Poetry Blogs (Nov 2013)
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From the 'Wings' series
They announce the occasion
White for the virgin.
Black for death
Red for love.
Pink for a girl
Blue for a boy.
The loudest colour of all
Embarrassed cheek of girl or boy.
We have had them all
Confetti in our lives.
Throw me red rose petals
Shower me with love.
Spray me with your rainbow
Dazzle me with your spectrum.
No need for pots of gold at the en...
Saturday 30th November 2013 8:04 pm
Also by Leslie Smith:Vusvee | The Pearl | A New Day is Dawning | Keep them furled | Wings | Inspiration | African Princess | ACID |
SUPERSONIC GROUND RACE
Countdown has begun as a crazy driver gets ready to go.
It’s a race over the desert to reach Mach 1.
As he sets off g-force increases and a silver dot shoots
over the ground trailing dust. In a second
he has gone a mile reaching 600mph.
With a bang he careers through the sound barrier
ending up a dot on the horizon.
Yes, he has done it, the faste...
Saturday 30th November 2013 4:06 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:poems from my new book... | GALLOWS | U.F.O. | ENDLESS SUMMER | Lorraine | Martian Gothic |
Badger, badger, black and white
Camouflaged against the night
Brambles rustle as you brush by
From your sett, elusive, shy
Living in a close-knit clan
A forager, no threat to man
Nature’s civil engineer
By British public held so dear
But omnivore of stocky build
Defra say you should be killed
Accused spreader of TB
A sniper’s bullet’s saved for thee
Friday 29th November 2013 10:52 pm
Also by Starfish:Cheeky Swine |
Will you dance with me tonight,
until the early morning light ?
Will you hold my hand,
whilst I listen to my favourite band ?
Will you drink beer with me,
whilst I shed my last tear ?
Will you walk with me,
hand in hand,
to the promised land ?
Will you follow the rainbow with me,
to where dreamers hide
and true love resides ?
Will you lay down beside m...
Friday 29th November 2013 9:09 pm
staring through the window
at that dark and dismal place
where shadows danced and jittered
and a stranger had my face
I was shocked, but not surprised, to find
my future hopes would never last
if I stayed gazing in the mirror
and obsessing with the past
Thursday 28th November 2013 8:36 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Desolation Alley | GLAM!!!!!!!! | Bucks Row | M.I.A | Trial & Tribulation |
An evening, sitting, wanting, ripping, blackening.
An acerbic wind.
Wait for the train and the glut of passengers to spill out.
The end, endless encircling madness, himself in the wilderness.
Girls, Judas and their selfish wives, lives pass, suck Jesus.
In his selfish mask.
Tormented, pushed down, I’m full: kill, hell thoughts.
Giggle to stifle grief, uncomfortable familiar family and perfe...
Thursday 28th November 2013 1:06 pm
the day after the social worker phoned,
Remember To Leave Reality At Home
the voice from behind the curtains boomed.
She said Ray, have you left ‘ality at home?
I nodded and laughed. She frowned
and asked What is ‘ality, Ray?
as if I were The Light, The Truth and The Way
and would never dream of letting her down.
And when the school report suggests
she’s below average intelligence
Thursday 28th November 2013 10:43 am
Also by Ray Miller:He knew the score |
If you knew all the things that would happen in your life, you would not be able to live, so it is just a good job you don't know
Everything forgiven’s forgot
Peace made way to war again
Boundaries and manners were lost
Dignity was dug into a dirge
Pride slurped from a baby cup-
Oh let’s not talk in sombre wilting
Of how a mind was skewed and tilting
The only saving grace to be
That hindsight wasn’t paid to me
As- if I’d known how you would leave
I’d never give my heart to grieve
And I’d’ve s...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 9:46 pm
ONE MORE SHOT
And the stains upon the bar
Tell another sorry tale
Of love and loss and tragic lives
To drink, to drown out the wails
As another washed out soul
Seeks the solace of the glass
To wash away the memory
Of another broken pass
Another wheeler dealer
Another gambling god
Another weary player
Bet his life upon the sod
The rings around his eyes
Mark the toll and tell t...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 6:34 pm
I picked Van Gogh’s Sunflowers
and Peploe’s Tulips
then arranged them like the
perfect wedding day.
I tied the bouquet together
with kisses from eternity,
and wrapped them in moonlight
from your favourite landscape.
I presented them to you
like a Jane Austen hero,
as your eyes lit up
I waited like the stars await their fate.
Wednesday 27th November 2013 4:01 pm
Also by George Stanworth:A Floristry of Palpitations |
Into the depths of untold depravity,
a perfect creation had fallen away;
unimagined grace poured out from our God above -
As His Hand of wrath was firmly stayed.
The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
subtly calls for the World's attention.
Since the dawn of everlasting time,
our Savior awaited His appointed day;
despite humanity's race to certain doom -
His Hand of w...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 3:19 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Today's Great Undead Poets | Poem: And Yet His Hand... | Poem: For Your Review | Poem: The Bridegroom Cometh | Poem: Human Behavior | Poem: If I Were... | Poem: Human Warranty | Poem: Evening Sky | Poem: Avoiding Hell? | Poem: Waiting on You | Poem: As a Joint Heir with Thee |
Leaving you stood in the snow
I almost turn around
And shout you
To come and share
Almost clear some handspace
And almost pull out
My spare pair of gloves
In the middle of
And almost take
My little black hat
Off my head
As a symbol of
My endless love.
Almost pull my scarf off
That makes Tom Baker’s
From Doctor Who
Look like a pair
Wednesday 27th November 2013 12:57 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:If I were a proper poet |
formed in v they fly
o’er top o’me
bellies, usually driven snow,
honey dipped in hiemal morning’s glow
til’ falling, scrap and skreel
fo’ morsels discarded
by genteel and boor
for there is no inequity
in commission to cloy the
ever open maw
Wednesday 27th November 2013 12:49 pm
Also by Paul Sands:Just A Simple Trip | I Won't Go Down, Not Even With Alice |
you need to know
more than yourself.
A person for whom
you would go out
on the most fragile of limbs for,
knowing, that should that fragile limb break,
they would be there to catch you.
Wednesday 27th November 2013 12:07 pm
Biding their time. Defining what is and is not define. Priming and pruning your mind for a life coloring within the lines. You cling to their lies; nothing exists behind the boundaries they've devised.
Hear the truth buried in every lie, all are Devine. Hug this world tight and define for yourself what it is to be alive.
Is it fulfilling to be tied to the desires if the subconscious mind? Yo...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 5:02 am
And then the heart does flutter
From the slightest of embrace
From the slightest tiny mutter
From the lips upon your face
And it’s like nothing ever changed
From the time we both were one
From the time before my heart broke
From the time that you where gone
And in that stolen instant
From a place within my heart
From a place no longer distant
From a place...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 2:22 am
I was born in Texas and raised in Arkansas. I was taught that if you worked hard and tried even harder you could accomplish anything.
In some ways this is true. At the age of 26 I joined the army.
Even though my service from 1986-1988 was a little boring. I did something that at the time was unusual for a Woman. I served along side Men and pr...
Tuesday 26th November 2013 10:48 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Difficult Haiku | Happiness? |
the grey matter
with no questions
tendered or rendered
the creases and flaws
of the catechism curtain
from the true
sense of reality
on glass - stained
water - unholy
drips into tears
filter into veins
Tuesday 26th November 2013 4:57 pm
Also by Mike Hilton:BROKEN DREAM |
Yoatford Castle (God's Amor)
A dove flies over Yoatford Castle Turrets.
Freedom reigns in the power of the spirit.
Prisoners no longer there, empty dungeons!
Tourists wander around feely within it,
many of them carrying packed luncheons.
Visitors discover a famous medieval song.
On Yoatford's battle and Earl Reece!
In this place knights and archers are gone.
Tuesday 26th November 2013 2:36 pm
I always liked the jacket my Dad wore.
One day I found it
Hanging lonely and forlorn
In a wardrobe
And I thought of him and me
And remembered he was a bigger man than me
I tried the jacket on
And felt him close once again
I always liked the little pocket for a watch and chain
But to my dismay the jacket didn’t fit, not at all
It was too small
Though he was a b...
Monday 25th November 2013 9:26 pm
Also by Steve:President Kennedy (Re-post) | Places Far Away | War | Where The River Flows |
Glad it is over ,
sad im leaving
yeah at Cagney's im asking in English where the other room be ?
and the Irish in the room are pretending they dont understand what im saying
i looked right in the eyes of one like " who the fuck are you talking to ? "
you'll not want to find out who i am
let me tell you a secret = im looking to lose the head
next minute im being served guinne...
Monday 25th November 2013 6:59 pm
No-one was harmed
when it went off, although
there were plenty of casualties
by the end of the night.
I’m still finding bright sparkly
ruby-red 30s under the sofa
to this day. I ate that much
meat that week it
nearly turned me vegetarian.
I smiled and said: “Sod it,
I bet we won’t do this when
we’re septuagenarians,” and
you agreed with me. My
Sunday 24th November 2013 8:29 pm
Sunday 24th November 2013 6:40 pm
Sunday 24th November 2013 5:44 am
Also by Starla Maguire:Response to Jerry Hall (A woman should be a cook in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom) | (untitled) |
Saturday 23rd November 2013 11:31 pm
Also by the #week-trending:by @Firemanlala | Capitalist cash grab | Lots to do! | Action Traction |
Will they come through the darkness? Will they come?
Or screaming with the dawning of the sun?
Is it time to fire the beacon?
Lest men’s resolve should weaken
Should we tell the boy to beat the battle drum?
Does that eastern glow mean Jarrow’s over-run
And presages the stinking Viking scum?
To visit us with thunder
To pillage, rape and plunder
Returning thence ...
Saturday 23rd November 2013 11:19 pm
Also by John Coopey:Jilted John | Your God and My God | Health & Safety | Happy Birthday, Glen | Royal Bank of Scotland |
Emotion recollected in tranquillity
don't do it for me:
see the river Brent courses,
and see the people flow,
all kinds and conditions
in rain and sun and snow.
You might know
the greenman in kingsbury,
who abhors the national front,
wanders in kew gardens
and sometimes has a punt.
There's westminster traitors
brixton dreadlocks edged with hats
Saturday 23rd November 2013 11:00 pm
Also by John E Marks:Lost |
Climbing in a rare window
of good weather,
good meaning merely hostile not lethal,
through a window
into the Death Zone;
through a window
into an insane dream-world
where nothing is normal,
the mind cannot think or remember,
the brain cannot function.
There is only the divine obsession, the Satanic compulsion.
Base Camp. On a hot day, the Gilkey memorial is od...
Saturday 23rd November 2013 2:20 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Touch and Go. Result | Touch & Go Comp. Last chance to vote | Touch & Go Competition - Voting | Competition Reminder. Touch and Go |
TO THOSE WHO MET THE QUEEN
Me, I just hate Palace.
It's quite simple, brother.
Buckingham, Crystal -
As bad as each other!
Saturday 23rd November 2013 12:55 pm
Also by Attila the Stockbroker:My Favourite Politician |
Black gritstone Laithe barn facing the watery late afternoon sun
Echoes to the clatter of bovine hooves on shiny dung slicked cobbles
Milking complete, the plod to grazing fields underway accompanied by buzzing flies
Tails flicking, heads shaking, the small herd spreads though the running grass each cow finding space
The field edge drops away into the steep wooded valley patched b...
Friday 22nd November 2013 7:46 pm
Rooted in shadow all that seems
forgotten a forrest.
Oxygen the light to blister skin
and leaf that pray before the rot.
Blighted my reflection now a name
that haunts the ghost to ridicule
perception, give credence to hollow
earth and burn buried beauty
Starved of light a lantern hidden
lost by mist to jewel an empty socketed
skull bone ring that pulls upon a finger
to twist and thr...
Friday 22nd November 2013 7:46 pm
Also by Richard Alfred:Candle |
do you wanna know what i think about love?
theres no such thing.
its just death in disguise.
it starts out beautiful,
but theres always something there slowly and silently tearing you to pieces.
with no one noticing.
and then you blame it on the one you love.
and it happens over and over and over again.
until one day it just suddenly ends.
Friday 22nd November 2013 4:03 pm
Labelled “fair” but tastes a lot like abuse
Snidey guffaws and earnest propaganda
"What do you think?" asks the BBC news
About poverty and this seasonal weather
I think that it’s fair – evenly balanced
For every free banker, an ATOS corpse
I think that it MUST be ever so just
Royal babies emerge and my widescreen warps
Rational, reasonable, really right, right?
Friday 22nd November 2013 10:20 am
Around the shadowed corner, wicked lies,
Through telescopic lens and focussed eyes.
The autumn trees encapsulate the path
And crunch beneath the wheels they idolise.
The building crowds descend before the knoll
To catch a glimpse of this passing idol.
He, showered from all sides with the applause
And peppered from above by seasons fall.
Idyllic is this scene to which he greets,
As smiling f...
Friday 22nd November 2013 9:10 am
Also by Simon Austin:Retribution (From My Beautiful Lie) |
I am in a spring mood today,
For me it’s always Sunday.
I walk with a charming smile
As I have my own and unique life style.
I don’t care if it’s winter or autumn,
I always sing my own anthem.
Wednesday looks at Friday with envy,
So what? Sundays are plenty!
I walk and I smile.
There is nothing that can rile.
Autumn, fogs and rain?
So what? It’s not the main!
The main is my mood,
The second is my foo...
Thursday 21st November 2013 5:58 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Unforgettable Tune |
He sat with her the night she died
they looked upon the stars,
and searched for heaven in the sky,
in each light they saw a Ba,
each light a soulful Ba.
And now he’s lost inside this room
the desk an ocean wide,
speaking to the soulless gloom
and a suit that will deny him
to a man that can deny him.
Thursday 21st November 2013 5:03 pm
Also by Neil Fawcett:Hang Out The Poor (Song) | Our Own | Simon Armitage Lives In Stockport | Jack |
Truth doesn't live in place with no love.
Why is the heart so attached to all beautiful?
Cause beauty is its homeland, its shelter and cover...
What's there for us equally mightyful?
poetry and music by Irina Sunrise
Thursday 21st November 2013 1:00 pm
The day they murdered JFK
They took our hopes and dreams away
Ideology, power, greed,
Sowed the all-American seed.
Hating that world-famous face
Planning another in its place
Uncaring of the status quo
They muttered "He deserved to go".
Ruthless to ensure completion
Witnesses doomed to death's deletion
Those who plan a coup d'etat
Will carefully make sure...
Wednesday 20th November 2013 10:07 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE MENIN GATE - 11/11/2013 | FOR THE FALLEN - AND THE FALLEN FROM GRACE | LOVE TAUGHT ME |
Angst the gangster of my pain
Will I ever write again?
Of flowers in the field
Coloured blue as steel
By sunlight shining through the broken glass
Before the dearth of earth alas
As old as time, dying.
Birds still soar, trying.
Their songs now lost
Beneath the roar of memory
Lost to greed.
The need to feed our eyes
Wednesday 20th November 2013 7:04 pm
Also by Pete Slater:FOR 'OUR KID' | VOICE OF THE INNOCENTS | RENEGADE |
Staring out at me over a gulf of sixty years,
Your glassy-eyed optimism, born of NHS specs
Your staid gaiety in checked dresses
Bunting fashioned from austerity
Displayed in glorious mono, black and white
Jostling just to have self-created fun
And celebrate a distant Queen you’ll never see.
How perfectly the instant caught you
Spots on the negative though
Wednesday 20th November 2013 11:20 am
Also by STEVE RUDD:Oppy Wood, May 1917 |
Feel your breath against my skin
kiss my lips and i'll give in,
warm my hands within your grasp
I hear your beating heart,
as time slips away
silent whispers are here to stay
under the covers I find you again
Tuesday 19th November 2013 3:33 pm
Also by emmy92:Heartache | You and Me |
Husband and wife.
Home to your lost son and daughter,
bricks and mortar,
the ‘One Show’,
the click of
the bedside light.
I love you.’
Heartbroken young lady.
Catch your bus
to your flat.
With the enveloped mat...
Monday 18th November 2013 8:32 pm
For my daughter Rebecca.
There are moments in life
On heart and mind
Many years ago now
My moment well.
Mothers Day, and I
Marriage gone. Children gone.
Gazing through misted windows
Grey street, grey skies
And round the corner came
A little grey 2cv
Chugging its nine hour jo...
Monday 18th November 2013 12:46 pm
NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN
This man won medals for bravery
Served in a world war
Mourned for his dead comrades but never
Complained about it
Came home, collected his demob suit
Walked away whistling
Determined to make the best of it
This other man lost a limb, didn’t care
That you would notice
Completed his education then
Went on to hack it
Never asked for...
Friday 15th November 2013 8:21 pm
The much in demand Socialist Folk Singer Alun Parry plays ThePoetry Spoke at Gallaghers As Guest Musician - this coming Thursday - 21st November - from 8pm!
Of Alun's debut album "Corridors of Stone", Lianne Steinberg, a music writer in the Big Issue said of the album: "The Liverpudlian singer-songwriter packs more weight in the punch of his folk songs th...
Friday 15th November 2013 7:22 pm
Also by Chris Co:ThePoetry Spoke Open Mic & Guest |
a star shines in your eyes.
a star shines in your eyes.
so unassuming ,
a star shines in your eyes.
Friday 15th November 2013 5:25 am
Love is two
Love is hello again
Love is a moment in time
Love is needing to be loved
Love is wanting to hold you now
Love is the spark when we touch
Love is two hearts beating as one
Love is the closeness when asleep
Love is curling up so close to you
Love is emptiness without you
Love is waking to your smile
Love is sad when you go
Love is you and ...
Thursday 14th November 2013 6:45 pm
Also by Ian Beckett:Wine | Passion & Pleasure | Flying |
drifting into falling gold
We put away our home from home
of orange-brown acrylic,
leaving debris tucked in pockets.
Bottle-tops and old lip balms;
dirty skins and baccy strands;
ciggy filters; bits of grass;
fairy dust and magic eyes;
sugar made of salt.
Litter from the happy hours
and many fields we danced in
under dark and di...
Thursday 14th November 2013 1:29 pm
Magnus Bennett came from Thanet
Spoke as from a different planet
Liked baked beans with chilli on it
Blew strange kisses no one wanted
Often in a crowded carriage
Left commuters hot and bothered
One day in a darkened tunnel
Where his train had ceased to trundle
And the lighting failed to function
Not too far from Clapham Junction
Magnus struck a br...
Wednesday 13th November 2013 4:52 pm
Also by Philipos:ARMISTICE DAY REFLECTIONS. |
photo credit: Sarah Greenfield
Almost every pot starts this way
Sweet and hot peppers
Garlic and little bits of ginger root
Another stone soup is under way
Stewing on low heat in oil
And just enough water to steam
(Cause you know they don’t mix well)
Until vegetables with chicken legs and thighs
Hardly sizzle together
Wednesday 13th November 2013 5:27 am