Poetry Blogs (May 2013)
Nicola Beckett on Been and Gone (34 minutes ago)
Nicola Beckett on Blessed are the lovemakers (58 minutes ago)
Nicola Beckett on To a cold soul (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on Deflowered (1 hour ago)
Nicola Beckett on Your Scar (1 hour ago)
death will always be illogical,
moreso,with reference to beauty.
On one occasion
I watched death slowly filling a beautiful friend.
Watching this illogical happening
staggered my breathing.
Watching this and being watched
by his eyes that gradually succumbed to stoney stillness
made us both obligatory participants.
Me in sorrow,him in n...
Friday 31st May 2013 11:37 pm
every lamppost begets a graveyard
a thick bottomed slice of burnt offerings
to the insect gods
upon seeing this the blackened birds drop
from a sugared spoon
the wind comes from nowhere and just holds me
a manly duality, with a laissez faire sexuality
and when it drops those birds settle on my
fingers and cough for my attention
far too ...
Friday 31st May 2013 6:09 pm
Also by Paul Sands:theta wave | may it never, yet it does | Good Morning, Good Morning | Quietly, I |
Friday 31st May 2013 5:36 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Wrong Career . | It’s August... (by Mel) | Abyssal Edge | Karma Kill | MET | Messerschmitt Death Machine | MIRACLE | OLD HAMMER DIVINE | STONE |
The warmth of closing Maytime sun
Flicks through the breezy blind
As jagged, fractured, lightening thoughts
Attack my drifting mind
I lie, reclining held secure
A nest of wickered foam
Just glaze and stare, motionless there
Subconsciousness to roam
Unexpected warmth surrounds
With this the moment’s shaped
Languid limbs and slackened mouth
A body barel...
Friday 31st May 2013 4:34 pm
Here is the latest news on our contribution to the Heatons Arts Trail: -
Since our primary role will be to translate artistic products into words of poetry, I think our general theme should be ‘synaesthesia’ – that is, the translation of one artistic medium into another. This would work in two ways:The translation of musical performance into poetry. The translation of art/artist...
Friday 31st May 2013 2:45 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:June Meeting |
someone else's seats
being there as the lights go down
pull apart silver
this film has been passed
If the ship fits let it be Titanic
Baby stood in a corner and would not ...
Friday 31st May 2013 9:22 am
Also by mark littler:Rustam and Sohrab | telling of insects |
This is the first poem in my new e-book On The Verge, which I am selling to raise money for a Black Rhino conservation project in Africa. You can buy the book for under £2 here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/317217 and it can then be downloaded onto just about any computer, smart-phone, tablet or e-reader.
The Spirit of the Road.
Everything’s got a soul you know.
Thursday 30th May 2013 10:07 pm
Standing on the wide grey hill
The noontide skyscape hangs heavily
Like fog crafted from artists’ hands
Cities of unease hang invisible in the air.
They pour scorn on every hope in his heart
Picturing clouds unfurling with time
And shades of black rolling in on him.
A binocular gazer, from a high window
In the distance
Watches and waits, careful a...
Thursday 30th May 2013 4:54 pm
Also by David Blake:Kiribati |
Following the loss of her husband of many years, my sister received the following poem by Robert Browning
Hamiliton in a message of condolence from a friend. I post this with acknowledgements to its author as a
prime example of how "less can be more".
I walked a mile with Pleasure.
She chatted all...
Thursday 30th May 2013 4:43 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE BEAST WITHIN | TRACKS | DAMBUSTER | THE MAGICAL MEDICAL MERRY-GO-ROUND |
Ladies and Gentlemen
Boys and girls
In this space and around the world
Raise your hands
Let flags unfurl
For Dostoyevski’s Chicken
She can sing – she can dance
She’s signed up for a comedy romance
A billion web views – not by chance
For Dostoyevski’s Chicken
Here’s a fowl you all can rate
She’ll never end up...
Thursday 30th May 2013 3:11 pm
Also by Marksy:My Obsession (Again) | (Be my) Only One | The Misfits (going awol) | We're Northerners, us |
Through the land carved the mighty beast
Devouring a life with every feast
The beast ate and ate and ate, its only thought was how to feed
And it grew with all it ate
And as it grew so grew its hate
But its intentions never spoken, it hides behind a need, its name cast in gold, Greed
Since when Greed suppressed the day
And ordered Work to mu...
Thursday 30th May 2013 2:34 pm
Also by Daniel Carr:Under The Blue Veil | Monkey Town Madness |
I have an eidetic memory which is similar to a photographic memory.
Apparently useful if you work for MI5 !
I can remember all the kind positive comments left on my poems left previously and I appreciated every single one of them.
Eidetic memory remembers the spoken word, I also remember all situations, places I have been and can also bring an almost identical picture to my mind.
Wednesday 29th May 2013 10:58 pm
One More Baby Means One More Tomb
Vast, swelling, productive wealth
Cheaper goods imported
The shoes on my feet
The app on my phone
That monitors my menstrual cycle
Power in my hand.
A Womans fertility
Is under surveillance
Checked by family planning officers
If you fall pregnant
The state knows
On a surgical table
Wednesday 29th May 2013 4:59 pm
I sit on the rustic park bench
that gives me splinters
to watch the world go by.
Families pass, as do couples
many hand in hand
oblivious to my sigh.
The only solitary figure
am I on this spring day
I know that's how it ...
Wednesday 29th May 2013 3:58 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:perspective |
silver starlight in your eyes,
a soft touch
before we say goodbye.
It’s over too fast,
I hope this feeling will last
until the morning
of teardrops on your cheek.
All my tears,
the happiness I seek
was over so fast,
I hope this pain won’t last
until the morning
Wednesday 29th May 2013 11:26 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:A Step Towards Summer | I Wish I Had A Harley | In The Belly Of The Whale | Noticed | Deadly Nightshade | That Which Autumn Leaves | Eyrie Avenue | Shy Ann | Lair Of The Snow Spider | The Cause Celebre | Azrael | Marks In The Sand |
ten past nine
i wait by the smell of the oils drying
and look at my fingers
think how the paint patterns of accident
than the offering on the board.
look at the lines drawn
on the fat side of my thumb.
The mount of venus
where all ideas of love begun.
they are still young, just weary
my fingers can easy bend
Wednesday 29th May 2013 1:38 am
Also by Rachel Bond :whalesong | white noise (letters) | Hidden Song of the Godhead |
Wednesday 29th May 2013 1:29 am
Two Seagulls Flying
Two seagulls flying, flew down to the beach
They ate fish and chips from the chippy
Then after that, they tried some ice cream
A choc-ice and some Mr Whippy
They flew down again the very next day
This time they ate Pizza and Pastie
They were too stuffed to fly so they both hitched a ride
On the roof of a slow passing taxi
Tuesday 28th May 2013 9:22 pm
Also by Ste J Bee:Little Ben |
Hello WOL chums - long time no hear from Fifi. Apologies for that - making a living got in the way of having a life. But I had to share this with you: Ian McMillan (yes, the Ian McMillan) re-tweeted a poem of mine, so I'm as happy as a cat with two tails! The poem was inspired by watching Karen Alderson knitting during a get-together at an Arvon course run by WOL's very own Julian Jordon with F...
Tuesday 28th May 2013 6:43 pm
Please don’t film me I don’t wish to be
Connected infected much rather rejected
than play any part in your puerile
so called immediacy or Art.
YouTube generation, god give them detention
for anything goes from delivering weak prose
to dispatching old souls
Taboo we may as well strip and replace it with sick
that’s what they say the youth of today
Tuesday 28th May 2013 12:33 pm
Also by Richard Alfred:Never For Ever | I AM | Written in Stone | Mother's Autumn | Cruel Impossible Love | Seahorse | Padlock |
I am the thought
I am the instant
I am the fleeting moment
I am deep inside the feeling
The feeling of you
I am the air
I am the breath
I am the swelling of your lungs
I am the sweet sensation on your lips
The words you speak for me
I am the deed
I am the action
I am the motion of your body
I am the drive that makes you go
Tuesday 28th May 2013 9:46 am
(I'd never heard the saying until a recent visit there)
The chanting in the cloister
The pealing of the bell,
As sure as God’s in Gloucester
So all with Gloucester’s well.
It’s said that God in Heaven
Benignly chose this place
This city by the Severn
To domicile his grace.
So many towers skywards tilt
As to the clouds they’ve clawed
Tuesday 28th May 2013 7:51 am
Also by John Coopey:1069 And All That | Filey | Your First Hut Is The Cheapest | Dick |
Love is many things,
But not an extract or a selection.
Love is complete.
Love is belief and trust,
Not demanding and expecting.
Love is total.
Love is making people happy,
Not seeking happiness.
Love is consuming.
Love is compassion and forgiveness,
Not deference, submission and duty.
Love is unconditional.
Love is benevol...
Monday 27th May 2013 4:56 pm
Everybody needs a birra' space .... don't they ???? .......
I’m going to find me a place
A place with space.
A place with space
Where I can face
On my own.
All on my own.
On my own
But I won’t be lonely.
I’ll have grown.
I can manage
On my own.
Monday 27th May 2013 10:43 am
Also by Pete Slater:IDEAS | CATCH THE RAIN | OLD SCHOOL | COMMON OR WHAT? |
Monday 27th May 2013 12:19 am
Also by Tom Alexander:Lost Letter, Found | Fascinator Moon | All The Forgotten Novels |
I’m looking deep.
We sit near the steps.
Silk Cut comforted.
The blue plumes
of Liverpool Street.
Grass marks on jeans,
your boots unpolished,
from where they kicked me.
Hard and mean.
I lie and say
I love you.
Your bowed head,
You can’t let go.
I did not know.
Sunday 26th May 2013 10:45 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:David Bowie at 66 | As If Dancing To Basie | Death at the Riverside | Baltimore |
photo credit: AEI
Walk Loosely To The Light
Biography and biology unfold and we
Find us bound in habit
Tied to identity
What turns us inside
What makes us crazy
Makes us remember
A tall elegant griot advised
Let it hang
Fire is needed more than light
So orange l...
Sunday 26th May 2013 9:26 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Down To Da Sky | FOUR X a.k.a. This Damn World | Repost: |
Sunday 26th May 2013 12:21 pm
It's not the days
it's the minutes.
The days can be managed
to have shape, content
But the minutes can be hell.
The wolf howls at the moon
circled by Command Module pilots
so far from humanity.
Six lonely men, enduring their forty seven dark minutes.
But even they were loved.
Their lives had flavour,
they knew the intimacy...
Sunday 26th May 2013 9:51 am
Also by Dave Bradley:The Night Bus Driver |
Leave your mark under my skin
how strong you are
feast your eyes on my disdain
And hope this one won't scar
I will never belong to you, again
I will never belong to you,
if you still need my pain
Cause I will never tell
So scream if you still hate my name
Sunday 26th May 2013 8:00 am
Also by Chris Heidtbrink:Forever Tainted Revisited | The Devine Division | The Beast Within | Son Or Daughter | The Hate Within | Walk Me Home | A Needless Pain | My Sacrifice | Untitled | My Whispered Goodbye | Untitled | Untitled | Too Many Hurt | A Moon Lit Sky | A Verdict Chosen Revisted! |
I don’t doubt,
I don’t doubt at all that
Atrocities are carried out by
All who claim to know,
For they feed it –
To each and every-one – still,
When you see the big picture,
The real story behind the gore,
You’ll not want for war,
You’ll not want the macabre images
Hollywood cries for,
I saw once upon many moons ago,
Sunday 26th May 2013 4:08 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Bearings |
The orchestra of wind blowing
Through lush green trees
Builds from a whisper
To a forte with ease.
Lightning casts a blinding light
In white dangerous rhythm
Thunder drums quietly, then boom
In crescendo to the anthem.
Maestro of land, sea and sky
Of many living sounds and sights
Living, breathing symphonie's
Singing lullabies at nights.
And then ...
Saturday 25th May 2013 6:05 pm
She rides in the dark of the night,
on her newly broken steed,
lines on her face so deep,
tracing every life she'd ever lived.
With a heart of gold
and soul of an angel,
she's never been cornerned,
is her destiny.
Her heart racing,
her steeds hooves pounding,
galloping along a darkened beach,
waves crashing on the shore,
Saturday 25th May 2013 5:28 pm
Saturday 25th May 2013 9:45 am
In the gloom of dell
Command and repeat the spell
That held the blaze
Of you and me
Why did I jump so bold into your arms?
In the forest of grief
Tear and scatter the leaf
That held the hope
Of you and me
What made you torment both our souls?
In the river of vigour
Fade and smote the figure...
Saturday 25th May 2013 6:57 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:The Oak Tree III | Morning Shower | Voices |
when im looking into the mirror pointing and saying YOUR MORE PATHETIC THAN ME !
Saturday 25th May 2013 12:19 am
Also by SPACEGHOST:in the dark for ages. |
At the beat of a drum,
The world changed,
Blamed on many,
Caused by few.
At the still of a heart,
The world stopped,
Spun by many,
Ceased by two.
At the loss of a soul,
The world cried,
Tears of many,
All for you.
Dedicated to the family and memory of Drummer Lee Rigby, born July 1987, senslessly taken from the world, 22nd May 2013
Friday 24th May 2013 11:03 pm
Also by Simon Austin:Sultress | My Beautiful Lie | Animals | The Addict | Danse Macabre (The Dance of Death) |
If only you could have swum faster baby
and outpaced the determined hunters.
Killer whales are not guilty.
Their nature is being hungry and beautiful.
Soon,time won't belong to you anymore
immense clouds of your blood and attacked flesh
will be made to hover momentarily in the deep,as
Mother looks on
in gigantic helplessness
pouring out her ...
Friday 24th May 2013 9:06 pm
I entered the cage instead of a wild beast,
Burned out my term and moniker by nail in barrack,
lived by the sea side and played the roulette,
had dinner, hell knows with whom, in a frock coat.
From the height of a glacier I watched half of the world,
three times was drowning and twice was ripped.
Left the country in which I was nursed.
A city can be made out of...
Friday 24th May 2013 8:19 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Tomorrow I Will Retire |
Friday 24th May 2013 7:55 pm
Also by Mike Morris:Outside My Window |
So why do I write?
I am not a poet,
but I write a
lot of poetry.
So why do I write?
I write to
point of view.
So why do I write?
Sometimes it's to
feel like I have
a small amount
So why do I write?
I write what
Friday 24th May 2013 5:51 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Christ Love in lamp shape | Lanterne Poem |
Was I the only one now on the beach?
She had stood behind me,
we had both waited- awkwardly.
She decided then to go,
I surmised- by the sound that
the soft tread of departure makes
Sunsets care nothing for dimming shadows
nor waves sigh, that they must lap and fill
the printed pools left by feet.
How hard to turn and not look
back to ...
Thursday 23rd May 2013 11:30 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:The votive offering | 00:01 |
How they smash at the windows
With claws as long as memories.
Letting out screams that sound as familiar as
The one sided talks we used to have.
Syncronised soul squeezing life out with my last wheeze,
Choosing to fight no more this disease,
You see, maybe you cried for me.
But maybe you didn't
And that's not something I'm willing to risk.
Kickstart the stop,...
Thursday 23rd May 2013 8:58 pm
Thursday 23rd May 2013 11:27 am
Mean and moody,
myterious and handsome,
so they call you Black Jack,
do you fancy a game ?
Cool as a cucumber,
disinterest in your look,
I know what you're thinking,
do you fancy some lust ?
Think you'll break my heart in two,
I can not trust,
the passion you've stirred in me,
electricity running through my ve...
Thursday 23rd May 2013 5:57 am
He takes the world personally. Almost in tears. I wish he was here. I don't understand. I feel for the kin.
Wednesday 22nd May 2013 11:11 pm
Also by Miss:The image to the right. | Diseased. | (untitled) | The broody season. |
The three of gulls have flapped it southwards.
With eyes that see fairly and clearly
Only now and again
I look upon the seas cold castle and gallery.
It’s beginning to rain.
A cavalcade of slack-skinned cattle
Surprise me coming down the grey platform,
Sand spreading beneath their hooves,
Shaggy burgundy and white,
Wednesday 22nd May 2013 5:33 pm
Also by firstname.lastname@example.org:Crab Fisherman |
Upside Down in the Sink
Once again this week, I espied a wonderful notice,
this time in a Stockport café
which was an absolute delight to read….
It was along these lines (more or less as it was written):
“All staff to rinse out tea pots
and stand upside-down in the sink”
Well! A poem begging to be written
and here it is:
Wednesday 22nd May 2013 1:03 pm
Also by Dorinda MacDowell:Parking |
I rarely do preamble but feel the need here.
Our poetry night moved venue a month back, and in so doing we moved to a function room that the pub owners had named and decorated as 'the spectacle'.
So what I hear you ask?
I wanted to write something with that title in mind. In so doing I came up wth the idea of a poet in the audience - as yet unheard, becoming the greatest perfor...
Wednesday 22nd May 2013 9:20 am
Also by Chris Co:ThePoetry Spoke - Open mic - £40 cash prize & Guests! |
I don't intend to die, for I have much to finish first.
But if you plan my funeral, if worst should come to worst,
I want some decent hymns, some "Love Divine"s, and "Guide me, O"s.
Say masses for my soul (for I shall need them, heaven knows),
And ring a muffled quarter-peal, and preach a sermon next
(“Behold, that dreamer cometh” should be given as the text),
Then draw a splendid hatc...
Tuesday 21st May 2013 1:27 am
Also by Marnanel Thurman:in my head, scribbled down |