Poetry Blogs (Oct 2014)
that drives us
to unmarketed destinations
while discounting the soul.
© Patricia Wilde 2014
Friday 31st October 2014 8:42 pm
The rising sun breaks the dawn…,
And at last … the mist has gone.
The caravan of the sun rays
Runs quickly on the sea surface.
The sea shines with silver and gold,
It’s a hold of different sounds
Which are the compounds of …
The seagulls cry telling “hi”,
The splashes of the waves
Loving to make new caves.
The warm breeze is so rowdy
And the seagulls are so naughty.
They dance ove...
Friday 31st October 2014 8:26 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Our Life is Short |
The water trickles from one tap,
blasts from the other; bubbles
build on one side only then
lonely, they meander over
to join the others fusing together
in oily kaleidoscopic clusters.
I lie beneath the clouds and steam
thrusting hands between slick
millions reflecting prickled surfaces
bouncing rainbows off porcelain.
And try to clasp my hands together;
Friday 31st October 2014 4:03 pm
exchange hungry glances.
Questions have been long laid to rest.
So slowly we merge
in silent awe of each other
allowing loves clarity
to breathe its magnetism
its soothing marble calmness.
Here we lie
in the throw of sunlight
ready to feast on
and wholly consume
all our bodys,minds,hearts and souls
have to give...
Friday 31st October 2014 12:32 pm
I think I must be due for a reminder to subscribe to "Witch" magazine!
Friday 31st October 2014 11:16 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:RELATIVE VALUES | 'ERE YOU...IN THE EU! | SCAN THE MAN! | LOVE'S CONFUSION | TONY AND DAVE |
I moved your old letter
From my old jacket
Into my new jacket
You're still with me
Friday 31st October 2014 1:44 am
Also by Becka Brush:Dye |
(Something for Hallowe'en. Thought I'd posted this previously but it must have been on FB)
He was playing in defence in a World Cup game
When he suddenly said, “What in Heaven’s name!”
The pain he felt made his blood run colder
He saw he was missing a chunk of his shoulder
It was The Gnash
It was The Monster Gnash
There was a clash
And he was rather rash
A dental s...
Thursday 30th October 2014 10:15 pm
Also by John Coopey:Our Gert She's Not a Drinker |
It’s very surprising that “SATOR Squares”
seem to appear everywhere
the mighty Roman army had gone;
can they together, really belong?
Can anyone else see
inside this puzzle’s mystery?
It’s been learned that it’s not a game
and a truth, always remains the same.
Known is the square’s earliest evidence –
Can it be a mere coincidence,
that it was found in a retired soldie...
Thursday 30th October 2014 6:45 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Way of The Cross | Poem: Enabling Success | Poem: True Contentment | Poem/Song: Just a Word, Lord | Poem: Teach Me to Pray | Poem: Called To Worship | Poem: Daily Intercession | Poem: Celestial Lodestone | Poem: Between Two Thieves | Poem: Walls Tumbled Down | Poem: A Psalm for the Prisoner | Poem: Beware the Antichrist | Poem: Remembering Pentecost | Poem: Comes the Rain |
I arose from the crypt on Friday October 31
Gazed into the mirror - nothing stared back at me
For a vampire on the loose there is a lot at stake
I am totally bewitched as far as I can see
It’s alright to dress up like the devil to frighten folk
It’s okay on the ghostly streets - in fact it’s a howl
Hammer on doors, play the fool, trick or treat
Pumpkins light the way o...
Thursday 30th October 2014 3:52 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:Look At The Trees | Mad Mad World |
We were sent to fight a war
that we didn’t believe in,
knowing that there would be
Paid a pittance
to be on the front line
facing hostiles every day.
the faceless generals
who stayed hidden
in the bunkers
giving their orders.
Many were wounded,
left for dead,
injured in ways
wouldn’t understand -
because some ...
Thursday 30th October 2014 10:52 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:All The Little Creatures Of Glass City | Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876) | Afraid Of The Dark | Weird Sisters | In The Beginning | funeral days | Blockhead | STILL IN THE WAR, BOYS! - new CD and download from THE CROWS OF ALBION |
A blasphemous horde of poachers and drinkers
the big money had spawned, they dug their way
through rocks and sodden clay. Camped out like tinkers,
only the brass was missed when they picked up sticks,
following the line to another day
of mindless graft, squalor, suspicious looks.
From those whose curtained lives they did not share,
they earned scant praise for laying down the ...
Thursday 30th October 2014 9:59 am
Also by David Cooke:The Leaving Cert | Tamla Motown | Paying the Price | Cities | Bamboo |
I just want to give up
All of this pain, life is not worth
To know that life will come to an end
I ask for a friend
With a willing hand to lend
He says Faith will carry you through
But what if I lack this trait and im confused
After this statement, no one has a clue
I consistantly ask, what am I to do
For I am stuck like glue
Needing to rely on Faith, not knowing exac...
Thursday 30th October 2014 5:14 am
Also by Quinnay Collier:Life is Pain |
Give you a thousand roses and a thousand violins
A thousand manned choir to sing you a thousand hymns
Light up a thousand stars in the image of your face
Give me a thousand wishes and I'd wish most of the same
Nine hundred ninety-nine wishes, I'd wish for one more day
To spend with you, then change my wish when my last wish came
On the thousandth wish, I'd wish for a thousand more
Thursday 30th October 2014 2:41 am
my cat she.s at it agen
runnin mad like a rabid hen
wots she up to i.d like to know
scatterin dust...... layin tracks with her speedy run
how come SHE gets to have so much fun
oh my god she.s caught that dammed fly
av bin after that since last july
come ere puss ere.s yer treat
arf a tin of salmon un wipe yer feet
Wednesday 29th October 2014 8:13 am
Also by jean lucy thompson:Its Called the Universe |
I was Inspired to write this remembering my friends and I vowed we’d never change and that music would be the one thing that we would hold on to. Then, after some years, I felt that I’d grown up and this wasn’t true, it was childish. Then later I realised that the one thing I only ever wanted to hold onto was the music. It formed me and my mates and it bound us together. It is the one thing that w...
Wednesday 29th October 2014 1:42 am
Also by dazzer:gERm FrEE HaiKu | THE COSTA COFFEE | Deansgate Bridge | If Cameron came to my house. |
I wrote this in January, 1967, in protest at a bishop proposing to bless a nuclear weapon submarine, carrying the then nuclear weapon Polaris. I believe I submitted it to the editor of Peace News, but do not think it was published. Apologies for irregularities of metre and rhyme!
'At Birkenhead, on the twenty-fifth of February,
I'll be chug, chug, chugging across on the ferry,
Tuesday 28th October 2014 6:01 pm
Fiona is such a good Christian
Humble, mild and meek
Whenever I pinch her on the bum
She turns the other cheek
Tuesday 28th October 2014 3:31 pm
It was Charlie who brought them together
And once they realised it, well it was never going to last forever.
It was Charlie who was left in the middle.
He was there sun, their moon their rising star.
A child seat in two different cars.
Mum and dad now both see Charlie in two separate ways
Mum every morning for school and evenings occasionally when out in the 'pool.
Tuesday 28th October 2014 12:48 pm
''is that all
that there is?''
all that is there
that there is.
Tuesday 28th October 2014 11:00 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Words without plays | I never sleep when... | Semi tone | in bits |
Well, I never - poem by Joseph Robert: https://theopenmouse.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/joseph-robert/
Tuesday 28th October 2014 9:43 am
Love isn’t some little thing that goes ding!
It isn’t a song that you can sing.
It’s not something that might happen in a flash,
It doesn’t happen while driving and cause you to crash.
Love isn’t something tangible, something you can see,
It's pretty much invisible, to both you and to me.
It’s something that will join us and hold us together,
It’s a feeling that will...
Tuesday 28th October 2014 4:10 am
Also by Steve:Mother |
She's exposed, I suppose, but who knows,
What's going on in her mind?
She's vulnerable, like a candle,
Sometimes I can’t handle,
She can burn you and turn you,
With the flame, is she insane?
Physically drain my brain and cause me pain,
But it’s not meant, her mind is not bent, but it’s spent,
Take the time, make the time, don't leave it too late for time,
Coz time won't wait, till it...
Monday 27th October 2014 11:46 pm
on Sunday morning
an old woman
knocked at your
and had made
you a pie
of apple and
To say hello.
To calm her from
loneliness and fear.
‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’
by the Stones...
Monday 27th October 2014 10:25 pm
We cross roads
Think we will never
See that face again
That lit up a runway
Finally shot our heart down
But in the mist of time
I finally found
What was always mine
Just across the Bosphorus sea
That’s where my heart
And our eyes meet
As gentle as the call to prayer
As gentle as knowing you are there
Just across the Bosphorus sea
That’s where our hearts
And eyes meet
David R Mel...
Monday 27th October 2014 7:09 pm
Also by David R Mellor:DYLAN THOMAS (on the 100th anniversary of his birth) |
lying little Tesco.
Tesco, uh oh!
Pants on fire.
Tongues as long as a telephone wire.
Standardised carrot size?
where the sun don’t…
Tesco swing low,
all fall down.
All the credibility
Monday 27th October 2014 10:16 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Winter Belly Love Poem |
Stumbling through the cream papered corridor
The ruby red rug shuffling under my Wholly odd socks
peppered in specks of gold
like an Alice in Wonderland dream
There is no Alice, this is no dream
The red rug ends merging to the old oak door.
Now etched in green.
Darkness awoken by the dimly lit lamp
Casting a shadow in the role of a stranger tracking their victim in the...
Sunday 26th October 2014 5:09 pm
Also by Quiet Comet:Footprints |
Top heavy in Irish Stew
From an amazing gig
The night before
My arrival to our 7th adventure
Was delayed with Cathy’s younger cat
Deciding it didn’t like Extreme Metal
And ran into the other
Resulting in World War 3
Round the back of the TV,
And me getting to the bus stop
Minus my bus pass
And heading back into the flat
To walk into Round 2
With both of the Cats
Spitting at each o...
Sunday 26th October 2014 8:40 am
Also by Gray Nicholls:Waiting for Nancy (VI) | Waiting for Nancy (V) | Waiting for Nancy (IV) |
Wrinkles tell a story
Blue spider veins protruding
A ginger walk
Eyes that are piercing
Wiser, with wisdom
Weak body, quip mind
Survival through the changing tides
Love that’s morphed, as life evolved
Exemplary Role Model
Resilience to any pain cast upon
A plethora of great memories
Stronger than most
Knowledgeable by way of experience
Sunday 26th October 2014 1:32 am
Also by Outside of Comfort :Shadow | At that Time | Baby Girl | Little Sisters |
At the end of a day without a second’s rest
Exhausted from pressure and all sorts of tests
Normality is something I cannot seem to find
Trudging through the streets nearly blind from
the sunlight giving way, ending the cold wet day
If the people weren’t enough, the night comes along to kill
Even warm in bed death brings its’ chill
At the centre of everything we live
Saturday 25th October 2014 7:07 pm
The messaging boy rode his bike hands-free
past the house where the man slew his parents.
Oblivious, the boy was hungry for life.
The man was hungry for death.
It's a risky business having children.
They do dangerous things,
cycling helmet-less along busy roads
both hands and both eyes
on the fascinating phone.
They do dangerous things
like knifing you
Saturday 25th October 2014 7:52 am
These days it's hard to have one
without feeling the need to share
every one with everyone.
'til we bleed.
How does this look?
Who should we tag?
Where should we ping?
We've become factory workers
tasked with packaging our most worthy moments.
Keeping the extreme -
Saturday 25th October 2014 5:20 am
Nobody, Likes the Pious
Do you think Mr Cameron,
Do you really think you’re above pain?
Do you think Mr Duncan Smith,
Do you believe you’re an isolated case
Do you see like I,
The Syrian Children
Sleeping between corpses
Of dad and ma,
Do you, in full
Rebuke the cries of war?
Are you really sure,
Saturday 25th October 2014 1:22 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:A Jealous Recreation - Denied | SO, ARE YOU BOUGHT? | Mistaken Identity | The World Be Nothing We Own | For My Family | Humility's Loss |
If I had to sum up my father
I would choose this single word: "Care".
No nails undriven, shoelaces untied were ever left,
There was always good food and a table set.
He used to struggle with words himself,
But his actions sent the message instead:
“As long as you see me around
You have nothing to worry about.
His soul was hidden like a cool stream,
Seeking its path under forest’s gr...
Saturday 25th October 2014 1:07 am
Also by Cecilia Kovacs:KS (Emlékére) | Emerge |
You were wrong to underestimate me.
You were wrong to not have any faith in myself and my success.
You were wrong to say the things you've said.
You were wrong to bring me down.
Although, while you were wrong
for everything you've did.
I cannot fully blame you
for my sadness you've caused.
For, I was also in the wrong.
I was wrong to believe
every word that you spoke.
I was wrong to let...
Friday 24th October 2014 10:35 pm
Also by Spoken_Thoughts:Captured within my Darkness | Three weeks with you. | Dear J. | Barbie is fake, Beauty is real | Friendship over Love | Let me be the one | I've seen it, dreamed it, and thought of it, but never felt it. | The time has come. | Save me! | Playing with the heart | Let there be love! | Together again feels like a dream | One Day | All good things must come to an end | Through an arthurs words a beauty is seen | Inspiration? | No one knows | One Life, three time periods | Don't live or forget, but learn from the past. | Death of a loved one. | Need me like I need you | Made me Believe | Poetry | Chasing Love | Great Sadness, Little Happiness. | To be YOUR best | Never did I Thought | 24 days before Christmas | Two in One | Day to Night | What I love about myself. | Expectation | All I'll be is me | A letter to you... | With You.... | No Guarantee | Always the same.... | R.I.P MY HEART | LIFE... | Dear Brother | L..O..V..E.. | You took my Heart | Lost Child | Ones' Face | No Voice | New and Improve | When you find.. | Mommy Please | Your Meaningless Love | The Monster in me | My Ghostly brother..??? | Listen |
Friday 24th October 2014 9:17 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:mountains and mole hills | The shove | sink, swim or make do | Waiting in Line | Forever | fragile |
Abstract anxiety eats at razor thinned shins,
Anguish engulfs lost and last,
Previous pretenses portray pessimistic pain,
Friday 24th October 2014 5:09 pm
Also by John H.:Life's Lost Life | Transitions | Voided | Last Life | Life's Lost Sense of Direction | Free Write - Little Souls | Free write #1 |
I’m unsettled while I’m out;
my whiskers twitch. I dare not doubt
some violence lurks at every turn.
And so I hasten my return;
get done what I need to do
as quickly as I’m able to.
Washed and fed I then repair to
my lamp-lit and book-strewn armchair;
one I built with wood and foam
and made the focus of my home.
Once ensconced though, I begin
to think my stock of pleasures thin;
Friday 24th October 2014 3:44 pm
I really cared I swear I did I try to relive all of the happiness we were so true. I hope he takes care of everything I couldn’t grasp like the way your hair would flash i know he sees it too. The flowers i never sent are locked away with repent where did I spend my time. Looking back words i hate it the past keeps evading my eraser I wish you could mend my mind. Around this time last year you smi...
Friday 24th October 2014 11:35 am
Also by iLmm:Candles | Beautiful Discover |
Binded by words
letters on paper
I signed my life over
no joy or caper.
Contracted to fight
for all of your rights
"rights of life."
money and material
Thursday 23rd October 2014 9:36 pm
There is a rawness to us all we fight and fall just to have it all painting a picture for the world to see not what we are but who we want to be beauty and terror all in one we don't want our flaws to be seen by none we live our lives but most of the time we forget and allow harsh words inside to control how broken we really are only time will tell if it leaves a scar forever searching to please t...
Thursday 23rd October 2014 5:57 pm
but rarely admit
what it has gone through -
the long nights
spent wrapped up
in some rusted bag of past,
days before when
walked on stomach,
mornings fresh fat
on the rug,
some menaced robin head.
We delight in its bijou,
its glass head of colour,
how the little bob to
gives us safety.
On your shoulder,
it is a good rest,
sweet and sleepy velvet,
Thursday 23rd October 2014 2:23 pm
Is this my truth
The saying goes its the things
we don't mean to say that
hurt the most
an accident of word play
can ignite the fire of lies
but the water of apology
can extinguish the fire
Thursday 23rd October 2014 1:20 am
She’s the kind of girl that gathers withered wildflowers, and sticks them in her hair even though their beauty has gone. There is a broken beauty is something such as flowers without life. Their crumpled petals and weak stems remind her of herself, and almost like looking in a shattered mirror the reflection seen is all too familiar. Is it wrong to collect the things that remind us so much of ours...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 8:08 pm
Also by Jen Rose:Drowning in You | Final Masterpiece |
A feeling unknown surrounds my aching bones,
A feeling felt before but on a totally different course,
A good, bad, happy, sad, feeling of confusion,
An autopsy needed to look at my heart before these feelings stop,
All this makes no since and writing it out in inconvenient,
As I try to separate words from feeling I end up lost,
There are no words to ...
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 7:06 pm
Also by Kassandra Morris:The Dark | It's not easy | Moonlight | Beauty and the Beast | Thirsty For Love |
~~The Quiet Compere Tour is 'Supported using public funding by the National Lottery through Arts Council England'
~~Quiet Compere National Tour 2015 – Confirmed Schedule
Date City Venue
Thursday 5th March Halifax Bar Up –
(co-host Spoken Weird)
Address: Princess Street, 5 Union Cross Yard, Halifax, West Yorkshire, HX1 1TS
Friday 27th March Durham The Old Cinema Laundrette
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 10:36 am
Several of my poems (Boat Story 1 and 2, River Story) alongside other poems by members of Write Out Loud, Stockport (John, Linda, Nigel and Meschach) about rivers and boats have appeared on the healthwaterystrust website.
These can be read at http://www.healthywaterwaystrust.org.uk/index.php/about/36-poems
and as be seen from the website looking for additional poems too.
Tuesday 21st October 2014 12:58 pm
It's the peoples opiate of choice
Mozilla Firefox, Safari, Chrome
Where one cannot hate or love but 'like'
And relationships are just a game
Can't help but think it's a fucking shame
That the greatest library in all the world
Is no more than a church for the sort
Of vacuous arse I took the piss
Out of at school. Well they're winning now.
But the intern...
Tuesday 21st October 2014 1:28 am
I've lost count of all the drinks I've downed.
So I go at a maddening pace and I pretend that it's taking his place.
But what else can you do when he refuses to face your reality?
My mental state is not secure.
Unrequainted love is a bore.
How can he ignore the pain that he's inflicted?
Fools rush in, so here am I.
I'm so tired of being here, but how can I move on when everyth...
Monday 20th October 2014 8:04 pm
My debut poetry pamphlet is scheduled for publication in February 2015! http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/10/20/update-from-eyewear-publishing-2020-pamphlet-series/#more-1397
Monday 20th October 2014 6:41 pm
Also by Leilanie Stewart:Writing and working full time | Happy National Poetry Day |
Tell to me of true love stirring
Heart cold upon a somewhere stone
Beside the river fast and flowing
Beside the rivers rushes bending
Comes there firefly and sunbeam
Owl and vixen homeward fleeting
Feather and fur that smell of night
Into the early nearly light
In the misting hint of sunlight
Hidden beneath a somewhere stone
So close to true loves calling
Near the river fast...
Monday 20th October 2014 5:30 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:So Far Away So Long Ago | One Day Every Day |