Poetry Blogs (Jun 2013)
She worked in the local library part time.
And liked to read Harry Potter books.
She liked a lad who popped in fortnightly.
He was quiet just like her.
Her eyes sought him out whenever he was there.
A shyness inhibited her asking him out.
In time he stopped go...
Sunday 30th June 2013 10:59 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:EMPIRE THREATENDED | Five Years | domestic | BACK O' PUB | Charmaine | poem out of my new book and link | LOST SOULS | The 7th City | MEAL TIME |
I'm sending a fairy for Miss,
as she makes me happy,
I worry about her,
as she gets a little depressed.
My fairy is called Tinkerbell,
oh, we all know that one !
She's come to give you one wish,
you wish sensibly,
may get pissed,
you see. :)
Sunday 30th June 2013 1:58 pm
Hi Folks - the closing date for 52 Hertz entries is today. You can still enter if you tag your poem with 52 Hertz, as it will be picked up by the link I give you to all the entries. The longer you leave it though, the less opportunity you will be giving people to read and vote on your work.
I've been delighted by the number and quality of the poetry submitted - and blown away by the diff...
Sunday 30th June 2013 11:17 am
Also by Isobel:52 Hertz - WOL Comp | Wondering | 52 Hertz - WOL Comp |
Deep within its depths
it strikes you like a chord
An aria known only to you
You follow along your path
for something to connect with
until you break free
You are not like the others
They do not understand
feel the void
expand with every breath
Sunday 30th June 2013 5:55 am
Why don’t we dance anymore?
Is it because I’m just not easy for you?
If you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen
Move your feet to the exit
And come back when your feelings aren’t hurting
Is this not easy for you?
You can’t dance because your legs are broken in two
I’ll reopen the entrance when I see
You’ve paid your penance
And like dust...
Saturday 29th June 2013 10:34 pm
Allowance is tops. Tidy tidy. I've attempted cake pops. Mmmm. Its time to talk.
Saturday 29th June 2013 8:00 pm
Also by Miss:Ally/Fredy | (untitled) | I like looking at the mud. | Death trap. |
Fucking hell, what is that noise?
Waves of unwanted interference
fading in and out again,
your absence is more of a presence.
Breathe deep, shake my woeful head
attempting to retune my brain
to eliminate buzzing static,
transmitting me to join the insane.
Am I crazy? Or are you thinking of me?
In the crazy way - we used to be?
Saturday 29th June 2013 8:19 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Our Berlin Wall | Talking the Walk | Exit Stage Left | The Oak Tree IV |
There’s a constant ache of a memory -
Your eyes, your smile and your hair;
I fell in love with a shadow,
Though, of course, there was nothing there.
The pulse of the thing was enormous
It beat in my head night and day
The piteous joke and pain of it
Was it only travelled one way.
So the pulse throbs on unabated
A secret cross t...
Friday 28th June 2013 10:38 pm
Also by John Coopey:The Poet Prauletariate | OWOMW | Cradle - A Triolet | The House of the Rising Damp | North Yorkshire Moors Railway | Living Doll - With Hair What Grows |
(sorry -can't leave my stuff alone- had to edit this cos I wasn'y happy with it)
I’m sending out a signal, sending out a call
It’s for someone I knew years ago
That’s if she’s listening at all.
Silent years, lonely years are in between us now
So let us talk, let us bridge the gap
So softly, ask me how
Send me a message, send me a signal, I’ll be wai...
Friday 28th June 2013 10:24 pm
Also by Steve:My Notebook | Sounds Like Richard Burton | The Day Bobby Kennedy Died | It Doesn't Matter | Slow Time, Quick Time |
There's Blackberry, Blueberry,
Northern, Bog and simple Bilberry
Lowbush, Highbush and Mountain Cranberry,
Chokeberry, Dewberry, Elderberry, Guavaberry
Bearberry, Cowberry, Crowberry, Foxberry, Gooseberry and Mooseberry
Huckleberry, Jostaberry, Lingonberry, Loganberry, Myrtle Blueberry, Pineberry, Black Raspberry,
Red Whortleberry, Squashberry, Tayberry, Whinberry and Wimberry
Friday 28th June 2013 10:11 pm
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Friday 28th June 2013 2:50 pm
Also by Marksy:The Template of my Being | Hatred Junkie | Living Life on the Ledge | (Not) Up a Height |
When the beautiful night unveils with darkness
I look for you in the starry sky above
And I find you glancing through the clouds
You feel so close yet so far, my love
Everything about your existence is amazing
The waning gibbous, the waxing half moon
And the solitary crescent, I have always been praising
But I adore the most, the gracious full moon
When everything shin...
Friday 28th June 2013 10:45 am
Also by Ankita:O' beautiful wind | Thoughts | Sea and the Soul |
Last Pillar Standing
The people around me are collapsing
Falling in on themselves
Like the turrets of the castles I used to build
The coves of Cornwall, some summer childhood memory
The pillars of strength succumb to times
And it all implodes
One after one they die
lives flash by in a slow motion tumble
Like a chimney stack would onc...
Thursday 27th June 2013 11:58 pm
While the 4th of July commemorates some minor incident in the Americas, ThePoetry Spoke, Open Mic poetry and Guest Musician Jim Pearson spin wildly into the bigger theater of Birkenhead!
Actually only part of that is true ;)
Jim Pearson will be whimsical, bitter, sombre, wide-eyed and hopeful – thematically speaking. He will also be lyrically tasteful, low-key, uniquely English, satirical a...
Thursday 27th June 2013 4:06 pm
Also by Chris Co:ThePoetry Spoke June 20th - Open mic & Guest | ThePoetry Spoke June - Open Floor & Guests - this Thusday! |
Northern Lights (54th)
The Northern Lights are ablaze tonight
And, oh, I’m feeling down.
You never could just treat me right,
You always played around.
This fallen angel’s lost his wings
And come, at last, to ground –
While all the while my world turns
And those Northern Lights go round.
The heavens glow with neon arcs
The skyline blazes brigh...
Thursday 27th June 2013 4:01 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:The Project | Before She Came (The Girl From Kansas) | Animals | Domestosterone | Needle Tracks |
Thursday 27th June 2013 8:42 am
She avoids my eyes like there’s
Something she doesn’t want to say
I don’t know what it is
I’m not going to ask
It’s bad strategy
Either she’ll pull it up and spit it out
Or we’ll leave it like that
First it seemed incidental
Now it’s intentional ...
Wednesday 26th June 2013 11:15 pm
Wednesday 26th June 2013 9:15 pm
Also by c byrne:Dental Records | Sahara (in progress) |
In final possession of his flesh,
the last exhalations of spraying
and swallowing of his own blood
writhes,thrashes about in the water.
Eyes frantic, adding to the ugliness
of pain and terror.
Oh! shining,dying mountain!
to where shall bring our pretentious requiems?
upon which part of the emptying sea
shall we cast down our false tears and...
Wednesday 26th June 2013 8:13 pm
Wednesday 26th June 2013 5:12 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:52 Hertz |
Where is he going?
I see him sitting where he always sits
Sun rays blinking over both of us
we shake with the rumble
of our own lives, hands rest on knees
and nothing really changes.
Where is he going, I want to ask him
who is he running from?
And outside life fly’s by and nothing
really changes, hands rest on knees
and never ever wave for fear of change...
Wednesday 26th June 2013 3:26 pm
Also by Richard Alfred:Spirit of the air | Empty deckchairs |
Im taking a stand,
never going to let you make me feel this way again,
and i'll hold you responsible for every word I say
Cause you got me tripping,
on silent words,
things you refuse to say
and not knowing what happened,
well it drives me insane,
off a cliff,
were going to fast,
but suddenly you stopped,
and i realised it was all just a...
Wednesday 26th June 2013 12:57 pm
Also by emmy92:Breaking all the rules |
THE LAST SONG
Dim are the depths and deep are the dives
As he glides on his solitary way
Through forests of fronze and rainbowed reefs
Round rocks where the guillemots play
Past silvering sands and palm dappled beach
And out to the oceans embrace
He follows the path that his ancestors took
The last of his line and his race...
Wednesday 26th June 2013 9:53 am
Edward Snowden’s in the spare room
spies are hiding in the bin
a pack of Fleet Street’s finest
are struggling to get in
there’s paparazzi in the flowerbeds
and killers in the yard
And Ed thinks he’s in Cuba
it’s going to be hard
to explain this is a terrace
in a sleepy cul-de-sac
which may be nothing like Havana
but he’ll have to watch his back...
Wednesday 26th June 2013 7:49 am
Also by steve pottinger:No means... yes, Charles? |
Tuesday 25th June 2013 11:14 pm
in deep darkest
oceans of my own
i go left ,right
and dive down
lifting all veils
playing carefree game
indulging myself in depth
wondering in its delusion
what a proclamation of heart
it has learned One
and forgot all
uncanny flicker waves
give a war free peace
what a stillness in every move
i lift myself up
and dive more down
this mystical sensation
isn't my ...
Tuesday 25th June 2013 1:47 pm
License to play,
not get too serious,
just have lots of fun.
Losing you was too much to bear,
it even made me a little crazy !
So I applied my make up,
styled my hair,
dressed in my finest party frock,
wearing a smile to hide the sadness
and painted the town red.
I went night clubbing here,
night clubbing there,
Tuesday 25th June 2013 1:06 pm
There was a man who understood,
everything he thought he could,
so sure was he that all was clear,
he didn't make time for someone dear.
And when at last she'd packed her case,
he realized he was losing more than face,
but change was then much too late it seems.
for her heart was broken by shattered dreams.
Years then passed by in such long procession,
his own life floundered ...
Tuesday 25th June 2013 2:33 am
Also by Dave Dunn:Attention Dear David | Hell From Leather | Love Vines | Our Mark In History | Disgrace | In Search Of Honest Politicians |
I saw birds
in the sky.
I wanted to
join them but
I can't fly.
Sometimes I feel
low, and I
just want to cry.
My smile, for
you see it
Cause my soul
I look for
a glimpse of
Monday 24th June 2013 6:35 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Haiku about Dad |
Where do dreamers go ?
when reality strikes it's final blow.
The penny drops,
the fairytales read lovingly by mum,
I believed every word,
she is a really good mum,
a fairy indeed,
used to tell me she was out with Father Christmas,
I'd swear from my bedroom,
I saw this,
then the day with the step family from hell,
they all laughed when I discovered Fat...
Monday 24th June 2013 1:00 pm
Before I start, I just wanted to let you all know I've been long-listed to be Penguin's 'Summer Wayfarer' (see here) but in order to make it into the shortlist of ten I need public votes - I'd be keen to emphasise the relationship between poetry and nature and document my travels in verse!
You can watch my video and vote for me here, I'd really appreciate it (and the deadline is tomorrow! ...
Sunday 23rd June 2013 9:57 pm
I keep arriving in the present moment
but whoops there it goes again.
Arriving doesn't stay put.
Is it impossible to really arrive in now?
As to that
I've not arrived at a conclusion
I am here.
It's somewhere I've arrived at
but orbits and galaxies and all space are moving.
So here is gone.
Whoops there it go...
Sunday 23rd June 2013 6:27 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Men Who Hit Women | The Introvert |
The road is better now
Climbing from Fornovo
Leaving behind the river
And the valley’s flatness
It’s surface is smoother
Than the winding track
That stirs my memory
At a certain point
The driver pulls over
Waiting for a colleague
To arrive on the down bus
After they exchange places
Our ascent continues
Sunday 23rd June 2013 4:56 pm
Sunday 23rd June 2013 2:09 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:The Memorial Day | The Lonely Willow |
Saturday 22nd June 2013 11:53 pm
Also by Rebel Birmingham:Suitcase |
Signs of Recognition
He’s busy watching all the titles
Each one linked like a slow
Train to Hull,
But they keep
Rasping and grating,
Faking the cargo within,
Not many would he -
For a free meal
Or drink of nutrition,
He knew he was alone
Like others who
Thought that peace would come.
Saturday 22nd June 2013 7:49 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:THE RADIO TELEGRAPHIST | The Whispered Spite | The Greyhound |
By the dull electric lamp
arose a vision so intense,
undimmed by squalor, stench and damp
in that Polish prison camp.
Emblems of their offence,
pink triangle and yellow star,
tattoo just below the sleeve
a hunger for tomorrow,
for reprieve. A hope that
what began in sorrow
would not end in grief.
Saturday 22nd June 2013 4:58 pm
True tale of invitation at an early hour,
To rhyme or not to rhyme?!
Are we antique if we park where indicated?
Teddies and teapots, soft sleep suits, downy duvets
This is one passage that I will pass
Antique books; antique folk; antique buildings;
And the greatest antique of all – poetry.
A giant poo stuck in the loo
Place is now and the ...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 4:47 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:June Meeting moved to the 17th | Arts Trail Twitter Account |
So I asked if the Humanist would give my address:
I'd be careful to avoid words like God and Bless,
'cause to get these sentences humanely dispatched
they must pass his censorship without any catch.
Could I speculate upon What Comes After?
I felt like the bloke in that book by Kafka,
on trial for offences that weren't made explicit
and in fear that the secular police...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 10:45 am
Half way through the year of the travel bong
With nicotine cordial-
A nursing tool for a caterpillar-
I realise that cigs haven’t been around that long
And perhaps like corsets
They will soon become a fetish
But at the root of it all
Plants have devious ways-
And as the cane and the bean
Still make their filthy way
Around the world...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 4:23 am
Wrapped up in ideals and a uniform,
Less than apt for one so unique,
The roads have wound and conspired to take you back,
To far before you learned to speak
Don’t let the surroundings hush out the voice inside,
Keep striving with your ends in sight,
Have only the time you need to realise,
There’s no stronger picture,
Whatever it would be for,
Saturday 22nd June 2013 1:55 am
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:The City |
(A full explanation of the mystery surrounding 52 hertz)
It`s attested scientifically
That that fish I`d had last night for tea
(Battered so deliciously)
Had now become a part of me
Sat here writing poetry.
(Sitting – as I was wont to do –
Poohing and peeing on the loo
Penning verses earnestly
To Lily, who`d abandoned me).
Friday 21st June 2013 11:17 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Priorities | THE STORY OF THE POEM |
Itchy eyes get claustrophobic
And crawl out of their cradle skin,
Down copper and carbon conductive tracks
That refract, through a Prism.
On through invisible fire walls of steel machines,
A thousand eyes, packed inside, one computer screen.
Crashing through Windows like sun light,
Juicing Apples, and goggling your Google Plus.
The paradime online, access anytime,
Free ride fo...
Friday 21st June 2013 10:06 pm
Just one perfect day,
is all we had,
till life turned sour
and things went bad.
Walking hand in hand,
surrounded by oak trees,
My knight in shining armour,
charging on your white steed,
to defend my honour,
I truly loved you.
Reaching our dest...
Friday 21st June 2013 9:38 pm
Friday 21st June 2013 8:15 pm
Also by Amy McCawley:The curse of optimism | I am |
Friday 21st June 2013 2:17 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Paris Falls |
Summertime, here I am waiting just for you,
Cloudy skies are making me feel oh so blue,
Summertime, capture me and steal my heart away,
Warm me with a golden ray of beautiful sunshiny day,
Summertime, knock on my door and hit me one more time,
Intoxicate me and fill my glass with dandelion wine,
Summertime on the streets and the living is so easy,
Give me all you got...
Friday 21st June 2013 11:37 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Empty Shell |
Spring arrives and blossoms burst
As green shoots sprout and quench their thirst
On sunshine from the sky up high
A joy to see and breathe a sigh
Be-petalled stars, beads of dew
Nature’s gift is flourished anew
From winter’s dearth, a colour explosion
Emerging buds nurtured with fruitful devotion
High in the branches filled with birdsong
Thursday 20th June 2013 9:23 am
Also by Starfish:This Crested King | How Absurd |
Where are they?
They disappeared in a broader picture
Denied access to
Think of the first wave,
The right to vote
Think of the second wave,
In the midst of patriarchy
Take up her pen in defence of her sex
Think of the third wave
Served to hinder the repeated occurrence
Of the second...
Wednesday 19th June 2013 3:48 pm
If you stood in a forest, you would be, as insignificant, as a Worker Bee.
If gathered were you, with friends, in a copse, the beauty of you, would surely be lost.
If you lined a roadside, i would find, as i swiftly passed, i'd leave you behind.
Though there you perch, high on your lonely hill, a solitary figure, rooted still.
More unique than all your kind, sloped and ben...
Wednesday 19th June 2013 3:38 pm