Poetry Blogs (2012, death)
John Coopey on THE CONTINUING STORY OF THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER (1 hour ago)
M.C. Newberry on THE CONTINUING STORY OF THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER (1 hour ago)
John was killed on the motorway today
His wife was taking the kids to school
She had waved him goodbye that morning
Death came later, without any warning
They had a tentative arrangement for lunch
So they’d left their options open
And later, so the reporter said on the evening news
No other words were spoken
A boy racer cut him up so they foolishly de...
Monday 17th December 2012 11:53 am
A farewell to two poets that have only just passed on: Sandra Fowler and Sonya Florentino. R.I.P., dear friends.
Yes, I will try to be brave
just like you'd want me to be;
here I am waiting on shared memory:
Dear old friend, where might you be?
And where is it that we have arrived:
now we're quickly fading into oft-turned pages
that lay dog-...
Thursday 29th November 2012 1:35 pm
I am but the mottled bark
of a tree once firmly rooted,
peeled from its stately trunk
and within my hollow carapace
echoes an inert drumbeat
that keeps the cadence for
a march of ornate trappings
soon and sooner still, one day
this crepuscular orphelin song
resonant in its languid longing
shall surge with the rising tide
the sound of its condescencion
as it strikes th...
Sunday 25th November 2012 2:54 pm
I’m not a mourner, not even a friend
Just a friend of a friend, been asked to attend
I never knew my friend’s late friend
So it seems kind of strange that I should be here at his end
I feel out of place, not being a friend
And the tears of his loved ones mean nothing to me
I should be moved by all this emotion
But I’m starting to think: should I hav...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 8:59 am
My dying day is noted somewhere
On the calendar of fate
There’s a little tick on the calendar
To make sure I won’t be late
Some unearthly soul awaits me
As the years tick away
There’s a little tick on that calendar
But I don’t even know the date
My Life has not always been easy
But that’s the way of life
I don’t bother checking my calendar
Saturday 27th October 2012 7:57 pm
Our life is a real drama
In such a colorful gamma.
Our life is just a moment,
Sometimes with a torment.
Just have enough patience
To keep good relations,
To love truly and forgive.
You won’t believe
But today I cried away.
Someone thought it was a shame,
Someone comforted, didn’t blame,
Someone said: life goes on,
Someone dies and some are ...
Wednesday 26th September 2012 10:20 pm
the blocks of childhood
solid, set square in red brick,
yet from the start porous, lined
by a cancerous quick
so soon perished
barely noticed we chalk one up
then tally them daily
our stars of awe and wonder
in diligent swathes
until the toehold twists
and the road falls away
when the choked black
fear stacked Sunday Psalms
Sunday 26th August 2012 11:00 am
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
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
I walked out on a white world,
I changed within it, as the cold remembered me and let me in.
I stumbled towards the cover of the sky,
And found the corpse suspended in the liquid jar.
I bled onto the soft carpet, and the blotting paper puddle oozed
until it disappeared beneath a new layer of lies.
I was the corpse,
Was I looking at my future or my past?
Sunday 17th June 2012 9:38 am
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
You used to ask me.. What does pain feel like?
You told me that there will come a time,
When we will feel the sun, but not know it as the sun,
Hear the wind, but not know it as the wind,
And our ribcages will open out like arms in front of us.
You used to ask me.. If pain was what happened when the wrong hands touched the right skin.
You told me that you were so sc...
Friday 27th April 2012 6:22 pm
Damn yankee Mustang gonna be a real bastard and blow some krauts outa the fucking sky. Try and stop me you mothers! 50cal gunning you down, got many of your kindred by my shells. Always escape with my life. No 109 or 190 ever came close to nailing me. I'm not called Chuck Yeager! Hell no!
I was in Zemke's Wolf Pack. I died in a field near Crewe, England. No Nazi ever got m...
Sunday 22nd April 2012 11:38 pm
AN UNFORTUNATE DEATH
Walking through the narrow foreign streets he stumbles upon a corpse,
it was only curiosity that made him stop but try telling that to the gendarme.
They beat him with sticks and locked him up, ignoring his innocent pleas.
He curses himself for not taking another street, now that he awaits to hang.
It’s just another unfortunate incident...
Tuesday 17th April 2012 11:44 am
My Blade, My Life (by Mel)
With trembling hands, she reaches for her blade. She tells herself it will be the last time.
She tells herself this every time.
She never succeeded before, but will just have to now.
With the blade in her hand, she breaks out into a cold sweat.
She starts shivering and her heart beats faster.
She thrives on these feelings,
she tells herself she mus...
Saturday 14th April 2012 2:07 pm
Talk to me, I know you're dying to speak,
To pick apart your brains until you feel half way complete,
Eating all these pills until the secrets leak,
From your brain to your mouth and you're spitting demons in your sleep.
The weed and beer couldn't ever save us,
But as if it would cushion our fall we chased the buzz,
Two sides of one argument, "well you shouldn't", ...
Thursday 5th April 2012 11:54 am
For him the song took a whole new meaning,
a control that made him wish to control others.
“Something's gotten hold of my heart”
an evil, a darkness
he mused on midnight
and the encroaching demonic hours.
3am and a stereo's blazing in a stolen Volkswagen Beetle
inaudible white noise, a prerequisite
for the red mist to follow.
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:10 pm
SHE HAS THE ANSWERS
It troubled her how it had come to this –
she knew each detail, each action, each thought –
but still it troubled her.
As she fell to her knees, her woollen skirt became sodden
with freshly fallen snow.
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she wept
for her lost love, gone forever from this strife-torn world.
Soon she would do the ulti...
Monday 2nd April 2012 7:05 pm
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
Not quite sure why your death affected me so much Lynette.
Left me very upset when I found out.
I'd just been to Tesco’s at Greenfield for Naomi. ...
Thursday 29th March 2012 3:21 pm
Sunday 25th March 2012 3:01 am
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One with the Storm
The battered fishing boat sets out in the storm.
The crew knows that something is wrong and that someone will die.
As they pass the coast the storm savagely worsens.
Through the rain a small figure is seen atop the cliff.
All in white, a ...
Saturday 10th March 2012 7:07 pm
We lost Hugh. Flying such a beautiful little airplane in a blue desert sky, what a nice handling jet. Do what you want with her but no high speed turns too tight, might hit invisible wall in the sky. Dogfight every American jet fighter built none can beat the Mig17 Fresco. Turn on a dime, Russia did this almost right. Ultimate aggressor trainer, what better than to...
Tuesday 6th March 2012 5:44 pm
Having noticed that most people tend to use their blogs to post poems they are working on, I figured I should play ball for once. So, in between the usual detritus I call writing, here's a poem:
The Dreams started again
Out of nowhere
Driving the familiar way
Catching a glimpse
The back of a head
That makes no sense
I know it’s you, though...
Saturday 3rd March 2012 11:05 pm
One Step Ahead
One step ahead of Imperial Japanese forces, we were kicked out of the Dutch East Indies fleeing for our lives. We escaped in Dutch Air Service Dornier 24 flying boats and others ending up at Broome, Australia. Free for now from the marauding Jap Zero fighters, they can’t catch us here!
Our Dornier is about to depart to sanctuary in southern Australia, we’re in the...
Wednesday 29th February 2012 2:23 pm
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Monday 20th February 2012 12:14 am
Monday 20th February 2012 12:14 am
Death comes without warning; it steals your life away.
It takes away your loved ones, and the lights of your day.
Death comes silently; it stabs you in the back,
It reaches round behind you, then comes in for the attack
Death comes slowly; it reaches for your throat
It overwhelms you; it chokes you, before you’ve had time to put on your coat.
Sunday 19th February 2012 4:42 pm
This artistic and ancient civilisation settled on these fertile slopes a millennia ago,
in peace with the land they live in complete harmony for they are not a war-faring race.
They plant crops and grow grapes on the lower slopes of the huge towering volcano,
everyone ignores the billowing clouds of steam issuing forth, they know they’re safe just as their pa...
Monday 6th February 2012 3:11 pm
not in God,
but in us,
in I and you,
what was lust
turned so quickly
to earth scorched
red as angry rust.
There ain't no God, Mister,
there ain't no God,
but those who believe
believe in what they must
until that final day
when boxed and earthed
we will return
ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.
Friday 3rd February 2012 12:42 am
Then… Airplane falling wreathed in fire, ruined
bonfire dragged down by gravity to a watery grave.
Broken machine resting on the seabed, silence
reigns in Deaths’ triumph.
Now… Test Pilot Feng Yi and five of his comrades flying
air tests on red China’s brand new J11 fighter.
Saw many old planes in formation, props and je...
Tuesday 17th January 2012 10:29 pm
Gone...to where the light is brighter
Gone...to where the load is lighter
Gone...to where no pain can smite her
Gone to meet her Maker.
Gone...to where there are no tears
Gone...to where there are no fears
Gone...to where death disappears
Gone to meet her Maker.
Gone...but always in the mind
Gone...to leave us far behind
Gone...to where she'll...
Saturday 14th January 2012 3:31 pm
If only I had known
what was happening,
If only I had known
where you lived.
If only I had known,
I would have gone
into your home.
I would have
taken you out.
If only I had known,
I would have taken
you into my home.
I would have fed you.
Tuesday 10th January 2012 7:58 pm
MINI METRO – CHEVROLET MATIZ
Sat in the back of a car – Mini Metro or Chevrolet Matiz –
just waiting for the crash. My crash part of our crash.
Pulping my flesh, tearing skin, crushing bones.
Severing my head as my unbroken left arm twitches –
nerve ending! At my eyes’ last sight.
Mini Metro comes to rest on its side, petrol pools and burns.
Other car gen...
Monday 9th January 2012 12:42 pm
He was planning to go with his mates to the fair
With the money he’d saved from his newspaper rounds.
He’d promised Leanne that he’d lend her a fiver
She’d promised to sneak out a six-pack of cider.
But crossing the road on the way to the grounds
She got killed by a hit-and-run driver.
He was planning to bike round the Cape of Good Hope
With the money he’d made from a day at the r...
Friday 6th January 2012 6:42 am
Hurricane fighter plane dives through clouds towards the ground,
he goes down through the thick grey murk, no one can see him or knows
where he is going.
His wingmen landed some time ago and still there is no trace of him.
Is he gone, his plane so many smashed pieces of metal or burnt ash?
The dogfight was fast and swift with many planes turning and r...
Tuesday 3rd January 2012 11:50 pm
The Secrets of the Salamander...
an alchemical misadventure!
Like a phoenix in the flames of forever I frolic, beyond deaths door no longer melancholic!
The gates of the grave behind me long gone, as into labyrinthine lands limp and lost I went on.
No end as conceived of while conscious came to bring a close,
to the chaos that continued all around me with thunderous fo...
Tuesday 3rd January 2012 2:19 pm