Poetry Blogs (Jan 2013)
The wind it tackles
The leaves and the litter
The leaves and the litter
The leaves and the past
The sun it dries
The paint and the puddles
The paint and the puddles
The paint and the past
I saw the land quickly approaching
the bend in the river
that soon would be passed
I saw her look
I knew she was leaving
The leaves and the puddl...
Thursday 31st January 2013 11:21 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Scales | Scales | Going knowing gone | Benefit cuts | Lovely Vale Park | What lay beneath | Advice to women |
A couple of WOL's hardiest veterans have spotted that the competition has attracted just 4 entries and have said strongly that the deadline should be extended (you know who you are and thanks for the interest!)
Therefore, to celebrate a cat's amazing possession of 9 lives, the deadline will be extended to 9th Feb (a Saturday). As well as the original themes, the poem may also be about or co...
Thursday 31st January 2013 11:17 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Jumping the queue | Cat. Prize competition last few days | Oddle Poddle | The Last Kiss | Cat. Prize competition |
When I was with the Coal Board I worked for some right bastards.
This wasn’t unusual. The Coal Board’s cultural style was what management gurus euphemistically call “heroic”. Managers were bastards and, to succeed, staff needed to emulate them if they wanted to become managers.
One particular manager I worked for could have made my life a misery were it not that I were so...
Thursday 31st January 2013 9:21 pm
Also by John Coopey:Samantha Louise and Sweet Sarah Jane | Hotel Fawlty Towers | Old Ladies | Honduras | Penis Penis | You've Met The Met | Gays (No Sex Please - We're Bishops) | Mr Gabardine Man - Part 2 | Sell-By Dates - The Great Rip-Off |
So many faces I’ve seen!
Now I do believe Darwin.
The patient was treated for jaundice,
The autopsy showed he was Chinese.
Rotten is well hidden and forgotten.
Do you mind?
Or you don't mind
because you don't have mind?
Thursday 31st January 2013 8:01 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:In the Beginning Was the Word... | Tomorrow | Rzhepicks 2013 |
Lady Jane Grey was little more
than a holiday home, a change of air;
Elizabeth Woodville was Long Stay –
students dreaded placement there.
Hers was a thicker atmosphere: moon-fogged
with menace throughout the year.
It’s the Western Australian Blue Mist, Doctor,
or else I’m losing my eyesight.
When a man said he wanted to meditate
it meant he wanted to ...
Thursday 31st January 2013 4:32 pm
The key of currency
is the changing of hands,
a baton passed on
in constant motion
that binds together
all its participants.
A fresh, crisp bill
is a virgin still,
between your fingers
and epic journey
are yet to unfold.
Thursday 31st January 2013 2:24 pm
I HATE love.
The way it clings to me.
Covertly finding a way in.
Gradually displacing my love of hatred.
there it is again!
oh! the crafty beautiful bastard!
Thursday 31st January 2013 2:18 pm
I said to myself I would like you
We had both been swimming
Against a tide
A thing worth having…
And all that
‘There isn’t a girl in this world that doesn’t like me’
I said to him
Wanting that to be true
And one day in floats you
Quietly striding the breadth
Of the living room
Expecting to see a monster
Thursday 31st January 2013 12:25 pm
Serious accidents involving police chases are more common than you think.
The pursued in a panic to get away drive to the brink.
A stampede ignites in the perpertrators brain and panic sets in,
Innocent lives abruptly ended,completely destroyed, a sin !
6/01/13 South London
A positive hit on the police car's automatic number recognition system percipitates panic,
Thursday 31st January 2013 9:20 am
Also by hugh:A miracle recovery for baby Sam | Clare Foges -this girl is on fire. | Anaesthetised !! | The last whine ! | Stamina rebuild advice for Stan the" stallion" goes wrong | Tasty Equine Segments,Customer Outrage !! | Accrington Victoria Hospital | The loneliness of Lucy | Is your driving licence valid ? | A callous and cowardly crime committed in Greenford, West London - 19/11/12. |
Thursday 31st January 2013 7:42 am
Also by Paul Sands:Iced | tallulah zeitlos | We Chose Hooks | Policy | Trip | Eye |
How We Used To Live.
When bestiaries were commonplace
and symbolised a path to grace,
the sheen that lights a raven’s wing
was held to be a common thing;
until such features lost ...
Thursday 31st January 2013 7:03 am
Wednesday 30th January 2013 11:55 pm
Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:My Dragon | Blue Lights, No Siren | The Latest Craze | Caught Between The Devil And A Dragon | How brave a poet | Four Leaf Clover | Rekindle cake (plus video performance attached at bottom) | Goodness Gracious - a video poem by Ged Thompson | While you sleep |
I was fit and feisty at fifty
It was no big deal
Because that's how half a century
Is supposed to feel.
In my sixties I'll take stock
Start making great plans
Ignoring all the 'you can'ts'
And embracing all the 'I cans'.
Can I be sexy at sixty?
And try all the fashions and fads
Wear stockings and suspenders
And Joan Collins shoulder pads.
I can deal with sexy at si...
Wednesday 30th January 2013 7:32 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:No Simple Life | Faded Firelight | Edward | ROBERT BURNS | The Grass Is Greener |
I'm the defective detective.
I marvel at the whiteness of frozen snow.
Left right upper leg.
Do you like beer?
No I like Ricky Gervais.
I'm inside the tumble dryer spinning in space.
Just made a hillinit bloody hooooot.
Why do I let the last 5 years drag me down?
Chained to me,
self destroying me from within.
I'm the Phantom Ray...
Wednesday 30th January 2013 6:57 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Sky Fight | poems from my new book THE RANTINGS OF A DAMAGED MIND co wrote with Mel... | PLANET EARTH | FLY | Cyanide Footsteps, Arsenic Touch | New Beginnings (by Mel) | Daddy's Poem by unknown poet | my new poem book co written with Mel Grobler |
Bright blue veins stretch a map across her belly,
giving no indication what’s happening underground.
Her hand cups the full-moon, the cusp of new life;
the woman dreams as cells are dividing, beginning.
A sudden panic of white coats round a monitor,
two on the phone, the others inflated with facts.
The woman no longer exists, she’s just a vessel grown in size
Wednesday 30th January 2013 5:12 pm
Streaker on the news.
Epileptics warned against
Wednesday 30th January 2013 12:11 pm
Also by Mark Niel:The Girl on the Jubilee Line |
A couple of hundred years ago, and a decade or two on top of that, the Poole Prawnmen found themselves in a perplexity. And there was a very good reason for that: it was all because of the King wanting to be at war with the French at that time. That was one of their traditions y'see – it had been going on for centuries that the English and the French took it in turns to declare war o...
Wednesday 30th January 2013 10:23 am
Also by Ledger de la Bald:Rum, Weedy and Bilgewater | A Tradition Saved |
Do tell me where I am, he said;
the men wear bras upon their head.
I said, I'm sure of where you are:
the Scottish town of Head-in-Bra.
Tuesday 29th January 2013 9:11 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:Margaret | Pop Up Poetry video | Thomas Malthus | Ambition | Horatius |
There’s always a way back home.
Maybe no one told you
But cement and brick last a long time,
Even when neglected.
You can disappear for a year or ten
Then come back again, to the street,
And watch history repeat
As memories breathe through old concrete.
And maybe it’ll seem strange to meet,
After all it was there I learnt life can be like
Tuesday 29th January 2013 7:28 pm
Also by Wez Jefferies:Fashion antithesis | 'Cos it's the ones that love you |
Tuesday 29th January 2013 3:32 pm
Also by David Blake:Futile Boundaries | Orange Garden | The Intruder |
By 5.45pm on a bitterly-cold day recently, following a call to the car mechanic, I'd had enough. Nothing was going right. Not the three new poems I was working on. Not my car. Nothing.
New furry hat on (thanks, Oonagh) then up the hill I went to the MASSIVE Ss Peter and Paul Church, New Brighton, Wirral (well, if you're gonna do 'Church Triumphant' you might as well do it New Brig...
Tuesday 29th January 2013 2:54 pm
Also by Steve Regan:Such misery - in Goole, Hull and Wigan |
There is a city, hidden in the sand
where few have visited. I understand
it glitters in the scorching noonday sun.
To find it is the dream of anyone
who feels that they deserve great wealth,
who follow, creeping like a sphinx, in stealth
to enter through the golden portals great -
answer a riddle and confirm their fate.
The city’s treasures are truly renown...
Tuesday 29th January 2013 12:48 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:january fairy | dead sheep |
Grasping at half-conscious illusions,
The new year arcs through the post-Christmas crash,
As philosophical ironies regarding love appeared before,
The most voluptuous scene,
And whether this love sought others,
Or only itself to please,
The difference is not always clear.
As such, the turn of the year has all watching,
As the time for a fresh start is ...
Tuesday 29th January 2013 11:37 am
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:The passing of the minute |
The sound of running footsteps,
"No, no, please don't" - then a scream.
The knives were out to kill that shout
And murder the hope and the dream.
Tuesday 29th January 2013 1:51 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:STREETWISE | MAN MADE RELIGION | WHERE ARE YOU GORDON BROWN? | NEW YEAR THOUGHTS |
Like a pristine field of snow
you glare back at me and I know
that even with the greatest will
I’ll never get the words to spill
upon your virgin gown.
I want to smudge the ashes of my dreams
upon your frigid, frozen streams
that when the summer sun’s aglow
lap gently with a lazy flow
caressing inspiration from my brow.
Monday 28th January 2013 11:32 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Vermin | Yggdrasil | Twelfth Night |
There's a man on death row who knows he's guilty and deserves to die
for what he's done; he's been waiting 7 years for his final release
to come, and with another 7 years to go before he can be...
Monday 28th January 2013 7:07 pm
Also by Philip Fletcher:Sir Patrick Moore. | HOMOGYNY. | HI-DIDDLE-DE-DE. |
Salt spray the sensation you’d think to miss,
the heaving deck your only anchor
as the sun rises on set sails
and the canon roars.
A shout into oblivion, the black
trajectory of the missile falling
short, creating a fountain of brine
while the mate mouths
oaths and the captain shouts.
Blood on the decks as all hands
wield mops and pails ...
Monday 28th January 2013 6:33 pm
Also by Tony Earnshaw:Olympics in Dorking |
That Google thrill;
seeing your name overtake
drain clearers, garage owners,
estate agents, even playwrights.
Habit had to be fed,
became second nature.
Alarmingly easy. Just change
a location, you’re on to a winner.
Imitation built a growing
offers to publish
a first collection. That
MA in creative writing.
Monday 28th January 2013 9:13 am
Millions of flames.
The one left
must burn forever.
Monday 28th January 2013 12:20 am
....That 'White Iced Rain' is falling again,
the Winter scene all white and plain ...
That Winter white glow,
ooooo 'tis cold ya know!'
Children play snow men grow ...
Out in morn 'where's the car'
its all so white can see so far!
Winter Woolies come out,
gloves come on,
birds fly high,
where's their bread gone!!
Sunday 27th January 2013 3:14 pm
I felt nothing at first.
Just the loud crack of a distant whip, the echo
Bouncing through the crumbling streets and fetid alleyways,
Painted with the stench of unintentional sacrifices
And scorched by the Middle Eastern sun.
He can see me, this one, even now,
Staring down the lens like a wayward sailor scanning distant rocks for Sirens,
Tempting him to death.
He’s watching me cr...
Sunday 27th January 2013 11:59 am
Also by Simon Austin:In Your Skin | Oh Darkness, Sweet Darkness | Giants of the Earth | Mortality |
For two days and two nights we architect a megalomania
in defiance. Disguised in stray abandon amongst oblivious streets.
Scavenging on Oxford Street you buy skinny black jeans and converse.
Just like mine. We shamelessly crawl sex shops for new toys
and sully Soho square’s benches with marijuana smoke.
You recite poetry loudly, off the cuff of your duffle coat,
Sunday 27th January 2013 8:17 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Grief | Should I tell her? | Utterly disobedient poetess... | Choice or Dilemma? |
The magician cat.
Folds it front feet underneath
where they disappear
Sunday 27th January 2013 3:25 am
At the door you turned back to me
And smiled so I would believe.
You said you would be back by November
And it wouldn’t be another lonely winter
Well, the leaves on the ground already came
And a cold grey sky is all that remains.
Saturday 26th January 2013 9:22 pm
Big and hairy
Small and smooth
We come as a pair
Dirty or clean
Our work can be seen
We do dishes
Can be soft as you like
You’ll often find us
Round an open mike
Or screwed up tight
We can be left
And we can be right
Catch us in the act
You’ll find we are red
Use us to stand upright
Saturday 26th January 2013 3:31 pm
Saturday 26th January 2013 1:37 pm
This is an ekphrasis on L'Agonie by Felicien Rops.
Sonnet on Death
Demons clutch at your rib-cage ladder
Grasping the arteries, choking your veins
Your bones are now fragile and ready to shatter
Oh dear, you're looking quite pale.
Your bloodless skin is as thin as paper
With cavities where worms slither in.
A struggling heart still resisting the Taker...
Friday 25th January 2013 7:53 pm
Shame - the greatest shambles; a sham
sex and guilt, beauty and modesty; molest
pitted in the stomach like acid,
spat swallowed pity, feeding starvation, an unquenchable famish, unsensibly sore
malnourished habits die hard, and lonely, resentfully
twisting and turning and diving, deprived
Lies for eyes, for ears and the nose; twitch
flies on the flesh of ...
Friday 25th January 2013 5:48 pm
Also by Ludo:2012 | Education | The Formula for Art |
And thought to find in the dawn’s smoky gloom
But when she touched his damp cheek
He asked, ‘Are we still in our roles?’
His shuddering breath betrayed
The cold question.
‘Yes,’ she answered kindly, ‘we are.’
But ... Oh … Oh!
The light was cruel.
Friday 25th January 2013 3:21 pm
Okay fine folk of Write Out Loud……….and Nick! It was bin some time nuw that myself have written anything of umour, most of my werk pondering the more makaber of lifes machinashions. To this end, myselv have conduced a piece of wirk that gos some way into eleeviating the prejudism that is a-ssosiated with the more eldery of our populous. It is a werk that took some...
Friday 25th January 2013 2:55 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:The Sad Loss | Out of Darkness | A Planet Soul of Solitude | Gulf War Syndrome (Updated) |
Its cold outside
And Winter in my soul
The virgin snowfall numbs my thoughts
And my eyes and ears are frozen whole
Still cold and colder still
Passion frozen as passion will
And still the snowflakes fall
As silently as a snowflake tends to fall
As cold as cold can be
And the heat within means nothing
It’s the heat from a thousand words in moti...
Thursday 24th January 2013 7:45 pm
Also by Steve:Ode To A Long Lost Lover | Mum | The Middle of The Night | Black Sunday | This Morning | Man In The Mirror | Past Lives | That Place |
It came to pass that my bum turned to farce,
A horrid soreness had came bulging through,
At first unsure, I did not have a clue
About the grapes now glowing from my arse.
It came to pass that ideal idea shone,
And cost of treatment would be just some pence,
No reason now to sit astride the fence
When cured I could be soon with problem gone.
Thursday 24th January 2013 6:05 pm
Also by Nick Clifton:Foot of Snow | Cute and Slim | Ten Points | New Year Forecast |
(A revised post from my vanished blogs)
Hers was a beauty shear and clear and clean!
……………A beauty born to break
Across the placid sight of placid men,
Leaving such lovely turbulence in its wake
That they be never - ever - the same again.
Thursday 24th January 2013 12:09 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:Should he go to Specsavers? |
Over weight, plump face Full plate, In front of your, 40 inch plasma, The afore, the size of your waist, Metaphorically and physicaly so, As you gorge before, Images of underprivileged folk, As you waddle past skeletons, On the high street, I hope your feet meet, The position of what your eyes see. How is it, as the world turns Calories are burned quicker, somewhere in the t...
Wednesday 23rd January 2013 11:18 pm
The wind that blows
in a breath of time
has no borders,
as it sings new ways
like flickering waves
across the sea.
Wednesday 23rd January 2013 7:01 pm
Also by Carla Tombacco:In the maze |
I got a rhythm deep inside o me
Dat mek me want ta move n dance
Mi go to da salsa class n tek a chance
I put mi dancin shoes on n me come alive
Dis bruddah is groovin n dats no jive
I got nothing ta say n I aint walkin
Im shakin my ting n lettin my feet do da talkin
Everybody is funkin n turnin up da heat
Wednesday 23rd January 2013 11:52 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Ma Third Eye |
Published on Halfway Down The Stairs
Wednesday 23rd January 2013 11:31 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Electric Blue (for Avital) |
Tuesday 22nd January 2013 2:41 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Silence | Winter Hour | Handwriting |
photo credit: Deanna Towne
There is no clean slate
No blank sheets of paper
To write our lives on
We palimpsestically erase
And rewrite existence like
And rescaping canvas
With images telling new stories
Often by another painter
In some other time
With alterative visions
No story is complete
Life goes on in ways
Tuesday 22nd January 2013 1:23 am
Sat here on facebook.
Should be writing poetry.
"Stop messing! Start work!"
Writing a haiku
about writing a haiku
is really boring.
She always uses
it's so annoying!
Monday 21st January 2013 10:33 pm
Also by Matthew Derbyshire:Inbox Me | Another Ugly Duckling | Not Good Enough |
Monday 21st January 2013 8:13 pm
The curtains a cocoon
which I have outgrown
though I dare not venture out
my wings maimed
by an internal eternity.
Some days they open
as the sunlight shines
and snow falls
yet it remains a parallel world
a door to an unfamiliar universe
Even inside plates pile up
like a porcelain possum
Monday 21st January 2013 1:36 pm
Also by IndigoAngelUshiku:In Soviet Russia... | That's so gay |
I have a rat in my kitchen
he's grinding his baccy stained teeth
under his sticky brown moustache
he strains his throat to speak
'you want to forget about this '
'incase you get old'
'you write a good poem,
you have potential'.
He does a bit of this and that this rat
nothing more penetrative
no less pervasive than a lull, a lazy dull
Sunday 20th January 2013 4:27 am
We are Pros and Coms and are new to Write Out Loud. We were told this is were the cool poets hang out and we want to hang with you. From time to time we have 5 poetry slots on our bill if you are from liverpool and the surrounding area we would invite you to be a part of it. At the minute the only reward we can offer are the sound of clapping from our lovely audience. So please...
Saturday 19th January 2013 9:11 pm
inspired by a brilliant accidental radio remark
families living in poverty?
no one lives in poverty now
me dad was killed in the mines in ‘49
me mum had to bring up seven of us on next to nowt
I was talking with another old boy
about how tough it was in our day
how easy these young folks ‘ave it now
‘I know, ‘ ‘e says, ‘if you was cold when I w...
Friday 18th January 2013 9:05 pm
Watch my video. If you want that is. It's alright.
Friday 18th January 2013 5:11 pm
Fall like snow
Degrees of memories
Bits of paper flutter
Along the pavement
Get to work, boy!
I would like to wish you all
A really nice, safe new year
Taking stock of empty boxes
Mrs Browne is a mean old witch.
Thursday 17th January 2013 11:52 am
Thirty silent clocks;
estate of an elderly man
who hoarded time in his bungalow
until each piece was spent
and he became time bankrupt.
I choose one for its looks,
wind it up like an old fashioned toy,
smile at its resuscitated tick-tock.
But on my mantle piece
it clamours above TV and chat,
raising its voice when I leave the room
Thursday 17th January 2013 9:57 am
I wrote this poem a few years ago. I wrote it to be bad on purpose.
Wednesday 16th January 2013 9:18 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Sweet Isabella |
I could stand here ranting and raving all night
just telling you how is it
you may not sympathise
you may think im a little mad
but i can tell you all this
its all a little bit sad
so please listen up and hear what i say
im gonna tell you about someone
... who is close to me you see
its my first born, my eldest my Liam and me
My son you see he's a specimin uniq...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 1:48 pm
Also by Kerry-Marie Fisher:soul scorcher!! | smashed | Another Year | Beneath Me | No No |
begins dark, ends black
mistletoe rituals barren
plastic berries hang above
moonlit passionless mouths
ring out the bells,
bring out your dead
hearts stopped, enclosed in
holly red wreaths mocking
Tuesday 15th January 2013 5:33 pm
See we've all been naive and we didn't believe
But God knows I've tried to change and to hide,
That multi layered image of me
You're dressed up to the nines with the stars in your eyes
For me, I'm as cute as a corpse in a suit,
Just trying to look a little alive
Come swish around town in your old hand-me-downs
It's a scene from...
Tuesday 15th January 2013 5:33 pm
Also by Daniel Smith:I'm Not John Lennon |
This Thursday Night - 17th January
'Wirral Ode Show'
poetry open mic night
8pm for an 8:30 Start
The 'Egremont Ferry Hotel'
We welcome ALL poets from near and far to a warm, friendly and inclusive open mic poetry night at a wonderfully picturesque real ale pub that overlooks the river Mersey.
No closed set list...
Tuesday 15th January 2013 4:09 pm
“Praise His Name With Dancing”
Thomas went a-dancing
One sunny Sunday morn,
All up and down the hall, for
They did not have a lawn
Quite like the Vicar had, which
Was grand, and never trod
Upon by dancing children.
Or young-at-heart – or God…..
And Thomas kept on dancing
Until he heard the call:
“It’s time for church, so Thomas...
Tuesday 15th January 2013 2:41 pm
fortune is a fickle friend
smiles when you don't need her
leaves you like you a falling leaf
a mimicking procedure
Sunday 13th January 2013 10:30 pm
In the heat
My senses pinball
Arse to arse
As I scan
I finish my
Fuel a move
Sunday 13th January 2013 1:04 pm
You can’t expect
To know when the ghosts will come,
When paused in the hallway
Of an elderly neighbour
The scent of white lilies
Has you unexpectedly
Clearing your throat and
Excusing your exit
How minor the threads
That can tease out tears.
How mysterious the cues
When on the grand day
Set aside for such things
The wind had you as cold as stone.
Now in a kitchen
To a symphony of warm bread
And nodding lilie...
Saturday 12th January 2013 7:59 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Paxos |
(up from the samples for a bit of air and blog-light)
(All through summer)
It`s a fall! A drop!
Sheer from the top
Joy to the sight it is.
A drape! A cape!
Sleek on her neck`s nape,
A helmet of light it is.
It`s a spilled sluice
Of gold juice
At the vintage-squeeze it is.
(The slight stir
Of one hair...
Saturday 12th January 2013 4:18 pm
Saturday 12th January 2013 8:04 am
Also by Lynn Dye:Georgie Porgey |
A plane scratches the clear blue sky
leaving a milky blemish on the virgin canvas.
A posse of rabbits bob and weave in a meadow
of buttercups and daisies
until their playtime is interrupted by the bark of a dog.
Ears alert, noses twitching and eyes scanning the terrain,
they disappear in unison to their underground bunkers.
A large bull controls the adjac...
Friday 11th January 2013 4:59 pm
There is nothing worse than
a poem about poetry.
That was until I wrote
a poem about poetry
that’s about poetry.
Friday 11th January 2013 12:57 pm
[tarmac touch supply chain shackle
dead land sprung mixing
business flow pleasure
cargo fed artery drip
green belt boundary destination
misplaced motor-way expansion
catharsis false anatomy
road sweep strategy
cultural access invader hard shoulder
systematic appetite number
lowest common denominator
stamped queue disc...
Wednesday 9th January 2013 5:33 pm
It hurts again in my head again
Wide asleep into the bright blinding light
Sick of the sight again
Of the long cold night again
Pain an always ever
Never warm in my bed again
Tuesday 8th January 2013 12:09 pm
Something to cheer you up....... i hope :)
Look at that moon; it’s beautiful he said,
As he pulled the covers over his weary head,
It’s so full and round and plump and bright,
I will find it difficult to sleep tonight,
What are you on about his wife asked shy,
I see no moon up in that sky,
I only see stars and clouds and a plane,
I’m sure you’re going quite insane,
I’m not going mad, s...
Monday 7th January 2013 4:23 pm
Also by tina:Him | another summer of discontent |
A chance to win a big cash prize, to read your poem the prize-giving event and for publication in an anthology of winning poems. All proceeds go to Cardiac Risk in the Young.
The SCJ Poetry Prizes
The Themes: Childhood. Culture. Education. (Themes may be broadly interpreted.)
Prizes Adults: 1st £1000 2nd £700 3rd £300...
Monday 7th January 2013 3:14 pm
(Written for a friends wedding day)
Love & Be Loved
When the Black Country met Ribble Valley
From the Hyndburn district of Lancashire
An I do a yes and a kiss to digest
Was all he could ever ask of her
Do I love you on bended knee
They would guess the answer was yes
Once buried deep in a Detroit vault
All the words meant the world nonetheless
She sits ast...
Monday 7th January 2013 8:12 am
I'm sorry for ignoring some. Ignoring some was not a pun. Thank you all for lovely comments, to be more sociable is a promise. New year is here, to start afresh. No mess.
Monday 7th January 2013 1:28 am
TALKING TO THE WALL COS THE HAND AINT LISTENING
(A FACEBOOK POEM)
How are you doing?
I’m doing nothing.
What’s going on?
How are you feeling?
Why talk to me?
Because you asked.
Do you need to tell me something?
What I had for my tea.
What is the point?
To make a point.
And what would that be?
Ham, egg and c...
Sunday 6th January 2013 10:15 pm
The Armed Man
Stands within the shadows of the darkness his palms sweaty from clenching the rope
the rope he used upon me to bind me, to bind me, to bind me to the platform to be his sacrifice, He tied me down tight stripping and cutting away my clothes till i lay there naked breathing heavily screaming to be released
He towers over me looking down upon me, his body tort clenched with anticipation...
Saturday 5th January 2013 10:30 pm
Also by Anna Grinter:can you feel it |
Saturday 5th January 2013 2:50 pm
The gentle stream it trickles calmly flowing through the valley.
The pace of life so easy now with lightweight cares to carry.
Into the river so we drift the current’s gaining speed and
then the trips a little uneasy now, we’ve got to navigate somehow.
The eddies turn we flow with them avoiding all collisions.
Quick thinking marks our every move to calculate decision.
Saturday 5th January 2013 1:21 pm
Saturday 5th January 2013 5:10 am
I’m going to be a model
I’ve got a master scheme,
To nip the spots and wrinkles
And be a catwalk queen.
I think I’ll have some botox
To end my facial frown
And then I’ll try a detox
(I can almost see my crown!)
I’ll go for liposuction
To midriff, rear, and thighs,
It will be my introduction
Thursday 3rd January 2013 10:29 pm
Un café e un limoncello
A coffee and a limoncello
Dopo il pranzo
Un café e un limoncello
I am captivated by ritual
For me food and drink
Have to mean something
Dopo il riso , dopo il vino
Per piacere, please
Un café e un limoncello
After the rice, after the wine
There’s plenty of time
For a ...
Thursday 3rd January 2013 8:26 pm
Eyes On A Winter Page
Your eyes are on my winter page,
Each word like breath and fallen flowers,
While I have rhymes for many needs,
And treasures for the passing hours.
And did you read Gerontius,
Where Newman spoke of raging dreams,
Where hands offend to common prayer,
And Cranmer penned the precious reams.
I ponder and I quicken wit,
Thursday 3rd January 2013 10:12 am
By its nature writing is for the most part a solitary business which is why sites like WOL are great to keep in touch, share ideas, post poetry etc.
For this reason I've started a *new* community over at Google +. You may love or hate social media and personally I detest the whole Facebook thing but I have fund that the new...
Wednesday 2nd January 2013 7:06 pm
[to the tune of Johnny Cash's "40 shades of green"]
I close my eyes as you reach
for the nipple clamps
they sting as you attach them
Have they been dipp’d in chilli?
I catch my breath and listen
as you tie me to the bed
with barb’d wire and silk rope
the blindfold sure hurts my head
But most of all I wish to kiss
a thousand times ...
Wednesday 2nd January 2013 6:03 pm
Here is a link to my poem about a day at IKEA
Wednesday 2nd January 2013 2:28 pm
Tuesday 1st January 2013 11:52 pm