |
photo credit Bill Cottman
Heliograph (for Sun Ra)
Earth found choices are few
When Earth isn’t home
Distortions are reflections of sadness
What sounds like chaos is fresh beginnings
Somewhere in collages of sound is un-imposed order
Freedom between naiveté and ancient wisdom
Thursday 30th August 2012 6:08 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Phloem | Other’s Worlds | By Way Of Introduction | Reclaimed Names |
It's that time again and another new Poem is ready to be unleashed on the world. This time inspired by a photograph I took a couple of years ago in Arundel, Sussex. It has a bit of an old world feel this one which I think compliments the subject matter. Hope you enjoy it.
Ancient bridges beneath crystal waters
Rotten dark and gone to slaughter
Thursday 30th August 2012 2:06 pm
Also by Matt Tilke:The Communications Trilogy Pt:3 Telephone |
Who could deny the outrage –
The futile point of the war
The horror and the gross carnage
No-one could fail to abhor
The mud and the blood of the trenches
The rats that fed at the feast
The daemons held check in our psyche
Inexorable once released.
Fast forward into the Thirties
As Nazis across Europe fanned
And Chamberlain proud of his ...
Thursday 30th August 2012 1:43 pm
Also by John Coopey:Be Ye There Or Be Ye Square | Crossroads Motel | News of the World | The Assasseen | Whinge and Fucking Bleat |
Thursday 30th August 2012 11:33 am
Also by Marianne Daniels:Scarecrow |
Today's the day. Click "Start", then click "Shut Down",
then order twenty pizzas on their dime,
then (slice in hand) break down this office door
and flip the Chairman's picture one last time.
Then tearing off your clothes, run down the hill,
dig through the woods, bathe naked in the stream,
and when you feel your stress is washed away,
stand up, and facing heaven, scream your scr...
Wednesday 29th August 2012 11:29 pm
It Takes Courage to say Yes or No - sometimes..
It Takes Courage to stay or go - sometimes..
It Takes Courage to be who you really are - sometimes..
It Takes Courage to Laugh and to Smile - but not all of the while, just - sometimes..
It Takes Courage to face adversity and other bad times - sometimes..
It Takes Courage to keep sharing and caring and trusting - sometimes..
Wednesday 29th August 2012 6:15 pm
Also by Graham Robinson:'Time' - A Triolet |
Thinking about Lynn Dye's "Oblivious" on WOL......
What happiness to live alone
And all the washing up's your own
To do - or leave for just a while
For later on - and then I smile
At the thought of flushing soap
From dish to sink - no time to mope;
And after that - my dirty duds
Waiting for the cleansing suds;
Domestic chores I tend to see
Wednesday 29th August 2012 4:50 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE WRONG SONG | TELL HIM - a lyric for all those Women in Country! |
In a just a few months of life
Your heart has touched ours.
Wednesday 29th August 2012 1:45 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Dolls |
I dont see the world
In a usual way,
glass walls keep reality at bay.
No rope can tether me,
friendships lost road
now distant memory. Not known
in present, nameless in past.
Who am I?
In a box that wont open
I exist, lid slammed
shut by Invisible fists.
In realisation my confusion
reigns. Liquid years I
hammer like nails,
In a House half built,
that can't be en...
Wednesday 29th August 2012 1:30 pm
Also by Richard Alfred:Kite |
Wednesday 29th August 2012 9:37 am
Blessed is the sacred
Depression of the woman
In the bedroom of mirrors
Blessed is the dead man
Who feeds her
Marching here and there
With broken porcelain
Blessed is the cat
Who lives between them
Inside the room stinking with sleepers
Blessed is the house they call home
Whose walls are cracked
And racked with guilt and mold
Blessed is the child who may
Or may not be born
Blessed is the work still to be done
Tuesday 28th August 2012 11:15 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Quince Tree | Polaroid |
The autumn is coming,
The August is charming,
But the rain often darkens the sky,
And I know, you certainly love me
As I once long ago loved you.
Why the yearning
Is burning inside you?
Why are you so sad when with me?
Why in August the dreams
Can’t be sweet as in spring?
The rowan is reddish
But not for the anguish
Rain drops k...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 6:53 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:I Am As I Am | Hot Summer | Elijah the Prophet |
When i'm bothered I spill my guts at will the physical affects the effect of the dream that I have. I am tired and I can't bee arsed with this arse."What you say?"Yeah its true that it changes, game plan ranges bit by bit. Lets try this, see if we can fuck over this bitch.Its a shame its a shame that this bitch is who?"You know who"Its the same. Impatience takes the piss, I didn't even want thi...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 5:05 pm
Tuesday 28th August 2012 4:22 am
Also by Dave Dunn:They All Concurred | A Life Too Short |
How was hope gagged by the morbidity of this false democracy?
How did it come to be?
How is it that petroleum was changed for weapons?
How did it come to be, who allowed it?
It is inevitable to react.
There is in my soul a line that lies between the darkness and pain, poking me, and this condition pushes me to the limit in where I bleed and I fa...
Tuesday 28th August 2012 2:30 am
Also by Noris Roberts:It is my silence! | Do not ask me who I am... | My alter ego... | I imagined | I request ... |
Washing up is a mysterious thing
that happens in the kitchen
normally after meals
although he is never completely sure of this.
Sometimes he decides to be helpful
and takes a glass, a mug or a tea-plate out
placing it down right in the middle
of a cleared, washed down work-top,
completely ignoring that neat little stack
of dirty crockery over in the cor...
Monday 27th August 2012 11:16 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:Supercar | Downtrodden Youth | Abandonment | While I Was Writing Something Else... | Endeavour |
Come and See: Be WitnessMonday 27th August 2012
Come and see
Young Alexander whoes shadow
is cast upon the arm of a man at rest.
Declares of him 'It is yours, just ask,
I will grant you all that you request.'
Come and see,
push upon the open door, as
Monday 27th August 2012 10:18 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Bloody Valentine | School playing fields: |
Beyond All Illusion
I’m losing friends
Friends that once walked the same
Pace as I,
Walked the same path –
Banged out the same sand
From worn - down boots.
I’m losing friends
Who once stood against
Bombs and bullets,
But they’re dying slow
Deaths and sudden,...
Monday 27th August 2012 3:46 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:Destination Unknown | For Riley |
Police officers were seeking drink drivers in Blackburn bars.
At closing time, Roy tripped over a step, tried his keys in 5 different cars.
Everyone left and quickly drove away,
But soon they were to discover DRINK DRIVING DOESN'T PAY.
"Breathe into this bag ,"said a very serious cop.
"No point,"said Roy,"not touched a drop."
The policeman smiled and said to Roy,
Monday 27th August 2012 11:45 am
Also by hugh:Guaranteed full cover | Winnie Johnston--Motherly love | Snow White | Smokey Thoughts | The tears of Diana | Jessica Ennis,The Golden Goddess | Poetic selling | The Purrfect pair -inspired by Larisa Rzhepishevaska's "Ginger's Marriage" | A little bit of flirt | 1st class stamp approval |
Your text message:
Where are you when I need your love?
All you offer is the darkness of your rage
If loving me is such a difficult religion
Maybe my death will wipe the anger from the page
Bohemia is here, it’s where it started
And is coiled within these walls
I can hear the venom calling
And drips poison in me, then crawls
Sunday 26th August 2012 9:22 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Character | Immortal | Yow |
I picture you in someone else’s room -
In bed - a stranger’s ceiling overhead,
Awake in the gloom; feeling unfulfilled,
Cheerless and chilled by secrets left unsaid.
You’re wearing your usual man costume –
A routine face; average arms for regular embrace:
The suit you assume (crustacean casing)
For slapdash debasing and slipshod disgrace.
Whilst I, si...
Saturday 25th August 2012 6:36 pm
Also by Charlie Preston:Greetings Card Verses | Do You Remember When... |
Great poetry and acoustic music
This Tuesday - 28th August- 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
David R. Mellor
'Powerful Stuff' think Independent radio. 'A feel for words' say BBC radio....
Saturday 25th August 2012 3:32 pm
Also by Chris Co:Wirral Ode Show Open Mic August- plus poetry filming. |
Billy Brown, you're a rogue
With your wandering eyes
And your soft, lilting brogue
And your plausible sighs....
Billy Brown, there's no doubt
This I know, certain, sure
How I've felt many a clout
And I've dodged many more
From your big, heavy fist
When the drink made you mad -
Next day, sorry, you kissed
Me, repentant and sad
Friday 24th August 2012 2:06 pm
Emerald seas, with corrugated sands below and waters with changing degrees give pleasure to skin and mind as they blissfully eddy us along.
Peace perfect peace is the gift of Turkey. Breathe, see, hear and smell and take it all in, including the heat. Embrace it, you were meant for it.
We snorkel in rocky pools with different kinds of fish. Some long with sand coloured granular bodies, ...
Friday 24th August 2012 11:53 am
The August Blue Moon has been invited to the launch of Pressed by Unseen Feet, an anthology of poetry and short stories on the theme of the spectral unexpected. The evening is hosted by the Hotel du Vin in their courtyard with the sliding roof. Everyone is welcome. There is a small charge of £6 which includes a copy of the anthology and opportunity to hear Newcastle based singers, Skylark Song....
Thursday 23rd August 2012 9:52 pm
ITT STEREO 45 AND 33 rpm,
OR ‘WHY AM I SPEAKING TO MY RECORD PLAYER?’
It’s time to put you on the shelf
But I do want to hear you again,
Reminding me of times and places
Long gone faces of yesteryear,
Tragically hip to the core
I find I need you more, more, and more.
But my iPod is calling me to a relationship
Seducing me with its be...
Thursday 23rd August 2012 9:49 pm
... Its a BIG WORLD out there,
plenty of fish so beware!
For on thee internet darkness lies,
dont be fooled just be wise.
For us singles times are hard,
for the internet the truth be barred!
Places we go people we meet,
the internet is where we seek.
The 'WIDE WEB' is today's thing,
but danger lurks,
the bells ring.
Thursday 23rd August 2012 9:44 pm
I have followed the death columns
and know which devotees are left
to be buried and downtrodden
in hope and faith up to their necks.
The consummate professional
would not betray your confidence;
the babbling confessional
cannot be used as evidence.
You might consider changing your address –
they’re giving me the lie detector test.
All you middle-a...
Thursday 23rd August 2012 3:17 pm
Let us say we met in a room: curtained, peeling, private.
Briefly she consulted the winter afternoon,
Reviewed the deadening, leadening sky.
It was discreetly done.
No presences danced beyond no lifted curtains.
Darkness had silted us away.
Words, like spoons, stirred the air,
Thursday 23rd August 2012 3:33 am
Also by John E Marks:MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE | Children |
hurled from a train
a slayer hides his trail
viscera and latex gloves
paraphernalia of death
a victim’s final breath
concealed in nettle beds
he knew the ropes
watched ‘the bill’
the opposition camp
combing a gory room
for minute threads
time to relax he thinks
enjoy the buzz
leading the fuzz
their merry dan...
Wednesday 22nd August 2012 10:14 pm
I am the piper,
I marched with the Roman Legions
I played, as row in row the short sword’s stabbed deeply
I played my music to the accompaniment of clash of sword and shield in Bannockburn in 1314
I played as the blood ran
I played an encore at ‘The Battle of the Clans’ in 1396
To cries of anguish blood and death
And down through history my music played...
Wednesday 22nd August 2012 9:59 pm
Also by Thaumaturgically Charged:Of Viking valor and Buddhist dreams |
rock in a storm
sunk with the cliche
butter drunk with compliments and doe eyes
i gave you all my surpises like a rabbit in headlights.
i liked it
i liked falling
listening with twitchy ears
soft furred unfocussed mad march passed us and asked for a cup of tea
it was funny then
i loved to give up my thoughts
and our ideas
were like ...
Wednesday 22nd August 2012 12:30 am
Also by Rachel Bond :for you | water |
MY GANGSTAR GAL.
WHOOOOOSH the smoke from her bang just filled the air
As it made her feel high in the air
She couldn’t hear from anybody coz she was a don’t care
And if beer was to buy her she could be a millionaire
She was brown in complexion but in body she was fare
She could go with a matatu but paid no fare
Because her beauty in shape made many to admire
Tuesday 21st August 2012 3:09 pm
Also by kerry kipsome:The Battalion of Hearts | How Will it be? |
In Qala (pronounced Ala)
I stopped opposite the steps
of the ancient church.
Time to chill, relax
take in some sun,
some local beer.
The smell of Gozitan cuisine
wafting on the promise
of a reasonably priced menu.
The lady who runs the place
leaning through the hatch in the door
explaining her purpose.
Tuesday 21st August 2012 10:48 am
Also by Mal Foster:A Summer of Adolescence | Something I Wrote |
It's a very sad day when a Loved one dies
human or animal we all only have one life
so we gotta live it up for the ones that pass
too the fullest on this earth is what I'm aiming at.
So let's up those downs and make the bad more better.
Even if you're feeling like shit or rained on by bad weather
you can overcome the end of this glitch called living
by cooking up you...
Monday 20th August 2012 5:44 pm
The loom is a stave that cotton falls on,
sometimes looks like music notes to the whimsical.
We lie with our backs flat to the cold stone-
never take our eyes off it. Every so often
there is a hiss of movement as one of us skims
from our bottom G, climbs a note or two,
picks a semi-quaver, and falls fast.
All for a tuppence. Not even enough for fruit.
Sometimes one of us is slow...
Monday 20th August 2012 4:55 pm
Also by Charlotte Henson:Coelacanth |
EDGE OF TOWN
Living on the edge of town
We never smell the petrol fumes
Or the farmer’s muck spreader
No sound of breaking beer glasses
No bleating of new born lambs
Here where countryside meets city
It’s like being in Limbo
Neither one thing nor the other
Living on the edge of town
In our suburban gardens
We can pretend to be rural...
Monday 20th August 2012 11:16 am
A is for anal, hard and fast
B is for bareback, cock sailing full mast.
C is for cum cannon shot, orifice ahoy,
D is for my dick, your favourite sex toy.
E is for ecstasy as I suspend you tantrically,
F is for fuck, no time for romantically.
G is for gag as you're gasping for air,
H is for the hard on I'm rocking downstairs.
I is for insatiable, ...
Monday 20th August 2012 2:48 am
Also by Ushiku Crisafulli:OpenMind: Slamming September |
She’s a kind of a paradox, that girl
Its not that I even like her at all
I just love her, that’s all
She’s a strange one, that girl
I mean, I’m not sure if she even likes me at all
I just love her, that’s all
She’s a young one, that girl
Much younger than me and tall
And I don’t even like girls that tall
I just love her, that’s a...
Saturday 18th August 2012 9:42 pm
Dear Ian this is my final letter
I've no need to write anymore
So burn that sealed envelope
That sits in your advocates drawer
Dear Ian my waiting is over
Dear Ian my time has come
So fare thee well I hope you rot in hell
A mother has found her son
© (Jonathan Barrington (Words Escape Me) 2012
Saturday 18th August 2012 12:02 pm
Words of your Adore you send to me,
With hints of lies of what will be.
Silent undertones of controlled remorse,
Rattle the fabric of my bones.....
A thousand times you ring to have your way,
No mention of the violence and the play.
The threats you shout, Abuse and Aggression,
Consume me like shroud !!!
Then every week in moments bleak,
On my doorstep, ...
Friday 17th August 2012 1:01 am
Also by Tracey Bucknell:The obsession of my desire ( part 1 ) | IGNITED |
King 1 - Queen 2
Wath - Queen of Villages reigned
in her flower garden
her turnip grubbing fields
her pig pens and her byres
subjects tugging forelocks
native speech a country slide
years before the pits
When Wigan coalpits died
the King - black in workings underground
emerged in Wath to drag her subjects down
drawing men across the border...
Wednesday 15th August 2012 9:13 pm
I liked tobacco far too much,
The coffin nail, the weak mans crutch,
I gave it up I’m pleased to say,
And chased those Passing Clouds away.
Cream cakes were once another vice,
A single one would not suffice,
I guzzled pastries by the score ,
But now would want for not one more.
I tried barbiturates in the day,
They chased the ...
Wednesday 15th August 2012 6:18 pm
I bore you on a day
During the season of
The purple thistle
If I were a farmers
I would have known
The day before
From the stars
And the suns position
Since I am not
The happy surprise
Greets my eye
A day after
The purple thistle
And I bore you
Wednesday 15th August 2012 2:32 am