Poetry Blogs (2016)
plastic people with plastic hearts
acting their thermoplastic parts
born of plastic from plastic tubes
fed from protuberant plastic boobs
with plastic hopes and plastic dreams
in love with plastic zippered seams
cleaning up their plastic mess
and plasticising happiness.
With pink and squidgy love they stick
plastic slow or plastic quick
Saturday 31st December 2016 10:33 pm
Also by ray pool:THE TALE OF OLD SETH | PRE - NATAL AGREEMENT | HOME CHRISTMAS EVE | VHS CUTBACKS | THE OLD COTTAGE | AND IN THAT TIME | MUSICIAN'S CONUNDRUM | FULL ENGLISH BREXIT | I WANT TO BE LIKE ELVIS | BIKERS | DESSERT | THE WORSHIPPERS | DO ME A FAVOUR | HIGH SPEC |
I've just spent a few N.Y. Eve hours watching Youtube videos of steam trains...especially a
superb collection "Steam Trains at Speed" ("Speed to the West") with 3million plus hits!
I thank heaven for the thrill of the steam that remains,
Once a boy - now a man, but still waving at trains.
As each image passes, s...
Saturday 31st December 2016 6:58 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:NIGHT AND DAY! | THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - a nod! | DOES ANYONE KNOW? | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a seasonal re-post | BORDERING ON INANITY | CHRISTMAS IN MIND | CHRISTMAS SNOW - a song for the Season. |
We’re out to party all night long,
Now we are done with Christmas cheer;
We’ll see the old year out with song,
And dance into a bright new year.
So don’t sit there alone and mope;
Come raise a glass and join with me,
And drink to love and health and hope
For all our friends and family.
Saturday 31st December 2016 6:28 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Beautiful Game Rant | Snow | Christmas Cheer | Resolutions Wrecked | The Mirror | Blast From The Past | The Young Lad At The Ritz (Radio Edit!) | Cold Misty Morning | Christmas Ghosts | Love Is Cruel | Clouds | OK, Christmas |
We're the throw away
The use em and lose em
Like old cars
you trade us in
for new models
one hell of alot of miles
One man's trash
is another's treasure
So here I sit
on the Goodwill's shelf
like the Velveteen Rabbit
a Real Man...
By Lynn Hahn
Saturday 31st December 2016 5:44 pm
Also by lynn hahn:THE RIDER | BAD BOYS | PILLOW | FORGIVENESS | HO HO HO | MICHI | SPOILED BRATS | TONGUE TWISTER | TEARS | CHRISTMAS TREE | GRUMP LAND | ADHD | DRAMA QUEEN | OVER THE MOON | WORDS |
Steve’s just had it off with Beth’s sister.
Dodgy Dave finally broke his beer bottle record --
opened six with his mouth,
leaving his lips behind on the last one.
Debaucherous drinking stirred with a few unmentionable
mind-altering drugs thrown in.
Fractured relationships now totally dislocated, fuelled by four Jägermeister shots.
Bragging rights saved for the morning after....
Saturday 31st December 2016 4:27 pm
Also by Chakraj:Manic Manipulator | The Reality of You | We could be dead, you know that? | Naked reckless mind | Sacred Technology | Our Communal Gig in the Sky | Take me to a Higher Place | Say it from that place of love | THE CALLING | LOVING ME | HERE, CAN YOU PASS THIS GRATITUDE ROUND PLEASE | THE ARTIST OF HAPPINESS | STARVE A FEAR | NEW NATIVITY. NEW HOPE | Tick, Tock. | Just Be. Here. Now. | UNIVERSAL TRIBE |
With a warmth inside I'm heading home.
Shadows fall as I walk into the dark,
slowly losing the sight of my goals.
Alone, I have killed the sun,
now even the moon fears me.
No one by my side,
getting ready to give up,
opened my eyes,
I saw a light that was running towards me.
Soon a relaxing laugh followed,
in my mind it was hallowed.
The light shone brighter and brighter,
Saturday 31st December 2016 2:57 pm
Also by LeGou:Can't stop thinking about you | Repeated story | Your beauty behind my eyes | World based on lies is not what we enjoy |
“I ate you” I said,
Bitter, hard hearted affair
I keep repeating.
Saturday 31st December 2016 2:50 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Cold Hearted | Advent |
Give me the dirt in your soul I don't want pretty and clean I want the ugly and messy the real nitty gritty the raw feelings. Please overshare that story with me, people like you don't scare me, I don't feel uncomfortable when you scream and cry, I feel at home.
Saturday 31st December 2016 2:36 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:A secret | Getting close | how can I love you when I don't love myself | Destructive me | Cycle | A made up reality |
I prefer to write in
The freedom it entails
Simply to be an pseudonym
Represented by a single word
The potential to be
Alpha or Omega
Female or male
To express uninhibited
Faceless in a crowd
Existing only as a brief shout.
It is shameless almost
In its vanity,
To be cloaked
In a cultivated air
Saturday 31st December 2016 1:42 pm
In the house
we found rooms full of paper
where he wrote
what we should have known
in such detail
that there wasn't much to say.
This was the year
of the election
when everything was going to change
but in there it had already
and it was for us
to fill our arms with the pages
and to carry
Saturday 31st December 2016 12:51 pm
my eyes would widen as never before
seeing these words
that helps my mind to take to the air
no longer held down by uninspirational gravity
but flying, powered by energized harmony
lifting me to a height
known only to stars and angels
where,my appreciative,privilidged soul
encounters these pure,and rarest of unread thoughts
calling to,and awakening,every new,and more imp...
Saturday 31st December 2016 12:00 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:intermissions | Chris! its not #Drarvern home for Christmas#-its d-r-i-v-i-n-g-if you must! | remediation | # cauld lang time # | dickhead dog owners pointless dialogue with her defiant dickhead of a dog (for Natasha) | disgustingly discarded | restore to factory settings | BRRR-exiting! | carer |
back at the ranch..
a baby boomer marxist rock star
just took a gong
it must be the new neo marxist third way
not gaddafi's third way
but that other fella's
the marxist rock star
the obligatory one-legged lollipop lady
the arms dealer
the charity ceo that helps war victims
a food critic
a food bank critic
Saturday 31st December 2016 11:48 am
Also by Suki Spangles:Human Civilisation 2.0 | Bollywood National Anthem/Bollywood Bleach Cologne | Cracked Symbols | Sun And Air |
The ghosts of yesterday
Come to visit in vacant time
And I, alone, shall greet them.
Their host, I lead to rooms,
The pleasure domes
Where I call them back to life
One by one,
To propose a toast
To intimacies past.
Lost love will ring
Cathedral bells tonight.
The aftertaste is bittersweet,
But unforgettable scents
Cling to my preserved guests
Like tobacco smells
Saturday 31st December 2016 11:41 am
Also by Paul Waring:The Fall | Carried Away | Home | Love, Adverbially | Blackness | The Wait | Long Gone |
This stick named Outrage
Is what stirs the masses
Rousing them in anger
Rail against injustices
Wolves in Yellowstones
Gangs in L.A.
Genocide in Africa
Trouble in Latvia, or
Slums in Mumbai.
And while anger is better than fear
This focus remains on the problems
And so the problems remain.
How then to drop that stick,
And let our focus be guided
To set our sails instead
Saturday 31st December 2016 7:51 am
Also by Eric erb:Reflection | express | First Flight |
****Slight Adult Content*****
Off to the dark continent, I've something to do
In the footsteps of Dr. Livingstone, Tarzan & crew
Intrepid explorer, hope the monkeys do behave
Not dragged off, to be made a reluctant simian sex slave
Cousin Louie, yer can get ter fuck
I'm not that way inclined.......yer out of luck
I'm not the King of the swingers, please!, not today!
Saturday 31st December 2016 6:35 am
Also by Jeff:Going Now | Don't Treat Me Like Me | My Gay Mates | Not the Man I Used to Be | Social Media Studies | My Show | My Prison | A Day for a Life | A Butterfly Flaps its Wings | The Cuckoo & the Fledgeling Meet | I'm a Pencil | Which Dick Ordered the Caramel Latte? | This isn't what life had planned for me | Heart | Going, Going, Gone | The Quick & the Dead | Mothballs n Piss |
We cannot be held back
By our own desire
To grow old and know better
Saturday 31st December 2016 1:31 am
Also by Chunks and Marrow:Razors do get dull | Yearning downpour | Have a bite! | It's their fault, darling |
They,are the people dying
on dead streets.
Soon,they will be the people
Yet innocent,in every meaning of the word.
But they have become
Because,we didn't listen
because,we allowed ourselves
to be collectively,selectively
© Stef Wilde 30th December 2016
Friday 30th December 2016 10:21 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:disbelief | Visitations | goodbye the bikes | Queue | GO! little Gosling GO! |
Brother Can You Spare a Dime
I got drunk in a
a Portland bar
thirty minutes after
I had exited my
to tell me
that she had finished with me
that that that was that.
I sat drinking
and pouring tears
into my whiskey
a guy with an
we had a good time.
I bought all the drinks
as I remember.
Friday 30th December 2016 9:26 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:proud Scots wha hae | Happy Birthday Bill | Higgs Boson pt2 (Haiko) |
Sleeping,the greening awaits,that yes,
we have seen before,many times
but as always,it will freshly dissipate
sombre invasive remnants
of winters impostions.
As its youthful breath cloaks everything
hope is renewed.
Look! we shall say
the leafed tree's are back!
the land is unlocked!
A friend,returned,bearing liberating gift's
each one unwrapped,to ...
Friday 30th December 2016 6:11 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:Life | Acceptance of a drab day | Where goeth the human heart? | Suitable post-script to my fellow inmates | Crud | displaying of a closed forever sign | Currents eddying |
I'm constricted by the fact, that life is to share,
I just see poor judgment, and a silly content,
of stay where you were hand, to raised and to forget.
Over bed or on couch, your time shall come next,
As the rest of your days, bad-thoughts, hopes and prays.
It is said that's not true, for you to be alone,
So to them I should say, my half never became.
I've been thinking ...
Friday 30th December 2016 2:22 pm
Also by AhLlopis:Poetry VI | They come from far |
Lost in a world that was never mine. Dedicated to those who were to busy taking stabs at my back and heart. Now looking at it from the outside. I realize it was me who allowed all of this. That life, person, and blame claimer. You have not thought I wasn't listening or watching, but I was. No longer a lost boy. I found the person I had buried so deep to please others. No I'm back to the bear tha...
Friday 30th December 2016 6:07 am
Also by Leigh Tiffany Love:Our moment | Who? | The Veiw |
“The end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.” TS Elliot
Sometimes when we’re together I don’t feel like a family of one. One of us starts a phrase for momentum, and the other will pick up pitch, tone and rhythm to meet somewhere in a chord. Themes in our rotation lead us to rendezvous’, sometimes in the house of Riely other times in hou...
Thursday 29th December 2016 10:39 pm
The look and sound makes me feel alive
Punk, Rock, Reggae and ska
Is the sounds I play from sound systems afar
The wheel is spinning
This man is grinning
The sound of a good record
Spend money I can't afford
On that one record
Its scratched sometimes
Comes with a hiss
But there isn't a sound I find more authentic than this
So when the needle hits the groove
Thursday 29th December 2016 8:59 pm
I saw the way he looked at her when she wasn't looking.
The way he caressed her cheek.
The way she giggled at his touch.
I want that with you.
I want you to look at me like that.
I want you to adore me the way he adores her.
Thursday 29th December 2016 8:51 pm
As we search for the truth in these lying moments
Identifying clues that trigger the police
Passing the polygraph, establishing the peace
Between our two old souls connecting our movements
Chasing the old robbers out of community
Defeating the bike gangs and the Italian clans
To have peaceful venue, making festival plans
For everlasting love, respect and unity
As the gloomy stories are alw...
Thursday 29th December 2016 5:16 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Be different | Prison | Vacation on a beach | Reconnection | The movie plot | Seducing through words | Challenge the Power | Monster | Lesson Learned | Long Live the past | First meet | Escape | Start Up | Sapiophile | Hot Tub | Mr Fantismo builds the cake | Mr Fantismo up Everest | Mr Fantismo and the Ice Queen | Mr Fantismo at the beach | Mr Fantismo and the ranchers | Lusting over Love | Lifestyle Hypocrite | Living it | Burning stars | To meet again | Knowing what you want | The minding affair | Hotel Bar | Finding love | Trials |
Like The Sunshine In The Spring
You're like the sunrise in the spring
that makes the meadows dance again,
and motivates the clouds to sing.
Your warmth and light soothes all the pain
from icy winter thoughts that cling
to memories that still remain.
You're like the sunrise in the Spring
that calms the mountains in the rain,
and colours rainbows with a hymn.
Thursday 29th December 2016 4:39 pm
Running out of
Oxygen, burning out
When contenders feel like
In an unexampled manner
Summoning a vestige
Bringing into play
A new strategy,
Miruts Yifter Ethiopia's
Used to surge ahead
Demonstrating a race
Is a sport of foot,lung
That is why
The gear changer!”
“I dare say
Thursday 29th December 2016 12:44 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:A maverick seen mentally sick | The Christmas Guest/By Helen Stiner Rice/ የ ገና እንግዳ/Translation in Amharic Alem Hailu G/Kristos | A genius taken for a dummy! | You break anew to make | The acid test of love's intensity | Men’s true measure((Ben Jonson)/Translation in Amharic/Alem/የሰው ትክክለኛ መስፈርት | Fresh 2 decades later | The double faced | Fidel(Faithful/Fiddle) |
light's silvery flecks
are cast down from the
face of the heavens,
--sit fishing for stars
shining thinly in
shallow reflecting pools
to fill the deep wells
of their empty bellies
Thursday 29th December 2016 12:24 am
Also by nunya:vagabond | boxing day | behemoth | freelance | suspension of disbelief...or, you are what you eat | unspoken | kisses from home |
In to the power in to the sea till now
Now I see what happens in sight is alied seen
Expands in open space and diamond sink
Have a drink and dont feel me
See me dont think
As the peace sinks in
Wednesday 28th December 2016 8:21 pm
Also by Walter Edgar Viera:My Mind To Yours | They Can't Know What I Talk To Dogs | The Ending with out Ending | No Duty of Doubt | The Ripple Effect | The Art of Warcraft in and on Warcrafted | My Life | My Stride | Roses Are Red | The Sky Is Blue | Only me | At The Height |
juniper tree outside my window
in a space i made for myself
this morning at 2 am
too hot in your room for sharing
i am the most temporary in this
place for people with nowhere
Wednesday 28th December 2016 6:57 pm
Also by saskia daylight:snow | silence | self-defence | oh girl | keep moving stop talking | how do you write life? | how to enter the circle without falling into the centre | gaza strip | i am myself |
The Parthenon behind her,
bleached white in classical light,
is little more than staging,
the backdrop they’ve chosen
–this girl and the boy who loves her–
to match her flawless style.
And why should a goddess
matter to her, or the distant era
when myths were real?
There are idols enough
for her to aspire to
in the pages of Vogue and Marie Claire....
Wednesday 28th December 2016 4:04 pm
Also by David Cooke:The Girl in the Picture | Chasin' the Breeze |
Tear soaked eyes
Torn up tissues
Stretched out sleeves
Precious time wasted For who someone who broke your heart
Waste no more tears or time for a heartless bastard
BEHIND BLUE EYES
Wednesday 28th December 2016 1:21 pm
Also by Joe Barrett:i ENJOY OUR WALKS |
Fistfuls of teething,
hot and wet like sand,
a mocking curse, screeching
and grinding over one another,
flooding through windows and baseboards,
cascading over chandeliers and
down hallways, clashing and clattering
chattering like the frosty duels of rutting
filling me up, burning hot
like a drill from dentists' days
skewered and chewed
caught and crushed
Wednesday 28th December 2016 11:22 am
When day falls down
for the night
You choose which
way we run
I can't choose more than one.
You got no sleep but I found my belief,
I found my belief.
The Westway's dark.
Please stay, don't fade away
Wednesday 28th December 2016 10:29 am
- performance piece -
The driver of a leather upholstered
Hillman Hunter drop head saloon
Reeking of Capstan full strength
And Lifebuoy soap
Dropped me off outside Devizes.
I prised open a door
To get out of the rain
Unrolling my doss bag
On a scout hut floor.
I crept out early
While the village slept
Washing down a Kendal Mint Cake bar
With a ...
Tuesday 27th December 2016 8:58 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:“The Orkney Spring of Bradley Driver - Easter 1995” | "Dingle Bound Epiphany June 1990" |
(It is my ambition to write the greatest Christmas song ever. Not sure this would have made Christmas No 1 even if I had written it in time)
You all know Santa Claus
The saint each child adores
He brings the good ones gifts, does Pere Noel;
But I’m his kith and kin
I punish kids that sin;
I’m Krampus and I harvest souls for Hell.
And unlike brother Nick
Well, I br...
Tuesday 27th December 2016 10:31 am
Also by John Coopey:OLYMPIC PUB QUIZ TEAM | CHRISTMAS WRAP | THE MASTERLY STRATEGY OF INACTIVITY (NOT IN MY NAME) | IN THE GROTTO | WHAT WOULD CONVERT A BREXITER? |
Close your eyes and create a better world
where wars and hate are but stories to be told
A place called home where we all belong
where no man is better and no man is wrong
close your eyes and picture this,
the perfect place for you and me
A place beaneath which rivers flow
A place of peace, a place of love
close your eyes and visualise
The prefect place to spend a life
If you do ...
Monday 26th December 2016 10:48 pm
the people i see are not the one i want to see,
the things they use are not the one i want them to use,
they are not my friend ,
they are not my enemy,
they are one of my creation,
as i have done many.
they created phones,
they created megaphones,
still not hearing my voice,
let it be there choice,
now i am not happy
now i am not sad ,
now i am angry...
Monday 26th December 2016 4:08 pm
Wake me up before you go go to club tropicana
Bad boys and young guns go for it and wham rap together
Everything she wants baby I'm your man
Do it right at the edge of heaven in club fantastic forever
I heard the sad news late on Christmas evening
That George Michael had peacefully passed away
He burst onto the music scene with energy and wham
His creative legacy will last for...
Monday 26th December 2016 12:13 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:Christmas Rhyme |
On behalf of a grown up child.
To my Santa with love,
Thank you Santa for all the gifts
You gave me till today
As I have grown my wishes have changed
I seek from you desperately some wishes Devine,
Peace in the world and hope for mankind,
A love filled life with my mom and dad,
And all my friends in the world,
Grant us power and good sense,
To forgive our friends and ...
Monday 26th December 2016 2:33 am
Also by Mrs Sharma:Love | New Born | Sunset |
Often have seen you stuck
Amid being smart and schmuck
Here’s my answer to how should you?
Love me this way, if you love me too
Wake up with me at the dawn-break
Yawn, smile and kiss my forehead
Wish a good morning before I do
Love me this way, if you love me too
Avoiding me is a gross mistake
In a quick second, respond me back
At least twice a day, say “I miss you”
Love me this way...
Sunday 25th December 2016 6:29 am
Also by Juhi Gupte:December |
I can only think of your gentle
lips, I can only picture your
delicate touch, I can only
remember within myself
the words, those words
you never spoke.
Because time is too small for
us caught in the wrong
corners of it, at the start
and the ending, but never the
Because yesterday was the right
time for today for the
kiss that I gave to the
Sunday 25th December 2016 1:04 am
The only person who can save me
A Random Hero wont set me free
Violets are blue
Its time for you to save you
Mentalities can't fly
Yours wont admit defeat
Not that I ever wanted you to lose
But, my grasp is still so weak
Friday 23rd December 2016 9:40 pm
Also by FramedBrain:My moon |
The year is almost over,
Our birds have got the flu,
Our pounds are losing value,
And the trains are overdue,
We held a referendum,
We all had loads to say,
The outcome unexpected,
As it gave us Mrs May,
The NHS is creaking,
Farage is friends with Trump
The English voted Brexit
So the Scots have got the hump
The Doctors started striking
The postal worker...
Friday 23rd December 2016 7:28 pm
Also by Claire Baldry:Epiphany | I Rhyme |
I suited up
Camouflage, boots, armor, and ammunition
I went in
A heart on my sleeve, hoping it would go unseen
Camouflaged behind the wall that was built on the battlefield
Boots laced up ready to flee anything that tried to overcome me
Armor in place to deflect harm
Ammunition locked and ready for retalltion
Yet this battlefield I was not prepared for
It was like no...
Friday 23rd December 2016 4:56 am
Also by Morgan Lovely:Dreaming |
The light inside me shining,
Butterflies are flying.
My nerves are at their peak,
The thought makes me weak.
Like climbing a mountain,
The reward will feel so great.
The aches and pains keep shouting,
"Turn back," but it's too late.
All the pain is worth it.
At the top is where you see,
The beauty of the mountain
and all it's scenery.
Nature is amazing,
A type of therapy.
Thursday 22nd December 2016 7:49 pm
Also by SarahAnneD:Love Yourself |
has some secrets.
It is still burning
in spite of
its deep burns.
it has received
It confuses us
Thursday 22nd December 2016 4:46 pm
Also by Daipayan Nair:HONEST FACE | THE REAL OLD |
In the summer of 2015, Swedish music streaming service Spotify created a live musical map of the world that analyzed listening trends for over 1000 different cities around the globe, yet, whether you're focused on figuring out which rising young rapper is next to blow or pining for the golden age of beats and rhymes, the story of how hip-hop evolved from soundtracking New York block parties to bec...
Thursday 22nd December 2016 2:40 pm
Also by Ebonaya Smallwood:Are Brandy and Monica Feuding (Like It's 1998)? A History of Their Drama | Kayne West- Heartless |
The clock has stopped
I let it and it dropped
The time doesn't change
Its mind is now made
As I watch the clock
It's silent tick tock
Brings me peace of mind
That we're one of a kind
This clock and I
Were born to die
And along the way
We stopped a day
It was only a day
But why? You say?
Because the clock has stopped
Because I let it and it dropped
Thursday 22nd December 2016 1:35 pm
Also by Alonelymouse:Long time friends | Vanity | Perspective | Black and White | New baby |
My mind can wander to dangerous places...
Places where uncertainty is the only thing that is, well, certain
How nice it must be not to worry
The trembling fear of what’s coming next has consumed me
Thursday 22nd December 2016 7:04 am
Also by ~just me~:Undercover | Underwater |