Poetry Blogs (Nov 2014)
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You cancelled our 11th meet up
With half a hours notice
Scratching down the phone
Like a chipped needle
On a record player
The truth and lies
Brick-edged across St Peters Square
With the tram lights
Spot lighting on me
Truthing the ground
Leaving me stood there
Alone in the rain.
(11th in a ongoing series)
Sunday 30th November 2014 11:46 am
Also by Gray Nicholls:Waiting for Nancy (10) | Waiting for Nancy (XI) | Excuse Poem | Waiting for Nancy (VIII) |
Sunday 30th November 2014 11:33 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:Silver and tin | The sums of life | Tricks of the mind | Snow White | Sometimes |
ilare uccello calunniato
Caught in the moment,
there is no way of knowing
who might have blinked first –
the old man or his visitant,
the bright, crested
ambivalent bird. A few
implying a workspace,
the room is otherwise
the reciprocal stare
of two survivors.
The eyes of one are stoical,
but lit by a sense
Sunday 30th November 2014 10:30 am
Also by David Cooke:Distances | The Swan | Red Kites | Before the Storm | Village Life | The Burghers of Calais | In Search of Lost Time |
leafy death throes
litter my path.
the drifting offences
of wasted beauty.
has to be,
to a shuddering halt.
This I say,
is of the Earths
Sunday 30th November 2014 9:33 am
What, to you, does a tear signify?
Joy, pain, sadness, or just something in the eye.
How do you respond? Grasp the shoulders and share the joy,
Hold her close and reveal that it’s a boy.
Give a sympathetic cuddle with it's irritating stroking
Sorry, didn’t realise it was your eye I was poking.
© Jack Purvis OOPs
Sunday 30th November 2014 8:58 am
Also by Jack purvis:A LAST FOND KISS | IT'S SO HOT |
orginal posting on www.uink.ca
How to comprehend, events of late;
Trying to understand, can you explain;
Why we must smite our enemy
through greed, fear and fate;
I'm simple man, use plain words;
Creating a world in this state;
Elusive to the bigger picture, guessing;
Not meaning to ignorant, but simpler;
To be secluded to what's happening;
Grasping concepts hurts to understand mate;
Broader horizon to t...
Sunday 30th November 2014 3:50 am
There’s a floor called race and a home called blood,
it can be what forms you.
It can be what clothes you, what warms you as it flows through your body,
a rich honey providing brotherhood, relation, family and love -
bonds of pride which cartwheel through your body.
I have a mystery and in my father lies the clues.
I had droplets of speciality, uniqueness, distinction, excitement...
Saturday 29th November 2014 10:59 pm
How do you dump one who's never been yours,
who barely cares you exist,
someone whose body you never have held,
whose mouth you never have kissed?
Though there's nothing to dump, dump you I must,
Dump you right out of my head
where images of you haunt and tease,
caused (to be fair!) by nothing you've done or said.
Tomorrow I get my life back I hope
after a fantasy-nightm...
Saturday 29th November 2014 4:06 pm
What if nothing really meant nothing?
We use this word so flippantly,
In everything we do,
I've nothing in the cupboards,
But we all know that's not true,
There's nothing on the telly,
There's nothing in my purse,
I've nothing to wear right now,
This nothing is a curse,
I've nothing i can offer,
Nothing left to give,
Nothing in my life right now,
Nothing but to live,
But what a load...
Saturday 29th November 2014 2:47 pm
Also by tina:Black Friday Stampede | Beautiful creatures | I died inside | The Shame | The top of the world |
More poems to follow soon as i will start blogging a new sequence soon but in the meantime, two poems of mine 'Magic II' and 'Kissing my every Scent' have appeared on Page & Spine' and can be read here
Also in addition, two more poems 'Priscilla' and 'Prisoners of War III' (both of which also appeared in my split book 'Europa' (co wrote with Nick Armbrister) have appeared in Poetic ...
Saturday 29th November 2014 1:43 pm
Also by Andy N:Beyond the Sub-conscious |
My new collection of poetry, Hobby Horses Will Dance, is available from book shops £5. A collection based on folklore and nature.ISBN 978-0-9929685-1-9
Blod monath arrived
shrouded in mist and
Soon the firewood
would be stacked
and the cattle
And when All Saints
and All Souls had passed,
Mischief Night gone
and even befo...
Friday 28th November 2014 9:35 pm
The number of individual
The number of complaints
Friday 28th November 2014 6:11 pm
She was born from a parent
who left her at a young age
to be raised by a monster.
This monster created
such fear and depression
for this poor young girl.
The monster she feared
was there everyday waiting
for when she got home
or for when she woke.
The monster she didn't love
broken her down far too much
that even a thought of it
or the thought of being home
would make her panic.
Friday 28th November 2014 4:58 pm
Also by Spoken_Thoughts:Alone |
Her hand was young
of spirit in its
loops and curves,
and her name 'Nina'
I envisaged an x
words and foto T Carroll
Friday 28th November 2014 3:45 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:So and so | as Robbie Burns said: | B ro ken mas onr y | The taste of below |
Toward the shuffling gait I know
I must, like mortal others, go.
I could swim against the tide
but senescence will humble pride
and having seen how life corrupts;
how carelessly it interrupts
unbidden, its unwritten span,
I’m inclined, while I still can,
to exit, with my self intact, and
make my last, a conscious act.
Friday 28th November 2014 7:16 am
Rather than beshrew with a stake drove
Beating through her immortal blood-welling heart
I took her uptown to a nosey French café
She sat fiddling with her crisp pale napkin
Under the checkered table cloth
And noticed not a thing
As they all looked past us among the mountain scenery
And the chef personally replenished her plate
Every thirty minutes
She cared n...
Friday 28th November 2014 4:02 am
Also by Pity-Poetry :Naivety On A Walk | Not Home No More | Aces Always Guilt-black | Hats on Faces In A Street |
I reach and cut a round hole in a square piece of card
and hang it on my wall, for all of mine to see
name it 'despair', that part of me, that
proceeds to extinguish all that touch,
frightens insects from the white
surface, scratched cold
But as, by whim
my friends they visit, I'm
found laughing at the trinket, how
and why this reason flew and set...
Thursday 27th November 2014 11:57 pm
Also by David Blake:This Town | Palisade | Late Night Special |
My members all had mutinied,
Their mandate from the will,
And the will stood
A lonely sentinel
Behind my eyes
The minds limbs had grown gaunt,
And through all
The Simmoom of a desiccating want
Were a call to combat.
Thursday 27th November 2014 11:02 pm
For safely passing
A pitch-dark evening
Under His protective wing,
Praise to the Almighty
Birds sing every morning,
What a nice thing!
Whenever men broken pray
God's omniscient ray
Their problem melts away!
Though unforgettable such a day,
Soon human-beings forget
A prayer to say!
Why should men thanksgiving forget
When peace is no longer under threat?
Thursday 27th November 2014 2:48 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Tight rope | Revamped | The survival of the slickest | Teacher | Quite strange | Back to square one | A balm | The incident I never forget | Lacerating is the pain | Love | Dust | Have you visited your brother in need ? | Lovely |
Advent is here. The tree’s up,
The nights begin to freeze up,
The staff prepare
To have their Christmas knees up.
Thursday 27th November 2014 1:35 pm
Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:Advent | Tesco Ignore | text | So You Want To Be Happier? | My Knee |
Your mother called up my mother
and asked if I would be 'bringing" something with me
when we got married.
My mother asked your mother if she was asking for dowry
to which your mother replied, oh no I am talking voluntary gifts
for my entire family, and friends and yes, cash would be welcome
and gold too, and clothes for about 21 people.
And yes, furniture, a television set, an...
Thursday 27th November 2014 12:12 pm
The strength that comes in With the desires in the heart Expectations break the mirage Of the dream's picture paintin' Hold on to it something whispers The heart pounds when it sees The reality,the beauty, It's a dream,walk in clouds slippers It's a confusion,should i believe? It's true or not. Your picture that i painted,i can't heave Put it safe,somewhere away,and safe a lot. T...
Thursday 27th November 2014 5:28 am
My lovely bold sea...
She's bleeding...bleeding profundly!
No, they can't make an entry there..try try..hard enough!
The fault can not be blamed on anyone,
The glory to be named on everyone...they do smile on the prophecies, in a good way!
Tame the sea and she will be yours,
But, who has understood the flow of current....can be in any direction!
Through your ston...
Thursday 27th November 2014 4:35 am
Also by Rims:For Truths and Beliefs |
Forgive me please, my sins, I beg, for I
Am not the glorious hero that they claim;
For I am one who dares to reason why.
They spoke of honour, courage, do-or-die;
They showed me how to shoot, to kill, to maim.
Forgive me please, my sins, I beg, for I
Am no brave lion, no matter how I try.
Returning home I feel somehow to blame,
For I am one who dares to reason why...
Wednesday 26th November 2014 7:36 pm
Though Life can be extremely difficult
and experiences can deeply traumatize us,
we can learn to control how we respond -
as demonstrated by our Lord, Christ Jesus.
For He alone is the hope of our glory;
when we show genuine, jubilant enthusiasm,
we naturally exhibit that “God is within”;
thus, we’re able… to bridge sin’s chasm.
This separation from God can be overcome
with daily pray...
Wednesday 26th November 2014 4:10 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Transforming Power | Poem: Toxic Doctrines | Poem: Intellectual Postulations | Poem: These Earthly Things | Poem: Vastness of the Kingdom | Poem: Oasis | Poem: Chaff Removal | Poem: The Full Beauty of Thee | Poem: And God Spoke! | Poem: Embryonic Ideal |
2 houses over
past jealous backyards
brilliant sun bathes their backdoor.
Dalmatian gallops and rolls, cuts like a quarter horse
lathers its spots with sun.
Morning sun shirks neighbor in between
til all the leaves left on his boughs
decide to tumble.
I’m denied the sun by too close neighbor to my right
-- who diligently pries acorns fallen
deep between shar...
Wednesday 26th November 2014 1:44 pm
Also by Tim Wright:No Matter, New Jersey | Why Sitting Matters | Wake Up Calls | Morning's Moon | Work Day's End |
Blood diamonds dripping from my neck and wrist
It’s hard to see through your frosted ice, snow and mist
She’s showing off her rock like it means something
It could be a cola ring-pull or a piece of string
“Eternity rings are for when you get eterned” -
That’s a lesson in love that I have learned
De Beers marketing man set in stone - it’s true
That I work for 2 months to say with metal ...
Wednesday 26th November 2014 1:07 pm
Also by c byrne:Tunisian Holiday | My Main Regret | Art | My Romantic Poems |
All For Love
Love is not your hope,
Love, is not the dope that brings tranquil waters,
Love, is not kicking fuck,
Out of the partner seeking to destroy your heart,
Love, is not to celebrate retaliatory abuse,
When protecting your own children,
We only know it to be false,
Love never, makes a man
Humble at the caress and the touch,
Love, is always tr...
Tuesday 25th November 2014 9:41 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:The Devil Be In Our Ignorance | Waking Moments | No-one Really Understood Until the Blood Sapped From Their Face! | Seasons of Blood and Humanity's Cloth |
The rain has fallen down for twenty hours
from a dead sky of slate and granite hews,
dampening the walls of urban towers.
Cobbled streets the colour of an old bruise,
tyres rattle over pothole dark drains,
counterpoint to some distant splashing shoes.
The day cast in monochromatic stains
as water forms itself into a lake
that eddies into inner city lanes.
A passing car cre...
Tuesday 25th November 2014 7:13 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Last Orders | A Tree In The Elephant's Graveyard | Philae Shakes The Hand Of God | Wounded | An Unexpected Ghost In The Yorkshire Post |
eyes peer from
tears in pumpkin skin,
sweets left in a storing
The love is gone,
eaten of their romance,
blueberry lips from
sore and rough kisses.
He left with a telegram
from the BBC
while She stirred up
in sour light,
rhubarbs ploughed by
her father’s moon.
Tuesday 25th November 2014 3:59 pm
Happy eating cake,
bought with money
while standing on a
Lady light high
Tuesday 25th November 2014 1:32 pm
Also by Danny Metcalfe:The Marching Kingdom. | The moon's fame, child of the sun. | Pséf̱ti̱s. (Short story) |
As you know, we are thinking about making a poetic contribution to an anti smoking campaign in Heaton Norris. Aside from the obvious health issues, there is also the problem of people tossing dimps out of upstairs windows of high rise flats.
Here is the email by Naomi Whitman, the Creative Media Centre Project Manager:
'We’re still in very early stages of the project at the mome...
Monday 24th November 2014 11:40 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:November Collage Poem: Organs | Linda's Link |
Now I have a thing for onion rings
the roundness and batter
Oh my heart sings
reminds me of polos
but softer and bigger
glad they are not minty.
I hear you snigger
But with my rings and a mayo dip
I close my eyes
Off I go on my trip
To the land of onion rings
floating though the loops
swimming through the rings
Marching with onion ring tro...
Monday 24th November 2014 11:00 pm
Also by Quiet Comet:Blackball | Stake of the heart | 5 years |
I walk with a purpous God is waiting for me to unearth this Being inside see; I'm living lively but not inside me, I've allowed temptation to take it's roots in a place that God had sworn to protect I swear I wasn't a reject I just needed to find the time to reset, a recess, I've been robbed of my autobiographical pretext I been stuck in play but just wanted to see next, chapter quiz or is this a...
Monday 24th November 2014 9:59 pm
No matter how many years are added to my life,
I will always be a child.
For in Your presence- it is all I can be.
Though infancy is not to my memory
I can feel it overwhelm me as though it is all I have ever known
Grabbing for Your pinky,
Drawing nearer and nearer to You,
At the approach of all that is new
Of all that is strange
Of all that troubles me
Gazing with un...
Monday 24th November 2014 4:29 pm
Also by Deanna M:Stone Among Clay | A Noun in White Open Space |
Why did I attend that event, Why did I even talk to you
At the verge of cursing the day I met you
Warm memories gashed through my mind
Rushing through my heart
I regret meeting you.
Did I not enjoy your company
We made endless promises to each other
Holding hands, sharing secrets in the park, strolling by the ...
Monday 24th November 2014 4:10 pm
-the ramblings of another young girl-
My whole life I have had this wall,
it has protected me from the inevitable fall.
But then with three tiny words,
that wall was torn down
by my new favorite sound.
and I knew that with your beautiful voice
whispering to my soul,
I was no longer bound.
With my protective wall
now lying broken o...
Monday 24th November 2014 3:40 am
Also by .L.m.P.:Tears of agony and pain.. |
The shallow grave sank.
A quantity of gasses, liquids, soft tissues
the earth above
Stolen vegetables in belly
(motives for the killing)
along with her eyes
along with her skin
into one subsidence.
Still buried were the snapped spine,
and claws that grasped at crushing bars.
Sunday 23rd November 2014 9:21 pm
Also by Alex Smith:Last butterfly of 2014 |
Just a bit of fun...
'Breathe in deep and count to five'
are things that can be done
Especially when you're twenty
And you're living with your mum...
'Move your shoes' 'Comb your hair'
'You can't go out like that'
Mum although I LOVED those times...
I thought we'd got through that.
A time for chats and sharing tales
about my childhood that has been
I fear for you it is the case
Sunday 23rd November 2014 6:01 pm
Also by Fae:Textures of shame | Bedtime |
that night, I woke and remembered
wrapped in grief
in the tangle of my sheets
I couldn't sleep
I wound your old sweater round my neck
breathing in the very scent of you
by the lake, gusts of wind stirred the leaves
the shivering trees
flashing lights from passing cars lit the shallows
shoals of ghostly fish slid by
like traffic on a neon-lit motorway
mimicking the ...
Sunday 23rd November 2014 3:43 pm
Also by Judi Strega:Validation | A Mother's Lament | Suitcase | The 25th Floor | Tea Rooms |
Sunday 23rd November 2014 10:54 am
Possibly the best comedy on TV is to be found late night/early morning on the shopping channels...if you've never watched then I suggest you take and evening out of your life and dedicate it to this pursuit.
Last night a crazy dream came to me,
I dreamt I bought a comfortable settee.
When I sat down the very next day,
All the springs on the bottom gave way.
I guess i...
Sunday 23rd November 2014 10:25 am
It hurts when you want to help and believe...
Realising the reality of "practice to deceive"...
The person with a dog and proffered cup -
The ingratiating smile that says "cough up".
Not quite sure of what is true,
Or whether the need is in them or you?
Saturday 22nd November 2014 1:19 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE BERLIN WALL - REMEMBERED | NOVEMBER |
There was a great ditch
And an avenue of trees
From the busy town
To the cemetery’s silence
Ornate gates sick with rust
Relics of grander times
When they marked the way
To ancient Plascrug
Back and forth we jumped
Across the weed choked water
There was a Scout Hut
Near a playground
A row of park benches
Where we sat i...
Friday 21st November 2014 6:57 pm
The following is a dream. In a small way I hope the ending comes true
My Mother, Sister, Brother and I check into a hotel room.
When we enter the room my Dad who passed away
almost five years ago is sitting on the bed.
We ask, "Daddy why are you here?" He says "I wanted to
see my family." We are overcome with emotion and hug
him. We are all talking at once.
Friday 21st November 2014 2:47 am
of charcoal'd participants
the death of twilight.
It is in car parks,
Thursday 20th November 2014 7:41 pm
My inner child
Is like sunshine
She loves attention.
She loves it when
You do well
She has faith.
My inner child
She tries to be open
She tries to encourage
She doesn’t want to
Do you down.
Because then you
Might feel lonely, forgotten about
She knows you are h...
Thursday 20th November 2014 12:04 pm
I still cant find you, looking around and you're not here.
You're lost in this word, and Im here on my knees.
But until that time, I'll sit and wait, and hope tomorrow brings a brand new day.
And maybe then, I'll get the chance, to look around and hold your hand.
To see your face, to make you glad....
Wednesday 19th November 2014 6:03 pm
Remember last night's tea
when you brought your girlfriend,
and you brought your friend?
And the dog was excited
because he loves it when you are all here
because I am so happy
and I'm like- superwomb?
And I got food delivered
and you were all relieved
because it can be touch and go
with my cooking
and there was loads to go around
and Dad didn't ...
Wednesday 19th November 2014 3:44 pm
None our own devices
in any scheme of things
We all are but nothing
than puppets on strings
With advent designed
for a set time on stage
All expectedly ordained
impossible to rearrange
Often get manipulated
and to probable comply
Wednesday 19th November 2014 3:27 pm