Poetry Blogs (2013)
Tuesday 31st December 2013 10:48 pm
The Fifty-Ninth Minute
Don’t jump oh Lord,
Do not ponder expectations of living here,
Give yourself some room to manoeuvre
And sway instead the rhythm of life
As blues take an arbitrary hold,
For we are old and tired,
And sick of living lies.
All our collective tears,
All our raging hysterics flowing
Salt, water, emotion,
Are not apparen...
Tuesday 31st December 2013 12:52 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:World | Growing Up | PLAYING POKER ON TRAINS | Wings | The Dying | TV People |
So...it's out with the Old
And in with the New,
But please remember
Whatever you do -
Let the Old serve its purpose
And be a reminder
To make sure the New
Finds us better and kinder!
Monday 30th December 2013 4:44 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a repeated post | BUYING GIFTS | CHRISTMAS IN LONDON TOWN | SIXTIES' COOL | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS (2) | CHRISTMAS SNOW - 2013 and beyond |
Dry today and a powder blue sky
Liquid rays paint rubber plant shadows on the back wall
I ignore the “to do” list and read to John Coltrane
“You should be outside on day like this” voices my mother
“Got his nose stuck in a book again” mutters my father.
I could be sweeping up fallen leaves
Brushing the muddy path
Raking the moss
A fire perhaps to glorify a win...
Monday 30th December 2013 11:09 am
All we can do makes no difference
All that we see makes it worse
All that we feel is more pain
All that we say is useless
All that we are is dust
All that we want is
We take the
I know that I loved you,
And more than a little,
But now you are gone.
Too heartless to beat,
Too lonely to need,
Too empty to c...
Sunday 29th December 2013 3:32 pm
Also by Ian Beckett:Prison - Mandela thoughts |
After the sun has decided to sleep,
You have spread your kingdom so feary,
With this a terror has made a peep,
That has made my life so teary.
Mother has pictured you as a ghost,
And warned me not to scream,to escape,
So in sleep,I tried hard to get lost,
But in fear of you,sleep did escape.
Over bed I was left helpless,
Searching a weapon to kill you,
Sunday 29th December 2013 9:55 am
photo credit: Kari Musil
Like whiskey aged
Remembered for it’s bite
Some flavors are acquired taste
Between dark history
And magic fairies
Is a legacy of ghosts
Who will not be stilled
By death or passage into
Weeds are designated
By those with shallow perspectiv...
Sunday 29th December 2013 3:31 am
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):House Of Harris |
It was two seventee-een
when I saw this plastic quee-een
and the way she looked was like a dirty mare
so I quickly got shut of Patricia
when I saw Miss Santa there.
Her plazzy eyes glanced at me-ee
and I-I could see-ee
that before my nob got soft
we'd be in bed yip-pee-ee!
shes not got a big pvc brother-yaye!
but I hope a hole two to spare.
Well my appe...
Sunday 29th December 2013 12:03 am
I paint myself inspired, intense,
dismayed but remain just a fat old man
who can’t get laid
such a contrary slut
bathing myself in the corporate filth
served in styrofoam cups
the master of diversion
the circus is in town
maybe now is my chance
to pull up and over and run away
with a tired old sawdust queen
sold as seen
amidst this arrid contemplation
Saturday 28th December 2013 8:42 pm
Also by Paul Sands:grey sky drinking | Free Poetry Book | did I ever say I was “good people”? | where there are fish you will often find bicycles (in six days god did what?) | Paper |
Hung Out To Dry
If God the father sent Christ to die
For the sins of you and I,
Wear a crown of thorns, bleed and cry
Oh dad you've hung me out to dry,
Forsaken me, nailed me high (heave and sigh) -
Then I don't understand the truth,
Of this cosmic act of child abuse.
Where one cannot do otherwise, blame
Cannot be assigned. Judas & the Jews
Constrained, fitted up, put in the frame,
A suicide null and void. A...
Saturday 28th December 2013 6:10 pm
Her PERFUME was like a vapour trail.
She flew in THAT sky.
She CLIMBED higher and higher.
Friday 27th December 2013 8:39 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Hex contains swearing | Meeting | What's Your Name? | HIS LATEST FLAME/FUGITIVE | ROUND ONE | Eclipsing Karin’s Fracture |
Probably my last blog of 2013 so all the very best for the New Year everyone;
Time is in the moment
The moment is in the deed
The deed is in the action
The action is in the need
Time is in the moment
The moment of the choice
The choice is in the substance
The substance gives us a voice.
Time is in the moment
The moment of the voice
The voice is in the message
The lips ...
Friday 27th December 2013 7:55 pm
Also by Steve:Our House | View From the Urban Jungle |
i know not who dwells in my brain,
maybe its you, maybe its him.
maybe its the morphine,
in my blood stream.
or maybe its just my lucid dream.
Friday 27th December 2013 6:54 pm
Also by Lory Gaur:that silence.. | yellow | the music turns away |
Surviving Christmas last year
Your eyes changed colour
At the end of it
Underneath the lamp
Near the window,
Breathing half submerged
Mirroring the quietness
Of the road outside
Except for the memory
Of that last drink
Scattered on the floor.
Friday 27th December 2013 11:19 am
Also by Gray Nicholls:Strange Love |
Yo hear me now; yo lissen hear
It’s time to wrap dis time o year
So all yo sisters an yong bloodz
Spread de word ararnd yo hudz
So trolleys up an baggies darn
An turn dat Burby cap ararn
An all dem Aldiz an best dealz
Gimme what yo got fo realz
Scent fo sis, dem socks fo bro
An Advoca fo ma fo sho. Yo!
Check out yo knowin which is which
Friday 27th December 2013 7:48 am
Also by John Coopey:Aggie the Elephant | In The Grotto | Hey There, Vagina | I Miss The Man That I Used To Be | Fairy Lights | I Blame That Prawn Vindaloo |
Trying to understand
my place in this complicated world,
my soul was sorely troubled -
And He whispered to me softly.
Trying to comprehend
my divine purpose within His Family,
my desires were unfocused -
And He whispered to me gently.
By giving myself completely to Him,
I found absolute abundance
that's sustained by Salvation's foundation -
And He whispered to me quietly...
"Well done ...
Thursday 26th December 2013 6:03 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: White for Harvest | Poem: Why Would You Love Me? | Poem: The Partridge in the Pear Tree | Poem: Drawn To You | Poem: Brought to Enlightenment | Poem: Fragile, Flawed and Easily Broken | Poem: New Age Spirituality | Poem: Immortality | Poem: Show of Hands |
Chasing patterns around the ceiling
in the half-light
Chasing patterns around the mind
with myself dickering
hunting for the right
Chasing patterns around you
so little bickering
you’re a delight
Thursday 26th December 2013 12:01 pm
Merry Christmas, my dear friends!
At this holy feast let's hold out hands!
Let’s think and dream of the best!
You are all my dearest and blessed.
Without you I can’t imagine my life,
And with you I can stand any strife.
Long awaited Christmas has come!
For me and you it’s a true momentum.
The holy star, my friends, has lightened,
The whole world for us has brightened.
The star’s the harbinger of...
Thursday 26th December 2013 10:44 am
...along the shoreline water's edge ...I skim across its foaming roar, ...I see her standing on the ledge... of rock and waiting wanting more...
foto and words Tommy Carroll
Wednesday 25th December 2013 9:43 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Nelson: good cop - bad cop | Hold me - when does the giving ever stop? |
you crawl from the damp earth
where we buried you last year
your gnarled fingers scraping
away from the soil
reaching for the skies
who tip their tears upon your
outstretched pleading aspirations
dying ice crystals melt around
your roots chilling your heart
turning your petals to snow
you dance a lazy swaying waltz
urged on by an insistent breeze
blanching the green...
Wednesday 25th December 2013 6:37 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Christmas Eve | Iconoclast |
(the word was)
(and dwelt among us)
A happy, peaceful, (and merry)
Christmas to all my fellow poets
Wednesday 25th December 2013 10:11 am
Bedraggled and lonely
Gently gnawing nails
they sit on a heap of refuse
THEY — called by many
A wacky tale-bearer
The cord of time stretches
Speech is let loose
Hear the traffic
In falsehood cease
Hear marooned voices
Wednesday 25th December 2013 4:08 am
Also by Justin:PULSATIONS | DREAM TALK | PEACE ROAMS THE STREETS |
It starts as nothing more than air.
The curl of frozen breath or a
hint of smoke collapsed on the wind
icing latent tress laid bare.
Carried through winter's dark womb
of hard silver frosts. Muted snow
a million silent lights, sharp
in the stiffening cold, a harp-
song of hope. Until suddenly
it's obvious. Obvious like
the moon, full on a cloudless night,
Wednesday 25th December 2013 1:05 am
Also by Andy Ainsworth:Hidden horizons | Hidden horizons |
It was Christmas Eve in the Abbey
And we sat on pilgrim pew
Tomb- hedged by The Oppressed
Or History’s Victors blessed.
The candles were all flickering
On martyrs at their rest
And the politics of certainty
Cast shadows at my feet.
The heavy door gusted open
Like musket- hammered wood,
I retraced intent to keep the warmth
But turned at frosted breath.
Tuesday 24th December 2013 11:01 pm
best wishes folks
A Gift x
Waiting in the queue
As far back as the eyes can see
To get you something
For all the things you’ve done for me
Priceless, you gave it free
Held my hand when sadness swept over me
A smile at the end of a long day.
I’m paying you back in a small way
Waiting in the queue,
Tired after a long day....
Tuesday 24th December 2013 8:22 pm
THE BOMB THAT DIDN'T EXPLODE
It’s still remembered today
The bomb that didn’t explode
That crashed through the church ceiling
During the Second World War
Sparing some three hundred lives
A replica may be seen
Here in the vestry corner
At St Mary’s in Mosta
With photos of the soldiers
Called to make the real bomb safe
And despite votive candles...
Tuesday 24th December 2013 8:06 pm
There was a star that I once prayed to like me it was stuck out in space
Till one day it fell and I followed suit when I woke I remember your face
Suddenly the darkness was replaced by the spark of us and the way your lips taste
Everyday an urgency to be next to you no more time is waste
A new definition of hurt I've come to know to want someone this way
I'll never hold back when intwined in...
Tuesday 24th December 2013 6:50 pm
Tuesday 24th December 2013 9:45 am
Also by Andy N:For Nelson Mandela |
The Quiet Compere Tour is supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England.
Manchester – The Three Minute Theatre - Friday 31st January 2014
York – The Cityscreen Basement Bar - Friday 28th February 2014
Birmingham – MAC Hexagon - Friday 21st March 2014
Kendal – Brewery Arts Centre - Saturday 26th April 2014
Liverpool – Blackburne House Café - Frid...
Monday 23rd December 2013 1:47 pm
Only seen a photograph
Will she be fat
Will she be thin.
Will she smell of Garlic
Are her toes crooked.
Are her teeth straight
Does she squint.
I want all of this
Perhaps not the Garlic.
She will be sweet
She will be loving.
Her nature pure
Loving and sure.
Will he be fat
Will he be thin.
Just between th...
Monday 23rd December 2013 4:37 am
Also by Leslie Smith:Brittle Wings | Petals | Astrologist | Living with a Self Harmer | Music | The Robins Nest | The Nameless Baby | Waiting to Fly | Cyprus Today | North Cyprus Advocates | Falling | Internet Dating | The Fairy | The friend that was | One Star | The Cart | Bye your Side | Carob Cottage |
Blurred years roll in and out of mind.
Old stones thrown to ripple stilled lakes
show, how supple experience can be.
Pleats in the cloth were absurdities.
Revealed, in retrospect, as feet
firming the sand of our foundation.
Now we stand on stone, solid
as Stockport’s viaduct on hay.
The river flows below us, as we watch
guttering lanterns float away,
and trains cross to othe...
Sunday 22nd December 2013 7:41 pm
There is a love that goes unimagined
Running deep within the spirit,
One that doesn’t show every thought
Nor the fleeting gestures that it might merit.
Yet it is so true and strong unimagined
Weaving strands of diamond thread,
One that isn’t always on display
But yet is saluted in the very stars instead.
It will be there in worlds unimagined
Outshining all thin...
Saturday 21st December 2013 11:11 pm
The trendiest party in all of town
At least trendy by my book
I've brought with me a six pack of ale
And an epicurean look
The host he is a top notch guy
I sit next to him in English
My invite is far from secure
And may have been relinquished
As I enter this terraced house
My heartbeat starts to soar
Hipsters, skinheads, rugby lads
All mope across the flo...
Saturday 21st December 2013 10:56 am
Also by Piss Poor Poet:Lost in the Supermarket |
Lulled and startled-
Bleeding by the babbling brook of the caged telly
Lulled and startled-
Snapped bones jar at the swish of the double doors
That shroud the curses of fun loving nurses
Skin as raw and cold as corn beef
Some teath broken
From biting the apple
This man has been picked on
All his life
He’s been squashe...
Saturday 21st December 2013 1:09 am
Also by CathyLCrabb:Gifts |
Friday 20th December 2013 10:47 pm
Also by the #week-trending:Seven days |
There was a black cat on a grave
He did not want to misbehave
He was abandoned there
And it was just not fair
But then he attended the Zombie Rave
This Limerick was inspired
by "Limerick Friday"/Facebook
Friday 20th December 2013 5:55 pm
I remember looking up,
holding your big hand;
the moon large and bright
just like it is tonight --
we walked hand in hand
as we talked of dreams
and visiting far away lands.
I remember looking down
at my shoes, hands on my lap
as I was told to apply myself --
just hunker down;
I alone had to make my path
no talk of dreams or wishes
until the work before me was done.
Friday 20th December 2013 1:32 pm
The 2nd January.
Our next event is not until the 16th of January (3rd week in January).
Happy Christmas everyone!
Thursday 19th December 2013 5:30 pm
Also by Chris Co:ThePoetry Spoke Christmas Party/Glenys' leaving do! |
Live in my house
But do not leave a footprint
Upon my life.
No cup nor plate
To mark your passing.
No hair on brush
No careless towel
In blameless bathroom.
No toasted crumb
No waste nor wrap
On flawless floor
No ill placed bag
Nor muddied boot
In hallowed hall.
I will ignore the path
I see you take.
Wednesday 18th December 2013 11:13 pm
Wednesday 18th December 2013 5:06 pm
I goes by the name of frosty don’t you know
A cool snowman who is the star of the show
Hey happy seasonal people I got nowhere to go
I am stuck to the spot watching the festive glow
Just saw a reindeer fly across the night sky
Santa rocking by on a sleigh said yo ho ho ho hi
Three dudes going by the name of the wise men
Asked me the way to the town of Bethlehem
I looked up ...
Tuesday 17th December 2013 1:47 pm
They treat me like im made out of glass. That im so fragile ready to break at any second. Yeah, I got cracks all over my body, but doesn’t mean if I take one more step that I will shatter. But the cracks somehow keep showing up and im freaking out cause I don’t want anyone to see. All I need them to think is that im strong and unbreakable. That nothing can take me down.
All I hear is you g...
Monday 16th December 2013 11:49 pm
Also by Emily:Doll | The gun to your head will NOT save you sir | What Ive Seen. |
Although we stare until our eyes go fuzzy
nothing stirs, no whisker, not a nostril.
The pond has want of life but we live hopeful:
the fringing sedge is dense, the water scuzzy
and these impediments can well excuse the
absence of movement. At least we have a photo,
a snap displaying capybara profiles,
unmistakable if somewhat muzzy.
A quarter hour ago the pair revealed
their forms i...
Monday 16th December 2013 11:09 am
Also by Tim Ellis:Poem for Nelson Mandela. |
Here it is - recorded by the lovely Joy France at the Tudor crimbo party last Thursday! For some reason, it won't work from the blog entry but it will on the Comments box! Meh. See below :)
Monday 16th December 2013 10:37 am
Also by Laura Taylor:McGarrigle’s Glasgow |
I will never let you know
They same time heals pain
Breaking up then seemed sane
But the happy memories last
The pain is shrouded in the past
I did not think
That when I hear your name my heart would sink
And now I feel a fool
As I try and play it cool
When I see you my resolve begins to flake
I try to hide it for my own sake
Yet I am haunted by the ...
Sunday 15th December 2013 8:05 pm
I remember the day my heart spoke to me, it cried out in a voice of pain.
Begging me, pleading with me, eventually persuading me, to take charge and make change to my life.
In a beat of that heart, my mind was changed.
I had crumbled at the realisation to what suffering I had caused myself and others around me.
I cried with hurt and remorse, with a serious aching, a sadness in my soul....
Sunday 15th December 2013 7:27 pm
I would like to stay on site to follow someone who uses a pen name, but I feel there is much more to life than poetry,internet sites,books ect.
I love my life despite all the ups and down.
I have had a fascinating life full of richness and packed with laughter but those experiences don't make good poems.
I managed to get mum to go in a wheelchair we spent 3 hrs in town and tesco and laugh...
Sunday 15th December 2013 5:29 pm
Saturday 14th December 2013 2:50 pm
Also by c byrne:Marine A(tkins) |
(with apologies to Michael Jackson)
They told him Christmas time is getting so near
Don't want to go shopping you'd better look right here
The goods are there and the instructions are clear
So click it, just click it
You better order stuff whenever you can
The Trafford Centre is one big traffic jam
Just sit back, wait for the delivery van
So click it - cos you nee...
Saturday 14th December 2013 10:04 am
THE MIND F***ER
I sit there. My hands are shaking and my brain is in so many sections....
like a shattered mirror whose pieces never fit quite right anymore...
I never wanted to go into the A&E but he and she said I should else something bad occurs.
I go... bitter and twisted about the experience, but I go.
I sit waiting in the reception. I'm scared and I'm worried about those peopl...
Friday 13th December 2013 6:36 pm
Also by Aaron Dinsdale:BULLY | Meadowell | The Ballad of Lou Reed | Until the Light Goes Out | Day One |