Poetry Blogs (Dec 2015)
I saw the cat today in the lane
its back towards me
but aware that I was there.
A hedge absorbed it
the lane alone again
and another feline plan unthwarted.
The puddles saw the plan pass on by
and the dance again of soft pads
leaving me behind
blundering on my upright way.
Thursday 31st December 2015 8:59 pm
Also by ray pool:IN CHURCH | CHRISTMAS HAS GONE | MORE NEWS OF A GOOD KIND NEIGHBOUR | ON THE LAST DEEP COAL MINE CLOSING | ANTARCTIC CHRISTMAS | CAVES OF TEMPTATION | WHITE NOISE | ELVIS LIVES ON | THE MINE OF TRUTH | HERE COMES RELIGION - AGAIN | A DAY OUT WITH THE NATIONAL TRUST | TIME WELL SPENT | GHOST HUNTING AT BORLEY | FATHER CHRISTMAS FLIES HIGH | MORTAL REMAINS | ON THE EDGE | FINAL SCENE |
Football was fun and something to not flunk
before school, recess and lunch, we were clowns
we played even if in the mud our Chuck’s sunk
I can’t consume their commercial spunk
between the fake-war-field kicks and downs
they want us eatin...
Thursday 31st December 2015 6:30 pm
I've been issued a quest
I need to achieve
A kiss, just one kiss
On New Years Eve
Is a kiss what I need?
I'm thinking not
Why buy into the hype
And hope for the jackpot
I'd rather sit home
Snug & warm by the fire
Than go to the pub
In my party attire
But oh how I'd like
A kiss - just to feel
Like the new year was perfect
To make it seem real
It's what everyone does
So I'm led to...
Thursday 31st December 2015 5:21 pm
Also by Pixievic:Longing | A Guide for Potenial Lovers | The Perils of Online Dating! | Not Invisable | Christmas Message |
the bitter soapsting
of measuring spiders
eyeing them up
by dinner plates
As if one day I'd be eating next to them
Those jumping wingclippers
of the afterlife
Thursday 31st December 2015 4:33 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:Jack the Chaser (12/30/2015) | Stephen Furst 0342 (12/29/2015) | Long Light City (12/27/2015) | bluelit 2 (12/23/2015) | azucar grim (12/20/2015) | Left 2 (12/13/2015) | to sleep (12/13/2015) | ☲ | cynicism (11/25/2015) | iceberg (12/06/2015) | hope you can guess my name (11/29/2015) |
We live alone.
We die alone.
It is the natural state of things.
There is no need to fret about it.
Those seemingly close, will see out our end.
When we die it is with no regrets
Our life force extinguished.
We need to have lived out our life,
To the full, to the brim,
From our central hearts core.
Nothing is more important, nothing more !!
Thursday 31st December 2015 3:44 pm
Also by joe ranter:(untitled) |
From Emperor to Vampire, journeying through to final place of amoral monk.
Dwelling in ruined fort, a habitual sin of retired idleness. Momentary contemplations
to follow the birds south, he spends his days tending a garden of lilies in the desert.
Holding his demon captive for too long without his hands, she now writhes naked
and tied to column of penitent temple. Tresses burnt...
Thursday 31st December 2015 1:50 pm
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Christmas Eve | Unrequited | Empty Tomb |
dripping lead pipes lead to razor blade epiphanies
and the time machine is broken and this fucking headache behind my eyes will not
and i have control of the stock market but not my hair colour
and my lava lamp tells no one who i am and my poetry bo...
Thursday 31st December 2015 1:05 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:mechanics | this is the end | tiffany | junk 2 | volume | one sugar | shit robin | the anxious poet opens his rejections | mrs dalloways 15 minute haikus | a life sentence | The Flower Ladies of Tallinn | trunk | ∞ | take to the track | julia | inter vivos | causa mortis | 60/16 | cat | gecko | drain | untitled | Fight or Flight (my second ever rhyming poem) | serenity |
New Years Eve
At night I stood in the winter chill in the moonshadow stark and deep,
And looked at the village soft and warm safely and soundly asleep,
The last year has ended its pleasure and pride and gone is the glory and pain,
And the wind that chills my heart and my soul has settled its ice on my brain.
For I wonder what will the new-year bring as we stride through it...
Thursday 31st December 2015 9:07 am
Also by Ian Gant:RESOLUTION | Donkeys |
Frustration is the hardest part of life , when no one listens and no one tries . Night after night you toss and turn . But night after night you will always return . The Same old feelings , that life isn't fare . So why do these people who abuse our children walk free . They are Repulsive need Chasing , need Catching need Force . To Erode them Defeat them , They Need To Be Caught . We should a...
Thursday 31st December 2015 5:50 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Speak And Tell | Worry Free |
As I sit here smoking my cigarette...
I realise I will never die
because, I have never lived
never breathed in the air of a new day
without attaching the exhaust to it.
Never tasted a kiss
anew (anew anew FOR GODS sake, let us be seated)
always tinged with sadness and regret
like the parting from you mother (BLAME BLAME just open the wine)
does she wish I was another
Wednesday 30th December 2015 11:42 pm
Also by David R Mellor:When one is touched |
Wednesday 30th December 2015 11:00 pm
The monkeys in the parlour banging on a drum
The child is skipping in the yard, watching having fun.
A boy of only seven dressed in his Sunday best Is chasing the can down the street, all his friends look on impressed
The mistress is getting ready, with her lipstick shocking red,
slowing pulling up her stocking and putting perfume upon her chest.
The old ladies washing clothes again...
Wednesday 30th December 2015 8:13 pm
Also by Ria Richardson:Urgh.... | Chemotherapy | Cancer | lost love pt 2 | Snowfall | Blah blah! | As I lay to sleep | William Green | You lied | shrine | Lost Love | Misfit | Look up | Tom doesn't give a shit | Clatty |
Since hatching out of a cocoon,
This butterfly has had many tastes of pollen.
So many whims and fads on which to feed,
Just like the hungry caterpillar.
Whilst being an infant – he would froth at the mouth,
With every new idea and urge,
Driving friends mad and give them a reason to bully.
First it was cowboys, plastic soldier armies, world war 2,
Action men and St...
Wednesday 30th December 2015 2:21 pm
Also by David Addington:Window Grey (1994) | merry Christmas | So Easily Pleased | Kindle publishing | Sunset on sleaze | Mother Christmas (97) | ABSCESS (1996) |
Loneliness breeds sadness.
Like an illness it spreads,
takes ones breath away,
grips ones heart,
in a strangling knot
An apparition of love
appears to soothe and comfort,
but as it evaporates and is gone,
a wave of emptiness takes it's place.
A look, a gesture, seems to offer love,
but it is only a memory,
Wednesday 30th December 2015 11:22 am
Also by Jill Ashforth:Colour | Shadows | Today's pleasures | Lost | An old love that deepens | Skipness Painting | Porto Colom Beach | Dreams of Pushkar | Agra's Jewel | Sunrises |
get some of this
as day and night
from night to day
who is trapped?
who is trapped?
may be y'all
the dance is for the motion!
Tuesday 29th December 2015 5:40 pm
I dreamt you were little again;
We were walking through Filey in rain;
You looked so cute in
Your first romper suit;
I dreamt you were little again.
Your mittens were tied through your sleeves;
Your red wellies kicked through the leaves;
Your new woolly bonnet
Had fake fur upon it;
Your mittens were tied through your sleeves.
Were you happier then than you’r...
Tuesday 29th December 2015 5:39 pm
Also by John Coopey:ROUND JOHN BURGIN | CHRISTMAS WRAP | IF | ANOTHER MORAL DILEMMA | JOSE MOURINHO | The Masterly Strategy of Inactivity (Not In My Name) |
Oil-rich Arab neighbours
Are close by troubled lands,
Yet where are the labouring saviours -
Where are their helping hands?
A much-vaunted religious teaching
Seems common to them all
Yet where is its charity reaching
When conflict comes to call?
It sees its disciples fleeing
Far off alien lands to roam
Does it see what we're not seeing
As its millions see...
Tuesday 29th December 2015 4:15 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:Bah! Humbug | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a Seasonal re-post | MOVING ON - for my sister | QUESTION | OPERATION OVERLOAD (or D<FOR DEMISE>-DAY!) | WAR AND PEACE |
If I scratch the surface,
would I find an itch?
or would I find a chasm
corroded by a bitch
either them be true
my conscience it doth say
just stick a plaster on it
we'll look another day
Tuesday 29th December 2015 4:58 am
Also by PatricioLG:Out at sea | Christmas Cracker |
Oh, Hello sweet angel
Are you here to take me away?
Just let me sing one more song
Before I start my journey to the afterlife
You’re an unmovable mountain
Gentle as the ocean
Sweet as honey
God’s greatest creation
You've seen me, do I look okay to you?
You laugh and I smile back to humor you
I know you feel me next to you
Even though this is for the las...
Tuesday 29th December 2015 12:14 am
Also by Keith Williams:Chapter 14:Her | Chapter 13: Ghost | Chapter 12:Her | Chapter 11: Ghost | Chapter 10:Her | Chapter 9: Ghost | Chapter 8:Her | Chapter 7:Ghost | Chapter 6:Her | Chapter 5: Ghost | Chapter 4:Her | Chapter 3: Ghost | Chapter 2:Her | Chapter 1: Ghost | Decemeber Morning |
For a night
Just for a few hours
Let's pretend love doesn't hurt
Hold me, nestled against my growing belly
Your hand, as it travels all the way down
To stake claim to what is not yours.
Monday 28th December 2015 3:44 pm
A somewhat revised version (i.e. - a fair bit improved i hope) book version of Waiting for Nancy is now finally out,
A copy can now be bought from http://www.lulu.com/shop/http://www.lulu.com/shop/gray-nicholls/waiting-for-nancy/paperback/product-22502540.html?ppn=1
Or get in touch with me directly and we'll work out the price from there.
A new sequence which i think will form Book 2 'Sel...
Monday 28th December 2015 9:54 am
You must know
Life is not a show
You go up, you go down
But stop acting like a clown
You may pretend you don't care
Anyway you know what we share
Every time we both meet
We're falling in love a little bit
I do love you but never said
I'll still be like a shade
Will be watching all your moves
One day you'll see it proves
That the one from the past
Was always first to give help fa...
Monday 28th December 2015 8:05 am
Also by Sandra Meryem:Too Proud to be happy! |
at half past four
the farthest moor
ran blood red
with sinking sun
early gathered guttered leaves
catching hint of winters breath
in the lingered still of dusk
while in one hundred kitchens
baked beans simmer
beneath the steam-whistle of transition
from the polarities of the classroom
to the less defined contests of the home
this samian splendid ...
Monday 28th December 2015 1:22 am
Also by jeremy young:Sonnet to 1680 |
Moon a round cheese
A curve of scimitar at dawn
Scything the sunset
D for destiny
Ballooning at midnight.
Sunday 27th December 2015 7:30 pm
Also by Freda Davis:Sudoku |
These words in my head
have been left unsaid
for i am not yet dead
but you have left me speachless
and i now have no beath to speak
and you have made me week
week in my knees
for i cannot see
how much damage you really coused me
i cannot speak
my mouth just dropped
but these feelings cannot stop
i love you so
so much that i cant take no more and ha...
Sunday 27th December 2015 4:24 pm
Also by Madison Martin:50 words just for you. | My last resting place. |
Remember when we kissed all night
on cliff tops
in ostentatious style
with absolute certainty
standing in rivers
rolling on haystacks
To lose ourselves in kisses
was all we ever wanted
‘lose yourself in kisses’
that’s all I ever said
Do you remember
the last time ...
Sunday 27th December 2015 4:09 pm
Also by Tom:A Quiet Night At The Telescope |
No one likes lonliness,
It's an endless pit of darkness.
Battling gruesome demons,
Struggling to forget those wretched memories.
Decayed flowers and surging tides,
Lonilness is sleep deprivation, a weak soul, a cold heart,
Lonliness is my biggest demon.
Friday 25th December 2015 1:08 pm
Through the green lanes, following the cemented roads;
With new hopes above head,covered with blue mould.
I was on my way to discover new sea;
Miles and miles afar was the new world awaiting for me.
To catch hold of it i got wet in the rain;
There's some kind of young drug running in my vein.
There's still hope in the lifted hand within the crowded lane;
There's it where i can settle ...
Friday 25th December 2015 10:42 am
Friday 25th December 2015 8:18 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:...and a new pair of shoes | Thyme ll | ...Thyme | Radstock road | strangers' meeting | i kant stand 'em | what some soldiers do | Bombs away (but what do I care?) |
Just want to wish all poets a very merry christmas and all the best for the New Year.
Let's hope it blossoms into a year 'we all' would cherish. It prolly won't, but, don't give up hope.
A poet without hope, is a redundant poet! After all, it is the hope for change that keeps us going, keeps us writing.
Have a gooden.
Thursday 24th December 2015 9:33 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:21 Grams |
All hail the Winter Solstice!
The everlasting Sun
Force of Light and Life
Returns to us once more.
O Sun, we trust Thee.
Thou wilt not abandon us
To desolation of shadow
And frozen sleep.
Your guardians of gloom
The gliding Moon, your Eyes of Night
And Sky Fire.
We celebrate and make merry
With feasting, drink and song,
Thursday 24th December 2015 4:19 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Child of Beauty | Cherry Jam |
I buy hotdogs and some buns
The amounts do not tally
So I have to buy more hotdogs to finish the buns
Then I buy mor buns to finish the hotdogs
Maybe if do this often enough
It will cancel itself out
Or more likely
I will become bloated and addicted
To hotdogs and buns
And buy funeral cover from the same supermarket
Where I buy hotdogs and buns
But if they take my custom lightly
Thursday 24th December 2015 3:15 pm
Also by Declan Grimes:Where's Me Brief?: She Knew Ronnie Biggs When He Was Still Someone Worth Knowing | Are You Taking the Piss Out of My Pint? |
The sun with its
Fingers of ray
Caressing and dubbing
Thawed the ice,
Which a brook,
Forward to advance!
When will my
The frost of loneliness
Begins to liquefy
In a way
Description that defy
A soul mate's voice
And enticing eyes
With a heart
Engaged in ecstasy
Thursday 24th December 2015 2:01 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:A Far Cry From | Remiss in expanding | A True Friend | Double victory | Truth Has More Risk | Diffrent faces of the same coin | Bouncing Back | Regeretted I | Yes indeed 'Music is life's Sound Track! ' As on the rail of time An old song verse Transports us back A decade or a score Even more, To recollect A quality time With a lover We spent Though probably Now the boat Is irretrievably lost. Or it makes us rem |
He's always by my side
Sometimes a step ahead
Sometimes a step behind
But no matter where I am
He follows me like the sun
And wears me down like the moon
A reflection of the mirror
And all that I can see
Is the enemy....
Thursday 24th December 2015 4:38 am
Also by Smash Lee:Our Songs | Theory | Shock Proof | By the Hearth | Blurred Lines |
Sweet dreams. I hope the grass is greener, and that the people give you the time of day as they pass you by; a stick to cleave into the dirt so that you will know when to murmur my name and flutter your glassy eyes.
Wednesday 23rd December 2015 7:03 pm
Also by Andrea Sharpe:short #3 | short #2 | short #1 | love | goodnight | foresight | excuse me | huh? | PTSD | falter and break | no esteem | late night? | birthday |
Title:A YOUNG CHILD THAT THE FAMILY LOOKED UP TO. Your parents never vacillated their hopes in you, But you vacillated until you became vacuous. Wilful child,you s
Wednesday 23rd December 2015 11:57 am
University student paper
The Tab magazine
popular annual competition
cute and loveable
naked asses exposed.
Sculptured so well
curvy blonde Katie
cheeky cheeks showing
slender flowing model
fully frontal statue.
University library showcases
santa hat Anne
well rounded red
slim white ring
totally bare buttocks.
Traditional dining hall
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 9:47 pm
I have three sisters
three sisters mine
they all hate dancin’
they all love flyin’.
they fly round the kitchen
while mother makes tea.
Tatiana makes three.
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 8:54 pm
Also by Mikhail Smith:... the glass from the mirror. |
It is almost Christmas but it is wet and very windy out there. So let us rewind to a poem I wrote a while back as we go in search of some heat and romance.
This poem ‘Arles, 1992’ was written in response to a photograph. A group of us from Herga Poets got together with a local photography club and wrote our responses to what they gave us. We worked from the prompt and went our own direction –...
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 3:33 pm
Last night I played with fire
The kind that burns blue,
And melts something new.
Last night I played with fire
The good kind
The kind that burns,
Never to tire
Tuesday 22nd December 2015 12:10 pm
Also by Leorah Rohnaz:Flooring it | Stop signs are there for a reason | Muddled Brain Puddles | Closed Door | An Animal Painting |
Invent a war.
Something bloody and fratricidal.
Lose an uncle to barrel bombs
a brother to secret police.
Three years in, flee.
Pack only what you can carry:
clothes, smartphone, children, cash.
Slip away at night, in silence.
Take your leave of the flat, bakery, office,
rubble-filled streets where the kids once ran
shell of the cafe where old men
drank qahwa, played she...
Monday 21st December 2015 4:59 pm
Also by steve pottinger:this will be a re-run |
When without you;
Scrolling; I kiss your display pictures
Seems it has become a ritual
Browsing through the reveries
Once you gave me that key-holder
I caress it as if an amulet
Just sipped-in something bitter
Navigating you inside somewhere
Can sense those flashes
Arms holding me from behind
Every part of me getting unwind
Monday 21st December 2015 4:53 pm
It’s Christmas Eve and the streets are overflowing
With smiling happy faces full of yuletide joy
Sitting spellbound before a blazing festive fire
It seems not so long ago when I was just a boy
But now I’m grown and all I have is memories
Of happy days and nights so innocent and pure
Oh mother of mine if only you were here
I miss you so much this time of year for sure
Monday 21st December 2015 12:04 pm
One, two, three, four
Solitude surrounds me
The odd one out
Baring chattered teeth
Or so it feels
I can't really say
But it exists
And it aches
If I had a wish
For only one thing
All I'd ask for
Would be a friend for a day
Sunday 20th December 2015 7:08 pm
Changing metre without reason
Treated as poetic treason!
So treat the metre with respect
convey your point and with each step
must use the beat to your advantage
And use the rules to micromanage.
Sunday 20th December 2015 12:14 am
Also by Daniel Wardak:Ti tum ti tum ti tum ti tum ti tum | Whispers | Slave | You. | Deathfire Grasp | It went; |
Lulu sits in her coupe
smoking home grown
outside 'Billy's Super Rib'
that proudly never closes.
Where she works
for seven years now
listening to Mexican radio
that annoyingly never ends.
There isn’t much
Just the dust
and the sizzled wind.
The boys that
come and go
on motorcycles, methadone,
Saturday 19th December 2015 3:33 pm
I have always liked
The touch of trees
Old or young
With or without leaves
I like their shape
I like the way they grow
Tall sharp and upright
Buckled or bent
Blown and hewn
Not manicured or sawn
I like their roots
The way they
Contorted and worn
Saturday 19th December 2015 3:10 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Napalm death | Church of stone | Drop the needle |
Light, it shines brighter than the stars
shining throughout space, n' through our hearts
Bringing hope to our world.
It began our lives,
entering our eyes,
Soothes all but one,
Put the shadows on the run
Saturday 19th December 2015 7:46 am
Fifty fucking years
this black snow’s fallen
It fell on my father
and his father before him.
into the grey December light
cold and tired.
Home to a bath
and the warm hearth
A bond of men
tighter than brothers,
thicker than blood,
darker than midnight.
All gone now,
Friday 18th December 2015 11:07 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Herod | Broke | Perhaps... |
Like I’ve Never Felt
Feeling like you can never be happy again
Heartbreak after heartbreak after heartbreak
But, one day
Someone walks into your life
And they make you feel like you’ve never felt before
For once something is working out
All you can seem to do is smile
And you feel your heart being put together again
Friday 18th December 2015 9:04 pm
He’d three lines and a gleaming neck,
stunk of Imperial Leather.
I was gagged and tidemarked,
the Mother of the Messiah.
Under strict instruction
I smiled beatifically
with muted mouth, and purple feet,
in Bethlehem, in Primary.
Virgin Mary, Mother of God.
Silenced, made to breed.
But Joseph (famous cuckold)
was worth three lines of speech.
Friday 18th December 2015 9:30 am
Admiring the view
Thankful for it's beauty
So I can close my eyes
and picture it still
The scene is owned
As realisation strikes
- I own nothing
- I know nothing
how each hill was f...
Friday 18th December 2015 5:24 am
Also by David Lindsay:Sod Santa! |
Cracked mud. Black trees. Dead grasslands.
Vast lagoons reduced to puddles.
Jungle Babblers scuff beside the pathways.
A few ducks dabble.
But I remember Bharatpur before,
in ‘89 - the wetlands shimmering.
A haunt of Sarus Crane and Painted Stork
where duck counts peaked in millions,
and how a young man stood here once, bedazzled
by dancing cranes and divin...
Thursday 17th December 2015 8:51 pm
Also by Tim Ellis:Tom's last poem | Rhino swansong | Access weekend | Noah was a modern man | Bigfoot | The frog maker | END OF HISTORY SALE! | One hundred reasons to plant a tree | This bird |
Risk your life for Freedom
Or endure a life of torment.
Stress the future or the past
Or live here the Present.
Calm is found in being here,
It's like the promised land.
Leave behind the tears you've cried,
Come here and take my hand.
Another Time, another place,
Another Soul is trapped.
We must liberate them all,
If we are to adapt.
The Body is what grounds us to
The Earth in which w...
Thursday 17th December 2015 6:05 pm
Also by Eric Berard:The man with eyes of Gold | His mind stood like a fortress once | Don't hold on to the past | You can't hurt the boy | Free yourself before they bind you | As I wipe the tears away | You make my whole world turn | Let all thoughts pass, emotions too | Once again, my vision fades |
The smell of burning paper which got extinguished in the rain.
The droplets of thoughts carry away my pain.
The cloud of judgement blurs out my sanity.
The screams of retribution diminish my vanity.
The pool of hypocrisy drowns me in.
The lewdness urges me to commit a sin.
The sacks of truth got leaked on its way.
The window of discrimination blocks out the ray.
The bowl of...
Thursday 17th December 2015 12:02 pm
I won't put her in a place where she'll be forgotten,
Where the floors are dirty and the bedclothes are rotten,
Where others will taunt her and strip her of pride,
And watch her slowly wither, when her soul has died,
I will keep her and love her, as she loved me,
I will cook clean and sew, her mother I'll be,
And for that I'll be thankful and keep in my sight,
As I pay back the love, that...
Thursday 17th December 2015 10:59 am
you would walk us
to the newsagent
in your Sunday best
As you chatted
over the papers
with News of the World
we each chose a gift.
Thursday 17th December 2015 10:42 am
Mum, you are my candlelight,
my angel, and my Silent Night.
More precious than a gift of gold
who wraps me up when I am cold.
Mum, you are my Christmas Day,
my North Star, and my snow bouquet.
You are my joy, my verse, my rhyme,
who I love more each Christmas time.
Thursday 17th December 2015 9:38 am
Risky potential in another file
Back row snog leads to a smoke
Down on the couch with my
Ticket to ride
Carrying yesterday second hand
Across finer memories across leafy roads
And cherish the richest poor child,
Wellies, winkle-pickers, sinking mud.
And Mary pondered these
Things in her heart –
Women are smiles. Love wears wellies.
Telephones are sex...
Wednesday 16th December 2015 10:27 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:Hats off to the 60s |
At tennis, she's graceful and healthy,
and then, in the car park, so stealthy.
I'm having some fun
with Miss Joan Hunter Dunn.
Yes, Surrey's more fun if you're wealthy.
Wednesday 16th December 2015 9:58 pm
Yes..I am sensitive...
When someone beloved behaves in a nutshell,
Yes I am sensitive..
When someone creates hallucination of kindness,
Then become barbarian,
To slay your inherant inborn kid of innocence,
Yes..I am sensitive,
because..I like to talk about such philosophical stuff,
That makes you aware about unseen despicable conditions through your soul,
Wednesday 16th December 2015 1:16 pm
Also by Ravi Tanna:My Brother |
Lines to an aborted foetus.
It was most
discourteous of us
to suffer you enter
into the ante room
Tuesday 15th December 2015 10:31 pm
On the first day after Christmas
My true love and I had
A terrible, terrible argument
And in tempter
She threw a variety of pots
And pans at me,
so I strangled the
Partridge and burnt down the
Pear tree that my true love,
My true love gave to me.
Things didn’t get any better
By the end of the second day
When she started
throwing plates at me
And so, in a v...
Tuesday 15th December 2015 10:08 pm
Intolerable acceptance, detached from chaotic reality,
we plunge progressively towards fabricated evolution,
embracing technological connectivity and simultaneous
dissolution of physical associations.
Attenuated perceptions of humanity at interent’s-length,
we surrender sentiment, favoring sheltered isolation,
disengaging from life’s unpredictable authenticity,
while content w...
Tuesday 15th December 2015 1:37 pm
Yesterday I met an elf
Sneaking around in my shed.
What's your name?
I heard myself say
Giorgio, but you can call me Fred.
So what ya doing here
On this cold and wintery day?
Am gathering silvery, glistening spider's webs
For Fairy Titania's wedding dress
Gladys, the wood nymph,
Is busy sewing them together
With fine, golden threads.
But just now she's...
Monday 14th December 2015 2:10 pm
Also by Anita Connor:Friends | In the beginning | Gone on holiday! |
Greetings! My debut poetry book "Now" is available on amazon via Kindle Edition and in Paperback!
Happy Reading & Writing!
Sunday 13th December 2015 3:26 pm
Heavy bourgeois stone
Composed of music, Pop Art
Cult of youth, sexual reform
Hides darker truth of
Racist chants, stiff-armed salutes
Gas mimed through hissing teeth
Bananas hurled from terraces
At startled, spittle-slicked forwards
Boys raped in children’s homes
Prey for the Great and Good
Gagged tight for decades...
Sunday 13th December 2015 2:36 pm
Weaving sunlight in one’s hair
Is not easy, uncle Thomas,
As you should have known best of all,
As I had to learn overall.
The days are grey and my energy saps
Sunlight I can no longer produce
And it’s all for nothing, all for no good.
I wish you had told me before.
And to tell me you tried, I grant you that,
My ears inattentive, or biased, or sad.
Saturday 12th December 2015 7:09 pm
Also by Celia:Dead of night |
Julian's Yeats poem reminds me of one of Shelley's:-
ENGLAND IN 1819
An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying king,--
Princes, the dregs of their dull race, who flow
Through public scorn, mud from a muddy spring,--
Rulers who neither see, nor feel, nor know,
But leech-like to their fainting country cling,
Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow,--
A people starved and stabbed in ...
Saturday 12th December 2015 7:07 pm
On re-reading Yeats' poem, below, I realised how apt it is to our own period, and slightly larger conflicts; seasonal, too.
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere ...
Saturday 12th December 2015 6:21 pm
Friday 11th December 2015 12:51 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:Where I am |
Did you hear Goliath’s footsteps?
Tip toeing with a base! But dinosaurs can’t walk steathly.
Only a cat would; the house will quake if an elephant tried a scare ploy on me
Although it would be a scare, I’d also have to prepare for my fear.
Head back to cushion
Adjusting & sifting through these statistics
Did I just distinguish seeing myself see my...
Friday 11th December 2015 6:59 am
My great great great gran’mother.
Where are you Rosanna?
I thought when you die, you remain
to protect the children. I thought
in every shadow you would stand.
I dreamt Rosanna wore her ring.
She passed it to me saying; “I must go.
The shadow is for you now.” How can
I belong to a gypsy and not understand?
Gran’mother you left too soon.
I’ve become a brittle leaf, Rosanna. I
Thursday 10th December 2015 5:43 pm
Stone Circle on Divock Moor
Double ring of seventy five stones
Mostly flat set in the banked moor surface
Purpose unknown, lost in the mists of time
Bronze Age man must have gathered at this moot
The eastward view, mountains folded on one another
Fell-sides changing colour with the seasons
Provide a dramatic background
One large stone with no markings, no runes
Thursday 10th December 2015 5:29 pm
She loved her baby as she walked in that room.
Sterile and steel and cold.
It's not so black and white,
A sea of gray in which to swim.
The hum of machines like the lullaby she will never sing.
She loves her baby.
Maybe in another life, more generous to her.
Maybe in another body.
She loved her baby as she walked in the room.
Thursday 10th December 2015 4:09 pm
Christmas is on a murderous rampage
And I have neither the heart
Or the money to get
Still I’m reasonably up-beat
No meat or fine whisky
But good health
And the warmth of a woman whose
Love and patience
Continually astounds me
She’s away at the minute
I wasn’t invited
No big deal
Thursday 10th December 2015 8:47 am
You click me or close me,
I will accept you anyhow.
You want me or you choose me,
I will reach you somehow.
I have been created,
for realization of your mistakes.
So that you are never complete,
and so you will need more retakes.
I will stare in your face,
even while you shout or scream.
I will come again,
even if you have no time too see.
Thursday 10th December 2015 8:00 am
Also by Jojomon:The Days of our cries... | Hinfallen |
She wanted freedom and security
Something that confused him.
Lock her in a cage
Or give her wings to grow.
Though he loved her very much
He cannot do what he does not know.
Thursday 10th December 2015 4:32 am
Also by me.:Bodies |
I've stolen Beelzebub's iphone, now I know the numbers of his friends
he's stuck for eternity without Facebook, oh how his hell never ends
I nicked St Peter's Kindle, now his words of wisdom are unsaid
Because I changed the password on his account, from Heaven swear words are sent
I hacked into Moses' iPad, now it's a tablet of stone
I wiped every file from the hard drive and chang...
Tuesday 8th December 2015 10:11 pm
To here the melody of birdsong,
and the distant church bells ring,
to feel the wind upon your face,
and see the beauty of a buttrerflies wing
to walk through dewy pastures
on an early summer morning,
and stroll along the country lanes
just as the day is dawning
to sit beside a trout stream,
and wile away the hours
and watch the rabbits at their play
amongst the mea...
Tuesday 8th December 2015 6:15 pm
Also by oldlancsman:The Demise Of My Town | What ever happened to the good old days. ? |
Looking over the shoulder
wasn’t so long ago in past
With hoards of aspirations
and prospects spread vast
Near lifetime since elapsed
never took stock to assess
All dished if in conjunction
or dealt out somewhat less
Known paths earlier chosen
how divergent turned about
Handful proved pleasurable
few could be done without
Tuesday 8th December 2015 3:05 pm
It's Christmas Day and you're stressed as fuck
'Cos all of the dinner you've still to cook
The bastard turkey refuses to defrost
The plot is gone, somewhere it's lost
It's been in the sink under the tap
The giblets are out and are staring back
It's as hard as fuck, it's as hard as ice
So into the garage and into the vice
Take the hacksaw in your hand
Feeling the urge of ...
Monday 7th December 2015 6:44 pm
Also by Chris Briggs:Hats Off To The Creatives | If Only........ | Why? |
After what happened recently in Paris I wrote about the killing of innocent people.
Busy people going
About their lives
Fathers, husbands and sons
Mothers, daughters and wives
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The public running away
Watching their backs
Shock, horror and disbelief
Children screaming and crying
Wanting a parent or guardian
Sunday 6th December 2015 4:24 pm
Sunday 6th December 2015 3:35 pm
to my sick
The cave where dreams stab at the clumsy waking mind.
Where the wounded and forgetful sleep crow is welcome and not mauled,
by the growling brown beast of perceived consciousness.
In the day I walk-
confident in the ground beneath my feet.
Falsely sure of the surrounding wood, predictable and ancient.
Sunday 6th December 2015 12:31 pm
Also by Corr Lens:Tow Truck II | Tow Truck |
Thin rags stuffed with straw we wore
in that terrible winter of 1960
Grass tying it around our bony bodies
Neighbours shuffled through the village
fell dead as dolls asleep in the street
Doll-like remained unburied in the cold
Silence frozen on the careless air
The last ox eaten as it died
Fowls and ducks taken by The Party
no grain being left to pay the tax
Saturday 5th December 2015 11:10 pm
Also by Charlotte Peters Rock:Chicken soup | Mother's Ramble |
Lovely news this morning. Just heard that my poem, 'Minced Lies' has been selected by poet, Di Coffey, to appear in the Winter Showcase of publishing house, Poetry Space Ltd.
You can see the ten poems chosen by Di Coffey HERE. Go and have a look.
Have a great weekend everyone.
Saturday 5th December 2015 10:14 am
How do I love every poor soul that walks this Earth
Or doesn’t, because sometimes they can’t
How can I say their each trial pains me to the core
When I know they’re just another face in the grand scheme
How do I say ”It’s going to get better” each time they tell me Death is a-knocking
A deplorable lie is the best I could give
How can I say that God is fair to all
When I see ch...
Saturday 5th December 2015 5:38 am
However hopeful a feeling
Some would be left reeling,
Would leave tomorrow without a greeting
To know hope could be so fleeting
If so selfish or altruistic
Hope can seem just unrealistic
Perhaps ‘twas there in drunken need
A separate drink would cause to plead
For reunion with the previous thought
The calm, contented one I fought
With bloody bleakness and co...
Friday 4th December 2015 11:38 pm
Friday 4th December 2015 4:46 pm
So, you realize that everything is falling downhill
You realize you are helpless and bound by the shackles of society
You realize that you spend your time
So you can spend money
So you can waste your time
That while all of this distracts you
Children are being tortured and killed
Families are being ripped apart
Violence pervades both in reality and in entertainment
Friday 4th December 2015 4:17 pm
How can something strong be so frail?
How can something beautiful start to pale?
why does forever not last forever?
what do i do to find me a prayer?
I chose for love not cast or creed,
I chose a man who made me feel freed.
Religion turned our parents, they turned on us,
I turned on him, he turned on me.
I am caged again, my wings clipped again,
Nothing but rel...
Thursday 3rd December 2015 8:45 pm
I want to be alone,
but only within my family.
I want to to teach you
but only with him too.
I want to help myself
but only if you help me.
I want to be confident
but only if you are there.
I want to be creative
but only if you allow me.
I want to be a parent
but only if I’m parented.
I want to be an adult
but only if I can be a child.
I want to feel emotions
but only if you hold me...
Thursday 3rd December 2015 3:26 pm
fades into grey
i carried your name
into the pale
of the waking birds
Wednesday 2nd December 2015 5:24 pm
It’s a funny thing
How the world doesn't end
But how it tries
Still everything is foreseeable, some say
And there is a pattern to these things,
Just as the way the milk swirls
Around the coffee cup
The solar system
Relaxes into it’s golden reel.
Even the very scene in this cafe
With its table and chairs
Dated December 1st
Are all part of predet...
Tuesday 1st December 2015 10:55 pm
Your weary legs walked proudly to your seat
And having sat you could not bear to stand
Since standing meant submit to slow defeat
Forgoing principle for lame demand
Arrested, charged and jailed, you broke the law
But stood your ground, the senate heard your plea
While Martin Luthor spoke for what he saw
Supporters gathered strength, they set you free
Tuesday 1st December 2015 9:24 pm
Your eyes maybe a little calm, however
Those blue hazel eyes ones of innocence,
Which I could stare forever.
You are naughty in whatever You do,
But You make things happen with prudence
That often ends with a Phew from You!
The cookies You eat from Your Pannikin,
Wagging Your tail as a sign of Thank you
Which we don't expect because for us You are Kin.
You don't besmirch...
Tuesday 1st December 2015 3:37 pm
He was just a bit of a tearaway;
That's what the neighbourhood said,
'til him and a gang of his cronies,
Stamped upon an old man's head.
The years in Borstal didn't reform him,
In fact, they just made him worse,
On release he attacked an old lady,
Broke her arm to get at her purse.
Typical bully with a coward's heart,
And with age he learned to grow fly,
Tuesday 1st December 2015 9:30 am