Poetry Blogs (Apr 2014)
'No museum here' you said.
So I guess you had to make do
with a rusting emblem of the dead
time's plaything, your due;
a line from a prayer-book
a dusting of gold;
shattering a morning
of a bleak, mindless wanderer.
'Leave me the key' I said
and took the road to roam
gathering the crafts in arms
burying your trust at home;
a spring back in my step
Wednesday 30th April 2014 11:12 pm
Also by David Blake:In the Sea | Coalition | Chapter One |
Holy Ghost Dance
Ivory bones at the bottom of the Atlantic
Ghosts dance to water music nobody composed
Dancing to holy tragedy
Bought and shipped
Our bodies are home
Connected to stories evergreen
Our bodies are home
dancing to faint memories of
Ohm boom bah boom
Lost languages and historic
Legacies detached ...
Wednesday 30th April 2014 6:01 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Unexplained Bottomness / from Bottomless Sky |
Before humans, with God all alone,
He thought: 'Great leap into the unknown,
But of chimps I need a superior strain -
I'll give them a much more efficient brain,
In which the traits of reverence and compliance are sown.'
But to God's unbounded dismay,
He found some killer humans led the others astray.
And with various forms of religion and race
Among the seven billion, and growing apac...
Wednesday 30th April 2014 1:52 pm
What to be when I''m not me
A child, a loner, a "hoe like" girl
What to be when I'm not me
A big brat that dreams of one day having the world
Where to go when Im not home
Out with strangers, guys that I've just met
Where to go when Im not home
Party and go crazy like a fish released from a fish net
What to say when Im away
That I'm young, friendly and just look...
Wednesday 30th April 2014 1:57 am
Also by Starr Steele:Nineteen & Counting | Let Go | My First Sight of Love | Prom night has began... |
Who the crazy
You hang pictures
On the wall
For the small people
To fit in to
You talk to the cat
You drink some wine
Eat some food
You read some
On the pot
Let him mess with
All the fuss
You run lists
Through your mind
Helps you sleep
Tuesday 29th April 2014 11:20 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:The poetry of people | Blinded | Lost Love | The Battle | The Hat |
How much is enough?
The question I ask
Of the shareholders rich
Who bring to talk
The board of a company
Who say times are tough
They only made billions in profits…
Disappointing, not enough.
Tuesday 29th April 2014 12:40 am
Howdie folks. I've been invited to spout some poetry and play some favourite tracks on a local Wirral radio station on Wednesday. I've no idea what the frequency is but this is the web link, in case anyone feels like listening to the show. The show starts at 2pm - though I might not get there till going on 2.30.
Monday 28th April 2014 10:24 pm
And I will say - now I am become fire.
The liar, the thief, stirred underneath
In golden chasms burst forth
Unto wrought iron skies
Shedding white scales
Upon the veils of the red.
And I will say - now I am become faith.
The wraith deity, gravity defiler
Tied to the fate, the hate
Of beaten idols
Lying in scattered pieces
Upon barren soils.
And I will say - now I am becom...
Monday 28th April 2014 3:22 pm
That ongoing story that I call my life
Is nothing but a total tangled mess.
It’s a disaster area; a no-go zone
And sometimes I feel like staying at home
It’s a random story with a spot of romance
Mixed up with elements of chance
And one way or another it’ll be soon resolved
And for my sins I hope to be absolved
The ongoing story that I call my life
Monday 28th April 2014 4:24 am
Strange how time shapes the views we hold of events and, for the purposes of this piece, of people.
Consider the war criminal who had 180 Neapolitan POWs executed and whose funeral was shunned by most of his Admiralty peers. His statue stands proudly in Trafalgar Square.
Or Richard the Lionheart, revered as the quintessentially “good” English king, but who bled his Exchequer dry prosecuting...
Sunday 27th April 2014 11:06 pm
Also by John Coopey:The Wars Between the Sexes | Seven Deadly Sins | Nigel Farage | Sharing the Wealth | The Hoaxers |
I knew what I was doing
All the way out of the door
Until I tasted the moonlight
And felt the snow
Dripping off my shoulders
Picking my way through
The empty seats
And the sea filtered breath
Of the older couple
Sat at the back of us
Curved in reckless abandon
As first the attendees
Tried to stop me
Then both of the security
In unaided shock
As first my throat
Then my stom...
Sunday 27th April 2014 6:37 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:Imaginary letter to older self |
sleep, queen memory, sleep
for once, be emptyheaded
let every ounce of bitterness and sorrow
leave this room
sleep, queen memory, sleep
in green calm spaces wander
happy to be lost, a newborn
entranced in this desolate land
sleep, queen memory, sleep
follow each note, each ripple
it does not matter where you go
or who you meet or
who you leave beh...
Sunday 27th April 2014 6:22 pm
my eye shadow is being swallowed
by a skin fold
oh no! drooping eyelids!
balloons of panic slowly rise.
brain-tell my face to behave!
face doesnt obey.
I turn to my partner
trying to quell the quiver in my voice
its essential I drag a compliment out of him.
Do I look too old? I ask.
Already I'm beginning to regret having put the question ...
Sunday 27th April 2014 4:30 pm
now those eidolic dread horses have scarred your slumber, passed 9, passed 10, and even your furniture has silent, open mouthed, nightmares over the too soon dead, dead school friends who never ended their crossings and see, see, she stoops, in shroud ghastly knelt as in prayer but you can’t see, see through the tricks of light that scream “she is there”, your crumpling chest boiling as the bo...
Sunday 27th April 2014 12:54 pm
Also by Paul Sands:sin came first | breathe |
A little bit of scream here
Ice crystals stare from an open bottle
Water melts down your aging arm
Fire burns in your turbelent soul
A glowing mist in a black hole
Saturday 26th April 2014 9:47 pm
This life, these actions, the situations,
the people I meet, cars I drive, places I go.
All of the above make a life, my life.
What do you make of it?
The same as I do or something different?
Do you sum it up simply or in a complicated way?
My own views are hidden, known only to me.
Should I share them with you?
Is that wise? Not just yet.
There's more to follow...
Saturday 26th April 2014 2:35 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Where Will We Be Tomorrow? | Thread That Binds |
Welcome overcast sky
from incessant heat
Drizzle gently falling
on freshly wet street
Feel is overwhelming
for indolence to set
With drop in mercury
and in rain to get wet
Odd for time of year
coming event it tells
Rains not lot farther
quelling of arid spells
Sprung as a surprise
catching all unaware
Speeding all measure...
Saturday 26th April 2014 8:46 am
Also by Sunny Chopra:Trading Places | Fraught Grapple | Typical Day |
I break everything I touch; At first seemingly simple- But soon too much, For my games are so nimble. My feelings out of reach- always too far to touch. And not made known through speech; I am an observer- I keep my distance; I am not a conformer- And at times lack resistance. I speak my words carefully, I am a reformer- And I shall go about it tastefully, Though always be straig...
Friday 25th April 2014 4:27 pm
Also by C.L:We Can Escape |
remembering the terrible lizard
my blood is ink
my words the beating heart
a page of skin
etched upon it
my vinyl soul
each hiss and crackle
pop and scratch
a wrinkle on the face
of times gone past
my music cries
with fuzz guitars
and thunder drums
cacophony of chaos
my world is dark
each pinprick light
a star to gaze upon
and wonder at t...
Friday 25th April 2014 2:21 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Grandchildren Of The Somme | The Walkin' Man (Audio Version) | Bruises Of The Norman Yoake | Children Of The Glamned | The Bicycle Scout (21st August 1914) | Flamborough Head |
Wisdom is ageless
Some people have it
Learn to listen
capturing the wisdom around you
Learn to respect
those that have it
Some don't get it
Some live their whole lives
in their own stew
without a clue
WHICH ONE ARE YOU????
Just because you are
old and grumpy
doesn't mean you
don't have it
whatever IT means
Friday 25th April 2014 12:21 pm
Lead me to the cross That I may feel The pains in dots as he On the way To the calvary cross. Read more on www.poemhunter.com/elema-udofa/
Friday 25th April 2014 8:23 am
Image: A rainy day in Austin a rare but much needed event.
04.04.14: 24) Last night before I went to bed,
I wrote down the thoughts in my head
Inspiration flowing let it, write it down lest I forget it
After a journey that seemed to take ages
It was all in rhyme in my journal pages
Then to sleep tired an’ worn,
Awake to as cool Austin dawn
Iron borrowed tee shirts pressed, ...
Thursday 24th April 2014 10:30 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet::Trev in Texas 2014: Departure Day (At last) | Trev in Texas 2014: Departure Day (Not) | Trev in Texas 2014: The run up. |
This body is imperfect and flawed,
originating from earthly dust;
it houses a spirit searching to find
the one, true God in which to trust.
To see myself as Yahweh does,
requires mustard seed of Faith's leap
and to take tangible action
since people know that "talk is cheap".
Separated unto holiness
to accomplish His Purpose and Plan
while sharing the Salvation Message
is the whole dut...
Thursday 24th April 2014 7:03 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Original Sins | Poem: Unfinished Is... | Poem: Lord, You Are... | Poem: Standard of Cooperation | Poem: Game Theory | Poem: Spoken Word | Poem: Prayer Scented Incense | Poem: Violet Muwanguzi | Poem: Silent Tears | Poem: For Just One Day | Poem: Cleanse Me Lord |
Here's my latest blog update of free poetry and fiction competitions to help all those cash-strapped writers out there in the world. If only money grew on trees... but hang on in there, you'll get discovered at some point!
Thursday 24th April 2014 4:10 pm
Also by Leilanie Stewart:Poetry video - Nautical Almanac by Leilanie Stewart | Joseph Robert's poems in Message in a Bottle magazine |
This was written in tribute to the 27 Club and 20th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's death The Jimi Hendrix Experience Kurt Cobain Jim Morison Janis Joplin Sid Viscious Rock n roll reject (suicide) updated April 2014 He was the living the high life for far too long, Living it up at the top of his game, Taking liberties and singing his songs, No need to care for rights and wrongs, No ...
Thursday 24th April 2014 9:45 am
Also by LEE JAMES BLUNT:A welcome return to Write out loud |
I'm eggshausted and eggsasperated -
I shouldn't have eggspected less
But in fact it's eggsceded my worst eggspectations
I've had too many eggs - eaten to eggsess
I'm not one for eggsageration
I prefer to be eggsact
But, I'll eggspound and eggspress myself further
For some sympathy, I wish to eggstract
Well, I took some advice from an "eggspert"
An eggstravigant egghead, called Ed
Thursday 24th April 2014 12:46 am
Who Are You, William Shakespeare? By Alain English
William Shakespeare, poet and the writer
The wonder of our stage, and an icon of the theatre
Will you help me, William Shakespeare?
I'm a little bit confused here
For all that I've heard said about you
I still feel I don't know you
I'm mystified and curious
In need of explanations
I hope that you can ease my mind
Wednesday 23rd April 2014 11:32 am
Also by Alain English:Shakespeare Authorship Debate |
I remember it.
The day I came.
flat cap on.
in the rain.
Made me scream,
Blown to smithereens
in a Rotherham wind.
is how much?
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 11:03 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:What I Heard in Sharrow Vale (for Pete Mckee) |
Beech tree save breeze for me
Hideaway for highwaymen
high above broken ground
of maiden's hearts
Soaked in rain was my way
now blue skies do the same
- are all the same
Walk away the tunnel way
to Highgate Hill and down again
find your mates
have your share
Hidaway for you and me
I wish we were born to be
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 9:30 pm
I don’t know how your love flew
gliding through my window,
fluttering, it shouted out your name,
becoming the adage of my love
Your breath dampened my skin,
opening the doors of my heart;
I want you… wandering in this festivity of feelings
I don’t know how you tied me to your arms,
feeling the sap running beside me,
a pillar of life and desire,
changing my p...
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 6:44 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:Do not judge me, as my sin deserves | My heart learned to tolerate |
Should have been your boy
back from the game
bag of fish and chips
grin as wide as the Mersey
drunk on youth and sunshine
still living every pass shot tackle
as he settles down in front of the box
him and the old man each with a can
to watch it all over on Match Of The Day.
Instead, it was coppers
neighbours, friends, the sad-eyed priest
it was sorry for your...
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 5:34 pm
This is no movie, no fictional story,
It’s life, nothing more nothing less,
People come people go,
And as the forgotten fades away
The memories are left behind,
The things I swore would be remembered,
Have left, and know I’m lost,
Looking for your face in a sea of big waves
I forgot I’m drowning,
Wishing that I knew you were okay,
Cause time keeps passing us...
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 12:49 pm
Also by emmy92:Sad Story | Mystery man | Believing |
‘D’ MOCK CRASS Y? AND THE RULE OF LAW
Oh Citadel of Westminster, look down on your creation:
millions of damned and blighted lives – the remnants of a nation.
Yes, you forgot that power corrupts, and honed your fell foul skills
till power, close to absolute, finds England wracked with ills.
Now this Quixote – errant knight – tilts at your spinning members
Tuesday 22nd April 2014 11:04 am
Firing Phoenix on your shoulder
Lightens up the wavering ways,
It burns all obstacles and borders,
Leading up through all the vainness.
Qawwali music plays around,
Sunlight is shining from your eyes,
The feet sometimes don't touch the ground,
And baby's smile illumes the mouth.
'So let the sky brighten up our worlds,
Repaying kindness of all hearts,
The generosity of deep souls',-
Sing playful twinkles from ...
Monday 21st April 2014 6:25 am
A bare light bulb burning
An ancient vinyl churning
Out a long forgotten tune.
A love song crackling in the gloom.
A cum stained mattress strewn
Across the floor
Waiting for the flaking bedroom door
The next abuser
Of her morals
There are no laurels,
Only losers here.
She has a need
A need to feed her habit
With eyes like a frightened rabbit
Sunday 20th April 2014 4:09 pm
We wonder amongst the ruins
Rusting trucks and cutting gear
Severed cables protruding
From weathered walls
And the pit head wheel
Still proud above us
By municipal crumbs
And volunteer labour
Only open occasionally
For public inspection
We whisper questions
Here the miners lamps
Here the cramped cage...
Sunday 20th April 2014 3:36 pm
When paranoia the gang has,
It throws the propaganda information
And all the Russians they would hang,
As not the Ukrainian population.
When dragons and chimera
In the illegal admin appear
They write the laws of terra
Which frighten you with fear.
Their poisonous will and power
Can bring every man to death.
With every coming hour
The news runs out of brea...
Saturday 19th April 2014 11:47 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Only Once the Spring Comes | The first or the last ...? |
Carbon Shaped Life-forms
Aye, carbon based we are,
Carbon based within integrations
And it’s not just molecular,
It’s not just cells though,
We may be ‘carbon based’ but,
We make angles of our carbon forms,
Ninety degrees of humanity,
One-eighty degrees an animal,
We move we flow,
We structure our courtship
With one another ...
Saturday 19th April 2014 2:51 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:In Every Day An Hour |
Drifting into overwhelming
and obligatory strangenesses.
Leaving behind the command of time.
I am beyond the touch
of its unexplained momentum.
Here many visions
inscribing themselves in ripples
on the shadowed fluidity
of nothingness pulsating
in its own excellence.
Awakening day breathes a newness.
having performed so many dark...
Friday 18th April 2014 10:46 pm
Written following the ceremony on November 11, 2013, a copy has been received by the Adjutant,
Wellington Barracks SW1. The poem is especially relevant this year...the 100th anniversary of the
start of World War One - "the war to end all wars". This version is included in a forthcoming CD
of my work called "Poetry To Please".
Friday 18th April 2014 5:25 pm
Thank god it’s Good Friday - come what may
Just don’t expect me to kneel and pray
I’m a doubting Thomas - a non believer
A lapsed catholic with cabin fever
If you are of a religious persuasion
Elevate yourself - rise to the occasion
Hallelujah praise the lord
Jesus loves you - climb on board
Crucify yourself - make that connection
Check it out right now - here comes the ...
Thursday 17th April 2014 9:38 am
My daughter brought a Jackdaw in the house
And grief introduced itself
Melancholic and wounded
It hunched in the corner of the room
She fed him her loving eyes
Bread in tweezers
And named him Poe
Then this sanctuary
She phoned every night
He was mending well and with the magpies...
He was in the biggest aviary...
He was set free.
Thursday 17th April 2014 1:52 am
I wrote this second edition at the suggestion of M.C. Newberry
Wednesday 16th April 2014 2:04 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:How am I going to Explain This? |
At ten past ten; ten fifty-five;
at midnight, then at five past one
slowly clapping clock-hands clapped
again, and slowly carried on.
Four twenty passed; five twenty five;
six thirty; seven thirty five;
sleep eluded me all night, now
I’m compelled to look alive.
Wednesday 16th April 2014 7:18 am
Flowers of colour under summer blue
Daisy chains bind maidens tight
Bluebells ring out their charming spell
The river's reflection may not be
what you want to see
The seasons shout hello but whisper goodbye
Spring colours into life; grey memories, white swans
I would like to wish you all well
as I can't think of anything ...
Tuesday 15th April 2014 8:56 am
Is it the game winning shot
Is it thelasting mark we leave
Is it the continuation of our story
or the continuation of anothers story
Is it ours to have or ours to represent
Is it the focus of our actions,
on something greater than ourselves
Is it having that one thng that cant be taken,
a purpose for the thing we call life
Do we find it in religion, or in others,
Monday 14th April 2014 3:43 am
Also by some dude:Lost |
She was a romantic, warm hearted, sentimental fool in a very cold world, the type of world that sometimes seemed to have no refuge for dreamers and those that believe in true love. At times she would feel loves warm rays dance briskly across her face and the seeds of self worth in her heart would just for an instant anticipate the beginning of spring and the end of her winter. The spr...
Sunday 13th April 2014 8:19 pm
"Any love would know this isn't love", he said
And so I sat.
And in those hours
I asked my love to leave.
And when I woke
my love woke too,
and everywhere I went that day
my love was there.
"Don't dwell", I told my love.
My love just smiled.
And I knew my love would stay with me.
Sunday 13th April 2014 1:01 pm
As a proper poet I must have an unasked-for and misinformed opinion about the issues of the day. Here's my thoughtful response to the offenders/books debate:
My advice to offenders
The great and the good have decided
That you don't get no books at all
'Cos all you'll do is pile 'em high
To try to climb over the wall
So to conceal your block and tackle in
Swap your snout for a bloody big t...
Sunday 13th April 2014 12:27 pm
Do you know where Hoy is?
Heard of the Old Man
(back to him in a minute)
But do you know where it is?
A golden place for our silver wedding holiday.
Caught the ferry to Hoy,
Wanting to see the Old Man,
As you do.
No sign of the hand of man,
old or young,
in the wild windswept centre,
just the road and the heather.
And then some cheery, elderly ramb...
Saturday 12th April 2014 2:23 pm