Poetry Blogs (Sep 2014)
My back is sending me a message
it says I'm getting old
That's why I don’t like the winter
My back doesn’t like the cold.
It’s not as if I’m in agony
And the pain is under control.
But my back could do with a massage;
Not reminders that I’m getting old.
I need to send back a message
I need to be rather bold
There’s no bloody need to remind me
-I know I’m ...
Tuesday 30th September 2014 5:49 pm
before Time taker
closes the plot
loan me the keys
to free important needs
we have not
allow my unlocking
of all inner selves
where precious truths
too long have lingered
on dust coated shelves.
Books of loves purities.
The needs of hearts freedom flights
to where they need to be
where dark has no r...
Tuesday 30th September 2014 4:06 pm
Give me your space
Your empty space
The one you have discarded
Abandoned and abused
Wrung out, painted black
Locked, drapes shut.
The space you once filled with me
My name, my voice, my song
Our promises, hopes, plans.
As you retrace your steps
Turning back, turning your back
On me, forgetting that
We were once we
I need that space
I need to fill th...
Tuesday 30th September 2014 2:36 pm
Tuesday 30th September 2014 12:52 pm
Also by Pete Slater:SCREAMING SHELLS |
I stand and admire the lines,
not always so straight.
The concrete veins through the places of old
we once walked,
through to the quagmire paths
where you first found my arm after stumbling.
The burrows, dark and secret, where lips pressed
against the soft feel of ripe naked fruit.
Canals, rivers, brooks, streams we have strolled along,
flowing the only way the valleys a...
Tuesday 30th September 2014 10:15 am
Tuesday 30th September 2014 4:40 am
Let Not The Ink Run Dry
I share because I care
And dare to say words
That some find ill at ease,
But one thing
I’ve found within
The realms of poetry,
We’re all as daring as each,
We all open our minds our
Hearts our soul and speak,
I see we’re all hankering
I see many
Who care just as much
As me, and i...
Tuesday 30th September 2014 12:13 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Duty | Pissing Against The Wind | Hurt Beyond the Medicine | On Drink |
The leaves fall
Tumbling to the ground
Each branch of the tree
Getting bare and brittle
Some leaves fall straight down
Some leaves get carried by the wind
I sit and watch
Each leaf on an adventure
Some gone from view
Each one leaving a memory
On the big tree
That is now nude
My heart was once pure
And covered in a ge...
Monday 29th September 2014 4:49 pm
Also by Kassandra Morris:Mirror | Self-Destruction | If The World Was Going To End | Isolated | Forsaken Love | Eternity | Cold Nights | Silence | Flame |
Had a prompt from our writing group last time of "
If you dance to the music, you’ll find yourself…" so I thought I'd give it a go, although I've not mentioned the prompt anywhere in the piece!
If you dance to the music, you’ll find yourself…
I can’t dance.
Anyone that takes a glance
Will see me prance and realise
That I can’t dance.
My Macarena is more macaroni...
Monday 29th September 2014 3:18 pm
Also by Pauliegreg:Early Morning | The Sea (Part two) | The Sea (part One) | Stronger | Is it safe? | Loving Heart | I am here |
We sailed our ships across the sea,
looking for a new place to be.
We were not satisfied with what we had,
We knew there was more in the world.
The seas were mighty, with waves as tall as the sky,
men fell over board and drowned,
I felt as if Thor was mad at us.
Still, we fought through the waves,
To a new land we called Vinland.
Monday 29th September 2014 12:47 pm
Also by Rollo:Med Odens kärlek är allt möjligt | Odin vækker mig |
Hints at problems getting
Out of work
On your bike
Which banged like a bullet
Down Oxford Road
And got oil
Up and down you
Almost changing the
Colour of the your pants.
After a early finish
Which turned into two hours
You are looking after
That decided it wanted
Feeding you l...
Monday 29th September 2014 12:35 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:Waiting for Nancy (II) | Waiting for Nancy (I) |
I don't need a title I don't need some papers to show my skills or proof of purpose I know they now require this but I'm a women of truth and bliss I don't need to shout I don't want to be seen I just want to help those who have lost everything I'll show them how to regain strength and teach them what's good for others is a priceless test and giving to the helpless and lost souls to guide the ...
Monday 29th September 2014 7:56 am
And the joke
Sunday 28th September 2014 11:49 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:Wonderland | (untitled) | Telling | Tightrope | Wake up and smell 'em | Gesundheit | Time Bomb | Fancy Dress | From whence they came | The factory | The mechanics | Naturally simple | The Shadows of Clouds | Space Ape | The Poetry of People | The Circus of people | Bobbing for Apples | The Seamstress | The Burden |
(The poem no one is going to ask me to write
celebrating the next royal visit of her majesty
to my home city of Liverpool).
We`re citizens, Ma`am, of our particular city,
Our own beloved mass of masonry,
And though the stranger may not think it pretty,
We are glad to be
We live up here beside our windy river
(The sea drives in and scours us twice a ...
Sunday 28th September 2014 3:30 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Who let this happen? | THE SMILE | ROSE (dancing the Rhumba) |
-the ramblings of another young girl-
I watched as you curled up into your own little cocoon.
I watched as you emerged with new colors and two beautiful wings..
that carried you away from me.
and I am stuck here,
forced to stay put on this lonesome ground
as I watch you, and your brilliant colors,
fly high into the sky..
and away from the memory of...
Sunday 28th September 2014 12:24 am
Also by .L.m.P.:Will I ever.. | Baby, I think I might be falling..catch me? |
When tyrants and their bile emerge
The rest of us must face the scourge
And neutralise the bitter gall
That threatens to engulf us all
When a body is ill-treated
Prompt action sees disease defeated
We have to help ourselves at times
To confront Mother Nature's crimes
The same with tyrants' base infections:
Attack them hard from all directions
Until disease departs fro...
Saturday 27th September 2014 3:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:YOU SMILED - a song of renewed love | SCOTTISH INDEPENDENCE - an English perspective | BLESS! | SERVES ME RIGHT - country lament | THE SNP | LONELINESS |
My latest poetry review is published: http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/09/27/a-short-play-starry-clock-by-jesse-glass-2/
Saturday 27th September 2014 1:58 pm
Also by Leilanie Stewart:Free writing competitions for teenagers - September to December 2014 | Free verse: The Poetry Book Fair 2014 |
Friday 26th September 2014 7:53 pm
Also by vincent berquez:Drawing |
You’re a literary lion!
Yet you’re invariably sighing
as you prowl round the page
lines escape from the cage
and the herd run off trumpeting.
Or was that I heard a siren?
You’ve been out clubbing with Lord Byron,
I’m digging your deeds done abroad
with a pen and a sword,
at least that’s what I thought –
now I’m strangely discomfited.
There’s been a local revolution:
Friday 26th September 2014 5:36 pm
Also by Ray Miller:Eastnor Castle Easter Monday |
In the time it takes to turn a corner
In the going of that moment
In the time it takes to close your eyes
In the waking dread of darkness
Spiral deepest down and down
Wherein long cold fingers claw
Wherein the night grows ever darker
In the time it takes to turn a corner
In the going of that moment
In the time it takes to root and tangle
Blood red fruits await the win...
Friday 26th September 2014 9:47 am
LOADS of gigs coming up including a tour all over England and Germany with my band Barnstormer celebrating our 20th anniversary...
Hope to see you somewhere :)
26 BRADFORD 1 in 12 Protag Fest - at a celebration of the life of my old mate http://www.1in12.com/
27 LEEDS Seacroft Village Hall for proper socialist Labour PPC Richard Burgon http://www.ev...
Thursday 25th September 2014 10:35 pm
Also by Attila the Stockbroker:Lost in the Supermarket |
A scratch on the back that send chills down your back
A smile that lit the darkside of the moon
No cares in the world
She whirled, twirled her hands till noon
Falling into the sand
Keeping the angel
BAck now aches with pain and regret
Moon is shaded with darkness and now seeking vengeance
More worried filled the world
Now standing still
Thursday 25th September 2014 10:26 pm
Draw closer to God
and He will draw nigh unto thee,
provided you’re willing to…
demonstrate actual honesty.
For He can always see
intentions written upon one’s heart.
Stop playing games and come clean;
otherwise, His Spirit may soon depart.
Jehovah transcends the boundaries of time;
So to Him, there is nothing new under the sun.
Start by freely accepting Salvation’s gift,
which was ...
Thursday 25th September 2014 6:08 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Green Card | Poem: Release the Songbird in Me | Poem: The Dark Heretic | When Will You Come? |
I thought I knew someone
standing accross the road,
she was waiting for a gap in traffic...
Then, there was another time,
alighting from a cab
and carrying fancy bags...
There she was again
seated opposite me
on that train from Liverpool,
but that was just a reflection...
There was one time at a party
when she smiled
my way, I thought, but it was...
Thursday 25th September 2014 11:39 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:I never sleep | This is how I nearly died | The Cerebral Anjiogram | Scots wha hae! | A meeting in Algiers |
in a dark
not wanting light
to remind me
I'd rather not
too often see
my reflection's inability
to defer my eyes
has'nt been kindly
© Patricia Wilde 2014
Thursday 25th September 2014 11:27 am
It takes time and focus to make your way
around this star-studded necropolis.
Without a convenient plan or a guide
– pedantic, wry, and always affable –
you'll wander in vain its endless pathways.
Unable to spot the names you’ve heard of,
you will feel deceived and none the wiser.
Lured by bones, or the dubious remains
of two mythic lovers, what do we seek
before a ...
Thursday 25th September 2014 9:03 am
Also by David Cooke:Biscuits | Nothing | Lines for a Fighter |
It was pissing down when I left home today
Clouds the darkest shade of grey
The blackest of the black
The rain at full force of attack
None of the comforting
Soft pitter pat
But a diving crescendo
Bursting on the earth
Bouncing off brollies
Bouncing off cars
Wiper blades moving quickly
Swishing back and forth
Arriving at my place of work
The day has been...
Wednesday 24th September 2014 11:07 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Tall tales |
Other people’s borrowed books
are lodgers on my crowded shelves.
Their broken spines, when spotted, speak
of characters beyond themselves;
of people I no longer see.
Time and distance intervene
but each is proof of some intent
to render joy or furnish truth.
I think about the books I’ve lent
and wonder what they say of me.
Wednesday 24th September 2014 7:43 am
You have my whole heart
Will till the day that I die
And forever more
Tuesday 23rd September 2014 10:24 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:I Think About You | My Dad |
'Git tae fuck!"
The auld drunk said
As he swigged back the Tennent's
So I went
Back on my way
As the sun began to set
Now I think
Of the auld drunk
From time to time in passing
I care not if I grow old
Still less to be a drunkard
But to be too bitter
Or too afraid
Should I have one
To tell my tale
To the bent and weary faces
Of those w...
Monday 22nd September 2014 8:43 pm
The dirty dark blue overcoat
Had long since seen a better day
A hard life, over sixty years
Has him set in his own way
Guardian of suburban parkland
Where all the Children play
The eyesight of a shithouse rat
From the days when he wore khaki
Remembers Dunkirk and it’s beach
Queuing up still makes him narky
The Kids know not to mess with him
Because He’s the Lo...
Monday 22nd September 2014 8:27 pm
Also by Daniel Dwyran:HAWKEYE THE NOO | COCKLES (FOR YOUR HEART) | NORTHERN CHARM |
We are the keepers of the green
The blue, the gold, the sienna blood
We are the makers of royal love
Upon crystal clouds of daydreams
We seek the handicapped in humanity
To shift, to ally, to share the weight
We strip the pretense, no time for that
For the humanity is our handicap
We are equals, right down the line
In our interest we choose no hate
We find meaning ...
Monday 22nd September 2014 6:18 pm
Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:May An Ornament Hold Us Tight | Love is a bullet. | SNE | Cali Trip |
Only the walls know
What the goings on are,
Inside this glorious madhouse.
They see, and remember,
Remember by holding in the evidence,
In their structure, in their bones, in the paint smeared upon them.
They can recall the way your tears were like pearls.
And the dark that bloomed on your pale neck
Where I kissed and you moaned.
They know the shy way your tentative fing...
Monday 22nd September 2014 4:48 pm
Stood tall and strong and proud they had
been with him though each year
become akin to family,
through plough and drill and shear
sheltered and protected him
held off weather's assails
comforted him at times of rest
guided his hard travails
As friends, they kept their counsel closed
whilst provoking contemplation
they stripped him as they too laid bare
Monday 22nd September 2014 2:37 pm
The long cold walk from the car to the stone, the grass soaking wet because the sun hasn’t shown.
The flowers have all died because we’ve been forgotten, this once cold flesh has decayed and is rotten.
I’m surrounded by ones who are all the same, but they have countless stories, countless reasons, countless names.
Some like to disguise the pain with celebration, hiding behind a mask or ...
Sunday 21st September 2014 9:26 pm
I told you
Deacdes ago now
But you'd have none of it
When I said I knew what Eartha meant
When she growled
"I Love men
I love men
I love men"
Didn't you think it was strange
That I enthused so much over Dynasty?
And Joan Collins
In all her finery
Strutting around like the cat
Who'd clearly got the cream
Stiletto heels leaving a bloody trail
Of the r...
Sunday 21st September 2014 8:35 pm
Also by Jon Darby:(untitled) |
Sunday 21st September 2014 8:35 pm
In my own community, the very streets run hot with envy
They look at me, peers and enemies alike
Looking like they always want to fight, out of spite
I sometimes wonder what they see when they look at me with envy
Is it my sexiness that offends, does my Blackness cause you dismay?
Are you mad because I choose to smile anyway
Does my skin tone upset you?
Because it high...
Saturday 20th September 2014 8:56 pm
Also by Aisha Heath:The Mirror of Me |
You’ve had your vote
You’ve had your say
You spoke up for
The Forth and Tay
Would you reject
The status quo?
But you said “No”
I’m sad to say
For our UK
The whole debate
Won’t go away
Will just want more
We’ve opened up
A running sore
Things can only get bitter
Can only bitter
From now on...
Friday 19th September 2014 11:00 pm
Also by John Coopey:School Record |
Daphnis and Chloé
broke the glass case
and went to bleed
on the sheepskin
his wife's photograph
drank his coffee hot
at the reel of seconds
the day was young
between thin letters
buds burst open
at the crossing
the traffic jammed
honked like mad
with the twisting of bodies
and the virgin c...
Friday 19th September 2014 10:42 pm
It's a place that illuminates the freest forms of me
A few pumps on my pedals, turns of my handles, and I'm already there
Tall palms twirled in lights line the way to my imagination
Tiny bells ding against the glass door as I glide inside
Freshly roasted beans percolate through anticipation to perfection
Burlap coffee sacks hang as window shades
Handiwork of local artists accents the walls
Sandy scenes o...
Friday 19th September 2014 8:04 pm
Also by Candice Reineke:Swallow Silence | Crime of Comfort |
of rotting wood
the pungent smell
long dead things
its aged frame
from its skin
to the shore
Friday 19th September 2014 7:28 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Snipers |
The Whole Desolate Day, an anthology on addiction, is currently seeking submissions.Send one to five poems/prose on addiction Deadline January 15, 2015 Reading fee: $3 Publisher: Little Lark Press
Please find full guidelines at: http://littlelarkpress.wordpress.com/about/
Friday 19th September 2014 1:35 am
I am an ocean - swilling calmly; wrecking ships and shore.
I am a hurricane - outer parts and eye and more.
I am an avalanche - speak softly to me I'll be still;
But bellow loudly, stomp about on me I'll spill.
I am the weather - sunny, clear but fit to burst
When a thousand droplets are absorbed in thirst;
I filter out all dross downland, upland and over hills
Thursday 18th September 2014 4:07 pm
When the day comes,
full of red nimbus skies
and black pronounced
against the bodies of - they will say it was
not outside of any plan.
Like, too, my foolish way
of thinking it is here, holding hands;
some real and loving thing,
they will say that everything
united is - universe after universe.
I could have most if it:
the blue and white eye delights,
Thursday 18th September 2014 2:13 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Print |
As the nineteenth autumn has come upon me,
It’s a whole new world I see.
Treacherous creatures, so often, hush and hide,
And it seemeth to me, a change in tide.
The poetry of soothing sensation has gone,
The glimmering golden glow of the sun is now none.
Some say,’ The Head is battling with the Heart’.
Well ! All Logic has been torn apart.
As I gaze into the vast emptiness
Thursday 18th September 2014 11:04 am
Also by Ad Astra:Stillness | Nature reclaimed | Eternal Moment |
Kept convincing myself
end would turn out fine
Fazed but withstanding
implore for a visible sign
Trudge turned Incessant
with reserves at very last
Stretched to the optimum
leaving me plainly aghast
Events turned divergent
expectations got belied
Means while just perfect
but to end never applied
Resolve nearly exhausted
Thursday 18th September 2014 9:51 am
Also by Sunny Chopra:The Resolve | Disenchantment | The Cortege |
A really good sandwich,
Has two pieces of bread,
(we all know the club is compensating)
Is void of mayonnaise,
But has in its stead,
(Mayonnaise is for the self-deprecating)
A nice bit of mustard,
And a sharp slice of Ched…dar.
Thursday 18th September 2014 9:30 am
Also by James Roper:Ever-was | Have you ever heard an angel laugh? | For a Stranger | No Reason |
Chasing bottles of Gin
Instead of You
You Think of you
So thinking of Gin
Only with Gin
Maybe the wine started it
But finished by Gin
Agreeing with the senseless
Maybe the wine started it
with the Gin
Solve the world in a rant
The wine started this
now need a ppp... wee...
Wednesday 17th September 2014 8:56 pm
Also by Quiet Comet:Enveloped and doped | A million little pieces | Our home, our castle |
There are those who check the obituary
In the local paper, be it the Hull Daily Mail
Or the Huddersfield Daily Examiner
Before they decide to get up on a morning
(In T S Eliot’s day, it was the Boston Evening Transcript.)
These winter mornings, I know how they feel
Waking cold, to a grey dawn smeared across my window
But I have a technological solution:
I check my Face...
Wednesday 17th September 2014 4:02 pm
Also by STEVE RUDD:I Never Made Promises Lightly | Sentry Duty |