Poetry Blogs (Oct 2013)
Ode To My Bro
A personal homage!
You’re my brother!
And it’s sad that you don’t come round
For offerings of food –
Perhaps a Sunday roast,
It’s always got to be at your home
Or neutral ground,
And the coldness
Is like that of stone –
Polished to a high degree of status,
But I’m your brother man –
And though we fought like
Thursday 31st October 2013 11:05 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:On Isolated Ground | They're Blaming Themselves | The Biggest Word I Know | Gentlemen of the Cotton Towns | An Elusive Natural | Inspired by Tom! | Tones Of Love | An Indistinguishable |
Thursday 31st October 2013 8:13 pm
Also by c byrne:Similar site to WOL in UK | MC | IT | 1973 | Left Hand Pathos* |
To those who play the "Equality" game
And like to act as scorer,
You cannot make the poorer rich
By making the rich poorer.
What is equal? A relative thing
When considering our existence.
Is it the gift of brain or bling
Or intransigent persistence?
Is it measured in material wealth
Or mental gifts applying
Or is it judged by physical health...
Thursday 31st October 2013 5:29 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:KEEP THIS IN MIND | LONESOME RAIL | AN OPEN AND SHUT CASE | THE SOCIALIST WORKER(?) | THE POLITICAL POET | Zzzz!! |
My invisible scars
are plain for anyone to see,
as I blindly journey on...
This path of Christianity.
Wanting deliberate faith
ready on my tongue,
I received God's Salvation
when I was dumb and young.
Inflicted wounds to my soul
from a lack of understanding
have been healed by the Power
of Christ's personal anointing.
I am worth dying for
according to His Word;
Thursday 31st October 2013 3:23 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Only Your Adoration | Poem: Prism to our Past | Book Review by Ellen Tanner Marsh: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory | Poem: Silent Words Are Useless | Poem: Giving Tithes to God | Poem: Moments of Clarity | Poem: On God's Mountain | Poem: Prone to Error |
Our SchoolWas Haunted
Our school was haunted on this Halloween
All you could hear was moaning and screams
The chairs started groaning,
The floor was all sticky
The slime on the windows was squashy and squishy
The bats and the cats were cooking with witches
And casting a spell of chickenpox itches
The eyelash of spider and toenails of newt
Frogspawn and ...
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:17 pm
Also by Ste J Bee:Murder, Death, Bones and Blood |
What I got for Christmas 1962.
A big game hunter set containing.
One Hunting rifle with telescopic sight.
On a November day in 1963 whilst playing Lee Harvey Oswald I tripped and fell smashing the barrel on the pavement. As an assassin I was of limited efficiency.
One Torch with changeable red and green filters.
In February 1964 I discovere...
Thursday 31st October 2013 2:17 pm
Also by Stephen Makin Kelly:Still Raining Under the Trees 1957 |
Wake up at eight after a fitful sleep
Stagger into the day room where a depressed woman weeps
Dressed in a nightie she shouts and bawls
While the staff are outside waiting for role call
Eating soggy cornflakes watching Jeremy Kyle
In come the cleaners in uniforms they file
Cleaning the bedrooms it's pretty hard slog
One pulls a vacuum like dragging a dog
Thursday 31st October 2013 7:04 am
Also by Dean Carroll:Schizophrenic on a Mission | Top Ten Non-Movers | The Devil's Box | The Hangman of Prague | Mental Health Victims | Religious Dogma | Smoke Till Your Hearts Content |
Moving in circles
I find my way back to you
Just one more time
Just one more day,
I’ll knock on your door and
Ask you to let me in again
Hoping you’ll ask me to stay
Because your kisses are longing
Your smile deceitful
Your hands to warm on my skin
It makes my heart race
Can’t catch my breath
I’m just testing fate,
Hoping this will work
Thursday 31st October 2013 4:13 am
Also by emmy92:Take me away | (untitled) |
Thursday 31st October 2013 3:25 am
Regarding the letter of support for Anne Feradi
We, of the millions strong male Mao branch of the Chinese abortees battalion firmly dissociate ourselves from the pro feminist views of the paltry hundred and eighty thousand total 2011 British abortee intake.
We have long suffered from the deliberate favouritism shown to our female sisters in the matter ...
Wednesday 30th October 2013 11:06 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Nature`s `revenge` |
photo credit: Bill Cottman
Kulture is a Klub
For George Coleman
An old man named Change limped
Clumsily up an avenue downtown
In his hand was a large unwieldy
Envelope labeled REVOLUTION
On his body hung a worn and frayed
Bluesed uniform embossed in
Stitches with the words
He was expecting revolution
To come swiftly
But change co...
Wednesday 30th October 2013 11:04 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):I USED TO DANCE | (rewrite, repost) Amnesiacs | Little Wing / Epidermis |
Wednesday 30th October 2013 11:01 pm
My heart is broken,
there's sadness in my soul,
my spirit is lost,
i really am less than whole.
With a weakness of mind,
and judgement so poor,
i'm falling apart inside,
of that i'm sure.
Is it an illusion,
as inside i scream,
nobody can hear me,
or so it would seem.
Crying out for help,
no-one answers my call,
it gets worse everyday,
with the farther i fall.
With heart that is hea...
Wednesday 30th October 2013 9:18 pm
Also by Tj Steele:Faith In Humanity | Delilah & Grace | Inner Demon | But Hey, Who Am I | The Old Bastards Will | Hurt | The Devil And His Army | One Million Broken Souls |
I was in a New York frame of mind
A perfect day under a skyscraper sky
Strolling down the dirty boulevard
Waiting for the man with pale blue eyes
Then little sister I heard a sad song
A street hassle vicious piece of news
A soul man with attitude has gone
Now I got the rock n roll animal blues
Sweet Jane - Not a magic moment
White light white heat check out ...
Wednesday 30th October 2013 8:26 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:Loveontheline | By the Book | Fall Into Autumn | 1 in 4 | Morecambe View |
I love you openly
But you cannot see this
Because you are looking
In the wrong direction
Just turn around now
And you will see.
I love you quietly
But you cannot hear this
Because you are listening
In the deafness of silence
Listen for our love now
And you will hear.
I love you completely
Wednesday 30th October 2013 7:59 pm
Also by Ian Beckett:Nothing Ever After | Love Life | Comfort in patterns | Slow motion |
(A re-post for Hallowe'en)
The mission’s not impossible; it is not even hard;
I just enact the script for Him - a player, nothing more;
It’s happened in the future once it’s become His Word,
Which is to purge creation of the Babylonian Whore.
She worms her way through history, corrupted to the core;
In Adam’s fated fall from grace his gender she infects;
Wednesday 30th October 2013 6:01 pm
Also by John Coopey:A World Turned Upside-Down | Milliband | Today's Wedding | Wtf? | "For These" said the father "Are The Things A Boy Should Know" | Rugby Fatboy Blues | Venn Diagram | I Collect Money |
Miss Corfield, Miss Corfield, we’re destined as one
You a wood nymph, I a woodworkers son.
We both vibrate airwaves of Radio 4
You live and vivacious! I dead as a door.
With nasal enhancement and vamp-throated quirk
You take mundane news and you set it to work
Stirring old men, from straw hat to galoshes
Till backward and forth, my sawdust-blood slo...
Wednesday 30th October 2013 1:28 pm
Also by Barrie Singleton:BRAWN DRAIN | BLANKETY BLANK SLATE (directed infant rage 2012) | RENEWAL | DEAR DIARY (Mother Nature) | SHE WHO HAS TO OBEY | Y-FRONT (from the archive) | DECLINE AND FALL (this one for the longlinists) | MMMM (For all you shortlinists) | SWITCHED ON | WASH DAY STRAGGLER (Betjeman mode) | DARK SIDE | RIGHT OF THE UNCONCEIVED | RAGE OF INNOCENCE (All due respect to Dylan Thomas) | Workshopping Seamus |
She can lift the weight
of your past and present
in an instant.
When she came
life was delivered.
that she bears the Moon no grudge
when he needs to use her light
to embrace his loneliness.
Tuesday 29th October 2013 6:16 pm
Is that you, beyond the gate?
I would turn, is someone there?
And a whisper, did you whisper?
Such thoughts, indistinct, troubled.
It cannot be you. The grave is cold.
And the casket, yes the casket,
Must be so old, so very old.
Yet you were there, beyond the gate.
I simply let go of your hand.
The memory just faded. A whisper?
Or your weakened laugh.
And now the gate i...
Monday 28th October 2013 10:34 pm
Monday 28th October 2013 3:44 am
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:Electromagnetic Legacy - No More Choice On FM |
I look into the mirror, an old Woman is staring back at me!
AHH!, oh wait, it's just me.
Sunday 27th October 2013 11:51 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Two Line Scary Story |
All Hallows Eve
Gnarled tree roots claw from the ground
scratching over disturbed graves.
Pumpkins grin their toothless snarl,
fleshy tongues of seed and fibre.
The spectral drift of chilling mist
that prods and pokes at exposed flesh.
Somewhere a creature of the night
mewls in whimpering ecstasy
Dank leaves of autumn line the paths
as little ...
Sunday 27th October 2013 8:24 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Night Scented Stock | In The Arms Of Morpheus | Full Contact | the cuckoo waltz | Graffiti | Winterfylleth (October) | Thirty Plus Years In An Open Necked Shirt |
If you hate your job
If you don’t like where you live
If you’re stuck in some kind of groove
If you don’t like the record
If you’re not happy outside
If you don’t like to drive
If you don’t want to be quiet
If you can’t bear to be still
If your lif...
Sunday 27th October 2013 9:17 am
Also by Steve:Badgers! | Goodbye Girl | The Spirit of The Tree |
Deep. Deep in thelemic thought, her
words spill sour, salted by a power
that cowers and spits, shoaling rocks
into desolate fetch, coveting a polyandry.
Exiled. Exiled she lies, and lies. Coursed
and cobbled. Smooth blissful pebbles
that awake wrecked memories, and hopes
of calm oceans being neither here or there.
Caught. Caught in a squall ‘twix...
Saturday 26th October 2013 1:46 pm
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Just For Today |
Now the demonstration
Where 50,000 people
Rained the streets of Manchester
Has been regulated
To a sentence on Page 21
Of the Daily Mirror
What of those
Whose benefits have?
Been cut because
Of the Bedroom tax
And are straying
Closer and closer
To the breadline
What of my friend Cath’s daughter
Who while wait...
Saturday 26th October 2013 12:34 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:Regarding the BBC's lack of coverage... |
You have lied to make me feel special,
I don't need your tainted charm,
Your contaminated feelings
Bring emotional harm !!
I am afraid of emptiness,
Our friendship no longer true
But I wonder if i can stand alone
Without thinking about you.
Disease of your affection is spreading like plague,
Your beauty like a virus attacking violently.
Saturday 26th October 2013 3:36 am
Also by SATYAJIT BEHERA:The Train Girl:A Meeting or Coincidence |
When sun meets the endless horizon
Or sky beholds the shimmering rainbow
It is then a hidden door is revealed
To the world of baffling mysteries
O' It is a sweet fairy tale so read on
For the magic and mysteries it reveals
A place where fairies and elves dwell
And ferocious dragons fly so high in sky
Where there is always a sparkling spring
And flowers ...
Friday 25th October 2013 8:23 am
Thursday 24th October 2013 9:07 pm
I dream of Hallowe’en when we were children:
No transatlantic pumpkin at our sides
But turnip dug by dad from frost-streaked garden
And carved with care with chore-dulled kitchen knife
Till gaping, gap-toothed grin emerged. Then, skewered
By knitting needle, safe-secured by string,
With stub of candle craftily inserted
In hot-wax solder, to secure its grip.
Thursday 24th October 2013 7:03 pm
How to tell a joke
-Advice given to a Lady-
PREAMBLE- Know your audience
Know your subject
Write out your joke in full
Read it aloud many times
Remove all diversions
Check for confused references
Ensure you have a command of the required terminology
Try not to get out of your depth
Wednesday 23rd October 2013 7:26 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:...and in conclusion | Blackened berries |
Wednesday 23rd October 2013 2:50 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:For everything | They Put Milk in the Rain. |
(with apologies to John Cooper Clarke)
Beheadings are acceptable, boobs are bad
the female form’s fantastic but only when it’s clad
we’re blasé about bullying, laissez-faire on lust
but our patriarch goes postal if the news feed shows a bust
sign on, log in, no matter where you look
you’ll never see a nipple on facebook.
We’ve made a Faustian ...
Tuesday 22nd October 2013 7:33 pm
Also by steve pottinger:Lampedusa |
write them off.
However much I try
It doesn’t seem to work.
they fuck you up.
Your Mum and Dad.
And all that.
Just in case
you didn’t know.
Bit of a wanker.
To be honest.
Let me tell you
when my chips
I was a boy,
In my twen...
Monday 21st October 2013 10:40 pm
I look to you
and you see through me.
Forgotten is the time we shared.
Alone, I remain nameless
Monday 21st October 2013 11:32 am
Also by L.M. May:Heavy Heart |
Four years old,
meandering Marksies with mum,
following the fancy of his feet,
the manikin sees the mannequin.
Is drawn, fascinated.
Stands before the bikini-clad female figure
as if in worship.
Reaches out and touches.
Touches the cloth,
touches the naughty bits,
the .....would you call it skin?
His mother, my daughter-in-law,
is splitting her ...
Sunday 20th October 2013 3:34 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:The Autumn Season | Competition. Touch and go | Touching the hem of the robe |
What is it with transport? What is it with men?
- this title should make me remember again
the plentiful misdeeds suffered in Spain
when I was a student, taking the train
I wasn't a beauty, no great femme fatale
just a studious, book wormy, meek kind of gal
totally green to the word 'machismo'
and how it gave vent to the game 'touch and go'
often a finger, a palm...
Sunday 20th October 2013 12:24 am
Forever let this place here be
A warning to humanity,
A cry of despair, suffering;
Death in total, unrelenting.
Forever let its soil be bare,
For life shall grow not anywhere,
This place, a scar upon the face
Of mans wickedness, mans disgrace.
Forever let this place here stand
As evidence of evil planned,
A barren wasteland, void of hope,
Where many left in clouds of smoke...
Saturday 19th October 2013 4:10 pm
Also by Simon Austin:Purpose | Hitman |
Warm blue glow,
peaceful glimmer on the sea,
seems so calm, this world,
and feels one with gleam.
It's been here millions of years,
today is round, the full Moon,
it's soft and cold blue glare
is balm for souls,
for curing wounds...
audio file - piano composition 'Full Moon' by Irina Sunrise
Saturday 19th October 2013 11:14 am
Also by Irina Sunrise:You may kill me |
My Scrabble Bag Is Empty
I wanted a G
To thank God
For knowing you
I needed an O
To operate as if
Everything was okay
And I could have said
A letter D
Then I could see
Your name for one last time
With the letter B
Then beautiful thoughts
Could have been shared
If only I had the ...
Saturday 19th October 2013 1:42 am
Also by Jim Pitt:Three thirty-three | It Has To Start Somewhere.... |
The folly of the climb
Black rocks gaze at the blue light
Shines through crystal glass
A polluted mineral underground
Collapsed with dignity
Under the influence of a memory.
The darkened peace continued
On the banks of our fair hill
A cough heard, a click
As the night brings on a warning
And all is silent
Oh, the folly of the climb.
Saturday 19th October 2013 1:16 am
Also by David Blake:Birdbath |
the kettle sings loudly
and clicks off
water ready to make a brew
delivered thoughtfully and sincerely
into the lounge
to the table in front of the TV
with a smile
back to the kitchen
jetting into clenched hands
face jammed against the cold sink
gut screaming –
What songs there were to sing!
Plays to act!
Students to tea...
Friday 18th October 2013 11:31 am
You can’t walk away from all that you are,
No matter how hard you may try,
You can lock away truth in an iron clad box,
But you must not admit to the lie.
Whatever you are and whatever the pain,
What is given is that you are bound,
And in truth we are melodies lost on the wind,
In the torture of discordant sound.
It’s better to face it ...
Thursday 17th October 2013 6:08 pm
I have outgrown both the years
and the clothes
which had my name sewn into them
this doesn’t mean I no longer need help
to figure out who I am
my gloves are no longer twinned
by umbilical wool
but I appreciate you holding my hand
while leading me through this cold weight
I am living in those times
though if god were bothered to look
Wednesday 16th October 2013 11:00 pm
Wednesday 16th October 2013 4:39 pm
Thought I’d pay a visit to a place that kept me sane during trying years of living as a child. My latest craze, Ray Bradbury, was draining me of funds and I could not afford to buy him any more. It was then that I recalled a special place. The library, that library, my Xanadu from childhood; where I grew up, my special little haven from the world.
How precious it was. Th...
Wednesday 16th October 2013 2:41 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:Assembly |
Hi Maggie, John and Nigel
A palindrome is "a word or phrase that reads the same backwards as forwards, eg: madam".
William Ross Wallace 1819 - 1881 (Wallace was my Mum's maiden name so maybe I have some sort of illustrious ancestor?!) wrote "The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Rules The World". I've just printed it off as it really is rather beautiful (and John, it rhymes!!!)
Last of all...
Tuesday 15th October 2013 9:38 am
It was late at night and God was ardent,
red hot and the window was open. If nothing
else my soft blue eyes cooled me down.
First I must tell the truth 'I love you'
'I love you'
'Don't tell me such awful things!' O what a disorder. My spirit is her spirit and I cannot run from myself!
It is you I have loved all this time...Our love will quiet man...
Monday 14th October 2013 8:53 pm
Also by Danny Metcalfe:Naked angel | Paradise witch. |
See their faces so jaded
With all the torturous barking they hear
Over and over and over again
Assaulting their innocent ears
Our mouths keep spitting out poison
There’s bile wrapped in every word
After all these years of affection
How did our love become so absurd?
And I hope, just hope
You sleep sound and safe in your single bed on this night
Monday 14th October 2013 6:28 pm
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THE POETIC BOND III, ISBN 978-1492384199, published 5 October 2013
Poetry of the MOMENT, from across the PLANET, poetry of our WORLD
Poetry that documents the Contemporary Zeitgeist
Poetry that explores, illuminates and examines the Human Condition
POETRY THAT BONDS US
Monday 14th October 2013 10:30 am