Poetry Blogs (Aug 2014)
Last time I saw him
He was heading into town
He looked the other way,
crossed over, now a loner
I’d spoken to him before
Not making much sense
But in a way I understood
He talked of better times
Times of running the show, running on self will
But with the high life he rapidly went downhill
The times he nearly made the...
Sunday 31st August 2014 11:00 pm
Sunday 31st August 2014 8:48 pm
(I'm aware this is a controversial poem and I hope not to offend anyone but I make no conclusions, I only ask questions)
The nature was deteriorating.
The sky was falling down,
raining pieces of ashy soot,
crashing and burning
and you weren't there.
Why weren't you there?
The birds squawked and screeched
and in-between their cries were mine, calling
and I was reaching out to you.
Sunday 31st August 2014 8:34 pm
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:The mute speaker |
Is Greed's continuous egocentric abstinence to morality as it roams un-roman-military-checked between abstract's illusionary descriptors of post mathematics scientific logical persuasion designed, Today... Avarice is progress redefined.
In lieu of our participation in,
Never living what we recommend
Sunday 31st August 2014 12:44 pm
Also by Juton, Villain of Truth:Hive Mind: Seeds I | Hive Mind: Coup II | Hive Mind: Coup I | Hive Mind: Home Security, A Lost Comfort | She... IV | Maleficent Religious Condescension: Hive G-D | Socio Religico II | Hive Mind: Creepy Sickness | ... Beyond Abandonment's Court I | Maleficent Condescension: A Bargain Gone Wrong! | Socio Religico III | Hive Mind: Simpletons Donated Vibes II | Maleficent Religious Condescension: Palace of Displacement II | Socio Religico I | Hive Mind: Simpletons Donated Vibes I | Maleficent Atheistic Condescension: Dusk on Religion I | Malefic Condescension: Bitterly Crying (Out) III |
You suddenly said you had to go;
That was when I came to know
That hello sometimes means goodbye.
Now I know enough to not ask why.
Sunday 31st August 2014 12:38 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE LATE DEPARTED | REMEMBERING RW | THERE'S NO KNOWING | THE HOLE - remembering WW1 | FOOT IN MOUTH |
Most of us
To scratch out
With our broken bics
Blood and ink
In a vague attempt
To trace the idea
Of a future
And paint it
Against the world
With its cruel way
Of crumbling dreams
We reach them
Or wake up
And we struggle so
To make sense
Of this endless
Envying the wings
Sunday 31st August 2014 10:50 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:Water and sand | Dust n bones | The Way | The Horses Don't Run | The Truth | Journey man | The Witch | Walking | The Bone Shaker | Empty plate | Retreat | Mother Hen | Bombay Train | Pieces of life | Looking Glass | Bugs | Parents | Teacher man | Water and Air | Orphans | Deity | Apeman | A Prose Poem- the forgotten memory | Honestly Dishonest |
I see you know the ways to glow your bodies floating nowhere to go cash money that's all you know your womanly curves showing words through sight and sound you have no disgust no regrets somehow you undress willingly you let them see you let them see with all too bare but that's the way you were trained no underwear pantie...
Sunday 31st August 2014 7:34 am
The drain, the drain
It's gurgling too much
Shit covering the grate
Now housing the land
Overflowing, no bowing
Rattling the door
no one answers
The shute overflowed
spreading like a disease
Watch it grow,
Sunday 31st August 2014 12:22 am
Also by Quiet Comet:Waking up to reality | The words of God | Only in Bangkok | The Dreaded Haircut | Mind Game | Big Man | Beautiful photos | Oh Katy | (untitled) | A million miles away | The order of the sandwich | The same but different | Dreams collide | Bertha | Wide Awake | Wooden Bridges |
I glimpse your eyes fixed on me.
"Would you like to help me fold?"
"I thought you'd never ask."
© Candice Reineke 2014
Saturday 30th August 2014 5:04 pm
Also by Candice Reineke:I Feel Fall | All I Want to Do is Write | The Beach: My Remedy |
I still picture your eyes and think of how I felt when you looked into mine. I remember your lips but it breaks my heart to think of the person now kissing them. The truth is,dying is better than LIVING MY SAD LIFE WITHOUT YOU...and remembering that you don't love me anymore. How long and fruitful is it to live this live in tears,knowing that you will never walk in to my lonely heart? ...
Saturday 30th August 2014 6:56 am
Also by MEMOIRS OF THE LOST SON:I KNOW I WAS AN UNWANTED THORN IN YOUR GARDEN. | TURN YOUR SHIP INTO THE DEEP AND SAIL ON. | WATCHING THE WILLOW SWAY WITH THE WIND. | GREYING ASHES |
Please forgive me if there is typos.
I sit at the altar, waiting for his reply,
Humbled by his presence.
I feel him there, his overwhelmingly strong, yet respectful vibe.
"What is it my son" He asks.
" Why did you choose me father"
He replys " I saw before you were born, by the fate of the norns, what you would be. I saw how much courage that heart of yours holds"
Saturday 30th August 2014 4:27 am
Also by Rollo:Battle is coming | Take me home | Thorsday | Onsdag | Betrayal | The cry of the black birds | I was lost, but now I'm found |
of a swallow
of so many.
in a way
I can do
but hope God
Friday 29th August 2014 11:29 pm
Well since Sir Alex left us
Old Trafford’s citadel
Is not the Theatre of Dreams it was –
More like Heartbreak Hotel.
Well since old Fergie left us
The men have played like boys
We never blamed the players though
We just blamed David Moyes
We thought him a phoney
He talked such baloney
When he bought Fellaini
I could cry.
Well since young David lef...
Friday 29th August 2014 9:45 pm
Also by John Coopey:Bus Pass Virgin | RYAN AIR |
Manchester's gay hamlet
has long since been a sanctuary
for parlor princesses to sway their tits free
from thick veined impalers who skirted the moat;
their hot swords smoking from pint piss.
One often forgets that
cemented with the secret elixir
of man's love for man's folly;
it was a safe and sordid Avalon.
Often lulled by the music
or some other bul...
Friday 29th August 2014 9:52 am
Also by CathyLCrabb:Raineth |
I had to remove this from my samples due to my beliefs being completely different from when I first ever published this but thought Id keep it on here.
Looking back at all these poems and you can tell how immature I was, very simple poetry, not saying I can do better but didnt want to dispose of this due to me feeling it at the time....many a year ago
Gods got my back.
Is anything there
Thursday 28th August 2014 9:35 pm
Despite the differences of skin color
and our cultural upbringings,
we're more than brothers of Mankind -
Technically, we're kin.
Go to the mountain
preserved by ice and snow
where the revelation of Ararat's secret
is available for everyone to know.
For the ark's existence
proves the global flood story is true
and being our brother's keeper...
Is still a right thing to do.
Thursday 28th August 2014 4:28 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Drawn To You | Poem: Captivated By The Light | In Remembrance of Grandma - Poem & Background | Poem: Dust (Humor) | Behind the Poem: Enjoy This Season | Poem: Human Matrix | Behind the Poem: Enoch | Behind the Poem: Evening Sky | Poem: Eternal Wellspring | Poem: Experiencing God | Poem: No Elaborate Pretense | Haikus: Exerpt #4 from: Hook, Line & Haiku |
Trimming insect-laden hedges
I discern a slowing growth
as sunlight rations rampant shoots;
a shift and shedding has begun.
The grass will grow more hesitant
and idle blades forget their foe.
Spades will lean to spiders’ work
and mine will more or less be done
though respite heralds damp decay
and masking mists, and
ankle deep in slicking leaves
again, my efforts are undone.
Thursday 28th August 2014 3:46 pm
Well now, maybe I’ll tell now some of my story
No glory here though
I was a fifty’s baby. A lucky baby maybe
Some would say when everything was grey
I was born to it
When you wore a suit to go for a shit
As long as it was grey, or black
Looking back it would seem I was part of
Conceived at the start of
A changing, rearranging youth.
Wednesday 27th August 2014 10:09 pm
Also by Pete Slater:MULTI-COLOURED CHANGE |
Take me Home
I’m waiting for the bus
To drive me home
So that I can cry alone
A beautiful face
One I trace now …
On the …
back of this leather seat
knowing that there’s nothing that can bring you back
for the bus…
To drive me home
So that I won’t be alone
With words that we’re though
Ticket collector stares
at my watery eyes
Counting out the pe...
Wednesday 27th August 2014 9:02 pm
Also by David R Mellor:Tell Me Who Cares |
Not old enough to vote or wed
or give consent,
but old enough to be transferred
by men to men;
Not old enough to drive a car,
have overdrafts or credit cards,
but old enough to be exchanged;
Not old enough to live alone or own a home,
but old enough to be deceived;
to be perceived as third and four...
Wednesday 27th August 2014 2:53 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:Twisted Harvest | Ward 3D |
Blessed are we
As the morning night, does turn to grey, We see the coming of the breaking day
Birds will sing their morning cries, to welcome back the morning skies
Fluttering their wings up in the trees , enjoying the touch of the morning breeze
Clouds will drift and float away, bringing the promise of a beautiful day
Creatures that moved throughout the night, disappeared, now out of sight
Wednesday 27th August 2014 10:45 am
Also by Biscuit:Light or dark | The friend I love | Capture your beauty | The guy | The end | Walking the dog |
My cat, beside me takes up
And I say that although
It isn't true
Because it sounds better
Than sitting alone
A year or two of empty
Brown shit chairs
With cold legs
That stare back at you
Evil experience of your lunch-face
While me and my PMS Lucifer
Lay comfortably on the edge
Feet curled up on the wood holding
A lumpy mattress...
Wednesday 27th August 2014 5:05 am
Do not describe the sunset, regardless. Never
write about the buttery moonrise,
especially near the beginning: everyone
just switches off, and if they don’t
Do not mention war; any of the many.
Those possibilities are nothing to do with me.
They belong to others, to a family friend
who knows mountainsides blooming
great mushrooms of dust.
Everyone has had enough of trees...
Tuesday 26th August 2014 10:26 am
Ting Tongs in Bong Bongo Land.....
it's all becoming clear.
UKIP's policy statements
were penned by Edward Lear.
Tuesday 26th August 2014 8:46 am
Also by Attila the Stockbroker:(untitled) |
they shared each others juices
they shared each others gas
both thought of perpetuity
something which didn't last
both found other partners
the years rolled quickly past
but juice and gas and earth-i-ness
are things that sometimes clash
Monday 25th August 2014 6:18 pm
Also by Philipos:BOTTOMS UP. |
Hey good people what’s going down
Iced water is flowing all over town
Everybody tells me it’s just a craze
It’s got me in a complete daze
Why haven’t I yet been nominated?
I am becoming increasingly frustrated
Cold and soaking wet is the way to go
You too can be the star of the show
When am I going to make a splash
And be relieved of a load of cash
Could it be my lucky day maybe?
Monday 25th August 2014 10:22 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Heaven Help Us (Robin Williams R.I.P.) |
These memories fade into me
Each time I gather
They become seamless
They've woven themselves into the stars
Beauty as they are
It is my past
To the melody of my soul
I caught them dancing
As if they didn't mind the memories that cried
They thought them loveliness
Please watch for when they fall
That is you or I falling to harmonize
Monday 25th August 2014 3:46 am
I remember staring
past your shoulder.
I remember reading to you
the lines you have now left
in another's sand.
I read your words as
acknowledgement of its past
though our shoulders
were always in the way.
I apologise for this.
My miss-spellings are
my way of saying sorry.
words and foto T Carroll
Sunday 24th August 2014 9:09 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Left Luggage | Traffic | She watched him waiting | The Touching | Hockey anyone? | Algiers |
Although I scream I am here! the words just won’t fall
I fade into the darkness, like the shadows on the wall. When the night comes calling, then you might see me,
Just a mere reflection of the man I used to be
My life is now over, the end is yet to come,
I am the man in the sha...
Saturday 23rd August 2014 9:32 pm
The moment you shown dilemma
Whether to stop or to move on,
Has put me on to a dilemma
Whether to stop or to move on.
Life looks playing a mock
And wants me to weap,
That seems flirting with luck
And made me to wait and peep.
The moment you shown dilemma
Whether to slap or to smile,
Has put me on to a dilemma
Whether to be sorry or to smile.
Your innocense seems hurted a lot
And has made me to be sorry,
Saturday 23rd August 2014 5:34 pm
The sun rose bleakly
But the old man said,
“Hail to the morning!
I am not yet dead.
I have music to hear
And words to be read;
Enough in the cupboard
To see me fed.
Through the march of years
Many tears I’ve shed.
And my greatest friends
Have long since fled.
But at close of this day
I may lay my head
Upon the sheets
Of my own warm bed....
Saturday 23rd August 2014 3:26 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Wishes |
Lay me down in river's rush,
carry me to the shore,
dry my skin in the smile of the sun,
-leave me wanting more.
Take my hand through meadow's mist,
scent my hair with flowers,
show me love with one sweet kiss,
share with me night's hours.
Dress and clothe me - leaf and moss,
be my love forever,
take me far but keep me close,
- nature bound together
Saturday 23rd August 2014 2:03 pm
for Grant Tarbard
Northern kids, their futures
predictable, they grafted dourly
five days a week down pits, in shops
and on the factory floor –
paying their way with some left
for vinyl, speed and threads.
Travelling miles by train each
weekend with a change of clothes
and a box of classic tracks
– minor hits and rarities
by blacks the charts ignored –...
Friday 22nd August 2014 2:45 pm
Are we just too lazy to stir,
toil and breed?
Too fey to strive for life,
our own and others'?
I guess we are.
So why knock immigrants?
Who else will clean our incontinent beds
when we are old and sad?
Friday 22nd August 2014 1:00 pm
Also by J F Keane:Return of the Will | Indecisions | Hidden Source |
And always the silent smell
Of music follows
Each time his name is mentioned
Covered in ignored pleadings
With pinpointed accuracy
The ladder away
From his freedom
Evidence suppressed and misplaced
For 16 years
In cross currents
Of ignored medical reports
Under the carpets
Drawn back on ...
Friday 22nd August 2014 12:39 pm
A Librarians Concern
Once the word has been written,
You cannot necessarily erase it,
For no matter how hard you rub
The word remains.
You could if you so wished,
Rub so hard that the page itself,
Becomes tatty and frayed,
Upon the page underneath,
A page that may have been
A future not yet written,
Friday 22nd August 2014 2:33 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Who Goes There? | The Farming of Innocense | The Habitable Zone |
How dare you say
That everything turned okay
That my dreams didn’t diminish
And that the pain could now finish
How dare you say
You would take away my fear
Give me a place to call home
And begin a dream here
How dare you say
It wasn’t you that betrayed
Whether it was the love of a daughter
Or that daughter’s real father
How dare you say
I would make it up
Thursday 21st August 2014 11:45 pm
Suncream, Sandwiches, Sea and Sand
Warm sheltered rock-pools on the beach
This British green and pleasant land
Where Donkeys' poo and Seagulls' screech
Grandad’s hanky on his head
His rosy cheeks a shade of peach
His Daily Mirror long since read
Where Donkeys' poo and Seagulls' screech
Grandma’s at Bingo every night
Her handbag with her like a leech
Thursday 21st August 2014 8:52 pm
Also by Daniel Dwyran:RANGE STEW | BEACH FIGHT |
Amongst the bitten twigs and fur caught,
low shrubs where each of us
is half in the tree and half in the rock,
a skull the thumb size of climbing sleeps.
If you do not come back
I will untie the ribbons
from my hair and open the hollow
parts of my head to the wind.
You said I would do that
enough myself - my teeth cut,
my goose feather torn -
no excuse for you
baying in ...
Thursday 21st August 2014 3:33 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Pink Tree |
(vid version http://miladysa.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/pre-loved-skin.html )
impossible to tell,
the previous owner,
wore it well.
so you can you feel,
rich and successful,
sexy and ideal.
So this season!
Screaming to appear,
on catwalk and red carpet,
at awards and film premiere.
Dying to be worn,
Thursday 21st August 2014 12:23 pm
Deep inside, where the beat goes on,
The pulsation of life, where the beat is strong
The heart is the place, the foundations of trust,
The place of emotions, Including, passion and lust.
From the day we are born, to the last moment of breath,
It will keep on beating, until the, inevitable death.
The mixture of emotions, That defines who we are,
The feelings that dwell withi...
Thursday 21st August 2014 9:17 am
Dog and Dragonfly
On an island in the sky
'Neath the rain that paints the lives
Sits the ever-watching eyes
Breathing the ever-waiting sighs
For now we're forced to hide
Our patter of thoughts collide
Will showers of longing subside?
And our dreams remain inside?
Songs of aviary cries
Of ancient locust lullabies
Percussion pounds and will disguise...
Thursday 21st August 2014 3:51 am
Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:What I Want | What I Need | Watching Headlights | Two and a Half Seasons | Touch | To Find Joy In Eating a Saltine | Through Seasons | Thoughts Spin | This Pen's First Ink | There | Untitled | The Sirens | The Sacrifice | The Eye Catching | The Bridge | Somewhere Not Forgotten | Sleep | Saddle Mountain of Fearlessness | Resistance Song | Path of Destruction | Pablo | Of The Energy | Ocean Beauty | My Project Me | My Journey | My Ache | Love (Blue Burns Black) | Lost Cause | Life Is But The Dance of The Flame | Life = Earth | Leaving California | Lapsing | Inside My Mind | In The Kitchen | I'm Taken | I Don't Get it and I'm Not Gotten | Happy Morbid | Game of Love | Fait to Wait | Eight Months in Cleveland | Daisies of Depression | Could it Be You | Company | C.W.F.A. | Beginning to End | Be Real | Back to Normal | Babylon 33 | As If | And It's Today | America the Beautiful | A Strange Epiphany | A Lonely Heart's Story |
People are such selfish creatures.
They say they love picking flowers.
But when you pick a flower, you kill it.
People take another living things life,
just so they can have the pleasure of looking at it.
People pick things, and will pick them, untill they destory everything
..and that, is just so very sad.
Thursday 21st August 2014 3:46 am
Also by .L.m.P.:Help | Painful Poison | Best friend | The Cycle |
You look at me and what do you see
You look at me all the time
With that supercilious grin
Scanning me from head to foot
You pass no comment
And yet you say it all with your eyes
They say that every picture tells a tale
But you never draw, paint or photograph
What you see
You never describe or make a photo fit
Instead you just stop, blink and stare
Tuesday 19th August 2014 11:15 pm
Also by Martin Elder:memory | Somebodys son |
Please don't go, leaving me up here all alone in the cold
Please don't go, no blanket, no hugs because your too "old"
Please don't go, too busy, too good, not childish enough for me to hold
Please don't go, I need you, my mommy, my sunshine my gold
Please don't go, I'm lost now, without you alone and covered in mold
You loved me, you held me until college came
Your boyfriend, your lipstick, you just wer...
Tuesday 19th August 2014 9:23 pm
Sunny mornings spent alone,
Calls for news named as such,
Tuesday 19th August 2014 6:11 pm
Also by Charlotte:(untitled) | Reluctant Return. | Thirty. | Cats |
Monday 18th August 2014 8:12 pm
Also by Neil Francis Brooks:Paws | Drift | Dream Dogs |
The Crooked Beast At The End Of A Crooked Path
I saw him rise like a dark spectre
in the clouds
at the end of a crooked path
his horned head cocked
spreading his cloven claws
astride the graves that nestled
safe beneath the trees
his wings unfurling
across the sky
and gathering in
the long dead souls
beneath the ground
and I thought
I heard the demon say
“I told you I would not fo...
Monday 18th August 2014 7:33 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Armistice (Gods Of War) | Death Of A Poet (Anthem For Doomed Youth) MUSIC VERSION | Death Of A Poet / Anthem For Doomed Youth | Dead Men's Boots |
Do all Dogs
go to Heaven?
I sure hope
Cause when I
get to Heaven
I want to be
there with you.
You are gone
When I see
I'll have a
I'll sit upon
while you run
that crazy little circle.
Monday 18th August 2014 4:57 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Our Peanut Puppy | A Slightly Dirty Limerick |
of beautiful dreamy music
transmutes into visions.
Bringing you before me.
Puts a crown of flowers
around your head.
the ebony flow of your hair.
Closes your eyes.
Makes you ever so slowly circle your waist.
Outstretches your clasped hands
above your head.
Dresses you in nothing
but a whisper of a silky veiled gown.
Monday 18th August 2014 12:54 pm