Poetry Blogs (Aug 2014)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (1 hour ago)
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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
One in ten have the gene, ONE in ten, how could that be me?
A gene for alcoholism is a gene that I have, bearly hitting seventeen when I realised that.
Drinking on the weekends turned into every morning of everyday.
With my hands melted around a bottle, forever there to stay.
My bottle was my friend, the friend of a friend in need,
Helping me "solve" my problems, yet creating more i...
Monday 18th August 2014 8:49 am
You brush past a bush,
it ambushes, scratches you, you
hardly notice it, it
The sniper picks out you, you
are the unlucky one, one
of the others could easily have been, been
shot, shot dead, but no,
Life is boobytrapped.
It's a minefield, any minute, minute
germs, viruses, bacteria can invade, invade
through the tiniest crack, crack
Sunday 17th August 2014 11:43 pm
I didn't think it would
To me, I
From harsh realities
I didn't want to see -
Head long in sands
As, unbeknownst to me,
Those particles beneath my feet
Were leaking out into
When I was young
I had a naive notion that
All parts were mechanised,
Like robot cogs
Sunday 17th August 2014 6:35 pm
Come take me now
'Cause I can wait
Come tell me now
How much you adore
Come take me now
In your arms
Come tell me how
You feel the warmth
Hold me tight
like a baby
Spread your wings
and make me cozy
Let me hide
And sink within you
Let me say
How much I missed you
Let me cry
Let me roar
Like desert rain on you
let me pour
Come hold me now
Sunday 17th August 2014 11:24 am
Sometimes we’re only supposed to look and not see
But each of us is, as we are supposed to be
If it wasn’t for you
And if it wasn’t for me
Then our meeting would never have come to pass
You are loved for being you, no buts nor alas
So little do you know that so much of me has changed
You saw through my defences, over years they had aged
So grateful ...
Saturday 16th August 2014 6:06 pm
A voice is still unheard and a face still is unseen,
there's a heart beating in the crowd of mean,
its innocence has been pushed down beneath,
it does not trust the world whether it will let keep it clean.
It has been hurt and ditched before,
and now its afraid to come forth,
it was torned down, broken and burned into ashes,
and it took long enough to join the pieces.
Saturday 16th August 2014 6:02 pm
The scent of her skin
In pleasurable tones
Leaves him wanting more
The promise in her touch
With lingering strokes
Raises firmness to his core
The light in her eyes
Contradicts their darkness
Adds a flicker to his flame
The curve of her breast
In all it's subtlety
Brings fragility to his frame
The softness of her lips
In all their fullness...
Saturday 16th August 2014 9:11 am
I saw you in my dream again
You looked at me accusingly
I ran after you
calling, begging you to
You turned around and
mingling with the crowd.
I sat down on the dusty road
as I've done before
wondering why you never talk.
Why you never tell me why....
Saturday 16th August 2014 5:47 am
~~Life down here seems like in an alien land!
And though it’s a handiwork of Your precious hand!!
I am not comfortable in this alien band,
I wish I was placed on a safer sand.
“Let the dusk soon perish,
And dawn appear that I might cherish,
Let me soon cross this tedious mountain,
That I might be quenched by thy freshening fountain,
Let me soon recognize that is alien land,
Is your pr...
Friday 15th August 2014 3:05 pm
Strangled thoughts inside and out,
Lost chances rust in lonely sidings.
Tailor driven across hope
buried deep under steelworks
strangled in lies
hope made of granite
and reinforced steel.
The tosser on the dance floor
Throw him into an IT grave.
Once you get used to something, your
imagination loses its mind, use your
imagination and look at som...
Wednesday 13th August 2014 4:41 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:Alan Seeger |
St Blaise is the patron saint
His image adorns the walls
Defender of Dubrovnik
Also patron of the throat
Once a year as a young boy
Two candles beneath my chin
Held tightly to form a cross
To celebrate the feast day
And to keep my voice from harm
The priest mumbling his blessing
We sail out of the harbour
Anchor a little way off
Wednesday 13th August 2014 12:05 am
Tuesday 12th August 2014 11:18 pm
Also by Paul Pyke:Check out my new blog |
When all the laughter stops, when it abides,
And all the tears of joy begin to dry,
When all the world looks up from aching sides,
And all the breathlessness allows a sigh.
A light, so brightly shining starts to wane,
But hidden out of sight, battles in vain.
When all the smiles are full, when they recede,
And straighten out into a furrowed frown,
When all the life in vibrancy concedes,
And from th...
Tuesday 12th August 2014 10:49 pm
Lo and behold that feeling
once more has returned
To tease test and torment
dead past willfully spurned
From window shut forever
heard unmistakable creak
A portent of ensuing havoc
and destruction it’ll wreak
Dilemmas deemed sorted
in archives since then lost
Will augment latent agony
with much heftier paid cost
An arduous uphill dr...
Tuesday 12th August 2014 3:54 pm
Nope. Not. No, I won't!
I dare not. Do not. I don't!
Shall? Shan't! Shall I, not!
Can? Can't! Can it sot!
Never. Never. Never again!
Okay, sorry. I give, you win.
Tuesday 12th August 2014 7:27 am
Also by James Roper:None |
I would once again like to awaken with you be my side;
to have the pleasure of gazing into the beauty of your unfathomable soul through your deep dark eyes.
Through every step of it I could sense your warm presence hovering beside me;
smiling at me;
filling my being with everything that you had.
The yearning to be with you was all I could think of.
Monday 11th August 2014 3:25 pm
It's a strange and dark night,
The rain is gushing against the windowpane,
Then in the still cats fight,
Foxes wail, wind howls - I am pale with worry about you.
The sounds, the blackness and stubborn miles between us
My mind's delicate fingertips try to find you,
feeling around in that house where you might be sleeping or your thoughts still reeling with the madness of frustration.
Sunday 10th August 2014 10:34 pm
Also by Cecilia Kovacs:Dreamchasers | To a Milestone | Crap Without Wrap (Rap) | Lovemaking | Perceptions (aka bored at a Health and Safety training) |
(After John Godfrey Saxe.)
It was six jolly ELEPHANTS
(And all of them were blind),
That all agreed to search the town
To study humankind,
That each by observation
Might satisfy his mind.
The first one felt the human's head;
In puzzled tones he spake:
"This wonder of a Human Man
Is flat as griddle-cake!"
The others solemnly agreed,
"'Tis true, and no mistake."
Sunday 10th August 2014 8:18 pm
My poet hubby, Joseph Robert, is published this month in Leaves of Ink. More info here: http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/08/08/joseph-roberts-poem-in-leaves-of-ink/
Friday 8th August 2014 6:20 pm
Also by Leilanie Stewart:My poems in Black Mirror Magazine | Poetry Video for August - Belemnite Soup |
Beauty is not defined in terms of appearance to him, it is just a bonus.
Beauty in her, is the shining light that brightens the room whenever she smiles.
That she can make him laugh in any situation, pick him up when he is down and can always count on her to be there.
Her beauty is within, that is like strokes from a paint brush every time she laughs.
He is blown away by her intelligence, her hung...
Friday 8th August 2014 1:16 am
Also by Heather Lavin:Movement of the World | Humanity in Galaxies |
On the horizon and blurred in passing smoke
figures move into the distant fields,
and closer the dead battleground
springs red grass blades.
Here the poet silently tiptoes, grieving,
another tear-stained handkerchief,
counting dying gasps and stealing
last words meant for a mother.
And count the words,
Place them side by side
Here I died
Thursday 7th August 2014 8:10 pm
Also by Mick Waring:On the news of a death. |
There are no dead like your dead.
Relentlessly impaled on your memory,
her tiny hand, his frozen bicycle,
his uniform in the doorway, halo’d in
morning light saying “I’ll be alright”,
her scarf thrown aside in the sunshine.
There are no dead.
There are no wounds like your wounds.
Bathed as a child in crimson shadows
his unseeing eyes plead for life,
her skirt in the glade, not run...
Wednesday 6th August 2014 11:24 pm
The most unnatural thing in this world
Is a parent
Burying their child
Having to send their little angel back home to God
Losing a piece of their soul no amount of time will ever return
Seeing the ghost of that lost child age alongside their other children
Car seat empty in the back of truck
Birthdays pass with no growth to show for
No graduations to celebrate
One less daughter to walk ...
Wednesday 6th August 2014 5:36 pm
My daughter collects stones,
tears them out from sodden soily beds,
or picks them from the pile,
stashes them in pockets
till linings tear
and washing machine clatters
to the awkward beat
of a battered drum.
And though I chide her for the damage,
I know she can't resist
the clasp, the cut,
the spit, the rub
the nub and polish of them,
each stone its own...
Tuesday 5th August 2014 2:20 pm
I’m sat in Nero
My mac is absent
But I have tortoise shell specs
A pen and pad
Filled with nothing but endless to do lists
And I’ve just finished a tub of hummus
I think I qualify right?
A wispy voiced limp haired Lolita soundtracks this cliche
Panini, chai’s and muffin tops
Plonk and plop
On marble topped tables
Tuesday 5th August 2014 12:03 am
Two lovers with different dreams collide. Smashing both dreams into thousands of little pieces.
The two lovers grow distant as they scrabble around trying to piece their dreams back together.
In time they resent each other for the destruction, not realising that they could create new dreams together.
By which time it was all too late.
Monday 4th August 2014 7:38 pm
Deranged over the hills and far far away
ashaimed of myself , on stage , getting in a state
using certain words for unknown reasons,
on a mission ,
fuck admiring mansions i show love to the flowers more ,
listening is totally up to you yeah , give a shit really
message received loud and clear just how i like it ,
NOT silent and secretive
in the meantime
i am feeling so v...
Monday 4th August 2014 1:23 am
How to leave Soho
Un-tongue the archaic idioms of Wardour Street prose,
those acronyms and codes. Sign out for the last time.
Delete all opinionated indiscretions.
Surrender your keys and password.
Purge details of pharmacists from your phone
as if they were the names of dealers.
Time will end at six as the Swiss clock chimes;
cow chases maiden chases wa...
Saturday 2nd August 2014 3:43 pm
The Voyeuristic Toaster
I d like to be a toaster
So I could toast you.... a tasty snack
Then watch you from the work top
Take crumpets from the rack
As you feast the buttered crumpets
I will covet in delight
When you apply buttered lipstick with every sexy bite
Friday 1st August 2014 6:30 pm