Poetry Blogs (May 2014)
Praised to the skies
by a musicologist
he had done
was play the blues
he took time off
to clear his head.
a padded loft
or a tumbledown
in the Lower
he blew his sax
come rain or shine
way up on the Bridge.
Saturday 31st May 2014 6:41 pm
This title has been following me around for years and maybe can settle here for a while. I do have another blog languishing out there (firstname.lastname@example.org) but have not visited to play for ages. I'm looking forward to being part of this community and posting writing that I enjoy or have written and hopefully spinning into the other blog to post photos and news of Rack and Roon Vallack.
Saturday 31st May 2014 4:48 pm
Delighted to see that the Yorkshire anthology of bike poems has got a nice review in the current issue of
"CYCLE - the magazine of the famous Cyclists Touring Club - with many thousands of members.
Poetry reaching out again....and even more pleasing to this member and contributor from WOL.
Saturday 31st May 2014 3:23 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:GRAFFITI - an age-old habit | BILLY CONNOLLY | BOWDEN HILL DAYS | JEREMY CLARKSON |
Drawing worthless diction as fire,
Unqualified lucid pictures of muted clouds entitled hope, Inaudibly described via a depravity of discord, A torrential malady choir of misshapen atonement deficit cast foreseen just libel out angels, Whose eyes re filled with numb denouncement matriarchal Lilith established garden of misery over marionette's adorned with the purposeful threat of silence ...
Saturday 31st May 2014 11:05 am
Also by Juton, Villain of Truth:Malefic Condescension: Wrought by You I | Malefic Condescension: Dose of Heaven... | Hive Mind: Seething Vocal Discord II | Hive Mind: Seething Vocal Discord I | Malefic Condescension: Shedding Heaven's Walls I | To a Church II | Cosmo Dark Canyon I |
When the falling corpse
Extinguishes the flame,
The Moth or the Candle,
Which is to blame?
And who is to blame
When both have been used,
When each trusting heart
Is mangled and bruised?
It cannot be helped.
Each Siren must sing.
The needle points North
And Hope must take wing.
Those made of iron
May skirt round the fact,
But you can't ...
Saturday 31st May 2014 9:06 am
Also by Dave Bradley:Ancient Chinese Proverb | The Woman of Hoy |
Posters – depicting your attraction
were long ago hollered and rolled up
into human curiosity of loquacity.
Sights and signs remain crystal bright.
The fortune teller sees to that.
How I strip teased round ribboned pole
winding that prize in disguise was the yow
I knew. Then not chosen to be May queen,
I helter skeltered to hate, heal, redeem
tortured by silence amongst the crowd.
Saturday 31st May 2014 8:38 am
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Of Lilith and Anthony e-book available soon! |
The Brave and the Battered
(Pushing Through Life With Scattered Their Hearts)
We all know it happens
We all fear it,
We all wonder in later years
Why is it, there is something
Missing from memory,
Everyone’s looking on,
Brushing over the details
In favour of exasperation,
And they’re all marvelling
At such a vivid ...
Friday 30th May 2014 11:31 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:An Essay On State Sponsored Child Abuse | The Love You Knew We Could Be | 'Like An Angry Woman' | Considered Fit for Human Consumption | The Government Standard | In Our Hands Everything - But Worlds |
Once again i feel the breath of darkness
A breeze over my right ear
Unsettling yet so comforting
A lost lover made of memory and pain
The smoke from my cigarette burns through the atmosphere
And that knot in my throat keeps getting tighter and tighter
Your past love is creeping under my skin
Like a serpent just eating my flesh away
How i have missed that cold shiver of love...
Friday 30th May 2014 12:02 am
Also by Drapetomania:The cup |
I see a face at the window
Looking from behind the shroud, stopwatch readied
Senses on edge, pieces
Of a shell
Reformed and moulded, a two-way mirror.
It hurts and pains the soul in me
From a glass-house, safe sanctuary
A beacon in this desolate night?
Or a slab of ice I broke, too thin?
On the edge of the pond
No light to see fish by
Thursday 29th May 2014 11:57 pm
Also by David Blake:In the Temples of the Elders | Hydra | The Heights |
Thursday 29th May 2014 11:48 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:Change | The Bridge | Stones | My Hat | Tamed | To say what could not be said | Two score years and none | Traffic | Waiting in Hell | Heartless | Some People |
A damp light from a table candle flickers,
revealing tomorrow’s faeces
– braised red cabbage, filet of beef
and a quarter glass of red wine.
Everything is documented.
The pout, strained through the rush of alcohol
at a flash that shows lifelessness
behind heavily mascaraed eyes.
All for show, an image portrayed
to those that follow, but how hollow
the bones that ...
Thursday 29th May 2014 11:37 pm
the small matter of a white screen at midnight
the mocking cursor blinks upon the screen
and my flagging muse sinks
still unable to find links
and then little englyn winks
Thursday 29th May 2014 10:52 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Passchendaele (Autumn 1917) | Slamming Flies | the vegetable man | Home By Christmas | Under The Bridge | Digital Clock Blues |
GROWING UP, FEELING LIKE A MOTHERLESS CHILD
WHO NEVER GOT ANY JUSTICE
BUT, AFTER YEARS, OF HARD WORK AND RESEARCHIG LIFE
IT STILL LEFT ME TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS
HOW GOD, WELCOMES EVERYONE IN HIS HEART, EACH AND EVERY DIFFERENT WAY
AND SINCE, I AM OF LEO DECENDENT
ESOTERIC SCIENCE WAS THE WAY TO GET MY ATTENTION
IT WAS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT ASTROLOGY, THAT...
Thursday 29th May 2014 9:09 pm
Lord, You are the only Morning Star.
Nothing else compares to your brilliance,
a penetrating light that pierces...
...the darkness of our hearts
...the blackness of our sins
...the abyss of our human emotion
Being the source of Dunamis power,
You shine an eternal beam of radiance.
For unlike other stars, You'll never burn out.
Learn more about me and my poetry ...
Thursday 29th May 2014 7:10 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Higher Ground | Poem: No Earthly Good | Poem: Petitions to God | Poem: Computer Geek | Poem: Chained to Myself | Poem: Losing Myself | Poem: Lot's Wife | Poem: Chronic Indecision | Poem: Come Forth! | Poem: Can You Really Love Me So? | Poem: Nakedness of Life |
Come gather round people wherever you roam,
And admit that your hips and your buttocks have grown,
And accept we could lose at least two or three stone
Just think of the money we’re saving,
So we’d better start slimming not stand there and moan,
For the times they are a changing.
Come restaurant critics who prophesy with your pen,
Your mouths are wid...
Thursday 29th May 2014 6:43 pm
Also by Ian Gant:Sweallows on Whitestone Hills |
Cardigan Bay, Ceredigion and Turvin Moor, Yorkshire
4000 years ago trees buried in the peat by a changing climate
Oak Pine Alder Willow and Birch stumps linked and lost
Cantre’r Gwaelod in folklore tells of a Welsh Atlantis flooded
Gates were left open drowning the forest, now lost in time
A wild wood forgotten, secrets safe under the sea
Thursday 29th May 2014 3:33 pm
Also by Graham Ramsden:Poets Pathways |
When blue no longer
feels so blue when
time no longer stretches
but refuses to pass at pace
moments are never fleeting
Walking and searching for
windy days eyes aching with fear
like the secound hand on
a watch or a silver tankard once
so often sipped or glugged now dry stopped
Life feels adjacent foreign
and lost consumed ambiguous
absent at best motionless yet
moving isolated cr...
Thursday 29th May 2014 11:40 am
Also by Richard Alfred:Listless | Wind and Tide |
If all you told were lies,
I heard only truth.
If manipulative were your motives,
I was putty in your hands.
If you used me for excitement,
I was thrilled for you.
If your emotions were all feigned,
I was your audience, suspended by the fiction.
If love you never felt,
I loved it for you,
And if conscience, you had none,
I was moral for us both.
Do you hide...
Thursday 29th May 2014 1:45 am
You are the tree that grew inside me
when I swallowed your stone whole.
When I spoon-fed you with silvern words
you rooted in my deep.
Each morning I’m reborn by you
polishing the dawn till it blossoms in pink.
Exchanging moss coated whispers
our rain softened glances trickle between us.
I am grafted to the notches on your spine.
Spiralling together, we reach for the light.
Thursday 29th May 2014 12:04 am
There's a boy
In a house
In a room
Thinking of you.
There's a girl
In a house
In a room
Thinking of you.
There's a boy
There's a girl
They are in the same room.
Wednesday 28th May 2014 9:28 pm
Also by Em:THE AFTERMATH OF A BROKEN HEART | CRAVING YOU |
Who can sleep
When we’re sleep walking into hell
Your neighbour growing
Planting the seeds of a bitter mess
Who can sleep
When we are sleep walking
Will next be kicked in groin
because they are “foreign and they smell”
Who can sleep
When the pounder is at the door
You may resist
Wednesday 28th May 2014 8:48 pm
Also by David R Mellor:UKIP IF YOU WANT TO | Two, as it were, locked in a room you and me | Heart Broken | Little boat .... |
Grand Words is a one act play writing competition run in conjunction with the Grand Theatre Blackpool for people in the north west of England and Yorkshire. It has run at the Grand since 2009 and is about to launch its search for plays for 2014. Winners receive £100, a trophy they keep for a year and a presentation of their work in the Grand Studio theatre, Blackpool. Work should be written for th...
Wednesday 28th May 2014 2:28 pm
Thirteen Thirteen Thirty One
I Sat In The Barbers Chair
Paid My Money To Leave A Little Balder
Picked Up A Paper
Ten Year Old Dies Of Cancer
Turned The Page
Became The Page Turner
Next Article Read;
Six Year Old Drowned With Pet Cat By Mother
Turned Out Mother Was A Drug Addict and Had A Bad Trip
I Once Went To Eastbourne
That Trip Wasn't Much Better
Turned Another Page
The Page Turne...
Wednesday 28th May 2014 2:13 pm
Also by R.C Morose:Poet Tree. |
tattooed, sweat drenched, confessional, this rose sopped ecstasy I maybe tested through a full glass yet, my word, your flavour so fresh as the closest and sweetest kept secret, tasted: tested: approved as complicit dew through years of spilt guilt, when ventured pleasure ordered, I, insect twixt the lingered crawl along villous cinnamon and apricot stole, long reflections through the viscid, over...
Tuesday 27th May 2014 9:20 pm
Also by Paul Sands:Goodnight America | Nothing But | Confession Bowl | Siege Engine |
Beset current despondency
goads me again to express
Reason for disenchantment
and issues crucial address
It’s not just plain strangers
but ones considered as own
Despite all indulged civility
apathy in return got shown
Kept seeking sane rationale
searched the very core inside
Answers did never justify
with none to stand be...
Tuesday 27th May 2014 5:07 pm
She ate sliced ham out of a zip-lock bag,
standing beside me on the subway platform
with her side-tilted hat showing she was
all spunk and all seriousness, making me
feel absurd to be holding these gladiolus
and heading to the far west side of the city
where my sweet friends with an Irish accent
had just had a baby removed.
This girl with her hat and her ham and I
Tuesday 27th May 2014 12:53 pm
Also by Jane Ozkowski:After Everyone is Dead | Diner |
two of my poems 'Disappear' and 'Kissing my every thread' are due out at issue 11 of Ariadne's Thread http://www.ariadnethread.net/index.php/the-authors/247-andy-n today. not seen my copy yet but made up over this.
Tuesday 27th May 2014 11:58 am
Also by Andy N:New Poem published on Perfectly Write Poetry |
I balance things-one lonely day on top of another.
A ring on one finger,your goodbye letter in the other
and the ten years in between that we were happy.
While my heart is warmed by what happiness we shared
it still is out balanced by the lonely days
and I stare at your smiling photograph .
With what concentrated sadness I stare at it.
Maybe soon,I'll have to unbalan...
Tuesday 27th May 2014 9:45 am
Silent the ground and everything around
Until explosion is found
Explosion ignites us from dead slumber amongst wonder
We explode like thunder
Become just younger, drunker and then make blunder
Loud the ground aroused by sound
Now explosion is found
Explosion dies from the wonder then into black slumber
We explode like thunder
Return to dead soul, until the explosion.
Monday 26th May 2014 11:02 pm
photo credit: Bill Cottman Once You See Light by J. Otis Powell?! In response to Of What Use Is Poetry? by Amiri Baraka The question is meant to probe into how we carry weight through life, how we work through thickness talk through touching. I see what I see because of a prescription in my eyes. You see what you see separate and esoteric. Poetry is how eyes meet. Rhythm of hearts...
Monday 26th May 2014 4:31 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):from How Deep is the Sky | excerpt from Ever Ready |
Creeping up your stairs at night, As you lay asleep in bed, The depression imp slides in your room, And straight inside your head, He starts to play his little game, Your at his beck and call, Whispering all bad thoughts, Your dreams begin to fall, You start to doubt your confidence, Along with hope and will, He's eating your very essence, ...
Sunday 25th May 2014 10:57 pm
I know you've encountered the Angel of Death
She visited you before
Don't worry my child, you will be fine
Your smile will return once more
She was taken by the angel
Like a trophy, like a prize
Intangible to you now
Little girl, close your eyes
A heart so young, yet troubled
Childhood catapulted to weary unknown
Be strong, stand tall and carry on
Sunday 25th May 2014 8:29 pm
Some Poets and Artists
Are good at their craft
but lack humility and humanity
Some politicians are crafty
but are monsters of egoism
and never keep their promises
Who is to assess who is good or bad
Who out there can play God
Everybody has moments of brilliance
Everybody can be a hero,
not a zero
Some advance themselves
at the expense of others
Sunday 25th May 2014 1:06 pm
squabbling, fighting, reeling words
sore with myself.
so sore with myself
a world of regret,
this absence of you
O! I wish I could turn words into wishes.
O! I wish my days would fall into line
my eyes rise for you
without the slightest disguise
this evening is so heavy, the rain has been & gone,
these days’ and...
Sunday 25th May 2014 12:22 am
Also by John E Marks:Words you remember |
(The angel in the photo is from a window in Selby Abbey. I want her to collect me when I throw a six)
Any guitarist will tell you once you drop a plectrum onto the floor it will never be found again; it is lost to the world forever.
Among God’s hierarchy of cherubims and seraphims, angels and archangels, one is tasked to make divine music, Virtuosa; and her instrument of choice is the ...
Saturday 24th May 2014 11:05 pm
Also by John Coopey:The Moorland Train | Google Never Forgets | Cyclist's Cock | Clifford's Tower - A Villanelle |
At lunchtime I pop into Tesco’s -
Bad timing for speed
But I need a few things for tea.
There’s a long line at the speedy self-service
And the counters and cashiers are worse
So I fall into last place of baskets only
When I spot a clear counter
With a new cashier!
I move fast
And beat a laden cart to first place.
Hard on my heels darts a young ma...
Saturday 24th May 2014 3:57 pm
She is a rare vision of beauty
An exceptional elusive find
A gem of unique perfection
Natural and one of a kind
The world is her oyster
She is no ordinary girl
The jewel in my crown
She is as pure as a pearl
Saturday 24th May 2014 11:57 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Eminem Ain't Amused |
Her & Bear
There was once a girl with a Teddy Bear
The teddy bear was part of her
They played, they cuddled they had such fun
They’d sing and dance and laugh and run
And then one day she met a boy
Who wished to take care of her toy
She loved that boy with all her heart
She always thought they’d never part
The boy was mean he hurt the bear
Saturday 24th May 2014 1:27 am
Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:The philosopher in the antique shop | What if |
White feathers flying in the air
Passing, floating seemingly
Without a care
Moving far away
Nowhere to be caught
To be bound trapped, in a snare
Some form an almost orderly line
Showing the anguish and the pain
Of the killing ground
A brief encounter
With barely a sound
A small trail of blood
Marks the spot
Where a c...
Friday 23rd May 2014 5:49 pm
Also by Martin Elder:I want more |
I feel a bit cheeky advertising here, but one of the perils of self publishing is that if you don't take advantage of the internet, nobody will hear about your work; my book is now available as a kindle e-book or as a paperback.
Friday 23rd May 2014 5:33 pm
There is a Goldfinch
Friday 23rd May 2014 5:31 pm
Also by Neil Francis Brooks:Clutter | A day full of dreaming | The Lady in the supermarket | These towns | The day the rain came back again. |
Here's my latest poetry magazine write-up - Mistress Quickly's Bed Issue 5. Always a great read: http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/05/22/mistress-quicklys-bed-issue-5/
Thursday 22nd May 2014 4:12 pm
Also by Leilanie Stewart:My poetry in the 'best of 2013' Storm Cycle Anthology | Free writing competitions for teenagers |
Three days since you told me you love me
And two since you kissed me on the cheek.
Four since you rang me up accidentially
And six since you tripped over your cat in the kitchen.
Seven since you kicked me out of bed over my snoozing
And eight since you set your toaster on fire.
Five since you misplaced your keys blaming me
And yesterday since you swore at the Postman
Yelling into the...
Thursday 22nd May 2014 12:55 pm
dream a dream,
so unreal and fragile.
don't open your eyes,
for it might slip away.
and take with it,
your tanquility and
your sane existence.
and you are then
but an empty shell.
with tattered curtains,
to wrap the wounded soul.
Thursday 22nd May 2014 9:54 am
Also by Lory Gaur:Him and Her | Rain | she to herself... | You |
He sits on the front porch, And just closes his eyes. As the clouds gather over his head, And lightning flashes across the skies. His mind reverts; Back to all of yesterday's severed ties, He can hear in the distance, The faint murmur of muffled sobs and cries. His lips move not; his speech has since died, His eyes however, remain ever pensive. And even a cursory g...
Thursday 22nd May 2014 9:51 am
I favour the meatent of the moment,
over this hopscotchery,
whiled the wiley stable boy to princess,
you life does lack an authortron,
you oughter turn on the switch,
(((((((TO BE CONTINUED))))))))
Wednesday 21st May 2014 6:02 pm
Also by Average Joe:(untitled) | I will unlearn another language. |
Softer than skin
And sweeter than nector
This lovely little rose
So lucky to have met her
People walk by and enjoy the face
Of this pretty little rose
What an interesting race
A combination of green and a rare light pink
This overwhelming aroma that'd make you sink
I wonder what's her story
If she's truly happy or sad
She seems dry
Maybe just a tad
The thoughts begin to rush i...
Wednesday 21st May 2014 8:28 am
I wanted you right from the start.
As soon as I saw you, all shiny and showing,
inquisitive shimmerings leapt in my neurons,
grew fast and furious, battering synapses,
crashing through cortices,
Bewitched! A thousand fantasies sparked and swirled in frontal lobes.
You shifted shape from mind to page,
drew me in, singing from a sheet I thought we sha...
Tuesday 20th May 2014 2:29 pm
Monday 19th May 2014 4:21 am
Also by Charlotte:Spring | Seasons | I Saw Myself! |