Poetry Blogs (Feb 2014)
Don Matthews on COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES (1 hour ago)
poemagraphic on COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES (1 hour ago)
M.C. Newberry on COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES (2 hours ago)
John Coopey on COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES (4 hours ago)
Spotlight on the leafy corner
He fell and crashed down there,
From the schizoid heights, poor soul
Anathema to the fields of silver and gold
Now blanketed under nightshade.
I see the black water, churn in half-light
Slipping - the mud combines
Through dense woodland, beyond
Light-years pass - the same old tests
The grip of the old evil
The tortured feel of metal ...
Friday 28th February 2014 10:38 pm
Also by David Blake:A View to South | Stormshelter Playback | CBD |
Streaks of tepid sunshine
with magical golden spell
Provoke latent indolence
for fresh fervor compel
Scatter of nomadic clouds
of varied shape and form
Reflect strokes of artistry
nature aiming to perform
Trees full with mangoes
heralding in joyous time
Cuckoo cooing in concord
some singing choir sublime
Distant sight of g...
Friday 28th February 2014 1:32 pm
Also by Sunny Chopra:Wandering Fado | Complexity | Veracity recovered | Conceded Reality | Hindsight | Deemed Rapture | The Brink | Hindsight | A Longing | Bespoke Monotony | Annoyance |
photo credit: e.g. bailey
Songs and Stories and Poems
The Chronic Blues Band was in rare form
As they tended to be at The Blue Dawg
When they had an open bar tab and
The room was filled with second hand Cannabis
Smoke and electricity
Aquanetta had poems in her hand
And more on a music stand
Words flowed through her mind
Like a thawing river running...
Friday 28th February 2014 1:58 am
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Space Finding Time | Eleven (In Love With Beauty) | Twenty-Seven |
A Memory of Schooldays
Quinquireme of Nineveh from distant Ophir,
Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, ...
Thursday 27th February 2014 5:29 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:NEARLY THERE | slowly | Damp 1 | EPIPHANY ON THE EDGE | GLIMPSE OF OLD THINGS . | my 1st ever poem published as ode to Alanis in the pill issue 3 Alanis morrissette zine in late 96 | squash head | soviet bombers fragment | OLD | Pure | RAGING EARTH | Very Nasty Builder |
A continuous battle of life and death
has become a dance of integration,
stagnation is transformed into kinetic energy.
Polarities, vacuums and deep gaps
has brought forth mysterious meetings
and associations with numerous nuances
Separate parts melt together
so that enchanting colours arises,
where before there was only black or white.
New spaces and perspectives
where freedom doe...
Thursday 27th February 2014 3:59 pm
Also by Karin:Stonehearts | February Morning | Rage | New territory |
One of my favourite opening sentences in all the world is the opening line to Anthony Burgess’ novel Earthly Powers:
“It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me.”
Being not very well read, I haven’t actually read the book but I am sure it is rather good as the first sentence is stunning and mad...
Thursday 27th February 2014 1:40 pm
Just been announced,
regarding all forthcoming flights-
no carry ons permitted-
just turn up with self and soul.
The rules themselves haven't changed much;
its just that we here at Clarity Airlines
have decided we really do need to cut our passengers a much deserved break.
Do you seriously need
all those things carefully stuffed inside,
taking up all the thought s...
Wednesday 26th February 2014 5:05 pm
(not) painting a Carr’s water-biscuit box
George looked at me, in an all-knowing way, and said
“paint what you see”
as he handed me a Carr’s water-biscuit box
it’s blue, I thought, and boring,
but I took it away and set it on a table
in luke-warm autumn sunlight
after a while, I had a rough oil pastel sketch
that I thought was quite accomplished
I had caught the slight sheen from th...
Wednesday 26th February 2014 5:01 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:caterpillars | Anytown | His Blue Period | Here There Be Demons | Walkin' Man | Any Winter Saturday In Nineteen Seventy |
You do not have to be free.
You do not have to point yourself through sky,
over rivers and mountains for your value to soar.
You only have to let plucked and frozen
flesh, naked and pimply, nestle
on a sterile white shelf. See
how much more is your worth.
Meanwhile the talk is of how long
to leave you and the climate that most
enhances your taste; we discuss and dissect
our favourite pa...
Wednesday 26th February 2014 1:21 pm
Take this bill
And toss it
Into a river
Until it spins
To the bottom
Like a washing machine.
Put it on
A one way journey
To watch Englan
Likely lose the
Ashes once again,
Or curl it up into
A little ball
And kick it
Underneath the table
So it rolls into
The gutter (hopefully).
Bite it in half
(or swallow it if you can)
And say some random dog
Came in off the...
Wednesday 26th February 2014 12:46 pm
I want a new computer
But I'm getting all upset:
There are too many options
So I don't know what to get.
A laptop or a tablet,
An i-Pad or a Mac:
The choice, it seems, is endless
But there's something they all lack.
They're all so darned new-fangled
But clearly cannot cope
With my docs in older formats;
It really is no joke!
I just want a new comp...
Tuesday 25th February 2014 11:53 pm
The night sky of the East Coast
With street light power cut
Then the bells rolling down Victoria Road out to sea
All of which was for me
The best poetry
Tuesday 25th February 2014 4:37 pm
Also by c byrne:Close Reading | Man-made Myth |
To Write a World
I wish I had the power to write a world,
And if I did,
It wouldn’t be like here,
We wouldn’t be suffering like
We are now,
I would write the many
Wildlife’s and flora,
Of course I would write
The many features –
The mountains, the forests,
The jungles, the seas,
And yes; peoples!
But where it would d...
Tuesday 25th February 2014 4:35 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:This Island of Goons and Hot Air | This Island of Goons and Hot Air | This Island of Goons and Hot Air | A Peoples Trust Replaced by Sorrow | To The Valley | Charmed and Dying | The English Oak |
They say that some people can attain justice, but...
how can there be equity if justice is not blind, it has open eyes and points its finger?
Judges, who under reckless shadows, charge their egregious verdicts with dissonance,
without a clear alphabet , without free will, as so ordered by the commander of staggered dawns
False testimony multiply in front of their hands, to in...
Monday 24th February 2014 11:23 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:This morning my pen confesses | Only in my dreams... | Inhabit me… |
I was happy and never knew it,
Sad and knew it so well.
Love slipped by but I never noticed,
though love has marked me well.
Winter passed and summer came
yet I was living in the cold.
My love has turned and passed me by
and outside the world grows old.
Happiness is trapped for me
When love had cast its spell
I was happy and never knew it
Sad and knew it ...
Monday 24th February 2014 4:25 pm
Also by Steve:I Am That Seed | On The Bridge | The coldest Morning |
It becomes, shackles moulded by old hands fade
Risen for most to see yet, eyes create prisms of glass
Reflecting images that pass through rushing feet
Only for those who stand still will know being as a thought first thought and carried as a friend
Monday 24th February 2014 10:24 am
Also by Obviously Charming Delinquent:Tales From a Shattered Monocle | (untitled) |
Written By: Ashlee Sachs & Xero Xellotath
We fight for our freedom as we move along
Awaiting sudden rapture of the voids lost into the wind
Confronting us with disdaining words of weaknesses
Circumnavigating the devilish psyche that brought us here
Sorrow from humanity who reclaims remorse
For allowing world domination upon all nations
She embodies the faces of Defiance and I the faces ...
Monday 24th February 2014 12:15 am
Also by Xero Xellotath:Reception of Deception, Exodus in Revelation | (untitled) | Luna Transversus | Luna Transversus | Theory of Avarice | This Curious Tango | This Is My Scale: Recollection Through A Single Lense of Imagined Ancestry | This Is My Scale: Recollection Through A Single Lense of Imagined Ancestry | Demons, Phoenixes and Angels | Demons, Phoenixes and Angels | Demons, Phoenixes and Angels | Demons, Phoenixes and Angels | Demons, Phoenixes and Angels |
Extremely well heated apartment
in very spacious subterranean condominium
24/7 secured incarceration guaranteed.
Only God haters need apply.
A lifetime of sin will be required as a deposit
plus the cost of a soul
spread over every eternal calendar month.
A thirty pieces of silver service charge
has already been submitted on behalf of the successful applicant.
Sunday 23rd February 2014 10:20 pm
Dispatched to our recycle bins
the memory of their suffering
comes across as a
thawing out window
lost across the decades
rather than perpetual
An epitaph in the wind,
sleeping in the distance
with shell like heads
and shaved eyes
staring at the camera,
counting to ten
engulfed in silence
in front of a candle
that lie betw...
Sunday 23rd February 2014 7:43 pm
Also by Andy N:Cat’s Prayer |
The recent posting of "Male Health Issues -No1" saw me digging out some lines I wrote for my late brother-in-law who suffered and had to endure an emergency hospital admission to enable him to pee properly.
This is a re-post from January 2012 - with sympathy offered to all those who know what it's about.
I ask you guys, isn't it gre...
Sunday 23rd February 2014 2:53 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE GALMPTON ROBIN - New Music Setting | A CURIOUS COVE | IFFY SMIFFY | OUT WITH THE "IN" CROWD-or IN WITH THE OUT CROWD | THE COUNTRY SINGER |
Running and Running
I’m running and running and running
Out of life
Soon to hit 50 not the 4 minute mile
Never got that cosy family
I chose to hit the bend legless
And run past anyone I loved
Running and running and running
Away from life
Words leapt up as saviours
Not my two wives
I chose to take the baton from
Strangers I saw s...
Saturday 22nd February 2014 10:02 pm
Also by David R Mellor:"I wish I could act cool about this " poem David R Mellor |
riddle me this fatman
I must not grieve my silences
while choosing not to breathe lies into them
yet because you feel you are owed a poem
my education, which has only been borrowed,
must make the arguments promised of a bullet
more compelling than Neruda could even know
linked through bitterness, to
deluge the starving with the busy
decorum of disastrous diligence
you may, if yo...
Saturday 22nd February 2014 9:21 pm
Also by Paul Sands:wakes | slow shadows | love like a bullet in the face |
(I'd be equally happy to take this bet with any of my left-wing friends on WOL, starting today)
I recall a conversation from 1968 with a fellow embryonic leftie. It was the time of the Czech Uprising, and the Paris Student and Chicago Riots.
He argued these were the death throes of capitalism, heralding revolutionary socialism in the West.
I reckoned he wasn’t right in the head; tha...
Saturday 22nd February 2014 10:41 am
Also by John Coopey:Old Age Kicks (RLS) | The Spanish Armada | Crossroads | The Tudor Kings and Queens | The Parable of the Shitty Little Ingrate |
As we approached La Ronde,
I pondered the
revolutions of Time and
of my life housed
with the departing
of my kin.
Friday 21st February 2014 9:08 pm
Middle-aged prostate well-being
Depends on the candour of seeing
That one really must thank
The relief of a wank
From the Unbearable Tightness of Peeing
Friday 21st February 2014 5:34 pm
Also by fitzroy herbert:Omnipotence | Tales from the Dock | Train of Thieves |
Today's great undead poets,
awash in the internet sea,
seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness
of our cyberspace world.
Following the heroic tradition of Man,
these daring individuals look to gain acceptance
through the expression of concepts.
Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,
in defiance of critical naysayers,
the blankness of virtual paper
is scribbled upon with hurt, ho...
Friday 21st February 2014 3:03 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: And Yet His Hand... | Poem: For Your Review | Poem: The Bridegroom Cometh | Poem: Human Behavior | Poem: If I Were... | Human Warranty | Evening Sky | Avoiding Hell? |
Love is killing me
It’s taken over my life
Love is killing me
And it cuts like a knife
My heart it aches and bleeds
I am more dead than alive
I can’t eat and I can’t sleep
No matter how hard I strive
Love is killing me
And I can’t breathe
Love is killing me
But I can’t leave
My eyes are wide open
But I am too blind to see
That this war of words...
Friday 21st February 2014 1:09 pm
An invisible band
Plays inaudible strains.
Enter two dancers;
They step, figure and twirl
To natural time.
Side by side or in tandem,
Now solo, now pairing,
They take it in turns
To lead and to follow
Exactly on cue.
Sure-footed and nimble,
And foil to each other,
They tread their design;
Their joy is their movement,
Their ballet their grace.
Friday 21st February 2014 12:20 pm
Also by Mira Mehta:OH, MOTHER! | Lovers of Poetry | Lovers of Poetry |
Curtain Call Pt I
When the curtain goes down
For that very last time
I will pull on it’s string
Rather than bow politely
Bathing in the applause
Stand aside in the shadows
And walk into the rain
Leaving the words to speak
For themselves without me
Stealing any of their thunder
Shutting that door behind me
Like a chapter in a book
In rhythm to the cheers
Clutching my stomach
Like a rhetorical qu...
Thursday 20th February 2014 8:28 pm
GHOST TRAINS ON THE MIDDLEWOOD WAY
the boundaries of yakkity yak
yakkity yak yakkity yak cities
ripped outlines in the pub railway geeks
yakkity yak a moment of insanity yakkity
yak umbelliferare umbrella lost platforms
yakkity find yourself yakkity ...
Thursday 20th February 2014 1:24 pm
My New Year's resolution was to learn how to 'sound' my poems so I could share them on the internet.
I've done it - although I'm a beginner, I posted my first attempts on my Wordpress Blog as 7 Poems for Valentine's Day by first posting one poem a day, then finally the sound files.
You're very welcome to check them out on here: francesmacaulayforde.wordpress.com
I've had a good respons...
Thursday 20th February 2014 5:34 am
the girl next door knows
that something good is going to happen
I can hear her singing
through the bathroom wall
I just know that something good
is going to happen
she isn’t tired
she isn’t angry
today bringing up a kid alone
is something she can do
she feels it sure and certain and pure and true
because today something good
Wednesday 19th February 2014 5:51 pm
Even doctors die, priests sin
Embalmers rot, acrobats fall.
Runners limp, sailors sink,
Clowns cry, farmers starve,
Opticians squint, pilots get lost.
Therapists crack up,
Firefighters burn themselves.
Poets write rubbish.
Wednesday 19th February 2014 5:02 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:If |
Steps to side.
Mic low, must adjust.
Swivel up, screw, twist?
20 steps to public eyes.
Will they listen will they like will they heckle will I die?
Will I fly fall trip cry choke spit cough?
Stammer stutter wobble sweat tic burp boff?
Extraordinarily urinarily anxious.
A pint to pass th...
Wednesday 19th February 2014 4:20 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:Judging Justin |
I don't write them like I used to
now they're not carved out of my bones
like they used to be
I don't bleed all over the carpets
in some mouldy rented bathroom
like I used to
They used to say it was the angst that drove me
some mild flair for painting what had pained me
but you have to make peace eventually
and I don't know what is driving this anymore
At the end of the line ...
Wednesday 19th February 2014 2:49 pm
red rage rising
dead black falling
skin scraped clean and
scant bones crawling
eyes are bleeding
ears not hearing
mouth sewn shut and
broken limbs flop
love it when the
beating heart stops.
Tuesday 18th February 2014 9:37 pm
Can there but a moment be
when regret and lapsed opportunity
let them meld into Magellanic folds
the haze of yesteryearning set in dewy fog
and permit this sweet agony of bliss to arise,
soft tendrils that caress a once fond recollection.
Tuesday 18th February 2014 12:20 pm
I come home in the morning boat
With mud in my wellies and a waterproof coat
Oh mother dear, your house is covered in mud
And Staines just wanna have floods
And in the streets wherever I’ve been
Detergent won’t help if you wanna get clean
This muddy water isn’t mixing with suds
And Staines just wanna have floods.
Conservatives wading, and pointing Lib Dems
Don’t help if your High Stre...
Tuesday 18th February 2014 11:18 am
Also by Marnanel Thurman:barber |
Where butter melts
and honey drips
and parting comes
from parted lips;
with my fingers
I smear the dew-
my enquiring tongue
enquires of you;
your fragrance stole
from your folded clutch
yet offered warm
and wet to touch.
words and foto T Carroll
Tuesday 18th February 2014 9:12 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Philosophy made difficult |
Murderous daggers of madness shoot from his eyes.
Eyes hollow, dark revenge.
Skin blue, his shape shifting.
Turning into a form I know not who.
I search desperately for any hint of the man I thought I knew so well,
Nothing but a slippery cold creature who has no love to give.
Scurrying back into his black hole, to fester with dark satanic demons.
Howl to the moon
Howl to the sun
Monday 17th February 2014 10:25 pm
The sun is slow tonight, she moves towards
the horizon with care, an uncertain path
because someone is missing.
The sunset will hesitate again, she moves
unsteadily, knowing the colours will be faint
because someone is missing.
The horizon reflects the sorrow in a lake,
my lake, where drowning she takes away our
hurt, because someone is missing.
We nail our friend to a cross, i...
Monday 17th February 2014 9:12 pm
ThePoetry Spoke -
Thursday the 20th of February - 8pm!
This time around it’s Open Mic
& Guest Poetry from - Just Poets
Gallaghers Pub & Barbers - 20 Chester Street
Birkenhead - Wirral - CH41 5DQ
Of our Guests;
Just Poets are Catherine Coward and Norman Warwick. Norm is co-host at folk ‘n poetry nights at The Baum...
Saturday 15th February 2014 8:59 pm
Also by Chris Co:Complicit | Review - a raucous night of poetry & music | ThePoetry Spoke - February Open mic & Guest Band |
In the flood canoe rescue,
Great Britain take the lead,
In the pilfering of houses,
We get gold for the greed,
In the skeleton were top,
As the food runs out to quick,
For children and the aged,
The poor and the sick,
Sandbag filling quickness,
We have that one to,
The army lads champion that,
The royals helped with a few,
Evacuation sprint, Won by counties, fi...
Saturday 15th February 2014 12:16 pm
Also by tina:Neknomination | My Hero |
Lily going by
Hers was a beauty sheer and clear and clean
…………….A beauty born to break
Across the placid sight of placid men,
Leaving such lovely turbulence in its wake
That they be never – ever –the same again
Friday 14th February 2014 9:02 pm
If you don’t believe in love at first sight
Look at me once more
From another side, on the light.
This you'll surely love and adore.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
February 14th, 2014
Friday 14th February 2014 5:18 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:No, I Am Not! |
He stands like Atlas,
my world upon his shoulders,
observing distant nebulae.
Some say they see the creation of stars
But we see children of the greater helix.
Suns and moons pull the tides
up and down the shores,
Bringing time to our days and nights.
Some say there are multitudes of invisible galaxies
But we call it being on the same wavelength.
He is my ...
Friday 14th February 2014 10:13 am
Also by jane wilcock:Girl in a Giraffe Onesey |
you what i go up mountains for this
100 miles per hour winds
'Aving it ,
Flipping trees Falling
puddles the size of fields
filling metal cabins with stones
the moon got hurt
in cycles of 7 years
i was dead at 21 and born again when i was 28
these things that came from the heart
erosion of the mind
i never thought of not being wanted
i watched woodworm at work...
Wednesday 12th February 2014 10:24 pm
Come to me my lover,
come to me with blind eyes,
with helpless cause and hopeful mind...
bring to me your all, that which has never be known to another.
Kneel your world, your everything before me,
lay before me as you lay yourself bare.
Though all my bidding is forbidden.
Though your calling must be silent,
hidden from any save our entwined souls.
A heady brew, that tas...
Wednesday 12th February 2014 11:39 am
The morning you crept
from the bed,
barely aware, I heard
the rattle and thrum
of a diesel at the curb,
click of the lock,
crunch of gravel,
thud of the door.
The cooled depression,
the ridge of duvet
along my back,
the false impression
you're there. Already out
of the cul-de-sac.
Tuesday 11th February 2014 8:46 pm
January has gone, thank fuck.
Now this sorry month, is bereft of cold too.
All we have is a sister's unwanted birthday
and this day, set aside for love.
I accept there's something about snow,
be it a softening that makes worlds new,
or an awakening that kindles something in you.
An ancestral memory of a Nordic flow, maybe.
So I hope that between now and ...
Tuesday 11th February 2014 6:06 pm