Poetry Blogs (Jul 2013)
They found a mint condition MX Peacekeeper missile. Fover two decades the peace had been kept. Until now. They fired the damn thing at three cities. ...
Wednesday 31st July 2013 10:17 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:CHOKE POINT | Above Our City | BRICK WALL | Fey Times | YOUR HOUSE | Hex | KIA | India |
Great news! I've re-published my e-book On The Verge on Amazon, so you can now buy it direct from the Kindle store. As before, all profits go towards saving the Black Rhino. It's still available on Smashwords, and from all the e-book retailers I know of. Enjoy!
Wednesday 31st July 2013 3:54 pm
Also by Tim Ellis:Half-price book! |
yesterday caught up, panting,
riding the crashed cash of signed association
and mimicked accusations of bleak envy
with several scenes already written
most earning a one star rating
from the hindsight of double scrutiny
were that jeopardy a statute of memory
nervous cats might not need to dress to impress
and hide non fictional facts from
the dirty word...
Wednesday 31st July 2013 3:49 pm
Also by Paul Sands:fear yourself |
In the garden, the sounds are small
that take me back to fond times;
the curling up and crying crawl,
belie the screaming sighs and crimes.
When in a moral shed of sticks,
with doctors there at play with silver
metals and poison pinpricks;
I see that time has trapped me under.
These relatives, a clique of pain;
the sins masquerading as the faithful.
When they come back to se...
Wednesday 31st July 2013 1:46 pm
Also by David Blake:Antigenesis | The Diving Board | Alone In Cyberspace |
To a lover, overcome with panic and lust,
think back to that summer and that first song.
Sinew inside the mind, a singing black slug, snug,
leaving lines in the cortex, a tune of dementia.
The ticks, tremors and sounds of envious children.
A wilting, sad cluster of flowers, dropped.
Crescent half-thoughts into action as the song ends
and steer vitri...
Wednesday 31st July 2013 12:20 pm
everything shatters down below
bits and pieces of good bad and everything you know
seeping through your hands like sand
trying to hold on to the good and bad
for the bad makes it real
and the good makes you feel
but all is gone
bits and pieces out of reach done!
all that there is is nothingness
A new beggining ? or a tragic ending?
Tuesday 30th July 2013 11:58 pm
Oh ! behold the joy of woman hood.
so tender and so sweet,
that turns into a monster for about a week.
Oh you can see it coming, of that there is no doubt ,
when you ask a simple question and all you get is a shout.
Simple tasks accompanied by a silent roar,
as she bangs and stamps,slamming every door.
Tears flow at the slightest mischance,
As the inner couldren bubbles....
Tuesday 30th July 2013 10:44 pm
I remind her of her father
She reminds me of her mother
That's why we're so happy together
We bring out the worst in each other
Tuesday 30th July 2013 11:37 am
Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:Eggy bread |
Tuesday 30th July 2013 11:06 am
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:The Empowerer | He saw a hooded figure |
My eyes are cursed,
They belong to a world
That destroys what they love,
They have no barriers,
No forms of protection
Against what they see,
When blindness comes,
It will not be a relief,
For my sense of sound
Within the dwellings I live
Bare no fortitude too,
Within this city
There are makings of many
Tuesday 30th July 2013 2:24 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Every Veterans Hair is Turning White | Moments of Calm | The Accepted Way of Being | The Borrow | Their Future Day | Money's Killing Everything We Owned | Born - The Long Sleep | This World We Now Lost | Don't Hold Sway With the Obvious |
she doesn't want to make love
she wants to fuck
she doesn't need tenderness
she needs to take it rough
she doesn't want to start out slow
just take her now and don't let go
steal her breath, take her pain
make her feel herself again
she wants the passion hard and fast
make it yours then give it back
she wants to feel herself release
and feel that afte...
Tuesday 30th July 2013 12:24 am
Also by Kath Hewitt:3.15, Room 7 | Shut Down | Sounds of Suburbia | Sycamore Babies |
Monday 29th July 2013 7:25 pm
Also by Chris Co:ThePoetry Spoke 18th July - Open Mic & Paul Richie | 10,000 hits on YouTube for poetry videos |
A giraffe fell from a spaceship
and landed in my bath.
I told my friends about it,
but all they did was laugh.
They struggled to believe me
until they saw the truth.
A giraffe with a telescope
appearing from my roof!
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Monday 29th July 2013 3:13 pm
Monday 29th July 2013 3:11 pm
Also by c byrne:Waste Land | Poetry Nitez |
Monday 29th July 2013 11:23 am
Also by Marianne Daniels:Trees |
Many years ago when I was a student I had a summer job manning the Pitch and Putt hut at the local park. One of the more entertaining aspects of the job was meeting the O’Dwyers.
The O’Dwyers pre-dated the programme “Shameless” by a good 40 years but its writers must surely have known them.
Of uncertain stock and disparate parentage, they seemed a United Nations mix of Romany, Irish an...
Sunday 28th July 2013 11:15 pm
Also by John Coopey:The Rhymes They Are A-Changin' | Morning Star | Route 46 | We Are Lion | A Toast To Craig And Hannah | Ray-Bans |
I’m not what it says on my passport
I’m not what the picture reveals
Deep inside is another me
Someone you cannot see
I’m not what it says on my badge
that picture is another me
He goes to work and makes all the money
The money he spends for me
I’m not what it says on the form
That’s nothing to do with me
And the reference number is just a num...
Sunday 28th July 2013 9:42 pm
Also by Steve:Life | A Pub I Used To Know | Yourself | The Game Of Love | Pen To Paper |
Shattered, splinters of midnight
caressing and glancing off skin.
White, frozen beams of moonlight
that spotlight two strangers dancing.
Electric blue, cutting through mist
as a small, fair hand is held near –
then a blinding flash as two lovers kiss
and a slow, gentle, ebbing of fear.
Eyes drawing near, then cutting like lasers
Sunday 28th July 2013 8:23 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:The Ballad Of Billy Nomates | Taking Root | Natural Selection | Sticks | The Westgate Run | The Jesus Gene |
You robotic machine,
you speak to me,
transfer me from this miserable queue.
Socialite I appear to be,
but am not really.
Then you bug me,
have I my own bag ?
have I scanned my clubcard ?
do I have coupons ?
how would I like to pay ?
yet your manners outweigh,
the human robots on the other till.
Out witted you,
to get the right cha...
Sunday 28th July 2013 10:10 am
In the rain,
at the top of the hill.
But no view,
Steamed graffiti windows,
I drink sweet tea,
In my bare bulbed room.
I draw open the window.
Sunday 28th July 2013 9:57 am
Also by Ralph Dartford:Alex | Eighteen Sheets to the Wind | Business | Afters for Others | Columbia Road |
A little pebble
Dropt into so small a pool.
Such enormous waves.
Sunday 28th July 2013 8:14 am
Also by Dave Bradley:Death | The jaw-dropping scale of theft by the rich |
A secret close to closure
under lock and key
no one knows but me
what the day job will reveal?
Moving as well as shifting
it’s almost as I thought I’d feel
death and night seem funny bedfellows
even if they’ve never met
I don’t know why they call it a safe
because I’ve never known whats inside
not to be stolen yet
I do not speak of kisses
Saturday 27th July 2013 9:46 pm
Also by di wayne:disintegration | No More, Any More |
It was a hot slipstitch day,
The swallows ran invisible thread across the sky
And farmers unpicked lines of wheat
In woven fields that stretched to
Plump cushioned trees -
Where we lay together against dew dangled threads,
Gazing at the eye of the needle -
So distant, so warm;
Whose gentle rays pulled the grass
Til it was hedgerow high.
Then we touched: ...
Saturday 27th July 2013 4:47 pm
Flatlined. Red admiral turned cabbage white.
Our bed, once pale open casket creaks a chrysalis,
a steadfast metamorphosis of our gothic love story.
Set apart by vengeful spouses, hindwings skinned.
Living in separate houses, just over ten miles apart.
Beyond the ending in damask suburban banality
the vampire’s parable of a lover’s return fleets transient
Saturday 27th July 2013 11:23 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:One Year Apart | Rebirth | Love's Circumference |
Who are you
From where do you come
You creep into every part
like a dark smoke
Blotting out light-hope
Swallow - smoke retreats but never leaves
Friday 26th July 2013 11:04 am
Also by Rob:I hear |
Offend a Daily Mail reader – today!
In our miniscule existences upon this planet Earth
There’s precious few occurrences to occasion us true mirth
So listen up real loudly, those with brains and minds to spare
Who still hang on to plucking out true hope from thinnest air
Here’s the solution, if you’re open to such play
Just offend a Daily Mail reader today
Thursday 25th July 2013 9:19 pm
Here is a poem
for the others
who are born on mud floors
marshland and high plain
in homes of plastic and flattened tin
in spat-out estates in lands
whose time has gone
in the mewling sprawling cities
of the south and east and rising world
who tumble down out of shanty towns
looking for work and hope and food
who doss down in shop doorways
Thursday 25th July 2013 2:22 pm
Beware the shadow by the corner dark,
For there he waits for seven reasons sour,
His wicked tongue hath limitless remark,
Whilst therein seeking whom he may devour.
Be sober and be vigilant thy kin,
Thy adversary waits beneath the pyre,
Then walks about as proud as the lion,
To drag thy wayward souls towards the fire.
Thursday 25th July 2013 11:37 am
I want to dance like Louise LeCavalier
She flamed across stage
When I was fresh out from ballet
With the whisper of a spectre
Released from its chains
She took my breath up
In her pale hands
And threw it
Past the stars
In ever leap, twist, thrown and tumbled
She danced with the passion and
Power of a man in a feminine world
Thursday 25th July 2013 7:42 am
When summer mists are burdening the air,
When blossom trees are stunned by hidden flowers,
And childhood bliss can banish every care.
I saw her mind as clearly as my own,
This woman both enigma and my wife,
Where in her joy and passion both atone,
Her clarity and wisdom fill my life.
Wednesday 24th July 2013 6:07 pm
Also by Ian Gant:GRATITUDE | SCRAPS | A July Evening |
Lost in all that I do
alone even with 2
you tell me, it’s all just a question of rhyme .
So how come I never feel fine
always late no matter the time
fucked whatever the crime
So to sugar what little remains I
will gather my moods for a change
then prying the fall from a dream
to mute by way of a scream ask myself
why don’t I slip when it slides
Wednesday 24th July 2013 3:30 pm
Also by Richard Alfred:Friends |
(The complainnant's complaint,
is a constant refrain-)
''woe is me-
they're all to blame!
(points at them)
I'm squeezed in the middle
(points at self)
by those with no name,
they're all to blame!''
(They read the Sun and The Daily mail- screaming)''why don't they send 'em all off to jail?
give to me
Tuesday 23rd July 2013 8:50 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Tour de France- Versailles / Paris Champs-Élysées |
Do you dance the racism one-step?
It's a jig that some seem to learn -
Its steps go one-way...hip-hop-hep,
But somehow there's no room to turn.
I suppose it can seem quite appealing
To cavort to a one-step refrain,
But stepping on toes without feeling
As you dance can only bring pain.
Give me the give and take two-step,
And the desire to dance to...
Tuesday 23rd July 2013 1:54 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:DOWN BY THE MEWSTONE - A SUMMER RE-POST | QUESTION |
Published on Poetry24
Tuesday 23rd July 2013 11:48 am
cold and darkness spill too early.
He is the sun,whose light and warmth
will unfix them.
There is serenity,in the love he exudes,
And,there is serenity in the Moon,
that will inaudibly come,
meditatively framing itself,in my window,
ousting,intermittent considerations of an alas.
Tuesday 23rd July 2013 8:29 am
( A praise poem - of sorts)
I'll not forget the day we met
on the Piccadilly line
the memory lies grafted
embedded in my mind
I'd been working late at the office
commuting home alone
when you approached me with your mobile
and by that I don't mean phone
And I'd like to say you were beautiful
but in truth it was a shock
I never looked up f...
Tuesday 23rd July 2013 7:53 am
Also by Isobel:52 Hertz Competition Results | Voting for the 52 hertz comp |
Monday 22nd July 2013 6:31 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:So Very Alone | My Mother In Law, My Mon | Eyes in the Darkness | My Poetry |
I dont usaully do preamble however I must put this into context, its regarding Comments made in Spectator magazine in 2004 while Boris Johnson was editor. The Article went out 'unsigned' which means nobody owned up to writing it. However one of Boris's tean later on said that Boris had "a hand in it".
The Spectator claimed that "an excessive predilection for welfarism" had "created...
Monday 22nd July 2013 12:55 am
5 Miles to Home (written for the Milestone Society)
When I'm out walking and hiking free
A milestone is often a friend to me
They're solid reminders of where you are
And t’ next point of interest, they tell you how far
But I’ve noticed something when around I do roam -
That I've never seen one that says "5 miles to Home"
I've seen "5 miles to Bradford" and "Leeds - 5 mile"
Sunday 21st July 2013 11:35 pm
On wet afternoons
We pay to visit
The English castles
Grim towers of stone
Ditches of defence
Arrow slits above
Charities now care
For their maintenance
Count the children’s coins
Provide guided tours
Sell home-made chutney
We wonder around
Tugging Welsh forelocks
Before these ruins
Sunday 21st July 2013 9:51 pm
There will never be another you and me,
All that is left is a fond and distant memory,
I try to reason why as tears run down my face,
My heart it aches as I contemplate our fall from grace,
The past caused us pain and the future disdain,
Whatever happened to here and now – I can’t explain,
We had a divine destiny and now it is a mystery,
There will never be another y...
Friday 19th July 2013 10:19 am
Football over, mown grass,
heady scent. School photo,
squinting into sun.
on a blonde-haired girl
with snub nose and pudgy face.
Winners and losers.
Another girl, dark-haired,
stared moodily after me,
had I but known.
Dusty sang I Just Don’t Know
What To Do With Myself.
Thursday 18th July 2013 8:18 am
(I put this up again on request. It is some years since it went up before so I hope those who saw it before wont mind. )
My dragon husband
Lives on tobacco,
Consumes all the matches
And breathes smoke on me all night in bed.
My dragon husband
Has fire in his belly,
And roars at the radio.
Flames of his anger devour the television commentary.
Wednesday 17th July 2013 10:33 pm
At the table in the corner of her office the dregs of Bordeaux cast
ruby glints through crystal glasses. Crisp strawberries glow wetly in
sugar snow; body-odoured brie melts on its marble slab. Nervously she
fiddles with her knife. Glancing up to his mocking eyes the offer of
dessert shrivels on her tongue. She moves to the sunny window and
peers down at the bus...
Wednesday 17th July 2013 11:30 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Message to Isobel |
Reluctantly I esteem them subconsciously, operating defensive imaginations of them masked in bravado,or, of a readiness,salivating total surrender. The fall of my reassuring empire.
Oh misery! misery! perhaps I shoul...
Wednesday 17th July 2013 9:34 am
into tall slot
up and up
boat go out.
Monday 15th July 2013 11:21 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:(untitled) |
On Carmel beach he saunters
where turquoise meets the border,
His arms outstretched
His upturned palms
Seek signals of a different order,
Eyes the milky horizon line
For signs of calmer water.
His sullen self numb
to the laughter of companions,
neither one thing, the other or either,
Frei nor Frum, Jew nor 'Goy,'
Monday 15th July 2013 5:57 pm
Behind most winning men it's worth saying again
there's force driving them, it is true.
With such strength and resolve ambitions evolve
and support to see goals carried through.
It's then they possess stubborn drive to success
in the guidance, direction and tips;
you really are missing if you think just for kissing
is the purpose of those tender lips.
Monday 15th July 2013 12:18 pm
Another rewrite of When A River Floods now called Half In Shadow
photo credit: Bill Cottman
Half In Shadow
Adamas had spent his career managing chaos. He traveled from the red clay South to the milkweed Midwest because Aquanetta invited him and his life in Birmingham Alabama was killing him. He was bored with public television and Birmingham, uninterested in grandchildren, tired of X-...
Sunday 14th July 2013 2:48 pm
You didn't tell me
When you opened your door
That one day you would slam it on my fingers
Trap my tail
Put on the red light
And sail into the sunset
Guns blazing with Mickey Bubble
Crying a river into his Dom Perignon
Popping your cork
Floating your boat
And dripping his caviar on the deck...
Like the texts I sent
Friday 12th July 2013 4:10 pm