Poetry Blogs (Jan 2015)
Vautaw on YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) (8 hours ago)
Have you ever had to pray for your mum , to die . When I held her in my arms I could hear her sigh . There is nothing left of her body , her mind went years ago . But to see this frail old lady , our tears will always flow . She's been a strength to others, , and brightend up there days . Her laughter so rewarding , there pain just goes away . Please help this poor old lady , and end her days in p...
Saturday 31st January 2015 9:23 pm
Also by Wendy Higson:DONE | PLACES | HAVE A NATTER |
To feel as much as i do Once a blessing, Now a painful curse Left desolate, With no one to call When the ones you love the most, Leave you to fall, Without a second thought. You start to realize, Your nothing special, No not at all
Saturday 31st January 2015 7:28 pm
A bad day
So I look up at the clouds
And know above
There are stars
And that there is silence
No cost cutting
Or mental scares
And i’m small
And i want to be
you in me
So i look into the clouds
And know you are not far away
Only a call away
To say it will be better today
(c) David R Mellor 2015
Saturday 31st January 2015 12:15 am
Also by David R Mellor:GOD LOVES EVERYTHING | This Life is Scaring The Life Out of Me | Alone | DEATH is shit... | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | EVERYONE’S A KNOBHEAD | You’re so God like (I.S) | STEVEN GERRARD | I Scaled Dungeons This Year |
Madness on the Moon
I dreamt of these people who lived on the moon
Made war with each other and angered too soon
Dropped bombs on each other, their leaders all lied
Paranoia the norm while they plotted and spied
They poisoned their planet to drive bigger cars
It all seemed quite silly, they can’t live on mars!
When someone came homeless they just got ignored
Then they ...
Friday 30th January 2015 9:24 pm
Also by Ged Thompson/ A Liverpool Poet:When I meet her in the night. | Zen it happened | Hearts & Thorns | Disinter | The Train Ride | An Aphorism Of Mystery | One thinks |
from heaven on earth we broke free
we lied in peace under a tree
i told you my dear, we need to keep
exhausted of it, of fog and white sheep
oh breathe in the the gloom
take out the moon
We have yet to reach perfect sea
we have yet to found each other
no darkness blinds
no shinning calms
my heart beats fast
to found its class
to see the stars
take out the rain.
thirsty for help
hide them from me
Friday 30th January 2015 9:22 pm
Also by someone:Precious eyes | those who see | unknown | Slaves of The Universe |
Right, I knew there was going to be some negative feedback from the post I did last week about '#meninism'. I knew it was coming and I was going to take it all in good grace because I knew it would be coming. I have just read two comments that were left and, given what has happened tonight, I am really in no mood to take it with good grace. Let's start with the first one, by Anonymous One.
Friday 30th January 2015 8:49 pm
Also by Christopher Moriarty:A Poem A Day For A Year - 29/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 28/01/15 | Poem A Day For A Year - 27/01/15 | Poem A Day For A Year - 26/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 25/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year | A Poem A Day For A Year - 23/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 22/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 21/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 20/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 19/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year & Self-Evaluation - 18/01 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 17/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 16/01/15 |
She always thought
difficulties with things generally
would have affected her
much later in life.
But here she is midway
unable to take part
in their machineries.
Doors to continuance
are getting harder to open.
Chance seems to consider her
as an outsider.
And as for hope?
it no longer
Friday 30th January 2015 7:24 pm
Stare treading at roundabout bites untouched, considering kicks, saying:
"Santa tried a robust brew underneath crunches kindly surfacing."
Somehow, to act rightly brings unlikely, crusty K-mart silence.
Sing to another regal bird? Unintended comments kid, shallowly.
Strength tonight accentuates red breath until common kills slice
swiftly tomorrow's actions. Rediculous, because ugly ...
Friday 30th January 2015 6:32 pm
Also by Becka Brush:Math Pt. II |
Pitch black skies
An icy wind
Snaps it's jaws
Hot sweat drips
From steel cages
At the door
From unknown faces
Dead on the streets
Round the bar
By Daniel Tavet
Friday 30th January 2015 4:58 pm
It started one drop at a time
sweat, tears, blood -- it didn't matter
to quench the impatient parch of our pop culture.
when the flood came, we were already living
underneath, we barely noticed, on our own
down here in the abyssal zone.
we barely noticed until the fear came
crushing and collapsing under a sun so far away
we built beath that burning ball of ambivalence
and when when o...
Friday 30th January 2015 4:36 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:Autumn Division (1/18/2015) | Inept (1/11/15) | Marlboro's Men (01/09/2015) | Mosaic Meadows (01/08/2015) |
I was there that bitter cold day
When Winston Churchill passed my way;
Keeping watch beneath Admiralty Arch,
I breathed to the beat of the funeral march.
About the man no more need be said
Long since called to arms by The Glorious Dead;
But I was there that memorable day
When Winston Churchill passed my way.
Friday 30th January 2015 3:28 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:TAKING OFFENCE | BURNS NIGHT | MIXED BLESSING | WHERE ARE THE MODERATE MUSLIMS? | NEW YEAR THOUGHTS |
Recorded at Cuckoo Calling 29/1/15.
transcripts on earlier blog entries
Friday 30th January 2015 2:37 pm
When first the man next door arrived,
We shook our heads, we rolled our eyes,
With shaven head, tattoos and scars,
The man next door.
As time went by, opinion altered,
Gradually got to know this rugged man,
Always a smile and a shout hello,
The man next door.
If sun did shine, no matter season,
Upon the grass he’d float in beams of light,
His love of catchin...
Friday 30th January 2015 11:49 am
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:The Usual | Book | INSANITY'S BAR | Who Am I? |
There's a duck
In the shadows
But he's breaking out
His boots are heavy
His legs are tired
His wings are
Though his mind
And he stares
At the world
His wooden beak
For he is lost
He has lost
He has travelled
Though has no
Where he came from
Or if he is
Friday 30th January 2015 9:47 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:Hide and seek | (untitled) | (untitled) | The forest | The fair ground | swarm | Cave people | Paper dolls | The march of the living dead | count down | The perfect murder | Inside out | Like monkeys in the rain | castles that bounce | Marbles | Lying Eyes | Truth and Lies | half an eye | plug hole |
If there's a job not to be done in a hurry
If a task is best done slower than faster
If time is not of the essence
Then give it to me - for I am “The Master”
Yes, I am the Master of the Art o' Procrastination
If there's a cause to be lost
Or a distraction to be found
If you need a head in Cloud Cuckoo Land
Or ostriched in the ground, then
I am the Master of the Art of Procrasti...
Friday 30th January 2015 12:08 am
Obey or leave lady!
forget seeing me anymore
as the person I was yesterday
from now on
I'm going to sexually wring the dark
out of every night with you.
'Night-night hope the bugs don't bite' load of shite has had it!
you can drop the grim and grey routine
of retiring into some soppy book
for a few minutes before...lights out!......bollocks to light out!
Thursday 29th January 2015 7:52 pm
Interestingly enough, I was once in love,
counted my blessings, a gift from above.
with each little sound, my praises I'd sing.
I went along for a while, for what would this bring?
Happiness perhaps? Maybe some fun?
Maybe some joy, maybe a son?
A family oh my, now this could get weird,
I hardly now this girl, it's just what I feared.
Pregnant already, we had sex only twice?...
Thursday 29th January 2015 7:03 pm
Also by R. L. Fitzpatrick:The Art of the Clueless | The online dating game |
By chance I found you
without realizing it,
when lost in those days of madness and fear
Your presence invades the center of my thoughts;
my eyes turn towards you and stay fixed,
as if I’d had been waiting for you in silence
A clear and simple feeling overwhelms me...
I do not know you; I have not seen you
but feel a growing desire as I approach
every tenth of y...
Thursday 29th January 2015 12:07 am
Also by Noris Roberts:But it was so easy to love me... | Remembrance... | I write because... |
Out of nothing but instinct, And luck,
it leaves you in the palm of my hand.
Who need we'd be in like this, i mean fuck,
im in the palm of your hand.
Well our romance is a crime, and our affair is horribly right.
But im hand and hand with you already,
So lets just take our time, make it a hell of a night,
We can make it like counting sand,, just in the palm of your hand.. c;...
Wednesday 28th January 2015 7:03 am
Also by @d@m :(untitled) | F#ck your depression, F#ck your hope. | i dont even know |
I am aware that this place is mainly for Poetry. From what I have come across at least.
I found myself in a sudden state where I wanted to type whatever came to mind. No better place for people to read my writing. I am not looking for comments, I am not looking for feedback. I want a place to write where people don't know who I am. This was the only place I could think of.
Days draw in and out. ...
Wednesday 28th January 2015 6:58 am
Also by Amelia:I sleep with violence | Loyal to You. |
Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,
The world changes innocence,
It's best to disregard the past.
We're fated to don the cynic's mask
In spite of life's condolences,
Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,
Despite our ill-reaching grasp,
Or self-preserving countenance,
It's best to disregard the past.
The body decomposes fast,
we lose our precious permanence,
Wednesday 28th January 2015 4:39 am
Also by James Roper:Grandma | A fall in the Morning |
Sounds of a Breaking Heart
Was it the shattering of the glass?
Or the howling of the wolf?
Was it the crying of the wind?
Or did the rain fall heavier?
The ticking of the clock?
No, sounded more like gunshots to the ear.
The thunder rumbles ever so near
And the river seems to be running wild
Was it the crackling of a blaze?
Or an extinguishing gush of the flames?
Sounds like the break...
Wednesday 28th January 2015 2:22 am
Also by Smash Lee:This Song | Secret 2 | Secret 1 | Duet | Leave Innocently | Leveled Up | The Big Bang | Her Love | Whispers |
For those who are alive
To see the British newsreel
And remember the spring of 1945.
The British army entered Bergen-Belsen,
The heart of Germany -
The town of beauty and harmony.
Neat gardens, rich farms, …
All around seemed to have only charms.
English soldiers began to admire the place,
In any case, up to the moment
When they felt the smell.
It looked lik...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 8:57 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:The Picture | Bile of Crocodile |
Is our childhood a past life? Or a dream?
A place where we left a piece of our soul behind, at the playground, on the swing
A soul left behind, picked up gently by the wind;
&Then I wonder if time steals our innocence, or if its society to blame
&Suddenly nothing was the same.
&The pain, you wouldn’t believe the pain
The pain that lay beneath ...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 8:07 pm
Ashvamegh magazine is looking for writers and poets: https://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/new-online-magazine-seeking-submissions-ashvamegh/
Tuesday 27th January 2015 4:20 pm
Also by Leilanie Stewart:Free writing competitions from January 2015 | Two poems in Morphrog Magazine Issue 10 |
The revolutionary ardent
Bordering on a prophet
For democracy's advent,
Up on grabbing
The rein of power,
With a superb
For a tyranny
For political tugs to emulate!
Tuesday 27th January 2015 3:16 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:To hell I am inured | Old Flame | Come to Ethiopia |
Tuesday 27th January 2015 12:49 pm
Also by Chris Briggs:Writer's Block | Sign Of The Times | Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral | Spirit Of Christmas | Fuck it, I’m indecisive |
Hope I make the most of my gifts.
I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago
Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.
Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning
for the top where I oughta be.
Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see
possibly change someone's life.
All I want is for my family and my girlfriend t...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 3:49 am
Folded gently like
the hidden memory
of her smile,
Her parted lips
said more than
Tuesday 27th January 2015 1:46 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:(untitled) | (untitled) | Passe-moi un crayon |
They were young
and cowering in an alley,
fearful for the future,
as sirens screeched
The sky a molten white
of churning clouds.
trying to be anywhere
She turned to him
with moist eyes
and lips the colour
of arterial blood.
When he tilted
her chin upwards
her gaze never left
the yellowing smoke
Monday 26th January 2015 7:54 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Redemption | Broken Doll | Art Attack | Cronos (The Reaper) | Resolution #9 |
Scurrying like rats in the sewers,
Swiftly hiding from the flashlight.
Tree-climbing tailess monkeys,
Grinning mischievously down you.
An orchestra of laughing, screaming, crying, playing,
With a mad conductor presiding over them.
A football, a skate board, a stone, a stick, a leaf.
Digging in dirt or becoming superheroes.
Ignoring pleas for calm and quiet;
Unwilling to tidy, clea...
Sunday 25th January 2015 4:43 pm
Also by timmdaly:A bag of things |
Someone, whom I didn’t recognise,
smiled at me today,
a smile that seemed to meet her eyes
as I passed on my way.
And even if of little depth,
a gesture which costs nowt
put a spring into my step,
there can be little doubt
in returning her ready smile
my walk became worthwhile.
Sunday 25th January 2015 10:25 am
Depending on where you are I T can be pretty on the outside but then again not.
I dont know how exactly but Ive mangaged to survive.
There are wars but peace lives next door.
There's hate running amongst I T's grounds but love is always somewhere floating in the air.
It drives me insane how individuals like myself can become so settle
I T took me damn near twenty long years to STO...
Saturday 24th January 2015 5:45 pm
Also by Starr Steele:Unfinished Love... |
Does your heart stop
when confronted by beauty
Out walking on an autumn evening
a train intersects the low setting sun
crossing a bridge over the swollen river
our worlds' perfection is exposed
And my heart stops
like a level crossing
my heart stops
in that moment
I take a breath
a deeper breath
reeling in that moment
let the beauty in
Saturday 24th January 2015 12:44 pm
Also by Tom:Ruins | It Feels So Far Away This Evening... | Nocturne | Follow The Raindrops | Calligraphy | Artefacts | Blackbird |
My first book of poetry published in paperback. Available on Amazon and all bookshops . http://www.amazon.co.uk/From-The-Trench-Park-Bench/dp/1507602391/ref=cm_sw_em_r_awdcop_eu2Wub095R0JG_tt
Saturday 24th January 2015 9:29 am
I tend to
faith. I am
But do not
follow my example.
Do not hide
Let your light
of faith shine
bright for all
Saturday 24th January 2015 2:02 am
Enter the pretty young things
With fresh faced blue jeaned legs
Their hair long and blond
Not yet tied back
Not yet constrained
By babies, lovers, soft furnishings
Hard decisions and crushed dreams
Their conversation glittering awash
With all there is to do
Bags and coats
With questions, thoughts and ideas
Not for them...
Friday 23rd January 2015 10:16 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Celebration |
You see, life and death are endlessly in love
Life, hurt from seperation, frequently gives death eternal gifts
Death, lost in passion, takes these gifts and keeps them with her forever
Thursday 22nd January 2015 3:55 pm
Also by Summer:I Saw You |
A sharp inhalation of breath. Mine.
There! Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own? No, I’m fine.
Pressing on. Carefully. A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness. Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything. Only hear.
Where are the others? I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments ...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 3:46 pm
Drumming across windows
In both of the toilets
Banging could frequently be heard
Dragging chairs under the stairs
In the entrance hall
Thawed in the cheesy music
Leading to the main bar
Twitching across your back
Like a whistle blower
Drowned out by the noise
Over the sticky floors
And watered down lager
Curving into a maze of bodies
Aglow in a series of frantic lights
Wednesday 21st January 2015 12:58 pm
The way your hands attach themselves to my body
The way your lips stick to mine
That breif moment we stop and look deep into eachothers eyes
Trying to find forever
Love is mixed
Along with friendship
Together it made a clear view of our future
Take my hand
Take a risk
Lets start off our life
Repopulate the world
Make it our ow...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 4:42 pm
Also by ashley-monet:silence |
So very many of them,
far beyond, far far beyond,
any one individual's ability,
beyond the capacity of any person
to read, to absorb, to grasp,
Too much, too much
by a mind-boggling margin
as billions of new facts
are created every day.
Fresh mountains are added, whole ranges,
and you and I can manage
to take on board just six or seven
Tuesday 20th January 2015 12:24 am
Also by Dave Bradley:Metaphysical musing |
-the ramblings of another young girl-
This empty sky,
starless and dark,
reminds me of my heart..
and how you left it cold and broken
and rotting in my chest.
Monday 19th January 2015 7:04 pm
Also by .L.m.P.:iloveyou |
When January wind its fist doth shake
And wooden fences tear from their places
When horses start, when cattle shelter take
To the hearth...
Sunday 18th January 2015 8:15 pm
If we are lucky, we grow old; if we are wise, we will remain forever young.
Sunday 18th January 2015 7:02 pm
Emotions trickle out as two worlds collide
Forces pulling at every muscle
Making you want to smile day in and day out
For the rest of your life
Butterflies beating softly against your stomach
Attempting to escape
Knowing if they build up any longer
He will know of your excitement and overwhelming happiness
There is this funny thing we call fate
A single invisib...
Saturday 17th January 2015 2:31 pm
Also by Caitlyn Olszewski:The Glimmer |
Their lips meet in a soft kiss
She touches his face with tenderness
As he draws her body near, their future from here is very clear
Forgotten now, the world outside as you can see the passion in their eyes.
His kisses warm, helped to escalate the firm connection they often debate.
We have all night so don't go to fast, I want this sensually to last.
Make love to me, ignite that burning fire as you...
Friday 16th January 2015 9:52 pm
Also by Kate:Wiccan | What It Takes | Stuck Lonely Girl | The Run | Dissipate | Escape | I do not feel, therefore, I do not fear | To You | What Have You Done? | Beautiful Disaster | Why? | Why? | Affliction | Rapture | Me & You | Your Eyes Won't Let Me Sleep | Sweet Heart | Forbidden Love | Fate | Who Knew | Essence | Changed | When I Was Young | Catch My Breath | Far too long | My blood | Convoluted | Beloved |
The stars under my feet, the white country songs of
the marble sun morn the western flight in waves and
white robes and I see the other side with eyes of long
veils. There in the eastern cave of serene shades the
musk of Eros lingers in fair springs. O fair maid! O
little heart! Ever watchful and woeful in the folly of
I shiver in the starlight. Come, lily dreaming weeping...
Friday 16th January 2015 8:28 pm
Friday 16th January 2015 1:49 pm
Untraced in the darkness
Of bloodied roses
Over the next two weekends
At various birthday dos,
Raw from realignment
Pretending to be a tram
Ina turmoil of movement
In the acoustics
Of tender fingers
Lost in clenched fists
Falling through dust holes
Bottled up in hazelnut emotions
Of the birth of another re...
Friday 16th January 2015 12:57 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:waiting for Nancy (XVI) | Waiting for Nancy (XV) |