Poetry Blogs (Feb 2013)
afishamongmany on Live much longer don't smoke! A message to teenagers. (55 minutes ago)
served by the slice
this body, cut through in the redesign for a different life,
whistles a frayed remembrance leaving naught but remnants
when falling for the suicidal hiatus of a tethered tale
in these days, of the child’s exultation, sing your song
as a lyrical dog chases damsons and damsels and the first and
furriest flavour the dustiest corpse of trees; dark...
Thursday 28th February 2013 10:53 pm
Also by Paul Sands:Illicit | Sin by Sin |
It takes years of pondering to find the right cup;
the right shape and weight, the pattern, the handle.
It is not just a drinking vessel
It is a portal to a world of relaxation.
Maybe I’m wrong and it is just a cup
but I’d be lost without my favourite.
She has picked me up when I’ve felt alone
even with her chipped rim
she makes the perfect brew.
Thursday 28th February 2013 9:41 pm
Also by Martin Bailey:You will be mine! | Bright Star |
The year is marching into spring,
As bright soft shoots caress the earth,
The nettles green as catkins burst.
Some gilding for a greater worth.
Go count your money, grasp a coin,
Buy now your place in space and time,
Rise up your monument of stone,
Or walk among the sweet sublime.
Today I saw some ewes with lambs,
The raw wind c...
Thursday 28th February 2013 9:22 pm
Also by Ian Gant:It | Dark Knights |
What heavy breath escapes you;
matted creature, snorting monster–
four legged man without woman
your beard twists of licked
charcoal curls; dark- rubbed
with the rolling clouds behind.
I hear the sounds of a wet chest
strained upon the muscle
of your front legs;
an intelligent mind, outside the materials
of a humankind;
Thursday 28th February 2013 2:13 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Thin | Infirm | body |
love is for somebody other
someone with eye blinkers like shutters
somebody else whose skin has never sensed
the crashing of all its pores
the closure of all of the doors
the suffocation of knowing
now that loves snuck in
only he has the keys
and he licks at the taste of their metals
Never had to question
the ideas come to mind
all rose tinted...
Thursday 28th February 2013 11:20 am
Also by Rachel Bond :cacti plant |
Last Tat Session 2012
Today is the day of my last tattoo session in 2012.
From March to December I got so much ink.
More than you can shake a stick at.
Tarot card art, warplanes, poems and much more.
Not sure which is my fave.
Amelia Earhart’s portrait or my Boeing 40 biplane?
My arm gaps are full so I have sleeves.
Space remains on my chest,
time for t...
Wednesday 27th February 2013 7:17 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:One Single Wish (by Mel) | Autumn Lady | Goth Fall | Vietnam | MIRAGE | Bellyache (for Weird Harold) |
now hear this
in Zen they say there are no senses
so why then does this fish
smell like it does
if there’s no form then why
does this fish look so like a fish
if all is emptiness then why
does this fish taste the way it does
if there’s no touch then why
when I stroke this fish does
he laugh out loud and shout
see! see how we conned you?
Wednesday 27th February 2013 7:11 pm
See rocks when running
Appearing like dark blue flashes
Skipping over wet sand
When counting these days
Seems only like a daydream
When I last climbed here
Clambered over these rocks
Up onto the hurtful grass
The stones are dry and still
Cracked and broken in fragments
Shaped in oddity, left alone
Beside there lay the gap in earth
Wednesday 27th February 2013 5:31 pm
Also by David Blake:Seaward Citadel | Way Out By the Rapeseed Field | Angry Autumn | Castaway | Earth | Lake Song | María en la Roca (Sewage Filter) | The Dream at the Party |
Is there something about mid-February...
Some mysterious shut-down day -
That sees a poem disappear
From the WOL light of day?
Is there something about mid-February
Like a black hole beyond the sun,
While poems that come afterwards,
Are shining "two for one"?
Some poems are worth reading twice
Like a letter in the post,
But here is this month...
Wednesday 27th February 2013 5:15 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE PERFECT EXIT LINE | LABOUR MILLIONAIRES | POLICE POETRY BOOK | FEELING FELINE |
Cor looks great
Nice n juicy
Nice n straight.
Yum – unblemished,
Will be good for me.
Yeuk – looks nobbly
Some bits are bad
Some bits are bobbly.
Poo – blemished,
Will be bad for me.
Wednesday 27th February 2013 2:45 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Bedroom Tax | The 3D Printer | Cat Competition Result | Cat Competition Voting | In Praise of Mistakes |
You are the apple of my eye,
I may be a wrinkled old prune,
But I am a chunky pineapple guy,
Going to be your top banana soon,
You sometimes are a prickly Pear,
And treat me like a raspberry fool,
I know that life isn’t a bowl of cherries,
But I’m your kiwi – oh so cool,
You are as pretty as a peach,
A lovely strawberry surprise,
Wednesday 27th February 2013 10:11 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Cereal Killer | Hole In My Heart |
We’re all going through storms,
From young to old you can feel the maddening -
Is this the insanity before a cull?
If you press your ear to the floor,
You can hear a silent alarm,
A variable bass tone resonating through
And the chimes from tree ornaments
No longer soothe – no longer imbue...
Wednesday 27th February 2013 3:12 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Truth Hurts | Untitled | The Float is Dipping | The Naming Does Not Equate | Falling Petals | Mathematics | Midway and Beyond | The Intention Was All Yours | The Iron Cloth | No Gainful Loss In War Except the Feeding of the Purse |
somewhat after sonnet XXVII "Desnuda" by Pablo Neruda
And, naked, you are simple as a hand,
and smooth, and round as earth, and clear as glass;
your moonlit lines, your apple-laden land,
as naked as the naked, dancing grass.
And, naked, you are Cuba's darkest night,
whose starlight vines my tracing fingers hold.
And, naked, you are neverending light,
a summer-filled cathed...
Wednesday 27th February 2013 1:17 am
Also by Marnanel Thurman:Jesse Boot |
(This goes out to the young boys and girls
who have to grow up
in this messed up
excuse for a world.)
Another kid's been stabbed:
it's on the news show.
I don't know what he's done;
maybe he's said something that's angered someone,
but we may never know.
Another kid's been raped;
she wants no-one to know.
She's just too fearful
Tuesday 26th February 2013 8:20 pm
Also by Matthew Derbyshire:SpitTeens Spoken Word project | Incredible |
All through the fog there streams a truth in mind that knows short care,
When lack in youth brings on a yearn to take whatever’s there.
‘Tis not the care that is not there but strength of will to cope,
No lack of brain or sense of right, nor will to grab false hope.
Across your world it lays in wait without much chance to pounce,
Until one day it rears its head ...
Tuesday 26th February 2013 4:26 pm
Also by Nick Clifton:A day in the life of - competition | Gone |
Where do all the words go
when you want to write a poem?
hiding in invisible ink?
there's just no knowin.
Tuesday 26th February 2013 1:17 am
(So I says to Paul Simon, 'If you can use it, use it.')
Hello Spare Room, my old friend,
I’ve come to sleep in you again;
I prefer you to the lounge settee
For these times I’m sent to Coventry,
Never knowing what it is what I have done;
It’s no fun
To suffer Frowns of Silence.
In restless sleep I toss and turned
And mulled the reason I’d been spu...
Monday 25th February 2013 11:12 pm
Also by John Coopey:Tickle Cock Lane | Progress and The Diggy Box | The Plays of William Shakespeare - (or Where I Get All My Talentfulness From) | Our Gert | "PICK IT UP" | SONNET 18 |
(a holiday in two halves)
DAY ONE TO SIX…BARBADOES
DAY SEVEN …BARBADOES
In the deep places of the chest
Rumblings become manifest
And strikes the dreaded (rhyme–destroyin...
Monday 25th February 2013 7:50 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:The anti - promiscuity calypso |
I am yours not a fate,
You are mine just a date.
We would better say: Whatever?
Nothing lasts forever.
Life is worth living
without any misgiving.
Nevertheless I say: Take care!
In your heart be fair.
Though love didn’t come,
but you were a charm.
You were only my passion,
my confusion, my obsession.
We can not be together...
Monday 25th February 2013 6:03 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:I Love You | I Remember | An Idea | Real Or Not Real |
His dog craps in my garden
to the sound of metal rock.
His kids creep round my greenhouse
scrawling balls and giant cock.
His wife is bruised and beaten
all around the fucking clock.
His preferred weapon of choice
is to hurt and maim and shock.
Home from church on a Sunday,
he has a bonfire burning -
pitchforking rubber tyres
and dead meat that ...
Monday 25th February 2013 1:51 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Soothsayer | Beneath The Watch Tower | Hostile Street | Gathering Winter Fuel | Angel of Mons | Composed At Braunau (April 20th 1889) | Club | The Collector (Roget's Soliloquy) |
Monday 25th February 2013 12:16 pm
The small pond expands
with autumn's tepid rainfall
In ice nothing thrives.
Sunday 24th February 2013 9:19 pm
Also by Alison Smiles:Not over til the pinny strings ping | Falling partners |
Sunday 24th February 2013 7:14 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Day 1 - Mirrored Glass |
I want neon \ I want chrome
I want car headlights, streetlights, puddles
I want loud music, I want it louder//
I want chrome // I want fluorescent pink // I want inner city foxes and 3am
There’s a riot in my ribcage matches my feet pounding pavement
This city is mine.
I want anarchy I want a signal
I want last orders
I am the ...
Sunday 24th February 2013 6:01 pm
I send a-hopeful-goodnight!
echoing up the chasmic Victorian staircase
expecting you to bring your high smile
to the bannister
the company you had earlier must be staying-
Jealous and with a small loss of dignity
I get back into the half cold bed I was hoping you would
half warm but more than half cavort in
continuing to listen...
Sunday 24th February 2013 4:46 pm
“Remember these times.” Urging me earnestly
whilst you nuzzle my hair down there. I dizzy and delight
at your glasses still on. A wicked glint behind
magnified - tantalizes. I draw breathe, thighs tense.
I protest “No, no, you can’t do that it’s the wrong time of….”
You can. You will. You do. Body squirming, eyes wide,
I clutch the duvet, horrified. Yo...
Sunday 24th February 2013 10:27 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:The Oak Tree at Hatton Locks | Extra Hot, Extra Wet, Extra Shot | Anthony and Katypatra |
If ever you
love for you.
If ever the
do not fear.
A little late for valentines,
Saturday 23rd February 2013 11:55 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:The Emergency Room Visit | The Ole Fishin Hole (Haiku) |
Great poetry and acoustic music
This Tuesday - 26th February- doors open 8pm
22a Liscard Crescent
Wallasey- The Wirral
CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)
Check us out in the gig guide...
Our Guest Poet
Ged's poetry questions life. Poetically it does this via the telling of tales...
Saturday 23rd February 2013 4:23 pm
Also by Chris Co:Wirral Ode Show - Open floor Night - February | All things considered | Life |
Friday 22nd February 2013 10:17 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:This Family Life | On St. Swithens Day | Waterloo Sunset. Part 2 | Co Op Live Art Fiasco |
I am posting this for a friend of my hubby who has just started a weekly podcast. He's a good lad who used to play in a band with Mark so show some support and get your submissions in . It's mostly for new unsigned bands but they are looking to include spoken word performance too.
Blown away by the response from our first podcast. For those who ...
Friday 22nd February 2013 8:38 pm
Leave Kate alone,leave her in peace,
As an heir to the throne she is soon to release.
To give birth to your first is such a strain,
Leave her alone don't disturb her brain.
Instantaneously admired,a star in the making,
In love with Prince William,the intense responsibility she is taking.
Compassionate and loving,beautiful and great,
Leave her alone to peacefull...
Friday 22nd February 2013 10:47 am
Also by hugh:A lost glove | Appendicitis ? | Hilda hath no fear | Barclay's in Bletchley-sliding doors shut on 85 year old ! | Sun or moon ? |
It’s not the same for banksters,
The real gangsters,
Never wind up in handcuffs.
Behind scandals, there’s board rooms,
And JP Morgan goons,
That don’t care if you choke on the fumes,
Of their cooperate joyriding,
As long as you keep abiding,
By standards they’d never live by,
Like eating a steak pie,
That’s 99 per cent horse and 1 per cent fly!
Thursday 21st February 2013 9:52 pm
Also by Wez Jefferies:Close calls and near misses | The river | A civil war, where the mind is as powerful as the gun |
Baking home-made bread in Birkenhead,
Cannot be justified.
I have tried.
Except in the unlikely event
If not paying rent
One has to sell the homely pride
Enticing would-be vendors to come inside.
Baking bread in Birkenhead is fun, amusing but time consuming.
The competition on this grey February day
Is Halo 3 extended play
An assault on a young boys...
Thursday 21st February 2013 4:41 pm
Thursday 21st February 2013 4:14 pm
Black and White.
Gathered for a photograph in four ascending rows, and
guided by their teacher’s gaze, a class of vocal children pose.
All the boys are standing up; all the girls are seated;
variously polished, buckled, brushed and neatly pleated.
Blinking in the drenching flash they dim their grin-contorted faces,
bustle back to classroom tables chattering a...
Thursday 21st February 2013 6:45 am
Shite they say is such a dirty word
It conjures up all sorts of images
Brown, sticky and smelly vestiges
But can you polish a turd
I think you can, it is not absurd
To think you can make something better
To think you can improve the design
To think you can create something new
From something which reminds you of poo
It took a long while for ...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 9:08 am
A person can change, right?
I'm a leopard neglecting my spots for sport
& shedding skin, trying to forget or misplace my immoralities.
I was born in brawls & cut from the knuckle of enmity
ended with a parting shot.
I've been loved, spat out and tattooed by the system you applaud.
Now I'm looking for a way out.
a second chance I thought was you.
If I can hold o...
Tuesday 19th February 2013 6:47 pm
Also by Memoir.:A state of Californication. | Hawthorne. | William, It was really Nothing. |
As the river flows,
This life source,
In torrents swelled to destructive force.
New paths gouged, etched against it's might,
Cleansing the deadwood, new life blooms in the light.
Debris swirls, caught in it's girth
reclaimed, broken, clambering for earth.
An emotional torrent of change.
As the river flows,
This life source.
In meandering paths et...
Tuesday 19th February 2013 5:29 am
Also by Tracey bucknell:The Language Of Love |
On Oxford Street there is one of many
shops I've seen from off of the telly
I popped in to kill a bit of the time
I ended accused of committing a crime
Just because I look like a bit of a klepto
Shufflin' around dressed up all like Steptoe
Doesn't mean I'm going to cause any grief
And I've never considered being a thief
So aside from a few dirty...
Monday 18th February 2013 10:09 pm
Also by Daniel Smith:To My Ex-Girlfriend |
WHAT IS GOING ON WITH THE BLOG 'UNIT'! THREE COPIES OF EVERYTHING, AT LEAST.
Monday 18th February 2013 8:56 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:The Gay Dinosaur |
I am currently writing my first short, 5 poem Collection of poetry "A story to the plants that made them blush" is coming out in summer 2013 it will be available from me at "Poetry, Prose and Pints" events or through contacting me. It will be a simple paper leaflet costing 50p with any profit going to charity
Here is a teaser poem from the collection and a ...
Monday 18th February 2013 12:42 pm
Suppose there are souls that really exist
in eternity on the other side
where 24/7 evangelists
promise death to those who bridge the void.
Suppose them sitting in homes and cities
in their virtual, spiritual forms.
Would their ghostly, gaseous entities
risk it all for a stirring of warmth?
Suppose that a soul accessed a peep-hole
and observed you ...
Monday 18th February 2013 10:46 am
Also by Ray Miller:Potted History | When I Was Your Father | My Favourite Glass | Wards |
You parade her photos before him,
proof that your mother’s beauty was not a daughter’s delusion.
Side by side in one snap,
He ignores you at 14 unlovely as a juvenile bird,
but ogles her film star pout.
So you are hurled back to that day
she bowled up to college in scarlet sports car,
snatching the gaze of the boy, who had replaced Donnie ...
Sunday 17th February 2013 6:36 pm
Also by fiona sinclair:Bed Snatcher |
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Put forward Ushiku Crisafulli for BEST NON MUSICAL ENTERTAINER.
You'll see us both repping Riff at RIFF SURVIVAL SUNDAY - MARCH 31st
Sunday 17th February 2013 5:24 pm
Inflow of confetti, brings happiness and fun
Newly wed romance in the August sun
From the valley of dreams, mid the hills and dales
Azure the sky and green the vales
Tantalizing melodies in the afternoon air
Unaware of love lingering everywhere
Against the backdrop of a cloudless sky
The snow capped mountain stands so high
Infatuation or love? A beaut...
Sunday 17th February 2013 3:34 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:A Day In My Life | Rose Maloney | Untitled |
One Night I Stole a Purple Balloon
One night I stole a purple balloon
From a cheaply decorated nightclub
I was pissed out of my mind so it looked pretty
And taking it seemed a good idea.
When I tied it up at home
Like a child decorating for a birthday party
I did not expect it to be there for long: balloons
Tend to run out of air or escape when you lo...
Sunday 17th February 2013 2:15 pm
What starts as romance
Ends up as routine
For years in between
Carefully picked verse
Until you just sign
For better or worse
And each time you try
To write your own lines
You find out how hard
Are good Valentines.
Copyright(C)David Subacchi 2013
Sunday 17th February 2013 1:48 pm
Also by David Subacchi:INDIGNITY |
The first few times we met
Was under a crossing of invisible bridges
Watching the boats setting out
For distant isles,
Plunging our love
Into a monochrome
Of steered moonlight.
The first few times
Was buried in half baked clues
Pressed tight in your eyes
And whispered words
Under droning boats
But never your intent,
Sunday 17th February 2013 11:31 am
Sunday 17th February 2013 2:50 am