Poetry Blogs (Sep 2013)
I bought a pack of 2 cheesecakes yesterday. When I got them home I realised just what a triumph of marketing over product they were.
Each of the tubs sat on a transparent plinth inside the cardboard packaging giving the impression they were 50% bigger than they really were.
Rather than feel aggrieved though, I started to give some thought as to how I might adapt the idea, making my gaz...
Monday 30th September 2013 11:07 pm
Also by John Coopey:Daily Mail | Cottage Sleaze | Hugging Candles | The Masterly Strategy of Inactivity (Not In My Name) | I'm The Urbane Statesman |
Monday 30th September 2013 7:59 pm
Wirral Ode Show - Poet of the Year
More details can be found below
@ Gallaghers Pub and Barbers
20 Chester Street
4 minutes to read/perform your poetry
Independent judges - All Poets Welcome
One of the longest running poetry competit...
Monday 30th September 2013 6:25 pm
Also by Chris Co:ThePoetry Spoke on Facebook | ThePoetry Spoke September 19th - Poetry Night & Guest |
I live in the desert on my own little farm near the damn secret airbase where they do their testing.
My grandpa saw your nuclear tests in the 50s shook our walls and gave him cancer. ...
Monday 30th September 2013 5:41 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Zeus | Mind Men | Italia | Silence and Beauty | EDGE 2 | Dead Man |
My old soul has sung before.
It has lain many hands in mine;
I reach for yours, and link it to he
who needs. He stands in Bergen-
Belsen in the rain, waiting his turn
to expire. He takes hands he cannot
save and sighs and breathes
the gas. He is a petal;
I see inside his heart. I love you as
he and they who follow down
the stairs. My hand takes yours and hers
and his. Be careful of their souls, they
Monday 30th September 2013 3:38 pm
(Somewhat tongue in cheek but here we go . . .)
You’re not expecting the thunderbolt to hit
Then when it does it hits you like a brick
One minute innocent and unmoved
The next incensed with passion and feeling bemused
Lovely face and beautiful eyes
The curve of your body is no surprise
Your smile affects me so, I’m feeling weak
And like a fool I can h...
Monday 30th September 2013 7:01 am
Also by Steve:The Cat that lived Across the Road | Disco Nights | Some Love | When the Holiday is Over | Poem For A Friend |
slowly decaying from the inside out..
sleep shall come to me that I have no doubt about, the ticking of the clock as it drowns out the noise of my slowing beating heart. It entwines it's self to a memory of what was my life a distant spell upon the horizon where the shallow graves of misspent souls linger in the shadows of the moon light sky, where the magpie birds captures it's prize, where the...
Monday 30th September 2013 1:10 am
Also by Anna Grinter:A Lovers Mirage | visions of beauty | A poets words | forever more | for you shine like the sun |
Sunday 29th September 2013 8:30 pm
Damsons at Bilberry Hall SE 077 219
Blue velvet drupes with a white dusty bloom hang from scrubby hedge shrub
Germinating from a discarded stone years ago finding a favourable niche
Growing in the Quickthorn marking the edge of cleared moorland along the stony track
Some early ripened have become windfalls eaten by birds and insects on the dusty ground
Dry crazed stones add...
Sunday 29th September 2013 5:29 pm
Also by Graham Ramsden:Walking in the snow |
On a hot night when sleep is full of sluts and the train is heading towards Paris I sit in a bathtub and bathe my hands so I can write heavy words with soft palms. Standing and yielding with my head high I was gentle in my strength listening to blues guitar. One more time in the bathtub with a beautiful lady who tells me sweet words that mean nothing so don't ask. She's bad for you my mother sa...
Saturday 28th September 2013 10:25 pm
THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN.
Across the water’s face
They skim their webby feet
And we the populous
Bog-eyed with bated breath
No guns or angry words
But whirring wings
Then silently and in a trice
The simultaneous descent
It happens in a flash
The skidding stop
Tail wagging ailerons
Half white part dun set down
And we the ci...
Saturday 28th September 2013 9:18 pm
Also by Philipos:NAUGHTY BUT NICE. | PIDDLE-STICKS. | THISTLEDOWN. | PEBBLE ON BOURNEMOUTH BEACH. |
As summer bids a tender farewell, once again this time
Autumn unveils with beautiful chromatic colors in line
Golden leaves fall gracefully in grief from heaven to earth
Covering the shivering earth with a blanket of crimson leaves
Leaves fall, as if they were never meant for withering trees
But to break free and sail in the silent autumn breeze
The music of the falling leaves in autumn...
Saturday 28th September 2013 5:56 pm
What will happen when there won't be enough people of working age around to keep old duffers like me above ground?
(This issue could become as potentially destructive to the human race as that meteor slamming into the planet was for the dinosaurs 65 million years ago.)
Imagine being told that you've got to work till you're 68 to support
a group of people who you hate? That you've got to pay National
Insurance and income tax to prevent nature from fast tracking us old
coffin dodgers to ...
Saturday 28th September 2013 11:34 am
Also by Philip Fletcher:Hell's Ville's Church Bells. | I hate John Cooper Clark.. | Two and two make five. |
When it’s going wrong
It’s him against ten
A boy can have the boots
Of a twenty year old
Can have the same boots
Since he was twelve
A young boy can only reach so far
Can only be seen to be trying
When it’s going good
He has nothing to do
Swinging from the bar
Excited and animated
A young man
Awaiting a whistle of r...
Saturday 28th September 2013 10:48 am
Also by CathyLCrabb:The Prime of Life |
Saturday 28th September 2013 8:29 am
lying in my arms
of bittersweet blossom
transient beauty as it falls
melting into the ground
and you’re gone
© Katypoetess 2013
Saturday 28th September 2013 7:57 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Ouroborus | The Best |
The Makings of Kings and Pawns
Would you like to play a game?
The computer asked through sterile blips
In the soft tones of a lure,
I thought of tic tac toe
And Wargames but then,
Do I really want to be
Placed belligerently without
Care or warning
Within the new Bauhaus,
‘Games’ are not what I’m about’
Saturday 28th September 2013 4:36 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Cut! | Headlong |
On Sandal’s Field Of Ghosts.
Mist hangs over fields -
ahead, the castle looms where
died the Duke Of York.
At the willows three
a chill permeates the air
and touches nerve ends.
Here fell the Yorkist
hope – body mutilated
and dragged through the mud.
His head sent on to York to
top a traitors spike.
Saturday 28th September 2013 12:21 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:dust | Cycle Of The Scarecrow | A Scarecrow Dreams Of Leaving | Damocles | stroke |
Rain, beautiful, cooling
so pacifying, relentless.
Crowded green trees dripping
tears and dew-drops,
spattering in shiny puddles
around bricks, sticks and
bits of floating paper.
The gnome carelessly throws a cast
hoping a tadpole - for - tea passes by.
Red hat in the downpour shining.
Bending, sharp leaves, dripping,
Friday 27th September 2013 10:59 pm
Warm memories of a long time ago
The street scene resembling a tableau
Whiter than white silent night glow
Temperature must be 10 below
Sloshing through the Arctic floe
The road salt is running low
Sliding down the street like it's Skid Row
As I walk in dog shit
Past the bloodstains in the snow
Friday 27th September 2013 9:37 pm
Friday 27th September 2013 7:27 pm
Also by Neil Fawcett:Pub Singer | Cliff |
(From the ninety thousand member
(year of 2012) Celestial Abortees
So, certain girlie-sprigs were sorted,
Selected, gendered and aborted
Sorted from mothers and next of kin
On the ground of being feminine?
Bravo! we here are all supporting
Selecting females for aborting.
Friday 27th September 2013 4:00 pm
We are wronged by people daily,
but to not forgive is unconscionable.
The Universal King had died for all;
for in eternity's view, we're pardonable.
He has given absolute amnesty
to everyone who has accepted Him.
Make no mistake about this unmerited immunity -
Grace's favor (over the course of Life) wears thin.
Death is inevitable, and our spirits
this mortal fram...
Friday 27th September 2013 2:08 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:September 11, 2001 | Visionless? | Danger of Zealous Fervor | Eternity | A Sinner Like Me | His Blessings | My Proverbs 31 Wife | Spiritual Irony | For Upon My Head, Nothing Gold Can Stay | Enjoy This Season |
My cupped hands warm
and still the shake
of heavy breasts
that bear the weight
of all the sex
that we’ve performed.
I make a guess,
that with encores,
the tally breaks
three thousand - four!
The Mousetrap yet
you darken red
and say there’s more.
your current score.
Friday 27th September 2013 8:57 am
Thursday 26th September 2013 8:56 pm
Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:Waiting for the duster. |
Why does my hurt come of late
from others who never stop
to think that their acts come from their own self-hate.
Cover-ups and broken promises,
continue to make my life a living hell.
The heat so hot,
with no shade in sight.
Worse off is the mirage
I see the in the distance
of people posing to care.
Saying words that only desperate fools
like me want to hear.
Thursday 26th September 2013 5:56 pm
that ever shared my bed
must find beneath the graveyard grass
a place to lay their head,
beneath their sheets, bereft of breath,
then shall I shed a tear
and sketch a stanza on their death
and drink another beer.
Thursday 26th September 2013 5:43 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:tealice |
Some days I wish I could bend my knees
Lean backwards and wail like a saxophonist
But I know anyone within earshot
Would hear that wrong
There are days
I feel like screaming
But I don’t dare
I’m afraid of what the
Vibrations might causeOn days like that I like to clamp on headphones
Crank up volume on John Coltrane
Thursday 26th September 2013 4:55 pm
Are you running from love,
Are you scared of changes?
Anyways they will come -
And will bring their charges...
There is no sense in hiding
from discomfort or pain,
you aspire for growing
so be ready, face them.
They are needed as shampoo
to purify us of waste
and to make us much stronger
to fulfill our fate.
Your life is so beautiful,
Thursday 26th September 2013 11:03 am
Also by Irina Sunrise:Be merciful to me, my Friend | “And I heard the voice of harpers harping with their harps” | Dream | Caprice | Sky | the time is now | thoughts, tears of mind | The beauty of the world | so cruel when in love | resentment | Ocean in my eyes | And then magic starts |
A lone tree survives
In Man's greed to make money
Is our own downfall
Wednesday 25th September 2013 7:43 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Alliteration Poem About Anger |
Wednesday 25th September 2013 2:43 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Punk | Tetris |
And pluck at scarlet fruits behind my eyes;
They pirouette in seven’s, eight’s and nine’s
Then drown in reddened lakes in twenty-four’s.
Their sodden tutu’s, drink them up through straws
And on their bloated bodies, here, do dine -
They make the most delicious cherry wine
So do not think their death was without cause!
Then from their shelled remains,...
Tuesday 24th September 2013 11:35 am
Also by Simon Austin:In Limbo | September Sisters | She, Mourning |
From Plush Green Fields and abundant forests
To sleepy hamlets and hazy meadows
Sprouted monsters in the sky to smoke and choke
Factories of the Industrial age to dictate and invoke
Soon villages became towns, and towns became cities
Communities swallowed up, the ruling classes showing no pity
Slumlords charged extortionate rent
Working class relied on charity ...
Tuesday 24th September 2013 7:35 am
Adorns familiar trains
Myriad trees, multi-shaped
Silent window frames
Station signs unreadable
A metal phonetic blur
Speeding on through Somewhereshire
On a train to who knows where
TK Maxx and Staples
Retail worship shrines
Ears burst in tunnels
As beneath the soil we dive
Conservatories and patios
Buzzing power lines
Tearing on th...
Monday 23rd September 2013 5:14 pm
Also by Marksy:Please keep on the grass | My Automare |
The following story was related to me by a poet, in the autumn of the year 2013. The poet had retired to bed after partaking of herbal tea and cigarettes, from the effects of which she fell asleep, just as she was contemplating the opening lines from Kubla Khan.
The poet remained in a deep sleep until awoken by the radio alarm clock, at which point she began to experience the most vi...
Monday 23rd September 2013 10:46 am
"Lances, shields and armour plate?
They're long since out of stock.
The ancient art of jousting, mate -
It's taken a bit of a knock."
Saturday 21st September 2013 6:47 pm
Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:Hygiene hats |
David Farrow is looking for Writers, Poets, Illustrators and artists (especially those who work with children but not exclusively) who would like to participate in some voluntary work. This starts with going along to a brainstorming session to try and come up with a creative, alternative and enagaging theme to help with David's writing project.
The project is being set up based on this:
Saturday 21st September 2013 2:15 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:Stockport WOL Prompt 9/9/13 | September Collage Poem - The Sun |
Too quick to quip
To a waiting room
But much worse -
And infinitely seedier,
Is the "outraged" curse
Of a modern media.
Manipulating words like 'sluts'
Removing proper context,
Minus any 'ifs' and 'buts'...
Who knows whatever's on next?
You cannot hope
To bribe or twist - (they say!)
The British ...
Saturday 21st September 2013 2:13 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:GRAVE DOUBTS! | LITTLE AND LARGE - AND LLOYD! | SYRIA - MAKING A DIFFERENCE | AL ASSAD | A NAVY MAN |
Waiting at the windowsill
It’s that Friday tomorrow,
The day I wait two weeks for
Do you think he thinks when he
Picks up that drink.
Waiting in the park sitting on a swing,
Taking in the breeze
Watching the trees as they
Move ; even sing .
Will he come today ? I do all but pray ,
Praying will not help when
Your cards are dealt.
Have you ...
Friday 20th September 2013 11:50 pm
Friday 20th September 2013 9:00 pm
Also by Paul Sands:Mutuality | written in the dirt | shelter '76 |
Friday 20th September 2013 6:18 pm
Also by the #week-trending:No Borders | G20 | Global Sweatshop |
It's Thursday morning in Asylum Link.
The English class has a visitor,
Community policeman Phil.
Kindly, friendly Phil.
His honest face has our attention.
He smiles, they smile, we all smile.
Roads – safety – cars – safety -
licences and rules – safety – bikes – safety.
How to be safe, in a nice warm voice
in a nice, warm country.
Good old Phil.
Friday 20th September 2013 9:59 am
Also by Dave Bradley:Keats |
''This machine kills fascists'' ...
''this is not a pipe'' ...
''Policeman accused of 'inappropriate' treatment of Whitney Houston's corpse''...
which, if any, are considered Art?
Someone left luggage
in a pile on the floor,
I lifted it up
to a hook by the door.
A crowd had then gathered,
and to my lasting surprise
the jurors al...
Friday 20th September 2013 12:16 am
Thursday 19th September 2013 5:55 pm
Also by Marcia Calame:The Comedy Variety Showcase |
Thursday 19th September 2013 2:33 am
No need to give away the loved ones,
Those who are near you or far away,
And those who are almost invisible,
But very often so dear and desirable,
They come into your life as the sun ray.
When all is good and in the brightness,
Your life is burning like a fire.
Why do you worry about happiness?!
If all comes true and do not tire!
But when the evil of caustic words,
The soul sometimes hurts and cry,
Wednesday 18th September 2013 9:32 pm
Tunnelling in the dirt below my feet
I've been digging here all week
carving this hollow so deep
today, I hit bone
This is heavier work than I imagined
surveyed the ground from beyond the fence
And we both agreed that this was right
but now the toil is breaking me apart
As a new day rises
I'm bawling in the shower
never knew I could feel this pain
with the taps turned up to ten
never knew this hurt was in ...
Tuesday 17th September 2013 10:40 pm
Stay with me boy we gonna
like flies do run
burning after touching the light bulb
stay with me, 'cause it's an empty and sad little century
i might have tears in my eyes
but i don't wanna see
just don't want to see
Right on time
why would we
Walk with me now we never
had any time
Tuesday 17th September 2013 10:36 pm
Tuesday 17th September 2013 6:00 pm
Here we go -
Dredging her room and netting the hairdryer, straightners, bulging cases of clothes and IT, dismantling the computer desk, loading buckets and bleach
To squeeze the car skyscraper high
And driving through screwdriver rain
The length of England.
Scrubbed and kitted
The past, present and future knitted with cuddly toy and pillowed dreams,
The bed now empt...
Monday 16th September 2013 8:21 pm