Poetry Blogs (May 2015)
Between toll of five and six
he wakes her dawn with scythe
of his restless thoughts and sighs.
She joins him tourniquet in
the morn that keeps them forlorn
longing for the sun to rise.
Who will blink bright first?
So tired, so tired, so tired
She prays today is that day
A dement relief of the pain
time refuses to heal hollow.
Stubborn clock ticks a reverse
making his absence far w...
Sunday 31st May 2015 8:22 pm
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Masquerade | Momento Mori |
In the ground I sit
On the ground I stand
I am full of hips that sway side to side
Full of my own soul
Full of my weeping
Full of knowing.
Someone tries to take a scalpel to my curves –
Chop them off
Surgically remove them -
Angry that I represent
the living breathing Earth,
swaying and undulating unde...
Sunday 31st May 2015 6:49 pm
Oh I've left you fucked then?
A wingless bird in its middle age squaked to a chick with eager wings.
Never pitty the flightless ones,
The fucks cant fly!
But when Grav-bound wings throw shit into the sky,
The Icarus worshiping pride trash like me cant wait,
To fall dead and burning.
I lost in your book,
But in mine,
I was born to be a missile.
Sunday 31st May 2015 2:00 pm
Also by Corr Lens:Whats Better? |
belief is the key to grief or glory
each commitment tells a story,
and inherited views are a war we must lose
so be wise with each step before you choose.
Sunday 31st May 2015 11:46 am
Also by ray pool:MUSIC - HOW IT WORKS | POSTERITY | GO TO CASKET | SAY BUDDY | THE MOUNTAIN | MOTHER | SHE LOVED THAT CARDIGAN | ANSWERS ON A POSTCARD | IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY | GHOSTS | RETAIL THERAPY | THE ASHFORD MIDDLESEX ENGLISH DICTIONARY | IN THE BEECH WOOD | GASOMETERS | THE SUFFERING OF A CLOWN | TANK GRAVEYARD | PAINT ME PINK | FALLEN IDOLS | WOLVES | WHERE DID HONESTY GO? | WHERE DID HONESTY GO? | THE PRESENT GAME | FUNNY BUSINESS | ARRIVAL | BEDOUINS AT LARGE | WE WALK TOGETHER |
A woman's voice calls out.
I walk dripping from the shower
to the bedroom.
Upon my bed a fresh white towel
upon that- my phone.
I place the vibrating 'phone upon
take the towel from the bed
and dry myself.
I lay on fresh sheets.
She calls again.
The Japanese voice enquires agai...
Sunday 31st May 2015 10:09 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:On stolen sheets | Request of a Lady | Her wet truth | Is | Vertices | Is this what borders do? |
A poet me!
Oh goodness no
I haven't got the wherewithal
but if you say you like the words
well then perhaps it could be so
I'll check the mirror on the wall
to see if I've the wherewithal.........
You know I think you have it right
you bring me shivers of delight
I must tell everyone I know
someone on Writeoutloud said so
A poet laur...
Saturday 30th May 2015 5:54 pm
Also by Philipos:OATS. |
These days indepth research is essential before considering taking up Apiculture, with its thousands of employees
Two bees flew into TESCO.
while out at work one day
both tired...agreed to rest a while
before they flew away
recovering on a checkout,
glimpsed the price of passing honey
Jesus Christ they chorused...that's a lot of money
three pounds odd for half a pound...that's a huge...
Saturday 30th May 2015 4:22 pm
It was the time–the one and only time–
And never afterwards a time again.
I sensed she was behind me, and I felt
Her desolate, enormous helplessness
With such a fierce compassion that it seemed
My very heart must claw out from my back
And leap the space between us…But, summoning
A strength from some cold fathom of the will,
Garrotted peace…Slowly I turned around
And, nodding curtl...
Saturday 30th May 2015 3:14 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Don Juan in his decrepitude | School time | The floating voter song |
The twisted void you call your heart
would love me to give in
and speak the nothing true words
you try to put in my mouth.
But I won't-I don't take dives
I am the driver of myself
a witness to your souls sickness.
Only strangers willing to share kindness
keep me alive
on this journey according to your misguidance
through wastelands and deserts bereft of hori...
Saturday 30th May 2015 11:38 am
Parody of Adam Ants "Stand and Deliver"
I'm the Tory highwayman who you're too scared to mention
I earn my cash from raising tax and sheer exploitation,
We will take your dole and cause bloody devastation!
The way things look nobody will qualify for next year's old age pension!
Stand and deliver your money or your life!
Doesn't it make you shiver, this tory way of life!
I'm the Tory h...
Friday 29th May 2015 9:07 pm
Dha Kro’z Ov Al-bi-an
(Tak’n frum ‘Dha Book Ov Kro’z’)
Koww Koww Koww
Wit wich hurd mi ple -
Kum down in hur
sno dres fin’ery.
Koww Koww Koww
“Giv mi vois”, sez I,
“For Kro iz sik ov
ra’ging at gray ski”
Koww Koww Koww
“I wish mi song be hurd,
tune’ful as a
prit’i lit’l burd”
“No, No”, sa she
“Nev’ar such a thing -
for u ar blak ov hart -
as blak of wing”
“I se u on ...
Friday 29th May 2015 6:31 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:The Song Of The Wandering | Once Upon A Time | National Wealth Service? |
I’d rather be a coward
than a liar, I suppose.
Then I might console myself
by thinking, well,
at least she knows.
I could play the lover
and she’d think her love secure;
but I cannot pretend I haven’t
fucked it up before.
Friday 29th May 2015 10:36 am
Sung: from rung to rung
pushing the greats out of their graves
climbed out of styx asylum on day passes
overstaying through the night.
Folded vocal cords,
cannbalized from others sooner fallen
drunk like bravery,
screaming for enlightenment
up into darker skies, daring
spitting, spraying blood and scar tissue
one more friday to stave off death:
Hope is an opiate. K...
Friday 29th May 2015 7:13 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:Napkin 3 (5/23/15) | Sweetheart in A-Sharp (07/28/2011) | Captain Hook | cleanup (05/17/2015) | Solicitation (05/16/2015) | Mirror Prayer 2 (5/16/2015) | table scraps 2306 (05/07/2015) | slush time pun (05/06/2015) | Danny Nucci 0637 | Napkin Kiss 2 (05/03/2015) |
You inoculated me, so I was immune to your love
Thursday 28th May 2015 11:15 pm
Also by Chloe:What Is Love |
You'll find them among most types of mob
With shuttered mind and open gob.
You'd be forgiven for wondering what they do for a living
When they prefer to be taking rather than giving.
They'll shout you down in your own small protest
And you think they might actually be seeking arrest
From the ranks of police that wearily try
To make sure the peace doesn't go too awry.
Thursday 28th May 2015 11:11 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:GOODBYE TO A LITTLE LIFETIME | QUESTION | PUBLIC RECORD | SEA OF RED |
Currently on the cusp of discarding my next planned collection as pointless so thought I'd give these a last airing first, blow the dust off the shelf before retiring gracelessly
Thursday 28th May 2015 7:27 pm
Also by Paul Sands:sleep the sleep that hate permits | that secret |
I want to run, far far away
Where the grass is green, and the children play
Where the sun is beaming and the skies are blue
Where the days are longer and my dreams come true
If I could fast forward to that happier place
Perhaps ill feeling would disappear without a trace
Though If I cheated time, I might cheat myself
Perhaps challenges and realisations are encapsilations ...
Thursday 28th May 2015 6:13 pm
Also by Christian Reeve:Doubt | Butterfly |
When you don’t know who to trust
And everyone feels so far away from you
Don’t let heavy thoughts force their way out of you
Hold still and don’t break down.
Among the crowd you’re not alone
Don’t break though tired of the deceit
Just look around and you will see
The lies you see are made by you
Don’t put the blame on anyone
You have a choice on what to see
Thursday 28th May 2015 2:42 pm
Also by Clive:Wish | Perspective | Saturday | Can't Sleep | Integrity |
A Model Archaeologist, my debut poetry pamphlet, is available for sale on the Eyewear Publishing website. For £5 it would make for a great summer read! http://www.eyewearpublishing.com/products-page/books/model-arch/
Thursday 28th May 2015 9:08 am
Also by Leilanie Stewart:The Proletarian Poet part 3 |
I'm not sure how we started
But you must've been part of the mass
The love that I've encompass
Also the love that has come to pass
You must've been a dream that I've dreamt of
Or a dream I've yet to realize
A fairytale concluding in "Happily Ever After."
A fictional account to my real life
A continuation of the semicolon
There of and there after
You're my beautiful disaste...
Thursday 28th May 2015 5:15 am
Also by Smash Lee:Last Letter | Your Voice | Constellations |
Standing close behind
She shudders in anticipation
For his commanding touch; but
He denies her such satisfaction
Only applying goosebumps to her skin
His hot breath teases increasing her adrenaline
Fingers hooking the straps of her top
Pulling over those soft shoulders
Drawing down ever slowly like molasses
Cascading over skin on winter morning
The cloth rolls over nipples perked
Thursday 28th May 2015 1:52 am
I’m boiling at 14 degrees
I’m boiling at 14 degrees
Where is the love of my life ,please
Dishes piled high
TV full of shit
Where is the love of life please?
I’m boiling at 14 degrees
Cigarette burning, wine pouring
Litter over flowing
Where is the love of my life?
Thursday 28th May 2015 12:33 am
Also by David R Mellor:I realised i was me | There is no party of the poor | A life laid out. | Shut Down | I voted conservative | X marks the spot , it will hurt |
No sleep for me-again.
Coppers arrive,do nothing and go-again.
Man and wife thing-again.
Ambulance men arrive-again.
Sadly,after tonight,they won't ever need to come back-again.
© Patricia Wilde Wednesday 27th May 2015
Wednesday 27th May 2015 11:31 pm
Latest poems published: http://oddballmagazine.com/2015/05/26/two-poems-by-joseph-robert/
Wednesday 27th May 2015 8:47 pm
Rome lays bare its bones,
a body dissected for sightseers:
in a corner of the square, the spot in 44 BC
where the Senate met and Caesar fell.
Pillars, ruined temples, marble lavs
uncovered, for the cats to colonise.
gnash their teeth in vain.
In the nearby shadows of a back street
small shrine to politician Aldo Moro,
found in the boot of a...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 5:23 pm
Remember that our next meeting is a workshop, not a meeting! Sarah Butler, a successful author, will be enlisting our help to find The Heart of Stockport. Just bring paper and pencil (or bark and scraper if you prefer). Our work will be used in a text/textile project called Unpicked: Restitched, about which more can be found here: (https://unpickedrestitched.wordpress.com/).
Here is a litt...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 12:53 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:May Collage Poem |
The ugliest thing I’ve seen was removed from my body
It was multi-layered different shades of brown and wet gray
It was a flesh-serving platter stacked high with dead tissue
I’m escaping skin again after eight years of recovering from
The last reincarnation of my ever-evolving soul and
Body has no choice but to come along and suffer in pain
Snakes do it in g...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 11:00 am
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Until Rapture Melancholy | Brass Rings |
Deceit is my custom. I am the trophy of my home The joy giver to my family The honored and respected Gratified not hindered But yet I disappoint, In war with my thoughts and heart. It's exhausting When I try to step away from, from the smoldering fire It attracts me like looking at a cosmetic set in a magazine. The falsehood population is increasing, I try to cease this deed, so that I...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 8:57 pm
(Written and performed yesterday at the wedding of my No1 daughter, Sarah, to Robert Shersby)
When people ask of me
What would you like to be
I think of all the dreams that I’ve had
I’d choose the perfect groom
Perhaps Orlando Bloom
Or Daniel Craig or even my dad;
Instead I am Bobby’s Girl
Here I am, Bobby’s Girl
But that’s OK cos I love him you see
I’m glad to b...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 5:23 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS | IT'S GOOD NEWS WEEK! | OLD AGE KICKS (RLS) | THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE (I Don't Intend to Die Rich) |
In the distance I see him there,
smile spreading cross face,
hate and fire filled eyes,
he will be my demise.
With a mighty roar,
Earth shaking as he sprints,
My fate is sealed.
I spur my steed,
Steel my nerves,
Focus my eye on the Wolf,
Knowing I will die,
I am calm.
My aim is true,
I throw the Swaying One,
and the Wolf yelps in fury.
Blinded is he,
by spear and veng...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 3:17 am
On the replacement bus
Created a bit of a fuss
Told him the shuffling mass
Onto the number eight
Were on a journey
Of 'Take That' Northern Cleansing
To meet their fate
The laugh he threw back
Hit my face
And we soon turned Into a disgrace
Over the seats
You told me
And I, you,
Of black pudding meats...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 1:34 am
I dreamt about you
for the first time
You were in a hospital
I climbed a rope
with a rose
between my teeth,
up three storeys
at dark blue midnight
to your bed,
slipped in beside you.
There was a man’s voice
and I felt the warmth
and the firmness
Tuesday 26th May 2015 12:39 am
The following was written by
my niece Cynthia Smothers Carter
and is used with her permission.
But I have come to the conclusion that
it has always rained on Memorial day
and I have figured out why.
The rain is the tears of all our fallen
Soldiers past, present and future.
Thank You for Your service and the
ultimate sacrifice You have m...
Monday 25th May 2015 11:03 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Hidden Acrostic Poem |
"Today”, introduced us
She greeted in zealous voice
I shook hands too;
Keeping at my poise
Innate was her halo
I unzipped my rucksack
Hers’ was unexplored story
Mine was a setback
Grief is beyond abyss
I can’t prune in verve
She shuddered me & said
“Ah!! You never had the nerve”
Novice and yet-to-come
She had sheath of my wisdom
While I s...
Monday 25th May 2015 4:52 pm
Also by Juhi Gupte:He too had a dark side |
A petal flutters spirralling
Through the upper air
Like a breath upon a snow drop
Monday 25th May 2015 10:32 am
Also by Mark Hallam:My Gilded Benign Senses |
I drink, I smoke, I swear, I curse
I help, I soothe, I ease, I nurse
I bag, I satchel, sling, and purse
I'm loud, subdued, verbose and terse
(I don't even know what that's supposed to mean)
I write, scribble, doodle,
Using my noodle
But I sure as hell just cannot verse.
Monday 25th May 2015 9:10 am
in a world of false opposites
where very little has meaning
I pick at the word angst
first in the german
- then in translation
and back to the root cause
the necrotic neurons of neurosis
and dally in denial
at the prettiness of daisy chains
bitten lipped slit and threaded
and threaded by girls in summer dresses
they show the V of their knickers
Monday 25th May 2015 4:12 am
Also by jeremy young:birth of a nation | alive | cinders | you have to be fair | father forgive me | 6.10 | roots | lunch on the go | thirty years | 56 | posing | ists | sketch | waiting for bombs | thug racists | bedsit | english carnival | after an early supper | on the royal birth | may | the dying wish of the shaman | twitter poems |
Humanity She is bound. Held down by the hands of many, all exclaiming innocence whilst the gagged girl lies fragile fallen flawless, in all but reputation. Meaty hands grope her broken body, caving into primitive desire that destroys virgin innocence, peace defunct.
Sunday 24th May 2015 6:33 pm
Also by Lauren den Besten:nr. 1 |
I hear you in my statements and see you in my face, Constantly I search for this place that doesn't exist, Where I was of worth to you, Instead I am an obstacle in your path, You have chosen to discard me all in the name of love, Or so it would appear, but it is clear it is only your fear that has left me here, In a disarray feeling betrayed, because of you I never measure up, You taught me ...
Sunday 24th May 2015 5:14 pm
Also by Nick Michaelian:Bridge | Now She Knows |
Its Saturday night at the taxi rank
street angels are steering girls to the cabs;
legs over tits like a Picasso and
it’s wild, and it’s laughter, and songs are buzzin’.
So can you hear the people weeping?
can you see the children dying?
All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love
as you drove your taxi through this world.
And the laughter and the love in t...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 1:49 pm
Doubling in the distance
Peering into scenes
From ancient books
Ripening in prophesises
Trespassing on our future
Buried under bent grass
Hung high even now
Even in the shadows
Creaking into silence
Like going out to your own funeral
Left out to dry.
(For Michael Gove - wrote after readi...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 11:33 am
Breasts are something to be ashamed of, something to hide,
Yet something that a kid will suck on just to stay alive!
Something everyone once depended on once in their life
Yet something evil, something I must hide
A man's nipples are useless and yet just fine
The woman's are lewd tho to a hungry baby divine
To wear one layer of clothing!
A sin God forbid despite the sweltering heat
Friday 22nd May 2015 7:09 am
They made you feel so wanted.
They took your heart and bathe it on roses
They caress your old scars with kisses
Make you believe there’s nothing else more beautiful than their existence.
They look into your eyes and touch your soul
They make you crave for them more
They say one word and it vibrates your heart in whole
Make you fantasize you and them growing old.
They made you feel l...
Friday 22nd May 2015 6:01 am
Also by Qadriya.S:I guess I'm afraid to love you | Deny | The lying wasn't good enough. | Demon I can't live without | You came in right after he broke my heart. | Rehab | You | Serendipity |
The warm and jolly streams of wind
Are finding paths all through my hair
Just to escape the summer sun
And hope that it won't find them there.
They played this game all through my past,
But for today I couldn't care.
I have a problem on my mind
Thant won't disolve in boiling air.
I dream of rest for broken minds.
I dream of peace inside my head.
The one I ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 3:43 am
Friday 22nd May 2015 3:02 am
Also by Narset Yves-Serge (Torc/Shiek):To Live Dead | A Broken Mind, a Sound Body |
You say that I'm a dreamer
and so I may well be
but the dreams I have
aren't just for me,
they're for you and all to see.
The dream is of love,
of life free from harm,
a dream of peace and
shelter from the storm.
The dream is the lifeblood
flowing deep in our veins,
the dream will always be
for all to see
and all that remains.
The dream is t...
Thursday 21st May 2015 6:23 pm
Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:THE BALLAD OF THE LOOPY HAMSTER | DARK PANACEA | DAD | CURTAIN CALL | BREATHE | CHANTING | THE BALLAD OF BOB THE BUN | THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER | A LONELY LAMENT |
“Metcalfe weaves rich, earthy imagery with vast dreams of the cosmos. He explores the inner through the outer, provoking visions of eternity, gracefully leading the reader through the edge of the solar system into the infinite abyss and back into the depths of the ocean bed. Love is emphatical...
Thursday 21st May 2015 5:05 pm
Have you ever thought about this girl?
The girl that does her hardest to please you
To go out of her way.
To take a fall to take a shot
But all you do it block her out
Hurt her to the point of no returning.
She decided that being silent is the best way.
No one will bring her to her knees
Making her want someone to see.
What exactly she needs.
The silence t...
Thursday 21st May 2015 4:22 pm
Also by Hannah Metsker:Not mine | Mad | Remember | Unsteady |
A protest song I wrote recently. It fits to the "Prince of Denmark's March".
Out with a world of contracts to cheat us
Out with the lords who hoard their gold
Out with a world of sanctions to leave us
Starving in the cold
Take hands and march to show
Our strength shall grow
And we shall not fail
Take hands and let them know
Society is not for sale
These are the dreams of safety and j...
Thursday 21st May 2015 12:09 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:Fire and ice-cream |
You were supposed to be my knight in shining armour
You were supposed to prove them all wrong
Cause back then you were young, and dumb, and stupid
But now you are old enough
To know that you can’t be out here breaking hearts
I guess that’s where we fell apart
I was too busy trying to protect us
And you just didn’t care at all
Making me look foolish over and over again
Thursday 21st May 2015 6:32 am