Poetry Blogs (Aug 2013)
Tami Mayer on The Fear Of Missing Out. (20 minutes ago)
Saturday 31st August 2013 1:31 pm
Also by c byrne:Soft Shoes | Attempt At A Poem in the Style of Du Fu | Supplication | Night Moorings | Picture (Act 2) | To Make A Lyre |
Your father is still your father. Love him and forgive him as a young child.
The way you were in expectant, resolute delight of his arms around you.
Your father is still your father in his audacious crime of falling in love.
I, his Pygmalion’s statue, his muse, his mistress, his little goth whore,
you see me as nothing better than shit on your kitchen floor
before gathering round the ...
Saturday 31st August 2013 10:11 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Voyeur | Benefit of the Doubt | Owl Ghost | Matchbox |
Friday 30th August 2013 10:16 pm
Star Children's Dust
It's a wing. A wing from an alien space craft. Almost as old as time. Nothing but a relic now, a ruin. They used to steal people off Earth. Millions of them. Abducting them against their will. None of that matters now. Earth was burnt to a cinder nine billion years ago. Its sun went supernova. More powerful than they thought it would. Earth based science was basic. That w...
Friday 30th August 2013 9:41 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Spaced Out | Her | WE | AURORA | Memories (by Mel) | Later | im on a cd 3 of my poems recorded live in Bury at the Met in 2012. out of my book BERLIN TOKYO WARHEARTS |
slanted through blinds
and made the wall
We dived beneath sheets
as the bedroom
the central heating
and the nights
It wasn't quite our dream
because only we weren't naked
warm but unappealing
or blessed by the sun
and life soon in...
Friday 30th August 2013 8:19 pm
ThePoetry Spoke returns -
Thursday the 5th of September - 8pm!
This time around it’s Open Mic
& Guest Poet - Pete Slater!
Gallagher Pub & Barbers
20 Chester Street
Of our Guest -
Pete Slater’s poetry does not drive buses, it is not accidental.
It can be mental, temperamental and eventful. It has been kn...
Friday 30th August 2013 3:58 pm
Also by Chris Co:ThePoetry Spoke August 15th - Open Mic & John Darwin |
I look at you
You don’t look back
You can’t hear what I’m saying
Blinkered, you start to backtrack
Into your world of playthings
I wish you’d join me
You never know what you might see.
A thousand fountains – a million forms of ecstasy
A trillion ways to make your brain cells dance
But you won’t even try, your pupils are too blind
I’ll speak to...
Friday 30th August 2013 1:46 pm
Also by Marksy:Not so Bohemian now |
from between the leaves
the shafts fall and draw
a hundred golden atria
the stained organics
of liquid glass
to the cloistral faithful
Thursday 29th August 2013 8:12 pm
Also by Paul Sands:buddy can you spare | Snooping Readership | Tipping Point | New Collection Available | Coming soon |
capable of becoming
ready for transformation
for self-renewal without rejection.
Multipotent, pluripotent, totipotent.
Straining with potential.
Quivering with power
for endless differentiation
for blessed regeneration.
What would it be
to be a stem cell?
Thursday 29th August 2013 7:24 am
Also by Dave Bradley:Who was having more fun? | August jam jars | Straight Guy on a Pride March |
THE WORLD TODAY
Aim? Competition? And Tension?!!
Confidence, Problem and confusion!!
The world is full of competition,
Making life a book of tension!!
There are problems here and problems there,
Without any solution anywhere!!
Getting A-plus is the ultimate objective,
Ignoring everything that is subjective!!
Everybody loves the one getting an A-plus,
Wednesday 28th August 2013 5:08 pm
Summer in the Sun, its festival time again
Jigging up and down and back by ten
The girls are going to hear some sounds
Bents Park, South Shields is the venue
With Mcfly, Little Mix and support on the menu
Abi's mum will be doing the driving rounds
Taking a trip down Memory Lane with colours in their hair
They know they are with friends that care
Wednesday 28th August 2013 9:56 am
Also by Jules Clare:Life Changes |
He’s not a god
But growing up in the crumbling north
He was more…
Whilst Wham blasted out Club Tropicana
And flags waved our troops home
He reminded me that you don’t have to be a thug to be a man, and to read is a blessing not a curse
He’s not a god
But growing up in the crumbling north
He was more
Made me stop
Wednesday 28th August 2013 12:28 am
Also by David R Mellor:Get Set ...........GO | And It's a Dead one | StreetScene |
Tuesday 27th August 2013 11:55 am
Also by Tom:Coasts | Whereabouts |
True life's an art
I like to glimpse at the world through the eyes of a child
See opportunity in tragedy and chances to change
Try to rebuild the thinking that I once defiled
And find wonder in things that some others find strange
See past all the small print and survey the big picture
Chase compassion not fashion, for ...
Tuesday 27th August 2013 3:04 am
Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:How many |
So sayeth the Slater .......................
I am the lord of the storm
And I will make you reform
Make you change your ways
I am the sound of rolling thunder
I can split your world asunder
And I will drag you under
Unless you change your ways
I am the rider on the lightning
Feel, the noose is tightening
Consider and be enlightened
Listen, and change your ways
Global warming, greenhouse gass...
Tuesday 27th August 2013 12:31 am
Also by Pete Slater:THE FOLLY OF YOUTH |
Anger consumes me
Eats my soul like cancer
Self inflicted hell
Woman in mirror
Who is this old person
OMG it's me
A ghostly soldier
Wife and babe are alone
Price of Freedom
Mimes make rhymes
Sure Mimes can make rhymes
Who'd hear it
The many criticisms
Crash on me like thunder
Endure the storms
A hollow vic...
Monday 26th August 2013 4:40 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Daddy edited poem | Daddy | The One I Love- 15 word poem | I have the right to write |
The Thief of Creation
…………a trillion years in the making –
We’re staking our claim to this ball,
But there ain’t nothing left of
The green and the blue,
For it’s all become degraded
Material going back to soup,
A life-cycle finished
By greed and industry, commerce
And we’re diminished of all responsibility
For the death of the Whale
Monday 26th August 2013 4:55 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:In Only A Contented God | Make Her Smile Boy | Natural |
I used to protest on them marches
Arms linked with the Trotskyist host
But now I tune in to the Archers
“Them as lives longest learns most”.
I wore all my badges and labels
The shouts and the slogans and words
I learned them just like my times tables
But really I went for the birds.
My passion was not allus honest
I carried the requisite books
Sunday 25th August 2013 11:31 pm
Also by John Coopey:Squitters | WriteOutLoud Women Blues | Lending | Lord Howell (Silly Auld Fracka) |
A slide show of Walmart customers triggered this acrostic
So many people walk through the store
Every one of them unique, wanting more
Excess love of gadgets and household gear
So much in their trolleys they can hardly steer
And we see their pictures on You Tube these days
Wall flowers they are not, but on Walmarters craze
When they reach the check outs they look all around
He has more than...
Saturday 24th August 2013 10:09 pm
There are wonders that I prize
Like the everchanging skies
Like the restless ocean whispering to the shore
But when your eyes said look at me
You were all that I could see...
And you're all I want to see
There are loves that I have known
Like the days how they have flown
But I love what the future has in store
Now there's only you and m...
Saturday 24th August 2013 2:50 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:CURMUDGEON | DADDY KNEW JOHNNY CASH - A TRIBUTE | MEA CULPA | AUGUST 2007 |
I was standing on a street corner with a guitar in my hand,
She was standing on a street corner, though nothing had gone as planned.
I approached the stage; the crowd hadn’t heard my name
She picked herself out of the gutter I wonder who was to blame.
I thought it strange how now they sung back, they knew every word
She had been beaten up now her vision blurred.
I picked up a pen an...
Friday 23rd August 2013 10:20 pm
Also by ChizzieRascal:What could I be? | Hypocrite? | Toy Soldier | Lost in time | Insecure | Reasons | Facebook Nation | Cut of the deck | Festival | Oxjam | Soul | These conversations with myself that are bad for my health | Drunk call | Distance |
an Inca warrior
with arms outsretched
has his prayers answered
as the shadow
of a great bird of prey
straddles the Nazca plains.
the nature of the beast
and it is hailed
by the natives.
Friday 23rd August 2013 8:38 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Overdose (Of Love) | She Wears Pink | Golgotha | totem | To Love In Vein | Sci-Fi So Good | medicated | Daniel In The Hyena's Den |
Oh the Lavender Man
He didn’t come today
We stayed in all morning
He didn’t come our way
The sun was so bright
We wanted to go out
But the Lavender Man
He just wasn’t about.
Now ladies need their lavender
Friday 23rd August 2013 3:55 pm
Newborough Beach (I've heard it said)
is one of those rare places
where you can witness Uncle Fred
in just his socks and braces
Friday 23rd August 2013 9:42 am
Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:In Loco Laureatus | Beatitude | Rejection |
A babe in a cradle
With soft mocha skin
Blameless of sin
‘That babe in its cradle,
Consequence of disgrace!’
Prejudice yet to face
Our babe in her cradle
Result of our ‘crime’
No reason or rhyme
Thursday 22nd August 2013 7:21 am
Published on Poetry24
Wednesday 21st August 2013 10:24 am
Twenty brands of cornflakes
On the supermarket shelf.
A myriad minor choices -
"But is there something else?"
Sixty flavours of jam,
A hundred kinds of pop.
Tons of trivial choices -
But only one place to shop.
Monday 19th August 2013 8:19 am
Also by Jonnie Falafel:Camera Shy | For A Second I Forgot #2 |
Did I write to YOU once. I want to rescue the second. Flea ridden. I asked for permission. I might disobey anyway. Without an answer. It's charcoal grey. Durham massy is great.
Monday 19th August 2013 1:41 am
Sunday 18th August 2013 9:52 pm
A rain of death is falling in Ramses Square
There's something perceptively evil in the air
Perhaps it's the word Moslem
That excuses the eagle from treating them less like men
I saw him, unarmed pleading hands outstretched in front of the tank
The rifle raised these bastards are not firing blanks
What code, what right is invoked that separates crime from state
Sunday 18th August 2013 7:38 pm
In the end
It meant absolutely nothing
Once the killing
And the butchery started.
The collective voice of 80,000 people
Who had marched
For hours and hours
Meant absolutely nothing
When they were cut down
Like cattle by the score.
Everybody had arrived in a
Disciplined and organised contingent
Like a troop of soldiers
From the hills
And the outskirts
But ran like s...
Saturday 17th August 2013 11:15 am
Perhaps it were as our old men asserted
and National Service was not such a bad thing
or else we were typical Brits abroad -
insecure, neither in love nor at war.
For safety we carried both condoms and cutters,
arriving mob-handed we joined the queue singly
or latched on to others, to escape detection
and perfect the patter; a willing accomplice
increased the cha...
Friday 16th August 2013 1:21 pm
She zoomed into my zone,
Like a zany zebra,
While I zigzagged across her zodiac,
Like a zonked zombie,
With a zest and a zeal,
We zipped from zero to zenith,
And now forever dwell,
In our zen ziggurat,
Caressed by an eternal zephyr.
Friday 16th August 2013 10:02 am
With homage to Isobel`s `Chlamydia`
(For the beautifully-breasted actress who rolled over me in the warm-up class)
I was so glad`ya !
Thursday 15th August 2013 11:29 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:Re-cognition |
Tuesday 13th August 2013 5:54 pm
Also by David Lindsay:Press Pause - an environmental poem |
In secret arbours poetry unfolds,
rattling, winding snake in the grass
vibrant gold laminated landscapes glow
shifting the smoke to hold my breath
age is a collection of memories,
dust gathered on the mantlepiece
in the space that once held
sitting on a slope is making me dizzy
wheelchairs, and relatives keeping photogr...
Monday 12th August 2013 10:08 pm
The Wedding Feast
I held the true cross in my paw,
A trinket then and little more,
My hands and those of Constantine,
A first resistance hold the line.
St Mark’s stone coffin at my feet,
The round from baptism complete,
His hand in Christ’s this hand of mine,
Yet I resist and hold the line.
I read the book, I found it wise,
A thing of tr...
Monday 12th August 2013 7:06 pm
Also by Ian Gant:WANDERLUST | INHERITANCE |
July was unbearably hot. Thankfully it is cooler now, but at time though...
What’s up with UK weather?
It’s changed beyond all reason?
Where’s the wind and where’s the rain,
Our usual summer season?
Can’t you see I’m British and
I’m not designed for heat.
I need two handy buckets
On my legs instead of feet
There has to be some let-up
And I’m close to desperation
Monday 12th August 2013 11:13 am
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Monday 12th August 2013 8:40 am
After all the swallowing and fits
When I’m held hostage on a tram full of tuneless durges
With the dizzying twirl of girls pretending to be lap dancers
And red faces forcing out their final attempts at humour
Spurred on by my goading way of trying to keep out of it
And dragging me up for a conga line
I think- count yourself lucky I am not 20 anymore
Or I would ...
Sunday 11th August 2013 2:01 pm
Also by CathyLCrabb:Inter urinas et faeces nascimur |
is there a pool?
yes there is.
Is there a life guard?
cos I cant ooOOoO!O!!OoooooO!!!Ooooooo!!OOOooooo
fucking oooOOOOooooOO!!!!! swim!!
Saturday 10th August 2013 12:02 pm
Saturday 10th August 2013 7:14 am
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:If you don't understand us |
Words escape me,
I am mute, struck dumb
by the darkness in my mind.
by the hatred I reserve
purely for myself.
by the loathing
pressing on my last nerve.
is the light in a tunnel.
I see only black; an empty oeuvre.
is good enough,
no words to share my pain.
Words escape me.
Friday 9th August 2013 11:02 pm
Also by Steven Kenny:Tenebrous Attraction | Saviour? |
Hairy Wood Ant
Moist cool world outside
Brown and Yellow dome
Patterned Pine needles tunnelled
By insect community
Heat and Acid
The Rangers Bluebell litmus test
Turns petals from blue to pink
A crowded busy ordered life
A job for life
A short life
Life stubbed out by a tourist foot
Recycled in the woodland hill
Friday 9th August 2013 6:35 pm
I’ve always longed
to be held in silence,
a bubble of darkness
for the ears and mouth
But now, I know.
Amongst the tree-twitch,
where the branches
itch the leaves
I hear far away roads,
the sound of distant voices
that are nothing.
They are silence.
The tread of my boots
on stone, the rhythmic
jangle of loose metal clasps
jar with t...
Friday 9th August 2013 4:05 pm
These tears I'm crying,
aren't for you,
but it's so so good,
to be close to you.
Sat here taking refuge,
in the newly refurbished shelter,
where we used to play,
before we split.
You were my friend,
when I was at my wit's end.
Now time has passed,
I can return here,
to our mysterious magical park,
where our love did start.
Friday 9th August 2013 10:03 am
Today is Thursday.
This is certainly worse than Saturday.
But… It’s much better than Monday!
And… It’s much worse than Friday!
But…Thursday is still better than Wednesday!
Thursday is even better than Sunday!
Do you know why?
What I say is not a lie.
After Sunday always comes Monday.
Hard day, far from being a holiday.
But… after Thursday always comes Fri...
Thursday 8th August 2013 4:19 pm
Thursday 8th August 2013 9:49 am
Also by Marianne Daniels:A Symphony in White |
Hush little angel, close your eyes
Mama is going to sing you a lullaby
Dream queen will take you for a ride
Mama going to watch you all through ride
Hold my hand and close your eyes
Mama is going to sing you a lullaby
On that ride you shall meet fairies
They shall play with you in your dreams
Listen to the fairies, close your e...
Thursday 8th August 2013 5:15 am
Vaguely formed morbid manifestations of human thought ambling towards unwilling vessels, slowly but visibly shambling across a landscape of swollen throats witch then inhale
the undigested isms of our egos, disguised by the superficial DNA of our clothes embroidered saddles subdued hues pastels of finely brimmed hats that shade the gazing eyes surrendering to cracks.
Thursday 8th August 2013 2:28 am
Also by stefan:Rememberance |