Poetry Blogs (Jul 2014)
Shocked wide awake.
A dream that has unsettled my well being, my state.
Thoughts now anchored firmly in my mind.
Unable to shake them off i try to unwind.
Darkness overwhelms me, doubled with dreams.
My thoughts are racing, my heart bursting at the seams.
Talk myself in to a quite smoke.
Thoughts lost in stars with every toke.
Thursday 31st July 2014 11:48 pm
Cocoon me in your warm embrace
Envelop me in love
Adore me, be my saving grace
My angel from above.
Allow your wings to guide me
Give comfort deep within
Show me true serenity
Release me, let me in.
Calm my fears, appease my soul
Escort me from this land
Carve my name upon your scroll
Protect me, take my hand.
Call time upon this life of mine...
Thursday 31st July 2014 10:17 pm
with dark intent
is all she can be
her heavenly hopeful gifts
were never bought
lost their feel
tall were the towers made
tall to the stars
holding all the wishes
overspilling from her mind
tried too late to fix
the broken past
tried too late to stitch
smashed are al...
Thursday 31st July 2014 8:27 pm
Hasta la pasta?
Annoying filament knots
of spaghetti spools.
The squeals of delight
flow from all fishing children
with uncontained joy.
Sounds of spinning spools
always brings me much comfort,
for I'm not at work.
Floating down the stream?
Not a dream, after dropping...
A bag of bobbers.
In early morning
anxious fish are awaiting
the autumn school bells.
Thursday 31st July 2014 7:43 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Haikus: Exerpt #2 from: Hook, Line & Haiku | Haikus: Exerpt #1 from: Hook, Line & Haiku | Poem: Enoch | Poem: Matthew 19:26 (A Senryu) | Poem: White Flag | Poem: Heavenly Invitation | Poem: Sunday Soldier | Poem: Lasting Hope (sequel to New Age Spirituality) |
My vanity has slipped the leash.
I’ve fallen for the lie again
that, if my work is lauded, talent
tips my lightly guided pen.
I realise I'm wrong. I think
opinion and taste are much
mistaken for objective truth and
neither should be seen as such.
I wonder then quite what I seek
and why I share what I produce.
Circling my shifty ego
ultimately I reduce
myself to cells and ganglia
Thursday 31st July 2014 1:40 pm
When the sale fell through,
Carl Side put his yoke and pike up for auction
At the place with the green gable
on the longside of the High Street.
"Let's start on ten," said the auctioneer, a little man.
"Five", said the grey friar.
"Too low, pike alone is worth eight," said the auctioneer.
"I'll raise you twenty," said an old man.
That's a high raise thought Carl.
"I'll raise another...
Thursday 31st July 2014 11:14 am
Is unwittingly bearded compassionate as it wilts to grey, Just below maleficent eyes that sparkle fear into employee's but they're never filled with hatred, For thy arms deny every motion of threatening before a heart that's raging with commitment, To see through the identity of dreams that is forever... To be continued.
In earnest anticipation of,
Thursday 31st July 2014 10:59 am
Also by Juton, Villain of Truth:Hive Mind: Typical Code(s) | Malefic Condescension: Fallen Witness Screams IV | Malefic Condescension: Bitterly Crying (Out) II | Averting Ill Plots: Is Love | Maleficent Religious Condescension: Geek Morals | Her... III | Fire Fly Eclipse | Malefic Condescension: Grace of Hell I | Hive Mind: Fake Pleading(s) | Malefic Condescension: Fallen Witness Screams II | Malefic Condescension: Fallen Witness Screams | All Will be Lost... | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven VIII | (a)lone (dis)quiet (connect)ions Remix | Malefic Condescension: The Napalm Cross(ed) Heart I | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven VI | Hive Minded L VIII: Children of Reincarnated Slavery I | The Accords of Self I | Monitored Memories II | Malefic Condescension: Disavowed Homeless Dust II | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven V |
in misting dregs
The water wheel
by the tangle
of wild greenery.
can see behind
as in life
poverty stricken past
Thursday 31st July 2014 12:03 am
Fluttering slowly past
A flicker of light, of technicolour
Paradise through a rainbow lens
Dust floats still in the eye of the sun
The laughing, trickling waterfall
In the corner - the fountain, the wine and food
Spinning slowly in a dream
That became reality
These flowers, these patterns, swirl upon memory
Strung out throughout the mind
A show of lights inside our heads
The fabric soft...
Wednesday 30th July 2014 11:16 pm
Also by David Blake:Pangs of Legitimacy | Interior/Secret |
There's nothing wrong
I'm just enjoying
That man is
And I feel the pain
Of the whole world
There is no bother
No more than
Any place else
And the more you
The more you lose
Keep the beat
Or skip it
It's all the same
No one is going any place
Wednesday 30th July 2014 12:18 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:The pretend past | Waiting in line | The search | The Fool | Stolen from Radio | Washing Line | This thing we do | It is what it is | Prelude | ink stains | Milk | The Meeting | Rage | The Circus of People | Knotted | The Awakening | Circles | Easy now | The mechanical hen |
It is dark out there,
Where did the light go?
I can't see a thing,
But can feel the snow.
And the temperature is dropping,
And my sister stopped moving,
And mother is slow.
Father has gone,
To where, I don't know.
And it is dark out there,
And still the wind blows.
Wednesday 30th July 2014 4:31 am
Also by James Roper:Moving (on) | A Weed | Secret to Success | Headache | Take This Seriously! | Memories |
Commitment on your tongue is bitter.
Nothing is sweeter than being single.
Eyeing the different sexes like there is nothing better.
Flirting and caressing their minds with words, but remembering not to mouth commitment.
Dialing numbers that are just there for fun, but remembering afterwards that some people are trying to get serious.
Drop those and gain a person who is into games an...
Tuesday 29th July 2014 11:49 pm
Also by Lala:Movie. |
They parade down the catwalk
outside of number ten
it’s David’s new TILF army
taking over from the men
cause he’s not likely to be a winner
at next years general election
and if it doesn’t work for him
well, he’ll still have the erection
as he brings some lovely ladies
into the cabinet
because the wrinkly bastards
were as bad as it could get
so here are some ideas Dave
Tuesday 29th July 2014 7:13 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:An Angel Bathes In Tears | Thor (He's A Jolly Good Fellow) | Remember Scarborough! | Canary Girl (Chilwell, July 1st 1918) | White Feather | Blood Moon | Craiglockhart (Not Yet Diagnosed Nervous) |
Perhaps she reminded me of me;
flesh melted, her forever childish smile –
Tuesday 29th July 2014 3:16 pm
This poem was written with the Waitrose food poems in mind. I thought I'd invite WOL to tea!!!
When Rock Bun first saw Cherry Tart
It was plain she sweetened his hard heart
The other cakes upon their shelves
Decided to amuse themselves
Competing with him for their fun
Made poor Rock a hot cross bun!
Tuesday 29th July 2014 2:53 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:LAST POST | TAXING THOUGHTS | LE TOUR |
Beyond the light
we invoke demons
above the air
behind the wind
below the rain
I dispel the humming bird
Heavy, the heat is fleeing
colourful the spirits Beware!
The Knave never ends
lost in broad daylight
an unreliable map
In whose eyes
the face in your mirror
while the world changed
We breathe glowing snakes
beside the spirits cold
I conjure the chi...
Tuesday 29th July 2014 12:12 am
But one single bullet, from barrel to throat,
Choked and opened the wounds of the world,
Unfurled in the seat of a phaeton,
Played on like the most tragic of tragedies,
Greek in essence but eastern in substance,
As Sophie wilts in the lap of Austria,
A single shot through the heart of a continent,
The blood racing fast to the carriage beneath,
Signals the start of relentless war lines,
It is nothing, he ...
Monday 28th July 2014 11:51 pm
Also by Simon Austin:Burning Books |
I've tried to be a saviour one too many times
Tied myself in knots, pacing parking lots
Trying to find reasons to their rhymes
But now I realise it's not something that people crave -
To be savioured in some random stranger's way
People want to save their own damn day.
Monday 28th July 2014 10:18 pm
I couldn’t really say that I was in love with you, because I was rather unsure,
But at the time of our dalliance,
I have never felt more on top of the world.
Previously nor after.
It’s just that no one has ever looked at me the way that you do,
Rather did, I suppose.
No one has ever made me the focal point of their admiration,
And you made me your focal point of every positive...
Monday 28th July 2014 4:42 pm
Also by Felicity:Begging for the Inevitable | I wrote about you | Far away, she wept | Her |
Her ivory skin I ne’er saw nor touched
She being very real appeared to me
On a screen of black and white sound;
A mere photograph moving
Coerced by the lightest of dark magic
I have seen her as many characters
I have seen her and grown old
When I was a child her thin limbs and black hair
Attracted me in each role
Against her I am but a disgrace to my gender
Sunday 27th July 2014 4:42 am
Also by Pity-Poetry :window dreaming | pink clouds not from a dream | lipstick sick | a cinematic beauty | gear shift lady in black | not clean enough for the cleanly | here's to not looking at you | selling ourselves | ate my heart | from the other side of the garage door | what the grass couldn't do for me | shit for a penny |
In a dull old place a dead old face
Reads the regional news
Tells you it'd be better
If it weren't for the weather
And the Pakis and the Jews
You're bored to tears with your rent arrears
And general lack of money
Though when you asked for a job
Some greasy old slob
Said there's no work round here sonny
Well you take a drag at a badly rolled fag
And try to...
Saturday 26th July 2014 7:42 pm
lived next door to us
here in Southwick.
Twenties flapper hat
...it was 1964.
Faded, but still glamourous.
for Debenhams of Brighton.
after primary school
I'd go round for tea.
Tinned herring roes on toast
Cheese and onion crisps
a game of snap
then home to bed.
Saturday 26th July 2014 3:11 pm
Also by Attila the Stockbroker:Latest huge batch of gigs! Posted 14 July 2014 |
Life - like the sound of a bell
Bold at first but fades to a whisper
Who would be the one to tell
Perhaps a mother brother or sister,
Past your peak and gone to seed
Your realisation is sudden it would seem
Most of life sat in thought
Just idle dreams of what could have been,
The recognition of this phase of being
Propells you forward with purposeful meaning...
Saturday 26th July 2014 2:30 pm
Also by Paul Letch:Unravelled | The last Act | Skid row | The Journey |
NB. There maybe more of these but i am busy for a bit now.. These were wrote for Heatons Twaiku (https://twitter.com/heatonstwaiku/)
1 - 9 were done on 26 July 2014
10 - 15 were done on 27 July 2014 (Blog updated)
Buried in borrowed light
You're glad you are wearing glasses
walking home in the darkness
You reflect on your youth
Saturday 26th July 2014 11:22 am
Also by Andy N:Exile |
I remember his name and features
from my brief matchbox phase
that sparked up and fizzled out
like so many others. Phillumeny,
yes, that’s the word. Cutting out the labels,
I glued them to homemade charts.
When Bryant and May raised his profile
he couldn’t have been more famous,
if he had stared from banknotes.
On a cheap box of lucifers
– the white cliffs at hi...
Saturday 26th July 2014 7:04 am
Also by David Cooke:Miles Davis in Paris | Slippage | For Jeffrey Hudson |
If you're a musician
Then you probably
Have issues with your parents.
If you're a poet
Then you probably
Saturday 26th July 2014 4:14 am
Sometimes on a sunny day, early,
earlier than the busses,
before the traffic around my house
has time to make me reach
for the radio news, and
look day straight in its face.
Sometimes I search out from under
the debri of tasks ahead that have me sighing-
at folders of forms and issues to confront.
Sometimes with the back door open,
accepting the light to pool on the ...
Friday 25th July 2014 10:56 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:I leant against the wall | The Astronomer and her lover | The Astronomer and her star-gazer. | Tour de France The Grand Depart |
Yesterday was the launch event for the Poets in the Afternoon anthology, a collection of poetry to showcase the work of performance poets from the Poets @ 3 afternoons. The event was organised by Paul McGrane with twelve poets reading on the day. My full review is here:
Friday 25th July 2014 10:12 am
Also by Leilanie Stewart:My poem in The Open Mouse |
Friday 25th July 2014 12:17 am
I have just released my third collection of poetry entitled "From A to Believe"
It can only be purchased via Lulu at the moment but will become available through Amazon and Barnes & Noble over the next few weeks
Thursday 24th July 2014 5:25 pm
Pale blue eyes,
pastel blank face,
dead cold feet.
Peering into sky,
stares back, the black outer space,
no twinkling stars,
nor the bright moon,
powercut in the sky.
A sudden lightning strike,
eyes swell with tears,
the clouds start weeping,
heart to burst open,
thunderous sound deafens the ears.
Wonder how mother nature sen...
Thursday 24th July 2014 6:24 am
Alone in this room as the paper falls from the walls,
i shout, i scream but not a soul hears my call,
won't someone come save me, no-one at all??,
Bound by disillusion and fear, my body goes numb,
stomping of feet stops at the door, has someone really come??,
i'm begging, i'm praying, i'm hoping for dad or mum,
will i ever see my family again, will i ever return??.
Wednesday 23rd July 2014 4:32 pm
Also by Tj Steele:Last Moments | Zero to Hero |
Oh wondrous River Avon
Gurgling gently and so free
On through Wiltshire to the sea
See the lanterns, hear the children
Watch their parents smile with glee
Once the festival has started
Please do not look for me
I'll be in the —anal Tavern
Hoping they've replaced the 'C'!
There is less than a week to go if you want to enter.
Wednesday 23rd July 2014 2:55 pm
Also by Daniel Dwyran:FLIP-FLOPS AND BOTTLE TOPS | PERFORMING RANTERS | WANDSWORTH WUFFIAN |
Swept away by these waves of confusion,
Iam now stranded in the island of chaos.
Just yesterday I was dreamily looking into the horizon;
Peacefully sailing in my boat of bliss.
I didn't see that big wave coming,
I didn't hear the roar of thunder,
I couldn't smell the storm.
And now Iam all alone in this strange wilderness;
I see no light,I can f...
Wednesday 23rd July 2014 7:21 am
I gave you the pearls in bed
and you counted them all one by one
thread breaking sending them curving
across your skin beneath the cotton sheet
between your thighs.
And again one by one like prisoners
rounded up from the cold forest I
escort them back threatening each
with solitude should their careless display
have confused my gift with threat
of shallow desire.
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 11:15 pm
An Apathetic State of Being
We’re all here,
Complaining of life love
The Gaza Strip and Syria,
But we’re not compelled to
React the way some
Still have the balls to express,
And I guess,
It’s not for want
It’s just that,
We’re not the makings
Of epic feelings or
Playing to the gallery
On any particular crusade,
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 11:11 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:Beyond the Realms of Murder |
Poetry comes from the heart and soul.
Whether it be serious or comic,
a short poem can speak volumes.
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 5:37 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Good Bye My Old Friend |
Bless me Father, for I have sinned...
Its been a hell of a long time since my last confession here!
As always with blog posts, it bes a while between them. I call them my "confessions" as it normally sums up what I have been doing in the while before them.
So, for the past year, we have had a number of poetry readings in Tullamore and thereabouts with theTullamore Rhymers Club that I am part of, an...
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 1:17 pm
You always said you worried
for the ones you'd leave behind
and what they had to go through
as they watched your health decline
I never fully understood
how you found the strength to fight
never once self pitying
though you had every right.
Never once did you complain
or state life was unfair
rejecting help because you felt
it better served elsewhere
the tears you shed wer...
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 10:48 am
Also by Matthew Nicholson:Inhumane Treatment for the Sake of Existence | Picture of Health | Uncomfortably unable to be numb |
The sea with fury
Beating waves upon the shore
The birds - soaring high
But now the horror falls
Upon the blind man
Upon the dog who howls to the once blue sky
A child - who wonders if this is life
Crawls beneath the debris of his time
Seven times I heard their scream
Once I heard their death
Is this a dream ?
As I stumble in the mist
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 10:04 am
Also by jean lucy thompson:ESTRANGED |
take the most enticing path
because all paths lead to death
do the fun one
because you're gonna die
go on, live and lie
and you don't know it
you hide in a house
believing you own it
you're internationally impaired
by no bombs in your neighborhood
seems like waste management
is the measure of good
because you're dirty
as the savages on tv
Tuesday 22nd July 2014 8:13 am
Also by G.C. Dickson:07082014-life is a piece of cake | it's around 35 |
You switch me off
You turn me on
You tell me I am the light of your life
But you switch me off
And you turn me on
Sometimes I feel so dirty and abused
I have got the fingerprints that prove
And still I let you touch me
You switch me off
And you turn me on
You push, you shove, you ram
You turn me on
You crash , you burn, you shout enough
And when you...
Monday 21st July 2014 10:20 pm
Also by Martin Elder:The red chair |
(A modern tale)
Strange, the way their love disintegrated:
Spats and small disloyalties-petty spites-
Were for the most part causes. No reasons, really,
But squabble enough for their small hearts
And feeble loves. And though, at first,
There was an ache around the hollowness,
It was of small consequence – soon gone.
Monday 21st July 2014 12:24 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:YOU CAN`T WIN ANY WAY | Old Ned |
(In a rather dark humour so I thought to re-post this. I do forewarn audiences this is a little shocking but they are always shocked)
The mission’s not impossible; it is not even hard;
I just enact the script for Him - a player, nothing more;
It’s happened in the future once it’s become His Word,
Which is to purge creation of the Babylonian Whore.
She worms her way throug...
Sunday 20th July 2014 9:50 pm
Also by John Coopey:Honoured | Babies |
The generators thunder on
Churning up the air like a thick furrowed plough
Relentless in sound
A backbone to the field
which tastes like gasoline
Rumbling the undergrowth
The size of home is the thickness of this noise
And the area with which they spread their hold
Engine meeting engine black grimed
young men with dreadlocks bunched up like tree stumps
long hair and...
Sunday 20th July 2014 9:29 pm
Also by Rachel Bond :The Elk Dog. Retelling Myths and Legends. Blackfoot Tribal. | Bad Queen Mab a story from 'The Bond Grimoire.' |
~A brew, a brew, my kingdom for a brew!
The sturdy stalwart of mothers' meetings
far and wide, the bank manager's only consolation
to the father of four, battling debt, going bankrupt
the very next week.
The nightly soup kitchen, where the hand of friendship and support
lies within a steaming mug, dissipates thoughts of desperation,
bringing forth the will to fight another day, the warm...
Sunday 20th July 2014 5:35 pm
Something that you said
'He can't come with us, he's dead'
Stuck with me for decades
It still does.
Your Sister hoiked you shoulder high
Slapped you on her back
We chattered to the local shop
Bought Number 6 for old time's sake.
You mocked my endless misery
And told me 'don't wear black'
In our retro table football game
Played Norman Wisdom at left back
Forced me to dance to...
Saturday 19th July 2014 9:53 pm
i thought i was broke:
I dragged my feet slowly to 'e bank,
pushed glass the door nd walked in ,
upto "e plump man at the reception ,
then handed in my account number ,
the bank balance was as ever is nil,
these figures made my heart sink,
i was breathing, walking i thought ,
fit healthwise for which i never pay,
enjoying 'ese services each second...
Saturday 19th July 2014 11:01 am
Also by edwin wachira kuria:a love letter from the sun to the moon |
Palaces of words.
We search for truth in thought, build palaces of words and pyramids of philosophy, but how often do these palaces become crystal unclear prisons and our pyramids lead us to be encapsulated in our own sarcophagus.
How often is all this philosophising an exercise in futility, the seeds of idealistic theorising sown on council estate pavements that only seem to hold...
Saturday 19th July 2014 12:07 am
Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:Whenever |
Since the bloody Battle of Hastings
When 'Arold got killed by French Bill
We've seen an endless invasion of French
And I've just about had my fill
Don't we have enough words of our own
In this wonderful language of ours?
- To seek and find le mot juste
Dunt take much linguistic power
It seems using French has been with us forever
Passed down as a fait accompli
Have we ever really tr...
Friday 18th July 2014 11:02 pm