Poetry Blogs (2014)
julie callaghan on Record Number of Migrants Cross The Channel - Aug 6 (2 minutes ago)
M.C. Newberry on Record Number of Migrants Cross The Channel - Aug 6 (11 minutes ago)
Don Matthews on Sylvain Dornon the Stilt-Walking Baker. Well I'll Be.... (47 minutes ago)
Brian Maryon on Record Number of Migrants Cross The Channel - Aug 6 (48 minutes ago)
This and Warhol says Fall back and pay me your Dollers
Wednesday 31st December 2014 11:30 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:...all the best | What borders do |
I can't think inside this house.
My thoughts have no room at all.
They struggle, battling each other for space,
jostling against hard, closed walls,
reeling back to me clumsily,
angry, trapped and bitter,
inflicting the darkest mood.
I need wide open spaces
to send thoughts soaring away,
to circle around and arrange themselves
sweeping along the bay,
over the rocks and over the sea,
Wednesday 31st December 2014 8:17 pm
Also by Judi Strega:Shipwreck |
Today I'll tout my love of the impermanent, chaotic life ineffectively:
bullets through the hypnotic waters of a dream, slowing but never stopping,
mocking in the shadows of doorways that I'll never quite make it through before I wake.
Impermanence doesn't fill a bed where thinking stops to rest a while, so feeling's free to tread,
and smug debate victory doesn't pull the sun above horizons bui...
Wednesday 31st December 2014 6:52 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:Cutter 11 (12/01/2014) | Heartburn v2 | Working Prayer (11/24/2014) | Thursday Night (09/11/2014) | Muffler (08/02/2014) | I've Lost my Revolution (07/14/2014) | Speech 1 (07/13/2014) | Frank (06/05/2014) | Ode's Lamentation (05/25/2014) | Brazen to Call it Independence (05/24/2014) | Nurse (02/01/2014) | RE: The Identity Farce (12/27/2013) | Demi-Gloss (05/13/2013) | 2am Untitled snippets (05/07/2013) | 777 (04/26/2013) | Desk Job (02/21/2013) | Monosyllabic Apparatus (11/13/2012) | Sunreiss (10/18/2012) | An Alley in Midday (08/05/2012) | Monday (06/26/2012) | Retrogade Renegade (05/29/2012) | Symbol (05/21/2012) | Men of Valor (04/23/2012) | Promise Ring (04/03/2012) | Interview with a Coffee Muse (03/25/2012) | Roulette (03/24/2012) | Wasn't Odessa (02/20/2012) | Blue Light Phantasm (02/13/2012) | Hangover 1 (02/05/2012) | What (12/26/2011) | Red (11/11/2011) | Comma (10/16/2011) | Revol (09/05/2011) | Prair (08/28/2011) | The Napkin Kiss (06/29/2011) | Sin (02/13/2011) | Fence Shuffle Posse (04/07/2010) | Simean (02/04/2010) | Letters' Compilation |
May al' tha beerrr tents
be poot ap anna ne'er takken doon
may al' tha sex marrd wemmen in tha weruld
move entae oor toon
an' queue oop at ma bedroom dooerrr
demarnden tae get en ma beed
so al' wesh ye al' ay grrrand new yearrr wharl a carn
wi' enna luck tae mawra al' be deed!
nae McCopyreet needed arn thess wun! sence et warz ...
Wednesday 31st December 2014 5:59 pm
Ropes may burn your skin.
Thick as a skull,
twisted as a sin.
Plenty to fill a position,
if you're pleased with its skin.
To take part in revelation,
to be King, is not the end.
Many walls, early years.
Many hills, later valleys.
Not many entries to descipher your galaxy.
Take part in which the sand destroys your land.
Or which is it I stand tall and noble to place my hand upon your nam...
Wednesday 31st December 2014 3:58 am
Also by Amelia:I escaped the reaper. | Depression. And not the money kind. | Our World. | Split |
Liverpool Salon will be organising a debate on poetry in the New Year. If there are any poets with a publication that they would like me to include in an article I will be writing for the site then please contact me through Facebook
Tuesday 30th December 2014 5:41 pm
Also by Denis:This is such a fantastic collection. |
Now Two Zero One Four winds down to its close
I wonder once more where the time of my life goes.
As we welcome the onset of Two Zero One Five
There's comfort in knowing the spirit will strive
Through life's hurly-burly...the push and the shove -
For the prospect of giving and getting some love.
Tuesday 30th December 2014 5:20 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND | CONSIDER THIS | CHRISTMAS IN PAKISTAN | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a re-post | BLUE REMEMBERED LIGHTS | EMBRACEABLE US! |
Tuesday 30th December 2014 2:04 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:murikami's wood | Tiptoe | Shipwrecked | Barefoot | pictures of living | Listless | Road Kill | All the little fishes | Silver light | Poet-tree | Life tales |
There’s a hole in the sky
Where the light pokes through
Where white cotton clouds
Move softly, silently
Confusing the eye
Diffusing the view
Whilst in contradiction
The dark grey, the white and the black
Mix, match, meld and obscure
Everything within sight
Every now and then a snapshot
Reveals a pocket of the deepest blue
As if trying to escape
Monday 29th December 2014 10:48 pm
Also by Martin Elder:A card from home |
A neat contrivance of rods and cams
creates the illusion a hustler seeks.
His window dressing perfects the hoax –
the turban and robes a thespian’s flourish…
This season Mechanics is all the rage
in fairground shows and court, where
an empress cheats but can’t outsmart
some gadget’s lack of class.
It takes a certain kind of flair to plot
the chequered board. A ...
Monday 29th December 2014 8:02 pm
Also by David Cooke:A Waldorf Salad | Work | Aretha Franklin | ICE | Pheasant | Whisper in Agony |
No familiar horizon.
No Sun to acknowledge.
No blue, for clouds to saunter across.
Sky and land,have merged,
into a single,unwelcome,
This old man of season's morning,
brimming my sight
with a grieving sense of closure,
glare's at me,cruelly,beautifully,
with glittering glint's of dominance.
How bitterly,we oppose each other!
Monday 29th December 2014 3:20 pm
You take the sunshine from my morning.
You take the dreams from my night
And you leave your crimson shadow
In every corner of my life.
So many times I’ve tried to be your friend
I know I’ll never try again
This time, this time it’s goodbye.
Your footsteps have always guided me
I did not move away
And your blood red shadow has covered
My every day.
So many times I’ve tried t...
Monday 29th December 2014 10:06 am
You come to me when I least expect it,
As my thoughts, idle, spiral into the inky darkness which envelops me
Rising in a euphoria of hazy violet, unanchored, until you materialise, suspended above me,
Drawing them around you, immersing yourself in the haze, as you
Drown me in hazel and poison me with possibilities, each more fantastic than the last;
Tumbling into my thoughts, ...
Monday 29th December 2014 12:00 am
I’ve found Angels haunting darkness and some riddles clear as answers
Seen evil help the weakest soul saw new lives start with cancers
Studied rocks to learn to fly found learning in forgetting
Saw blood and bone return to dust then watched the new sun setting
Pondered if there is a soul and at what price would I sell
Contemplated on the afterlife and tales the mystics tel...
Sunday 28th December 2014 11:42 pm
I toked and turned away
Blowing out the long, dry drag
Over the old dying thoughts, laugh and say
I don't know why it was so nice to be with her
Kinsey rolled back over
The looks in our eyes so questioning more
My hope in us, if ever lost; whenever
I wanted you to want me to be the whore
It's gonna take me to forever
Let the energy speak
Without your excitation and fe...
Sunday 28th December 2014 11:27 pm
She didn't understand what she did
When the first hello was said
Words soft and sweet wanting more
Listening to every word she told
Honest and fun a sweetheart's tale
Giggles to stupid jokes I failed
Becoming depended on her each day
Each moment I think of her
My drug it seems, I'm addicted
Orgasmic pleasures with her miles away
More erotic than I ever imaged
Wanting more than I could have
I wish for differen...
Sunday 28th December 2014 12:38 pm
Also by UInk :Painted Passion | Losing Battle | Heart Felt | In Chain, No | Sides of Deception | Burden | Linear Measurement | Repeat | When Genius and Insanity Hold Hands | An Edge | Scribble | In the Snow | Seclusion |
A heart as big as Syria
It always seems to happen at this time
Must be the time zones across the world
I can’t sleep, I get up in the early hours
And someone has lost their life
A member of the Paparazzi
A soldier in Afghanistan or Iraq
This time an aid worker
A taxi driver in fact
He left his home at Christmas
Leaving family and friends behind
Not to worry, there’ll be others to ce...
Sunday 28th December 2014 9:39 am
~~"I love you."
is just three small words,
but when it is spoken
it holds a power
So, When revealing
those three little, yet powerful words
to a heart so fragile
make sure that you mean it,
and show her the difference between
" I LOVE YOU." and "I love you."
because anyone can say " I love you."
So, remember that love is a feeling
that is shared between two,
Sunday 28th December 2014 2:47 am
Also by Spoken_Thoughts:Fuck You | A Fool |
My last poem for 2014 is published in Jellyfish Whispers magazine: http://www.jellyfishwhispers.com/2014/12/a-poem-by-leilanie-stewart.html?m=1 Happy New year for 2015 everyone! http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/12/27/an-archaeology-poem-in-jellyfish-whispers/
Saturday 27th December 2014 4:41 pm
Also by Leilanie Stewart:Winter writing blues | Survival Skills - my poem in The Commonline Journal |
Love hides in the gap
Between sleep and dawn
In the space under stairs
The air above skies
And the void below ground
Love is neither left nor right
Up or down, in or out
It will not be confined
Like a ship in a bottle
Or restrained like a horse
With bit and bridle
Love keeps no appointment
If you ever meet love
It will spring out
Friday 26th December 2014 3:18 pm
Merry Christmas , my dearest friends,
Living on different and beautiful Lands!
Merry Christmas to all - big and small!
Merry Christmas to you and you, and you!
To all those who say more often "hello" than "adieu".
Merry Christmas to all… rich and poor,
To those who are always know and sure
That tomorrow will certainly come,
That our world is blithesome and awesome.
Merry Christmas to...
Thursday 25th December 2014 2:45 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:The 22nd of December | Pritty Little Boy | Butterfly & Snake |
We gathered round
And tucked into
(of that there were plenty)
Opened and discarded
A carving knife
For the vegetarian
A heavy metal CD
For the soul fan
We pulled crackers
(of which most of them were)
And left everything
Which had to be said
Slowly we crept
Wednesday 24th December 2014 9:16 pm
Also by David R Mellor:WHILST THE SEA SINGS PRAYERS |
They've come through another rubbish day
fitted like files in cabinets
of standard dimensions:
nameplate at their workstation,
the Division's phonebook.
After lunch, turning a page in life's diary,
afternoon goes by:
phones ring, birds fly to skies'
end, and back again.
Each moment not a moment too soon,
neon lights ...
Wednesday 24th December 2014 4:06 pm
Also by David Andrew:Delirium in winter: the destination of snow | Christmas Morning | A modern nursery rhyme |
What is Life?
What is Life?
The treacherous path known to wise
Untroubled course squandered by imbeciles. .
What is Life?
The journey pronounced by time
The journey lost in time. .
What is Life?
The gift from heavenly abode
The curse of humankind. .
What is Life?
The tool to exist
The way to live. .
Wednesday 24th December 2014 8:19 am
Also by Undead:I |
Oh me baby went out with the bathwater
‘e went sailin’ darn the drain
Me baby went out with the bathwater
Ain’t it just a blimmin’ shame!
‘e was never a beautiful baby
With a face like a little pug
Me baby went out with the bathwater
Cos I forgot the plug!
I remember when I ‘ad ‘im
It came as a big surprise
When ‘e popped out with a scream and a shout
Tuesday 23rd December 2014 6:19 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:Song for a dead gannet |
A connection between you and me
A lost connection in time i cant find
I cant let go as it comes by
A fortune lost in space
A fortune in her heart and i cant find the keys
with struggle I breathe
A nightmare that never ends
If it comes to an end I fall
we have our separate ways
Just that one piece we need to see
space is infinity
The emotions I cry with ...
Tuesday 23rd December 2014 9:11 am
and the blades of grass become trees
we're in the sky
and the puddles become lakes
I can swim
because I have you to teach me
but who taught you?
thrown in and forced to paddle
sunny sidewalks are flooded by shadows
beating on the bathroom door
and oh god
in your arm
the devil is yellow
Tuesday 23rd December 2014 4:38 am
Also by Cher:Fly |
Dancing around half empty coke bottles
Chiselled in shadows
Our 14th meet up
By now spinning into Mid November
Was laced in a glow of happiness
Of reconnecting with old friends
And awakening new love
(with your encouragement of course)
covered in a glow of happiness,
bubbling in my emotions
fashioned in marble
cutting a swathe with excitement
from her home in Bacup
throughout all of...
Monday 22nd December 2014 10:04 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:Waiting for Nancy (XIII) | Waiting for Nancy (XII) |
Thirteen billion years and more
The universe has turned.
One three hundred and fifty millionth of that
Is but a minute fraction on the cosmic scale.
But in that time the earth has been around the sun
Forty times, enough for two generations to try and fail.
As is proper in these enlightened times
It’s considered wrong to treat this gap
...as if it doesn’t matter...
Monday 22nd December 2014 9:25 pm
I have a man, a tree.
I have awesome friends
that care about me.
I have a cat, Mum and Dad -
I have sisters and nephews
that make my heart glad.
This Christmas I can say
“life is great!”
I sit in love
and not fear or hate.
And every year
I’ve had prospects, a bed.
I’ve had nice clothes.
I’ve always been fed.
Monday 22nd December 2014 6:34 pm
Stuck in the middle of another drift
The sledge looks lost without reindeer
As Father Christmas stands there
Looking over the roof
At firstly the smoke
Blowing off the next house
Choked out by the wind
Taxis turning into snowploughs
On the next road
Almost by magic
Out of total nowhere
And dogs morphing into wolves
Howling over and over
In the moonlight
Children in the nearby fie...
Monday 22nd December 2014 12:43 pm
Cold light of dusk
these stained glass windows.
Candles lit for saints and sinners
cast dancing shadows
on the marbled aisles.
Prayers for lost souls,
mumbled in archaic prose
to heighten sense
of magic and reverence.
Sign of the Cross.
Body of Christ.
Blood of Christ
Soul of Man
The burnt rag smell
Saturday 20th December 2014 7:38 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:A Wee Dram | Anti-Christ(mas) |
Sublime Christmas, you come bejeweled
filling with magic every home
with your noble expression of generosity
Along the tree, gifts, lights,
the dreams that come reality,
and others that remain behind,
feelings of love invade us nostalgically
with sadness for those who are no longer with us
Suitable time for love,
friendship, spiritual wealth,
Saturday 20th December 2014 3:17 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:It's only that... |
Well it's already started off bad.
But IF I lived in Russia
My name would be Vlad (you stereotypical basterd)
I would have time to take an iron hammer blanket
to freeze in a watchtower to spy the Ice grow
forming and joining like a secret service clan
meeting in the dead of night
discussing the nuclear plan
Oppressed by the sun light...
Quiet patriotic meets
Friday 19th December 2014 10:53 pm
Also by Quiet Comet:No regrets | Just another day |
(IN MANY CULTURES IN THE WORLD THERE CO-EXISTS WITH SANTA THE CONCEPT OF A NASTY SANTA WHO BEATS NAUGHTY CHILDREN. IN FRANCE HE IS KNOWN AS PERE FOUETTARD)
My Santa you will never see upon your Christmas card,
The counterpart of Pere Noel: his brother, Pere Fouettard.
I know if I’m a good girl that his presents will be mine;
Le Pere Noel will visit me, avuncular, benign.
Friday 19th December 2014 9:17 pm
Also by John Coopey:Dear Sarah and Samantha | IN THE GROTTO | HARRY POETER |
My poem on the Scottish referendum result, published on Poetry 24. Big thanks to Laura Taylor for switching me on to the blog..
Thursday 18th December 2014 10:41 am
Also by Gary Smillie:The Hill Runners (A New Poem) |
An eloquent visage placed upon a pedestal of mosaic stones,
Creamy white snow shimmering,
Glistening freshly cut phernomes sit eloquently upon your chest.
"They will die!," you say.
"They will die!," you say.
Erogenous plains outline your temporal landscapes,
An infinite glaze of still-life sunflowers,
Procreating infants breadth,
Hypnotizing Adriatic oils,...
Wednesday 17th December 2014 6:44 pm
I know that I'm a lucky man;
it seems apparent every day.
But I am one among a host
whose luck evolved another way.
Such unwonted suffering
is not the grist that gods allot,
so how shall I be happy here
amid all those I know are not?
Wednesday 17th December 2014 7:29 am
"Why don't you yell back!? Why don't you argue and fight!? I need a man who will challenge my opinion!" I am humbled and worn. The days of playful pleading are passed. The hours of only our company for sustenance have left us. You once begged me to hold you until you slept, but now my presence disturbs your slumber. I will still work tired to...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 9:33 pm
Also by Lint Gannon:Within My Rights |
How prolific your profundity,
To see what others cannot see,
To relate your divine acuity,
To take the time to talk to me,
To advise advice altruistically,
To lower yourself to charity,
To solicit unsolicited graciously,
To presumably pontificate pompuosly
To offer two red cents for free.
Tuesday 16th December 2014 7:26 am
Also by James Roper:Warm Nights Behind the Orange Grove | Girl of My Dreams |
Cuffed and collar’d – not entirely wedded n’ bound
Retaining strength with freedom recently found
In gallant splendour of posies he dutifully bade
She became his princess, and nonchalant maid
She washed away his tears with sweat of sin
An’ hell coloured hair that whipp’d his skin
Oh scornful mistress! How can you chide and glow?
Because, she smiled, that’s the way troubadour g...
Sunday 14th December 2014 7:10 pm
Public and Personal
I will be launching a collection of my poetry at the Dead Good Poets in Liverpool on Wednesday 17th December.If you have read and liked any of my stuff on Write Outloud,
please come along at 7:30 this Wednesday.
Sunday 14th December 2014 5:56 pm
-the ramblings of another young girl-
I have this fear.
It keeps me awake when I try to sleep.
It drips into my mind like the rain drips from my window.
I have this fear.
I feel like it will never leave me.
I can't remember the last time it wasn't weighing me down.
I have this fear.
It keeps my heart wrapped in heavy chains.
It makes me scar...
Saturday 13th December 2014 7:57 pm
Also by .L.m.P.:Feel |
Inspired by Nirvana's song 'heart-shaped box'. The line "I want to eat your cancer" was so strong and powerful, really got me thinking
I want to eat your cancer,
Sip your darkness, your evils,
Drink from your chalice of disease,
Soak up your pain, bathe in it, wash in it...
So that you are dry.
And when you are too dry;
Powdery, breaking, crumbling,
Ill offer you a dri...
Saturday 13th December 2014 5:15 pm
The scarlet of your poison still stains deep
The girl left stands in the corner weeping
Hiding her face so you can't see the shame
Love lame and passions undermined
From nowhere you appeared as if by fate
Your face awake and bright you teased and won
You stole the light and toyed with me all night
Your intentions unknown to me that night...
Friday 12th December 2014 9:06 pm
shadowed on the grass
sound of the leaves
in a pass of breath
as it begins
Friday 12th December 2014 7:19 pm
Breaking Bad’s at last run out
Walt and Jess got even
Bodies lying all about
Someone’s finally leavin’
Can’t get by on Game of Thrones?
Not a fan of Dexter?
If you want more Breaking Bad
Here’s a Christmas Extra
Heather Page and Stan Bymee
Lived in Alberquerque
Stan was cooking crystal meth
Heather breeding turkeys
They went on a date or two
But it came ...
Friday 12th December 2014 6:26 pm
Sir Silly Billy
Flushed his fortune
Down the pan
Dealt a card
Joker of jest
High society reject.
Roger the dodger
Took a chance
Slice of luck
Credit card found
Name Billy Silly
Spent it all.
Friday 12th December 2014 5:58 pm
Just that one moment, when I lost what held us together,
I regret more than anything; that I trusted her.
He did not deserve, my sword of betrayal,
I cannot go back and stay still the same loyal,
The poison has spilled now, won't stop its flow
Through our veins, our hearts, our existence of sorrow
We all just meant to play nice, care one way or other
Friday 12th December 2014 5:17 pm
Just another drop love, just another glass.
Just another bottle , im sure that this one will last.
Just another day gone , just another week ,
Its only here and there love, its just to help me sleep.
Its just another month where ive felt a little stressed
And ive needed it to get me by and decide on what is best,
Its just another argument , that I cant remember now ….
I know t...
Friday 12th December 2014 3:27 pm