Poetry Blogs (Jun 2014)
There will be a time for the silence,
To be heard again after the call,
To be heard with the final trumpet,
To be sanctified after the fall.
When the gates of the chantry are opened,
As the souls of the faithful gain grace,
What then will be left but the silence,
Or what should be left in its place.
When the tolling of bells ends the...
Monday 30th June 2014 4:52 pm
Also by Ian Gant:Net Worth |
Let's undo the
Let's see what lies
Unscrew the brackets
Open the cupboard
In the side
Of our heads
Suffer the pain
On the other side
Of what we know
Tread in the place
Where the doors have
For so long
Tread the dust
Tempt the mania
I do know
And the cobwebs
Monday 30th June 2014 4:19 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:The Deal | The Sulk | The escape | The Tramp | Road Rage | The end is nigh | The Wavering | This Gig | fracture | Excuses | Wobble | The lost and the lonely | Thus | Pur(-ef)fect | The Fairy's Tale | Sleep talk | Pressure | stolen | Between the Rain | Egg Shells | Fishing for Tadpoles | Drowning | Wind Pipes | Cold and Sober | Tik-um-tok |
would you mind
if I sit awhile here
in the shade on my own,
you hushed in your hole,
in the valley of the shadow?
Shall I re-draw life
in the black lines etched above your bones?
Did it hurt?
Were you scared?
Do the stones weigh heavy?
Do they creak beneath the roses
and the green glass gravel?
Did it hurt?
Were you scared?
Were you read...
Monday 30th June 2014 2:52 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:Cascade |
Whatever he knew he had learned
from nature, how even things
that seem at first fragile derive
strength from structure –
an insect’s wing, or a leaf,
its membrane stretched across
a framework of ribs and veins.
The simplest grasses, barely
noticed, assume their burdens
like trees. A small shell’s
convolution implies a flight of stairs.
You can roll out a roof ...
Monday 30th June 2014 12:46 pm
Also by David Cooke:Mingus | Horace Silver | Gaudí | Casa Batlló | Miles | I Remember Clifford | Thelonius | Sassy |
The a-moral gone white rogue inner complaisant eye of apathy's storm centre cognitive piece storm, Where the eternal lounge silent grey twilight lullaby remains an unspeaking impeached partially bought pacifist bribe off blind, A memory shrapnel ache haemorrhaging witness playing a internal pretext mentally chess unstable match game set compassion lost love to a non black t...
Monday 30th June 2014 11:34 am
Also by Juton, Villain of Truth:Moved by a Wheel | Malefic Condescension Myths at Play | The Little Things: Malefic Terrorised Secrets of Sadness | Freedom of Double Speak | Malefic Condescension X VI | The Little Things: Monitored Memories | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven II | Malefic Condescension: Disavowed Homeless Dust | Hive Mind: Seething Vocal Discord III | Malefic Condescension: Unto God II | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven IV | Malefic Condescension : Beginning of Black | Rag Libel Doll I | Malefic Condescension: Architect in Ruins I | Her... II | The Little Things XXI | Malefic Condescension: Architect in Ruins II | Malefic Condescension: Wrought by You III | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven III | Malefic Condescension: Dose of Heaven... II | Malefic Condescension : Grace's Parasite | Malefic Condescension: Unto God |
I've heard the world needs ditch diggers too,
Which is good for me and good for you,
Because now we can be important to,
The doctors and the lawyers.
Oh, won't my mother be so proud,
To have raised such an important child,
Who reached the summit in the clouds,
When it comes to holding a shovel.
So, remember not to try too hard,
If you were born substandard,
Monday 30th June 2014 7:38 am
Also by James Roper:Like an Old Friend | A River | I Thought to Try Something Different (preface to "A River") | The Slow Boy | A Ring | Poisoned Well | Mason | Insomnia | On the Influences of Love | The Corn | The Wind Sweeps In |
What to say first?
What to say at all?
Just when you think you understand this vast worldly ocean a wave comes at you
from a different direction
from a different time
from a horrific memory
Challenging your beliefs, your up bring, your footing
on this slippery world
on these slippery thoughts
on these slippery communications
A door less room deep inside...
Monday 30th June 2014 7:05 am
Also by Adam:Words |
By the click of a boot and a tip of a hat I am seen. With the tick tock of a pocket watch and a rattle from a hip flask rhythm becomes my beauty. Take heed no words dear passer-by but grooming beyond measure. The point of my moustache will guide you to my cane and streets filled with cheer. Eccentric you will deem my pleasure but do not paint your despair on my white starched shirt.
Sunday 29th June 2014 11:06 pm
I'm not a hero
Want a simple quiet life
No hero lives here
Sunday 29th June 2014 8:20 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Haiku About Poetry |
Saturday 28th June 2014 1:36 pm
Also by Leilanie Stewart:Free poetry competitions for June and July 2014 | Joseph Robert's poem in Bluepepper | My debut poetry pamphlet forthcoming from Eyewear Publishing! | Embroidery Soul - my poetry video for June |
I close my eyes to see you again
I can feel you with every beat of my heart
Can smell you, can taste you
With each breath
My mind takes me back to the start
You had me hook, line and sinker
From the moment we met
As my feet touched your shores for the first
With each passing day, you did blow me away
With your passion, your joy and your thirst
As your culture consumed...
Friday 27th June 2014 9:58 pm
The cheesecloth dress, Doc Marten boots
Tie-dye shirt and beads
Slightly dippy, Habitat Hippy
Bags of sunflower seeds
Roedean Ladies, cultured accent
No stranger to the Hilton
Full-time work, likes to smirk
In the summer goes to Pilton
Not for her the great unwashed
She finds them “Oh so creepy!”
Vegetable matter, and a warm ciabatta
Plus a duvet in her T...
Friday 27th June 2014 2:49 pm
Also by Daniel Dwyran:IN LLANFAIRPWLLGWYNGYLL | WORLD CUP WIDOW | SMELLY BOGS AND DIAMOND DOGS | GLASTO IN MY GARDEN |
The morning, crisp and broken by the curfew
Of rising larks and pigeons in the choir,
Its breaching sun is bursting through the grass dew
And thinning out the misty dawn's perspire.
Many rest upon their linen sheets around
And you, the only currently arise,
Solo is your ally when breaking the ground;
Undistracted, undisturbed - your alibis.
Your muscles twitch uncertain of their purpose,
Or whether purpo...
Friday 27th June 2014 2:21 pm
Fools you are,
Following the words of the Deceitful One,
How can you kneel to a God that demands servitude?
An angry, jealous God that will make you kneel by force?
Are those the words and actions of a God of Love?
Those are the words of a Liar.
Fools you are,
Kneeling before an Unjust God!
A God of Deceit!
A God of Unjustly anger!
A God of C...
Friday 27th June 2014 8:29 am
Also by Lopt the Treacherous:The Sound of Night |
He had sent the dark cloud
all the reasons
for it to be hanging over him
when in fact
those reasons should have been delivered
to more than the entirety of sunlight.
Friday 27th June 2014 8:11 am
Too soon the infant year grows old
and winter’s grip is long and cold
so, eagerly I treat the sun
as if it were a prize I’d won
and would not put aside until
the winning of it lost its thrill.
Reptilian, I take my fill;
consuming what, come winter, will
seem simply one more fable spun
to light the dark and paint the dun
decrepit world in hues of gold
my pallid skin will fail to hold.
Friday 27th June 2014 7:11 am
in the deepest of my deep dreams
I shall take my little dream boat
away and away from the earth
I shall gently slowly surely float
outwards in between the planets
I shall haul and jib tack and run
setting my sheets to catch in full
the wind streaming off the sun
past the outer giant’s shining rings
to the very edge of solar space
my little boat will gather speed
Thursday 26th June 2014 4:44 pm
Also by terry ireland:444. Lives Later | Picket, 1993 | d-day 6th june 2014 |
Morning at 7 Easter in heaven
Walk up like a Slaughter went to buy hen
Go fast said the grandma
By giving me penny and tin.
On my way towards the butcher house
Who might be there, morning at 7
In the day of Easter with the rising sun
People were there, with butcher & his hen
Peeping from the window
From the door step
And from ...
Thursday 26th June 2014 1:50 pm
Also by Hari Das:Rose | Something | Voice | Way |
Note to self
One thing I know is…. It can take real courage to make mistakes. Not just to make mistakes but to be willing to live with the consequences. To whole heartedly accept full responsibility for those errors with a stoic smile.
Even if the result of those mistakes is that the whole universe comes crashing into a cascading oblivion. At the end of days at least, if they ex...
Thursday 26th June 2014 12:50 am
“YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU”
We’re going to war boys,
we’re going to war,
Lord Kitchener asked us
so we formed a corps.
Joe and Jack from the factory,
Ted and Jim from the farm,
the recruiting sergeant assures us
that there’s little chance of harm.
We’re part of the great pals army
and we’ve fallen for his charm
as we march away to war.
We’re in the war boys,
we’re in the ...
Wednesday 25th June 2014 9:01 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Roadie | Children Of The Glamned (Resurrection Shuffle) |
The pain is creeping up on me
I can feel it
Not this again
I can't take it anymore
My body needs yours
No body of yours wants mine
Don't do this to me
I want you so bad
I need you so bad
Make it go away
It won't stop
Until you return
Tuesday 24th June 2014 11:13 pm
summer rains' quiet incantation, the animals come and go,
in the far-distant hills, the snow melts as the river flows;
time is a demon
the animals know.
It’s looking for you, y'know:
...in the abdomen – demon go
Tuesday 24th June 2014 10:41 pm
We have a good arrangement between Our Gert and me
In carving up decision-making fair and equally.
I take all the Macro-stuff and sort all that lot out
While she sweats all the Little Stuff that I can do without.
By way of some examples I hope that you might glean
The basis of our partnership and sorts of things I mean.
I decide, for instance, the rise in interest rate...
Tuesday 24th June 2014 9:44 pm
Also by John Coopey:Ode to Roy |
Wistful wanderings of my mind,
take me from stubble scratching
to thoughts of just how to unwind
the complex issues we face today…
Mankind is gifted with intelligence,
we know that is a truth for sure,
yet still pursues ancient grievance
that only serve to bring pain for more
Better that we stop and think of more ways
to shape a society where all give as they c...
Tuesday 24th June 2014 1:00 pm
Also by Dave Dunn:No Dark Shadows | Cyclops | A Pestilence of Hackers | Afterglow | Love Is |
Bem-vindo ao Brasil...........Bienvenido a Brasil......Willkommen in Brasilien.......... Kaabo si Brazil.......... Benvenuti in Brasile.........Welkom bij Brazilië.........Bienvenue au Brésil.........''Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal !!! ''..Good-bye England. words and foto T Carroll .....It is now!''
Tuesday 24th June 2014 9:36 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:The Price | Reductio ad Absurdum |
And I thought it was the opposite
Of dropping bombs
Elegant cascades of nothing
Overused magic tricks slighting
My eyes in your direction
Standing against you
Back to the rain
Neck dripping white petals
Of Lucifer's tears
Do you know why
My socks are wet?
You knew it was all
Fine and dandy
That I would do anything
If you had looked through m...
Tuesday 24th June 2014 2:55 am
Also by Pity-Poetry :I Guess You Could Call Me Lucky | By the Time I Found You | BLIND | Poetry In Soggy Water | Other Than Ours | STAGNANT | MAYBE | Debussy | BUSY | Comfortably Melon | Archetypal Existence | For The Thought Of It | Ahead |
Charging through the sky in his chariot,
Protector of Asgard and Midgard,
Mighty Thor is the protector of us all.
With the strength of Mjolnir,
The giants fear he is near.
Monday 23rd June 2014 4:15 am
It was Sunday morning, 1941, the 22nd of June,
The day of the growing Moon.
The country peacefully slept
While Hitler a horrible idea had kept.
Without announcing the war
He had given an order
To bomb the Soviet Republics border.
By unexpected military actions
The fascist wanted to capture all nations,
To turn the peoples into the slaves,
To fill the country with grav...
Sunday 22nd June 2014 8:39 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Spring Meets Summer |
'I love you,' he said.
'No, you don't.'
'In my poems. You can find my love for you.’
'Love of words.
You live in a box
That only you control.'
Like a jazz musician
Finding different improvised
Running in parallel lines
With a wayward bounce
The listener pretends
So the artist draws lines
Creating as if a God.
Man and Woman,
Sunday 22nd June 2014 12:17 pm
Also by John Eliot:The Sound of Photographs |
There's a hole in my heart that I cannot fill
And the pain that it causes I cannot still
The love and compassion that should have been there
Got lost on the way, along with the care
And I can't get it back as hard as I try
So it strangles your love until you say goodbye
My insecurity grows day by day
And my desperation pushes away
The people who only want to feel free
Saturday 21st June 2014 9:20 pm
Also by Amy:Nightmares | Tightrope Woman | Not all men | Citalopram | The Ring |
Thunder crashes, Boom,
Saturday 21st June 2014 3:00 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:Anger |
Uruguay 2 England 1
England shafted twice over: by Uruguay and Liverpool - ouch!
Friday 20th June 2014 3:51 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:COMFORT | WOL makes the SUNDAY EXPRESS letters page | "HARSH WORDS FOR DIRE POETS" | ARROMANCHES - a Re-post of Remembrance for 2014 |
You make me invoke the liberating pleasure
that radiates on my skin, in unconsummated desires,
as autumn showing lust, with delirium and graciousness...
Will you be able to love me?
Intoxicate me with sex, with nights that uphold me;
there is no greater delight than to sin with the flood of your kisses
and the madness of this moment
I adore to be loved!
I cry for ...
Friday 20th June 2014 2:47 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:Your lips... | What makes me love you? |
What do you do when you make a wrong turn?
You can turn around, accept your lesson, and learn.
Or you can follow the path of the yellow brick road,
You can be the star of a new episode.
One that you never thought would be shown,
Drive away from structure, drive away from home.
Stare into the darkness, afraid of everything ahead,
Drive until you fall in love, or drive until you...
Friday 20th June 2014 4:02 am
Bowl of cornflakes,cup of tea,marmalade on toast
she pins her name badge on shop smock,opens rain dampened post.
Then,steps into boring sensible shoes,stubs out half finished smoke
mentally prepares herself for bus-stop blues,of weather cursings,day's first corny joke.
Old but cheery bus driver,pours out his repetoire of jest
its lady pensioners who lap it up,young ones texting...
Thursday 19th June 2014 11:53 pm
June's Pop Up at the Bar des Arts was a great success despite a few glitches - what with glorious weather, Mexico playing Brazil in the World Cup (a lousy draw), our back-cloth screen collapsing and almost braining Dónall, our mic-stand proving short of a rod or two and our stage lighting staying obstinately unlighted. Luckily, all these material disasters happened before the start of the evening....
Thursday 19th June 2014 3:19 pm
June's Pop Up at the Bar des Arts in Guildford was a great success despite a few glitches - what with glorious weather, Mexico playing Brazil in the World Cup (a lousy draw), our back-cloth screen collapsing and almost braining Dónall, our mic-stand proving short of a rod or two and our stage lighting staying obstinately unlighted. Luckily, all these material disasters happened before the start of...
Thursday 19th June 2014 3:08 pm
ThePoetry Spoke has now closed its doors for the final time. We finished as we started with a wonderful event. If anyone wishes to look back at some of the poetry that we were fortunate enough to share at la gondola and Gallaghers; please search Merseypoetryscene on youtube. You will also find some excellent poetry from the Wirral Ode Show at the Egremont Ferry and some fine musical performance...
Thursday 19th June 2014 12:17 pm
Black in my eyes
Black in my mind
Black in my heart
Black in my smile
A fragile heart
A broken smile
Chaos in my soul
Loss of inner peace
Wednesday 18th June 2014 1:03 pm
Also by LadyLove Costa:He Gives Me Harmony |
Balance of Emotions
Someone take the cot away,
For the child was never wanted,
Someone take the bottles and bibs,
For this child wasn’t born through courtship,
Take the rubber pants,
The terry towelling nappies,
Take the vests and bodysuits,
The pram and all his dummies
Take the gloves and booties,
The teddy bear that stares,
Take away his curly...
Wednesday 18th June 2014 1:47 am
Until the sun is bruised and the birds are gone,
I will be here.
So, if you want rid of surrounding eyes
then it's best you break my heart.
A word of warning before you do,
this smile you see now will never be for you,
not one minute more.
It'll be for the faint azure;
for the innocent laugh of my baby nephew
who doesn't know pain like mine -
I pray he never does.
Wednesday 18th June 2014 12:58 am
Spring brings forth its first flush
Bright and green
In something of a haste and rush
Or so it seems
Desperate to cover up the bold baroness of winter
Over marsh , over rock
Over branch and over root
Broken thorns cascade and rub
Inside my boot
As we tramp our way along the coastal path
Walking in a troop
The water below lapping, slapping
Tuesday 17th June 2014 11:19 pm
We are all attached to what was once
No matter how old however stretched
Elasticity cannot deny youth as
Long as something of sincerity
Within remains, no matter the other
Now simply can’t exist beyond the
Here and the now without the past
Future serves no purpose beyond an end
Life a turtle with a diamond shell
Aged replete with the Forgotten
Book like ever page...
Tuesday 17th June 2014 12:51 pm
Also by Richard Alfred:Hard Of Hearing |
My dog started bringing me presents, a mouse and a live bird,
but then appeared an accident, I found he’d left me a turd.
I went to fetch some kitchen towel, declaring it less than a joke
but just as I went to clear it up the turd let out a croak.
I stumbled back with a cry of shock; was it a frog or a toad?
I opened the door and out it hopped and disappeared up the road.
Monday 16th June 2014 10:51 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:Safe Sex |
That snow white Vauxhall Cresta
With its red leather seats
And stunning chromium bumpers
Flashing through the town streets
In the front passenger seat
I waved to friends going by
As dad raced the engine
Keeping the rev counter high
That pure white Vauxhall Cresta
With its iconic look
A classic sixties motor
The best one in the book
Monday 16th June 2014 6:23 pm
I hesitate before dipping
the rough edge, ripped shard;
ink screwed on, blue clasp,
scratches from the mind's eye;
call you up, embrace, descry
a vision from beyond my grasp, as
time and journeys flung us wide.
I listen for the creepers' hum,
the stirring, pollen still beside
the sparrows in the tangled verge.
From beyond rock walls, broken, cracked,
Monday 16th June 2014 2:03 am
Also by David Blake:Crash Survivor's Log |
Not another white nigger!
Was the statement thrown at me
by some un-evolved, knuckle dragging, pissed up mistake of humanity
in a Wetherspoons pub toilet
spreading his intellectual views
I glanced to witness my aggressor
and saw him pissing on his shoes.
I should take him more seriously I thought
after seeing what he'd done
please teach me sir all you have learned
Sunday 15th June 2014 3:03 pm
The Rose opened its heart petal by petal
unfolding its virtues to the naked eye
You opened your heart page by page
unfolding your virtues to my soul
even sealing it with a loving kiss
on that fateful day
It was only to last seven weeks
until your gun was pointed at my head
the double barrel between my eyes
you hated the concept of equality
slavery was your ...
Saturday 14th June 2014 1:19 pm
Also by Tricia Hague-Barrett:STATE WARD BUTTERFLY | FATHERHOOD GONE AWRY! | A MOTHERS GRIEF |
In all directions the way ahead is curtained
By fronds of doubt and uncertain mist.
Barefoot solo dancing this slow moist limbo,
the air humid with little movement in the warm waters,
a fetid mud of unknowing squeezing between my toes
as flies swarm knowing their prey in this lagoon
green with algae and forgotten dreams.
I need strength, don’t squander energy to shout, scream ...
Saturday 14th June 2014 11:23 am
I no longer feel to voyage on, since I no longer feel
I no longer feel to voyage on this silver pathway
That is no pathway but a rutted track that steers the wheel
On a golden course where only dark shadows play.
And I know that once upon this path, largely for others' needs,
This chariot will charge forward with this form
(Only the body travels now)
And I will not stop nor ev...
Saturday 14th June 2014 8:38 am