Poetry Blogs (Aug 2015)
Collin Pulmano on (4 hours ago)
smoke spiralling toward a retired ceiling fan
long exhausted, still spinning
over shaded stucco,
worn and grey as home.
I'm remembering black lipstick, eyes locked
far away, at the peak of a phantom cathedral roof
built so much higher than this apartment
in a space between the cracks,
in a place of sunken, silent ships,
queued onwards and thru sonic trances
as the thought of midnight da...
Monday 31st August 2015 11:12 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:ether shuffle prayer (8/30/2015) | motel (8/23/2015) | karaoke 3 (08/21/2015) | afterthought 2 ( | lucky lager shuffle (08.16/2015) | Ray Charles 0414 (08/11/2015) | Scott Peterson 2049 (08/09/2015) | first will prompt (08/09/2015) | why i don't mow my lawn (08/06/2015) | Ray Charles 2428 (08/05/2015) | echolocate (08/01/2015) |
The day suffocates my soul
Each minute sends me further
The more I fight the harder my body fights back
Good things happen but I am blind
The only thing I hear is silence
Faces pass, I smile back only out of habit
My body has learned how to pretend
But my mind will never grasp the concept
My heart aches constantly
It pushes against my rib cage
It is a prisoner trying ...
Monday 31st August 2015 8:33 pm
What good does it do to complain?
The fates are blind to all of us
Look at the winter fly
Dead upon the sill.
This morning I swept away three more
Their bodies still intact just their tiny souls departed,
Like cars abandoned on the roadside
In a film about the end of times.
Sometimes it’s as simple as that,
The best years of your life
Defiled against a...
Monday 31st August 2015 8:00 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Kitchen |
To write down
Pen and paper
Hope to inspire someone
Monday 31st August 2015 5:20 pm
I decided on a hair-cut
A £7 trim
‘TONY’S’ was two minutes
Around the corner
When I stepped inside
He was leaning back against
Filing a nail
It was just after 9:30
And I was his first customer
He bid me sit down
Before spraying my head
He began to comb and
Monday 31st August 2015 2:33 pm
Also by mike watts:Nothing |
A ship sustaining
A tiny crack or thick
Is destined to sink,
Awaits the same story
A pilferers-leached country!
All the grotesque
Faces of corruption—
What is more inefficient
Must not go out of
Expected corruption to bar
In its bid to spur
The ship of development...
Monday 31st August 2015 1:55 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Great Tiding | Think before you ink! | Don't be a sheep in a goat's age | Newton Fourth Law | To win or to remedy? | (untitled) | The survival of the slickest |
I used to work in a car body shop
We specialised in top of the range cars
Now anyone who knows Holloway
Will automatically know
That if you drive a nice car
You are a drug dealer
Or you are lost
The place I worked
Was directly opposite
The women’s prison
And the saddest thing
Was the ladies who were let out...
Monday 31st August 2015 8:02 am
Also by Stuart Buck:push | fun house | the poet dies | wings | hokey cokey | sonnet | qwerty | kirigami | switch (for michelle) | stung | 30 | lost | swallowtail | Haiku Selection | a rich vein of form | Mayfly | Ctrl B | Ladder | Brenda #2 | spaghetti junction | II | sterile (i am not) | I | 10,000 lux | £1 | pang | Arlo #1 + #2 |
My friend Terrence
was a little happy sole,
he didn't need a kennel,
nor a house or a hole.
His home was a shell
that he carried on his back,
so that all he had to do
was drop down on the track.
Then he'd pull his head inside,
followed by his legs and feet
and he’d look inside the fridge
for something tasty to eat.
If it started raining
or got ...
Monday 31st August 2015 2:36 am
Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:THE BALLAD OF THE BALD HEDGEHOG | THE SPOILS OF WAR | THE UNINVITED GUEST | THE LIE | WHAT IF | POOLS OF LOVE | POETIC PULSE | RAW EMOTION | MOTHER | OH ENGLAND |
"there's good news and bad news
which do you want first?"
"I'll have the bad news."
Thus Murdoch became rich on human weakness
sad but true that this philosophy is cheap to run
like an old friend clapped out expecting little.
GOOD NEWS COMES AT A PREMIUM!
(well it wouldn't be cheap 'cause it's special)
with bad news you can...
Sunday 30th August 2015 11:20 pm
Also by ray pool:THE INSECTS | THE YARDS | IN THE VALLEYS | IF YOU STAND QUITE STILL | KU KLUX KLAN | IN THE TOWER | WHO IS WORTH MOST | TOWER OF CASSETTE | LET'S HEAR IT FOR BLACKPOOL | a simple message | ABOUT NOTHING | PEAKS AND TROUGHS | MARY CAN'T MAKE IT THURSDAY | THE BABIES | I TRIED TO REACH AN AUDIENCE | EDUCATION | MOTORHOME | CLIPPIE |
Man made, masonry maze
So distant from our base
Open heart and an hourly haze
An everchanging face
Years would take to see each square
And elsewhere are our years
One could be a long affair
Rest stay behind the ears
Or perhaps with perfect planning
Not all but many fit
Squinted eyes and vision panning
A few could see you sit
Wonder where to place the blame
The picker of our len...
Sunday 30th August 2015 9:54 pm
The collection of Frida Narin's poems are not a nostalgic work; the past is not in the habit of painting romantic pictures. The boarders in Narins poems, from north to south and from east to west, are not lines separating humanity. The flags in the collection of Narins poems are not raised to separate the people of the earth from one another. These flags must be sown to create a carpet for childre...
Sunday 30th August 2015 12:14 pm
On some nights I miss you so much I want
to perform a lobotomy on myself. Remove
the image of your shoulders against his
from where it is lodged inside of me, burn
all your pretty words from my frontal lobe
so that the next time I see you, everything
will look like static. It is all heartbreak,
dragging my quiet body home and trying
to remember the last time I felt this alo...
Sunday 30th August 2015 7:23 am
Also by Ameeracle:(untitled) | Was for her |
Looking back in hindsight
I wonder how some
Of my ex girlfriends
Would have handled me
Sian who lived with her wealthy parents
And who kissed me with a desire
Beyond her tender years
Would have resented my inability
To keep running down to London.
Helen would have sat in front
Of her ever increasing cocktail bar
And have said what the hell
Can you drink now
Saturday 29th August 2015 2:06 pm
Also by Andy N:Collaboration in memory | Autobiography |
Along the long and winding road
You’ll reach a spot where paths will cross
There you know not where to go
For either leads to unfamiliar ground
You’ll never know where they may lead
Unless you choose to follow it
But know that you may never know
Where the other could have taken you.
Saturday 29th August 2015 1:01 pm
woke up early
out of bed
slip on some socks
stare at the screen
shutters still closed
not ready for the world
putting off looking at that unfinished piece
Saturday 29th August 2015 7:03 am
The days of feasting and hunting seemed unending:
The seasons passed: the hart in the woods bred
And reared its young year on year,
We ran after them, the spear sang a song
of whistling death. We joyed.
We painted on the walls, drank mead,
The feast-hall lit by dancing flame on flame
Chewed the meat, swallowed, wiped gravy off our lips
And threw the dry-sucked bones on the midden.
Friday 28th August 2015 10:08 pm
Also by STEVE RUDD:Brodick Seafront | Weather Forecast | Building Sandcastles With Sir Iasac Newton |
We ventured in for ten minutes,
Our little circle of Globe Trotters and SAS Sigs,
But there was no life,
Just acrid tobacco smoke
And stale alcohol,
But the Rebel MC was having none of it;
A Newcastle Pub dead as a dodo
And nowhere to go-go!
So we pissed what we could
And let fly a dance,
And before we left the whole
Pub was in trance...
Friday 28th August 2015 6:25 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:Adventurous, Forthright, Calamitous, Old! |
Three more rain drops beat
Staccato, full stops, to leave
A promise on the wind:
The storm will soon begin again.
Friday 28th August 2015 5:18 am
Also by James Roper:Short and Sweet | A Passing Thought at 5AM |
This story happened in one school
But … for God’s sake, keep cool,
it can't be taken as a rule.
Once when a teacher of math fell sick
A teacher of physical education came, named Nick.
He wanted to show how intelligent he is,
So he said: Solve my problem please!
-A car moves at a high speed.
To go to Spain a plane I need.
Can you tell me my age
If I read a book on the last page,
Thursday 27th August 2015 3:03 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Smart Little Johnny | Smart Little Johnny | Humor | Humor | Elijah The Prophet | Elijah The Prophet |
You'll have to have been where the mail doesn't drop
Or where the papers and TV don't find you
To be unware of "black man shot by white cop"
Ad infinitum - just to remind you.
But the absence of the following has my mind in a whirl
"Black man shoots white TV news girl".
Thursday 27th August 2015 12:51 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WEB | YOU BET'CHA | MEASURES |
Heading down 395
With a head full of gold rush stories
An eye full of mountain ranges
Thursday 27th August 2015 10:32 am
Also by Corr Lens:Security I Guess |
May it be that you and I
Spend an eternity together
May it be that you and I
Live and Laugh forever
May it be that you and I
Live happily ever after
May it be that you and I
Always start a new chapter
May it be that you and I
Love the way we smile
May it be that you and I
Walk 500 miles
May it be that you and I
Hold each other tight
May it be that you and I
Always know when to fight
Thursday 27th August 2015 2:42 am
Also by Granger:):Today |
This bad kid
Thursday 27th August 2015 12:43 am
Over cheap wine, where you might as well have offered me white vinegar
The smell assailing me but drowning out your bull crap
Steepled fingers as you waxed eloquent. Intellectual, some?
And your yarns about poetry and form and structure
The candle flickering, what a waste of a good candle
I could have put it to better, use, mmm
Nice and thick
But you drone on, buzzing, humming...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 5:44 pm
All the faith carried in your soul
all the morphine lightening the load
they play a strange sad game
they lie in bleak dark ways
I listened to the doctor speak
while you read some ancient tome
and, yes, you know your body well
but pain isn’t the cause
This belief takes its small toll
the colour and the hope both drain away
defeatedly you feel you’re fading
But you’re not fading
Wednesday 26th August 2015 5:39 pm
I’m going to write a psycho-list,
A peloton that’s better missed
Those Lycra clad with ugly shapes
Untrained unwanted jackanapes.
At two abreast and six ranks deep,
It’s up the hills they weave and creep.
They think they are the public good,
But only serve to boil the blood.
Of course they have a right to be,
But so again has little me.
Wednesday 26th August 2015 3:08 pm
the sadness of sundays
reds, yellows, browns and golds
of stormy autumn
and as I walk
I have in mind
the fragility of a veined
and who am I to resist
Wednesday 26th August 2015 12:25 pm
Come gather around you good people,
As I tell you this little story,
I warn you, it's a bit gruesome,
Because it concerns a hand of glory,
Which was a body part from a hanged man,
The jailor would sell it for the highest bid,
Bought by one versed in the secret arts,
(The next verse tells you what they did).
They dried it out and then embalmed it,
Muttering words of ...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 10:41 am
Also by Ledger de la Bald:The Spider In My Beard | You'll Be Old Yourself One Day | The Turd | ...And Along Came Jeremy | South Sea Island |
(Someone far cleverer than me wrote the title as a 5-word summary of how foreigners view the English - an old post)
I never cease to be surprised while we're on holiday
At the number of occasions that a French waiter would say,
“Hello. What can I get you?” in perfect Ang-a-lais
How did he know so quick that we were English?
While you're shopping in the mall you see a fami...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 8:56 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE VERGER AND THE MAGISTRATE | Happy 35th Wedding Anniversary | WHAT DON'T I KNOW ABOUT CRICKET? | IT'S NOT 5-0 IS IT NOW, GLENN | QUI ES IN CAELIS (...who art in Heaven...) |
I need a friend,
Someone that wouldn't need my words to know something was wrong,
My body is weak from being strong,
I want to lay down my broken and lost thoughts,
I've lost track,
Of tears that I've forced to keep in, awaiting the second I get home to let them fall,
I need someone that would see past this wall,
The wall I've spent a year building up.
I can be surrounded b...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 8:04 pm
Can I remember my password; sorry I meant are the frozen peas still in my bag
Mushy I am
I leave bank cards in a supermarket pay out tills
The whole of Wirral is riding round on bus passes I leave
Mushy I am
Droplets of my money
Are rolling down your street
I type in endless passwords
All wrong of course
I’ve given my bank pin number
To a te...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:49 pm
Also by David R Mellor:Just a bit part in life’s big movie screen | We Can’t Corby wrong | It’s 1979 again | The Big Picture | I HATE YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART |
He hangs out
With the clouds
From the skies
Who surround him
Like the remnants
Of a Cuban cigar
He checks his
In his still
Are about to
All over again
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:22 pm
Is it the destined way of man
To plead to beg
To scratch and scrabble
Clawing through naked earth
Like a desperate hungry animal
To dig down to the very depths
Of all that he holds dear
To snip and to sneer
At his own ability
To watch himself flounder
On jagged rocks
Cut and bleeding
To chip away at every sliver
At every splinter of every letter
Of every w...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:00 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Down the pub |
Trying hardest to dispel
but the feel’s returned
Perfect thought utopia
has tables since turned
Back at a very juncture
bit uncanny and unsure
Strong urge to move on
for an enigmatic allure
Environs are inhibiting
lackluster same routine
Needs ditching tedium
& explore vistas pristine
Mettle’s taken beating
but the intent s...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 6:42 pm
"Ignore the unfounded rumours
of pus- in your milk,
which are also quite scary,"
said the white coated chap
with the clipboard and cap
and the man who's
in charge of the dairy.
words and foto T Carroll
Tuesday 25th August 2015 4:12 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Sodden | ...take those lips | Vertices iv | "Oh you are a mucky kid" |
Isn’t that what it’s always been between us?
Lightning rods taking every hit.
The shock was inevitable.
The passion was undeniable.
You are the bolt of pure energy.
I am the body of water you longed to touch.
But by God,
Tuesday 25th August 2015 5:15 am
With thoughts becoming words,
Walls that once stood surrounding,
Now stands in between, mocking.
Restlessness haunts eyes,
Moments of Vows, fires denies
Paths once chosen together,
Now stages reasons for fights.
Reasons found once to stay,
Seems melting away like ice.
Cowardness blinds submission.
Arrogance blinds Love.
Monday 24th August 2015 6:25 am
Also by Jojomon:Love Alley! | Curse, at a Price! |
Paxos, with it`s gnarled groves of olives and crazy stone walls, is a goblin island. It leans to the east, as though some giant Titan of antiquity strode across it and tilted it. The ground water is brackish due, it is said, to greedy exploration for oil. One suspects, though, a more tolerant attitude before the project failed..
The `real` town square was the triangle glimpsed through the churc...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 10:12 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Corbyn and and the death of Marx? | Paxos (cont) | Little David | (untitled) | Form and function |
“Ich habe noch einen Koffer in Berlin” an old popular song in Germany
A Suitcase in Berlin
I still have this suitcase in Berlin,
It’s stuffed with receipts for comradeship,
Paid for anonymously by hours lived in fear:
Of betrayal, of interrogation, of the camp,
Of footsteps on the stairs at dawn. I listen
For movement behind the wall of this day.
The hours pass slowly-the ...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 9:00 pm
Poetry Online Slam was created by Bristol based Poet Matt Duggan who won the erbacce prize for poetry in 2015.
You can find out more about Matt here http://www.mattduggan.webnode.com
Why did I create the Online Slam? I wanted to connect poets from all over the world who wouldn't get to see some poets reading LIVE! Plus, None of that dodgy judging or rent a room Poet B/S. I hope this projec...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:59 pm
Also by Myriam San Marco:The Chocolate Poetry Club |
Forgive me as I dip my pen into blood of the past.
Memories. Hanging bright as the whitest moon
in my blackened, indecorous thoughts.
I was his lover, his muse, his friend,
his counsel over secret canal side walks.
Both sharp suited, professional by day,
we drove fast through boundaries
into love first after taking vows of never.
Towpath widened into world of champagn...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:03 pm
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Caring through Silence | Residual Haunting |
Sunday 23rd August 2015 5:08 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Born of Dark Blood | Born of Dark Blood |
What do I want? What do I value?
What do you reject?
What matters to me? Whose opinions do I heed?
Whose do you ignore?
I no longer care what anyone thinks of me,
Or my actions.
You realize, of course, that you have fixed
The anomaly of your state:
You are trying very hard not to care;
But you do...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 12:09 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Li Po | For her | Two Formal Poems (re-posts) |
A perfect excuse to
Sunday 23rd August 2015 5:52 am
Also by Harvey Williamson-Knight:Days |
Can't believe you didn't add.
Makes life sad.
Back to work on the first,
David makes my life worse.
Shut the window.
That local girl,
Stalked her in your pictures.
Not looked at her baby yet.
Do you want me to look for you?
Saturday 22nd August 2015 10:45 pm
Also by Miss:Hurt=Poetry | I blame the parents. | Our lives are all mapped out by our minds. |
Speaking volumes with their eyes
Before the coach had even left
Let alone hit the motorway
Stabbing words echo deep
Petering on a seat
Tirelessly moaning spray haired
Oxidized in seconds
Climbing walls in a closed space
In a language not yet wrote
Microfilmed in barely suspended anger
Snow like in a silent explosion
Observing just one thought
Just one sentence over and over
Saturday 22nd August 2015 7:56 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:Heading towards 50 |
Coded in red, yellow, green
Mounted on a pillar so high
Re-painting the urban scene
Directions, displays and drivers
Gentle lights shimmered,
enough to stop rushing mob
Equating the chances;
for everyone to throb
Speed -bumpers couldn't intervene
Mind was intra-vocal and dominant
Criss-crossing the passersby
Yet my speech was silent
Saturday 22nd August 2015 5:26 am
The undefined boy with his tears torn apart Trying to cope up with his cries With his blood sheded life Made a barrier of darkness in his heart inside Stopped trusting those crowdy greedy eyes Living in d blackened arena of dead perception Broke dose illusive fences of truth ness And gone in laps of never lasting loneliness Coated with humanity daemon emerging inside Tried my best to mak...
Thursday 20th August 2015 6:01 pm
dressed in flannelette
the Snow Queen pales
against her pillow.
in a final contemplation,
seeing neither near nor far
though knowing earth beneath a primal sky
will be the regal destination.
The King rests
Thursday 20th August 2015 9:31 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Tableau 3: Tempest | Tableau 2: Night of Years | Tableau 1: Return of the Snow Queen | The Melting of the Ice - Prelude |
This is a new creative writing workshop starting at West End library on Winsor Road, Denton, Manchester, M34 2HB on Thursday 20 August 2015 and is open to writers of all types – novels, plays, poetry, short stories etc.
The workshop is open to anyone who is writing, whether a...
Wednesday 19th August 2015 10:39 pm