Poetry Blogs (Apr 2013)
As honesty doesn’t come in half measures
I squared up to him-
‘In this tin is worms,’ I said,
‘I won’t mince syllables,
As I am meant to be gritty-
There’s already too many
In this bit…’
Then we went to town
Dressed as old goths
And we went to town
On each other
Tuesday 30th April 2013 8:18 pm
Also by Cathy Crabb:Wolves |
Tuesday 30th April 2013 7:40 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Jimmy Rockford | Ghostly Quiet | I'm Not Perfect | A Letter to Myself |
I had a bream
It got away
It shot upstream
To my dismay
I just caught a minnow
With my rod that day
Next time I’ll go to bingo
I’ll catch the matinee
I came home empty-handed
And low on self-esteem
So there and then
I told my mates I’d landed
A bag of thirty bream
(By half past ten)
I had a bream
It got away
It shot ups...
Tuesday 30th April 2013 5:12 pm
Also by John Coopey:"Michael Seen Flora" | Has Anybody Seen My Little Sarah? | My Biggest Fan (When You Say Nothing At All) | "Here's My Tits - My Arse's Behind" | Schadenfreude | There's Allus a Reason "Why Not" | Don't Look Twice - It's Cellulite |
And we shall see
How these words develop
When they wrap around
The tall white spaces
Freeze-dried blocks of crystal matter
In cages our letters remain
Casting gloomy glances across the rain
The trees on fire, as are they
Who speak these words that live today
Made and given life
Now retracted, punish the crime
No-one allowed to speak their ...
Tuesday 30th April 2013 4:14 pm
Also by David Blake:History |
Fearing was the theme
he instilled in us
from his bouts of darkness
as so many fear inherited Fathers do.
More than familiar was he
with his chronic complaint.
Stained with his shadows
we also became acquainted
with erratic disorder.
Such heavy baggage became our burdens.
Those containers of sorrow
labelled with all of ou...
Tuesday 30th April 2013 2:24 pm
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Tuesday 30th April 2013 12:33 am
Also by Chris Co:ThePoetry Spoke April - Open floor poetry & Guests | Nothing Left |
I'm sorry for all profile changes and removing blogs.
I've only been connected with this site 2 months and I've made a complete hash.
I'm sorry Tony when I realised you weren't what I was looking for I should have just pulled out, in all fairness you said I could,but I'm not saying sorry indefinately.
I thoroughly enjoyed my last read at The Tudor but would prefer to travel to Manch...
Monday 29th April 2013 4:37 pm
He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then
lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,
and pulls them up, horned and furious,
two or three at a time, again and again,
their claws caught in his clever weave.
He carries them home for tea at seven,
twelve dancing crabs in a bucket of water.
Monday 29th April 2013 2:24 pm
I stand before this mirror
Looking not at but through
My eyes push to recognise
Focus on a version of self
that at least holds some semblance
Or truth, I wait………..
Then ringing it comes!
And certain feelings
Lost like so many old keys turn up
And in this I re-gather
Windows open and I feel the rush
Of my own youth
Monday 29th April 2013 12:48 pm
with a long howl
lessening down the night
as a lost soul
falling a great height
hissed ` murderer! `
Monday 29th April 2013 9:41 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:four from the Gazebo menu Epic | The way it was. |
''Hey see this? this and that?
-he pointed at the washing-
then get it sorted.''
''where's the friggin money?''
The window cleaner avoided eye contact.
''there's no tea!''
He sat quiet.
She walked into the kitchen
- touched a swelling eye-
and planned her escape.
words and foto T Carroll
Monday 29th April 2013 1:54 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Wandering expositions | Let us bury the hatchet | ''Kiss my arse'' | Chin up chaps |
Such a disaster once had happened.
Water and fire had fallen in love
Master to hug the fire was maddened,
Was so much afraid to hug his love.
Strong arms of fire enchanted, gleamed,
All around him has brightened.
Pull over to her love water dreamed
But the flames of fire frightened.
Prideful and beautiful was the fire
With each coming day hi...
Sunday 28th April 2013 8:43 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:My Couch | I Am the Chair A day in the life of comp | Cognac |
Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)
and feeling so high.
Walking on walls
and touching the floor.
Spinning wheel blues
in the back of your mind.
Knowing you can’t take
in time with each spin
as the room turns over
and throws you aside.
You clutch to the bed
as though you would fall
and – somew...
Sunday 28th April 2013 6:51 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Skool Daze | Pure O | The Ghost Of Summer | warRANT | Class Action | Waiting For Miss Write | Old Tyke Blues | Fields Of Carbon & Blood (1984) | Jigsaw | The Clown |
What a Plane Day
I came home from work and saw GMP Defender spy plane circling where I live. I heard the turboprops as it did racetrack patterns going into clouds. I also saw a kid's balloon black on grey sky. Did Defender's camera pick it up?
Then I saw a second spy plane! A plastic Diamond DA42 prop plane. Hey, prop jets are more cool. Even crap Defender has them! You two ...
Sunday 28th April 2013 4:32 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:ALL OF THE ABOVE | Italia with utube vid link of my gullivers headline gig |
Tugging the stockings out the drawer
Clasp up clips, leave suit on the floor
Zip up my boots, apply more mascara
Anticipate nervously the oncoming drama
Start the engine on cold autumn night
You wanted me there, and I cannot fight
Tired, unsure, aware of the time
Knowing your impatience, I blur the white line
Bright lights feed confidence, feeling unf...
Sunday 28th April 2013 10:33 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Banished from Eden | Retreat | Irish Sea |
The Worst We All Feared
Do you really think,
Do you really think that you
Are allowed a place in Heaven -
After all you have seen,
After all you have experienced,
Do you really think you will
Take these memories with you??
What is left of us,
What is there that goes beyond
The place we are tortured?
More than that,
Saturday 27th April 2013 10:59 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:Missing | Ghost | To The Bogus Caller | Spent | On Listening | Just Another Ode To Be Ignored |
hot sweet breath on tense muscle
flexing fingertips pulsed all bluey
liquidity seeking new quick form
opening teased seeping coves
scratch scores of eager relief
pink rosy bruising geography
mapping a contour pressure
caressing crackling storms
that splice granite arteries
shear blunt battled barbs
for compromised hearts
the raved new interlude
scatters old reasoning
to a gold wonderlust
free an aged misery
Saturday 27th April 2013 4:13 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Frampton Dreams of Springsteen (for dearest Gertrude) | Gladys Bettess | I, Corby | Hyde Park | Airbed 1: 2007 | Chemistry |
on the please-come-in door
a bright brass knocker
and stained glass birds
rainbows on the walls
when the sun casts through
a dark scrolled shelf
hangs high in the hall
gleaming with candlesticks
cats dogs monkeys
and a clear glass train
full of coloured candy beads
glowing like jewels
up the stairs to bedtime
Saturday 27th April 2013 12:39 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Upon Originality | CBT in Sale on Tuesday |
Behind failing lines,
These curtains of shrapnel and sharp steel
Conceal my misery,
So seamlessly, absently
I go on, numb, alone,
For sensation no longer blesses me.
Relentlessly, I force back my fear,
The absent tears never reach my cheeks
And thick blankets of earth and sand
Choke my cries, damp, pitiful.
I fall to the boards clotted with death
As my breath...
Saturday 27th April 2013 12:32 pm
Also by Simon Austin:Broken Alone | For I am Gone |
I recently had to write a 'political poem' for an exercise. This was the result:
Fuck the Queen,
I never voted for her.
Well, no... don't actually fuck her,
Afterall I'm sure,
She's a lovely old lady,
But what more?
A lovely old Lady,
Just like my Grandma was,
but nobody ever sang her her own song.
Maybe if 'God Save Annie' was sung,
Friday 26th April 2013 9:07 pm
Also by Thomas Roche:An Hour Inside |
Stop the cuts, and stop the closures,
Private companies, trying to own us,
Globalist profits, tax payer exposure,
Figures kept under wraps, like a banker’s bonus.
Stop the cuts, ‘cos they’re completely unfair,
There’s no need, for cuts to welfare.
Why not abolish Trident next year,
And concentrate on the families living in fear?
Struggling to pay the rent this month,
Friday 26th April 2013 8:21 pm
Also by Wez Jefferies:Cycles |
Occasionally receiving his parcel of light,
he returns from the blindness in his mind
and gets ready to greet her.
It is only the hallucinatory power of love
temporarily conjuring with his awakening
making him believe she has been pardoned by death.
Time for hat and coat!
'my wife is coming to take me home!
he tells other residents excited...
Friday 26th April 2013 8:18 pm
As our feet finally touch down on safe terra firma,
Thoughts of our marriage could not be further,
Jetlagged and weary,
In a strange foreign land,
From our port hole window,
Bright lights...rock silhouette,
Darkness disguising its sand.
Overwhelmed and exhausted,
Blackpool times a...
Friday 26th April 2013 6:01 pm
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Friday 26th April 2013 3:45 am
We gazed at children so expectantly
and after thirty-two years of that
we’re still fondling my vasectomy
while pondering new ways of losing fat.
She watches re-runs of The Walking Dead;
I’ve got live streams showing Aston Villa.
She’s relaxed as an axe chops off soft heads;
I’m tense and nervous as a Psycho Killer.
She treats cut and bruis...
Thursday 25th April 2013 11:05 pm
Image: Crossing into Mexico.
25.04.13: 107) Sky's grey same as yesterday
Bird's singin' crossing bells ringin'
Train's comin, progress makin' whole house shakin'
An' I'm usin' the time to capture it in rhyme.
108) At Alan's I'm stayin' baroque music playin'
Music so mellow, on flute, harpsichord or cello
As you may be supposin, I'm sat composin'
Thursday 25th April 2013 9:18 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet::Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (San Antonio to Los Fresnos) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Austin to San Antonio) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Austin Pt 2) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Lamesa to Austin) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Lamesa & The Forrest Fest). | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Austin to Lamesa). | Trev hits Texas again his 2013 tour. (Austin Pt 1) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Getting there). | Trev hits Texas again his 2013 tour. Pre Departure Days |
I feel abashed at something I’ve done wrong
and wish it didn’t involve another
for, thanks to my libido, my glib tongue
has made a married woman my lover.
Had I but known the dark guilt I’d foster
I’d have kept it stowed firmly in my pants
but neglect of what our act would cost her
led me to lead her on some merry dance
engineered by my base, priapic...
Thursday 25th April 2013 4:26 pm
Also by Richie Muster:Twine Whine (A Day In The Life Of comp) | The Wind Has Spoken | Wake Up And... (A Day In The Life Of comp) |
Emerging from the depths
gasping for oxygen,
once on the surface, recoiling
from the incineration
of sunrays penetrating
a chlorinated sheath.
like inflated airbags,
bleary eyes dazzled
the colour of orangeade,
pouring through the high windows.
As they crowd around me,
they are birthday balloons
Thursday 25th April 2013 9:47 am
Also by Amy Ismay:Clarity | Waiting for It | Night at the Rotunda |
In the morning she was mother again,
breakfasting gaily on the remaining quarter bottle,
whilst you trekked to ‘the shop’
like a disgruntled wine waiter sent to distant cellars.
Don’t desert me held you hostage in the kitchen,
listening, as she worried at the past, for the first slouched words
that made you want to slap her.
Thursday 25th April 2013 7:46 am
One swan is worth fifty sparrows
Three eagles for thirty blackbirds
and one jackdaw's worth five robins
For swan, read Brit
for sparrow, Syrian
for eagle, read Yank.
Blackbirds are Iraqis
The jackdaw's an Israeli
and the robins Palestinians.
Dead good isn't it.
Thursday 25th April 2013 12:13 am
ON THE BLOCK
High rise flats.
Eyes on sticks
And cars on bricks.
The youths are dealing.
Trying to impress you,
Even oppress you.
They look rough,
Wednesday 24th April 2013 12:34 pm
Also by Pete Slater:A FRIDAY MORNING BUBBLE | OLDEN DAYS | EASY TIME | SHADOWS. | I STILL SEE | WONDERING | REPOSSESSION DEPRESSION. | LISTEN!! | LAID BARE. | JAEGERBOMBS AND KARMA | HOME SWEET HOME | EASTER. | WELL, DO YA?? |
What if our total experience
is managed by forms that are
beyond our cosmic constintuency?
What if our lives are not lived but
Love and rage,
peace and imperfections.
Each of us may well be unreal,
contolled by some future government
or gaming company.
What if our hardware wears out
and leaves our skeleton wan...
Wednesday 24th April 2013 9:34 am
Also by Kealan Coady:Words No Bigger Than Nails | Blonde Memory |
I watch them quietly
they are everywhere
whichever way I turn
whenever I scan the rooms
to understand more
they live around corners
and turn with a parallel force
in the shoe box
on the floors, on roofs
along fingers and toes
down the railway tracks
in your most hidden alleys
sometimes they sit across me
looking strong, confident
elsewhere they are l...
Wednesday 24th April 2013 7:11 am
I open my eyes
Life is strange, full of fear
I have lived many a year
Never looking at the bricks
Just staring at walls
Travelling on a narrow and winding road
A fork triplicating my soul
Religion provides a gleaming light
A golden dome forever bright
Questioning the Creator's proven might
Engrossed by tempting Masonic majesty
Praying to a...
Wednesday 24th April 2013 1:03 am
Also by Jules Clare:Numbers | The Good Old Days | Celebration | Anger | Heaven and Hell |
Starting as a low murmur,
My mood blackens,
Reason detaches itself from me.
That...fuzzy feeling clouds my brain,
Panic pushes all else aside.
Thoughts turn back to home,
Fears I can't speak of,
"Things will never change"
I see myself give up,
Unable to convey
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 10:27 pm
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 6:49 pm
I seek him:
stumbling. My blood-stained feet
refuse to stop,
must not stop,
searching for him.
In the deep black darkness of the night
I adore him, for death I love him,
look forward to the day I shall meet him,
throw myself between his arms,
put my head on his shoulders and just...
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 2:58 pm
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 2:47 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Virus | The Seagull |
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 12:55 am
Also by Roger Fizzerton:What happened, you ask? | Shangri-Cathay Arousal | ♪ An arrangement of notes about three lighthouses ♪ |
Twenty years ago,
he is waiting for a bus,
'Cos twenty years ago
he is simply one of us.
But just twenty years ago,
he comes under attack,
Just 'cos twenty years ago,
this teenager is black.
Twenty years ago,
he runs for his life,
'Cos twenty years ago,
racists stick him with a knife.
Twenty years ago,
this firework is far too fleeting,
And so twenty yea...
Monday 22nd April 2013 10:36 pm
Form into an black shell
Slime on the window.
Curl an ending
in an air trap
Monday 22nd April 2013 7:53 pm
Also by Winston Plowes:Never - |
I was not impressed by the LIKES of that masked thug seen running at a police horse and
punching it in the face - and who was later reported to be receiving "disability" benefit!
Spare us your song of self-pity
The world's had enough of that ditty!
The refrain stays the same -
Monday 22nd April 2013 3:39 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:St. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL - APRIL 17, 2013 | THATCHER - IN PASSING | LIFE'S A RISK! | OPPRESSORS |
We smelt the piles of rubbish in the street
and read by candles in the freezing dark,
we watched for Nazi skinheads in the park
and heard the moan of Britain's long defeat.
The old paternalism kept us down
in triple-binds of accent, race and creed;
and yet we thought we nurtured hope indeed,
though dreams of aspiration went unknown.
And then the old consensus passed away
Sunday 21st April 2013 5:12 pm
What of you my darling
My dearest one
What of you within the warm shimmer of day
Fey careless heart
God gifted you dark night
For all your errant swirling dreams to sail
Far away across deep forever running seas
Storm and tempest ever
Tossing you upon some far distant shore
To sleep forever and dream amore
What of you my darling
My dearest one
Sunday 21st April 2013 4:27 pm
satanic wordplay is at work here
kicking in barn doors laughing
the other day i found out that cromwell got the fa-buck da digged up and hung
information is exciting
being smacked in the face was much better
there's nothing like blood
loyal to demonic activities
get the chanting going
Saturday 20th April 2013 11:43 pm
Also by SPACEGHOST:a note to those without hope Empathic illness. |
That dance that glance
that suedehead stance
Them 2 tone covered ska tracks
them union flags
them bald scumbags
that culture that was hijacked
that toothless Jerry
that white Fred Perry
them blunt end skinny ties
those boots and braces
them shiny faces
when the world was young and so was I
That punch off Manny
that finger that fanny
that mad twat on our estat...
Saturday 20th April 2013 7:32 pm
Jail Writings* (letters to self)
-I dreamt that I woke up in someone else's bunk bed. under the mat I found an array of knives, shanks and "evil" shrine material wrapped up in a mess. Guards dress me like a doll. I guess they found me at virginia avenue in minneapolis. not knowing why is the worst, especially because you were there. drunken idiot.
-even time to waste i...
Saturday 20th April 2013 7:32 am
I thought I saw an execution there.
The fascinated public gathered round.
The cheerful hangmen stripped the victim bare
and built their gibbet high above the ground.
The rope was taut. My wildness filled with fear.
I saw him fall. I heard his final cry.
Yet when the hangmen left I ventured near
to find my fault: I'd never seen him die.
In fact, I think he'd died some years ag...
Friday 19th April 2013 10:45 pm
We kissed and set the wheels in motion.
Driven wild, I crashed upon your curves.
No control, let loose lust's potion.
Set adrift on sensory swerves.
See me drowning in your eyes.
Taste the poison from your lips.
Ignite me with your thighs.
Fan the flames with your hips.
Keep time with pulses racing.
Bodies writhing, burning heat begin.
Friday 19th April 2013 10:05 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Where Elephants Go (revised) | War Veteran (revised) | Cruel Harvest (revised) | Black Dog (revised) |
Friday 19th April 2013 4:28 pm