Poetry Blogs (Jan 2016)
Errant in the dark, the telltale signs
we saw catapult us fifteen miles
through gulley and field
uproot and cascade, we now deem
a captured eye, a wind-blown scene,
so fresh, so free for all, and yet...
hot-bladed too, a line of fire
in this frenzied, war-torn age
a searing divide, a map, a point
as plain and unbroken as
you, my rock, my hallowed place
Sunday 31st January 2016 10:19 pm
Also by David Blake:Fluid | Paradise | Bowl Of Earth | Progress? | Hot Air '97 | On Ambition | Swept Paddock through Waning Light | English Epilogue | The Vote of Confidence | Lodge | Life through a Box Hedge | Moral Arrow from Crooked Bow | The Nationalists | Tomorrow's Freedom | Village Gothic | 'How We Can Change the Future Together' | Asylum | Backwaters | Sound Travels |
if I was offered a choice between a Ferrari
and everlasting life
that would need some careful consideration
and while i'm thinking it out (hypothetically)
i'll take out my very own genie's lamp
(always a comfort in times of stress)
rub it vigorously
wait for results.
I mean, this comes with no strings
no after effects
and no need to change
Sunday 31st January 2016 8:45 pm
Also by ray pool:PSYCHIC VISION | VOLUNTEERS | HEADLESS CORPSE WALKING | WEATHER GIRL | THAT WAS THE SEVENTIES | SENTRY | THE RAGBAG SHEEPDOG | THERE WAS A GIRL | HIGHGATE CEMETERY 2006 | THE REFUGE OF BEAUTY | LONG DISTANCE EXPRESS | WAITING - FOR URINATION | HEAR THE JAZZ | LETTER TO THE QUEEN | IF | THE WARREN HOUSE INN DARTMOOR | THE MUSE | THE DEATH OF SWEETS | RAMSBOTTOM BICKERDYKE AND Co | SOME BRIGHT SPARK | SHE KNOWS HIS WANTS | DUVET NIGHTS |
Zones of Avoidance (an excerpt)
I’m reading ‘The Confessions of an English Opium Eater’ –
I want to understand what drove my daughter out
in the snow with no coat or socks, in search of a fix.
I want to understand what divinity led her
to set up camp in the derelict ‘pigeon house’
after running out of sofas to surf.
I was a Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds girl mys...
Sunday 31st January 2016 8:10 pm
When I’ve gone
When I’ve left you all
When my bones are being reduced
To dust, best held in an urn
Skip through my back catalogue
Find the verse I cobbled together
That has become your favourite
And read it, loud and proud
It’s all I’d want really
I can think of nothing better
Than my most precious friends and family
Being forced ...
Sunday 31st January 2016 7:31 pm
Also by Andy Smyth:Latest musings |
How do you get considered...
elected or selected...
To decide on the worth of another's work,
And how it should be respected?
Is it just an ego trip...
The way to poetry fame "to be",
A judge of poems whose taste will lurk
In the pages of posterity?
Are there certain forms expected...
And names of familiarity?
Is it likely to be rejected
If you're unknown...
Sunday 31st January 2016 6:11 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:SAME THING | POUNDS (NO SHILLINGS) AND PENCE | LENINGRAD - a Cold War memory |
Eyes snapped shut in the street-facing bedroom
lit up by the light of the Spar
that floods it's white plastic windows
illuminating each passing car
In her curled up hands a faded old photo
but the hands,once so gentle,that hold this mementoe,
are as cold,are as granite, as stone
In came Sister with a meagre tea tray
Sunday 31st January 2016 6:01 pm
Also by Jon Darby:The Day Of Her Leaving |
Faith rising in the east
calm after the storm
pressed suits and uncomfortable shoes
the good word awaits
the sidewalk alive with parents
too many to count
So sweet and innocent
Mom and Pop
anxious to compare clothes
and neighbor gripes
must be nice to know
to know th...
Sunday 31st January 2016 4:44 pm
Also by Eric Broke:Little Humans | Maybe Two | I Try | Shame | Stuck | Not all bad | Them | On my end | Chief | The army and fucking | Read Me!! | Bleach and cork | Number numb with a bullet | The Bench |
Do not hold back your fury.
You are beautiful when you’re angry,
You’re beauty burns the eye and I am branded
A lovesick fool who blindly taunts you
Into raging splendour.
Sunday 31st January 2016 3:11 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Tribute to the Fallen (Revised) | Haiku: Not for Southerners | Haiku: Say it with Flowers | Silent Witness | Sleepwalking | Haiku: Warm Winds | No Words | Haiku: Skyfalls | Haiku: High Tide | Haiku: Tribute to the Fallen | Haiku: Thunder and Lightning | Haiku: Man Overboard | Get Real | Gone but... | Haiku: Facebook et al. | Haiku: Cloud Cover | Haiku: Grey Mood | Haiku: Market Forces | Haiku: Modern Times | Haiku: Divorcing Autumn | Haiku: The Pen is Mightier | Haiku: Lost Children | Haiku: God's Work |
I live my life the way that I choose
Within a commonly accepted framework,
Both legal and moral.
My creeds are common sense,
Honesty and freedom of choice.
Am I consistent in my actions? Probably not,
But I try to do my best,
Keep myself to myself
And get on with living my life.
Is it necessary for me to set a good example?
Quite probably, but within na...
Sunday 31st January 2016 2:47 pm
Also by Jim Trott:Tom's Battles | The Hat | Nicole | The Rebel | Martha Street | Aisha with Beads |
A wish to help me through the night
Twin flames forever burning bright
Lost souls who've found each other now
Complete in knowledge that somehow
We'll make it through
We'll grow together
Sunday 31st January 2016 1:07 pm
Also by Pixievic:RIP Mr Murphy | No Mercy! | Decisions | Foreboding | Look Closer! | Moonshadow | Unravelling ...... | Open Heart Surgery | The Circus | Circles | Nice Try ....! | Rainspell | Self Indulgent | Le Chien Noir | To the Girl in the Oak Tree | A Strange Encounter | Bravado | Waiting to Happen | Freak! | Trumpets, Burglars & Puddles | Learning How To Swim | No Disguise | A Kiss Farewell With No Regret |
A conversation with a stranger
Across a rumpled unmade bed
The sound of her voice rolling
Against the thunder in my head
And I felt so low and tired
So full of hurt despair
Didn’t know where I was
Or how I’d arrived there
But I was talking to this stranger
The way I’d not talked for years
And she was sitting listening
Through all my words and fe...
Sunday 31st January 2016 12:02 pm
Also by terry ireland:Lessons |
I opened my heart for all to be seen
an overwrought shadow of a former once me
beaten, bruised with a spirit so low
hanging as the leaves of a weeping willow
What wrong,I had shown, was cut ever more
For showing the hurt
kept in most others, special draw.
"your pathetic", "so bloody weak"
cruel to the worst
Nor can I bury the love that I seek
worthless fool for ca...
Sunday 31st January 2016 11:51 am
Also by PatricioLG:Feudal compromise | The Gathering |
let keys tumble and fall
like brauhaus skittles,
and in comes peace.
Let chaos be overcome by calm.
Slumber then to sleep,
for in the music of dreams
play the symphonies of life.
And in that darkness lives the light.
let the reprise of visions flow through you.
You are a concerto,
written in dreams.
Sunday 31st January 2016 9:15 am
Also by Wolfgar:Gaia | The mundane practices continue | The moralisers gap | Imaginary dog walking | In the forest of future words | Non interventionist god | Attrition | Remote control killers and the wisdom of phallometry | The Bogman | Legacy | This England | Scene from the valley | Bedtime stories | Poetic justice | Indignitas | Writers unblock | The deluded non poets poem | Things of great importance after sudden unexpected death | Tilt | Insentient | Black lung | The beneficial amnesia of robotic behaviour | Starman | noitarenegeR Regeneration | A Child was born | The Beholder |
abandoned now upon the rack
yoked as a slave to the flesh
inshallah he hears a hundred times
cain's mark he bears upon his head
in the lower forest of the climb
where man does not clear nor farm
a narrow track threads the groves
of shadows without near or far
and here to ali's great dismay
a feasting tiger bars the path
half hidden by the shafting rays
and the weighty buffalo carcass
Sunday 31st January 2016 1:27 am
Also by jeremy young:the muslim's tale vii | the muslim's tale vi | the muslim's tale v | generations | the muslim's tale iv | the muslim's tale iii | the muslim's tale ii | the muslim's tale i | into the woods - prologue | into the woods iv | into the woods 3 | into the woods 2 | modesty | into the woods | the best of all possible worlds | refuges | opening night | for Ashraf Fayadh | the histories - after herodotus | communion | Taking Tea with Dawkins | The Fourth Magi |
Hold your head high and smile and
Straighten your back and look ahead
They tell me
Never know who I am and what I deserve
My place in the world.
I think I am a cloud or a see-through curtain
I fancy myself a vase with no flowers in it
I walk around like a clown on a journey
Outside the walls of the home.
I would let birds alight on my shoul...
Saturday 30th January 2016 11:29 pm
Also by Celia:Late out of bed |
a letter bearer
a memorial burier
sobbing for solace
muzzled, but crying out
characters carved in fingernail
caricatures recycled, resewn
(pretending that you've never known)
dug up and cleaned up
pastels painted over
bright and brighter colors yet
to pour over tired, faded earthen tones
Saturday 30th January 2016 10:29 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:Captain Hook 0617 (01/25/2016) | the absence of eloquence with time hastily borrowed | feignt (1/18/2016) | flirt (01/16/2016) | the day the clouds fell down (01/04/2015) |
an old oliveoil press rusting at the bottom of a sandy garden
in his occupied territory.
man lying prostrate,
on the soil.
about a weight, a burden, something.
we disciples could not hear clearly,
what with all the muffled explosions
this man, this man, he screamed out ‘NOT AS I WILL BUT AS YOU WILL FATHER!’.
but there was no other man there, no ...
Saturday 30th January 2016 8:59 pm
Also by John Marks:Breath | Near Water |
Is this the
Is too busy
Saturday 30th January 2016 8:59 pm
An African Queen
Senegal what do I know of that country
But I have sailed past her coast, alas, she
Is married to Dakar nothing I can do.
She spoke French the tall lady and sounded
Sex, my language seems like a bulldozer
Flattening a Palestinian home so I smiled and
Said little dismayed over my lack of speech
When it imperative to make injustice heard.
Tall she ...
Saturday 30th January 2016 6:26 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :the passing | a portrait of emptiness | rainy day sonnet | passing misgiving | fire hazard | the cloud of abyss | olive and orange | My Way | a love story | a different sonnet | 3 new haiku | the semitic people | after the concert | quiet despair | epigram | going home | winter of discontent | the balancing act | the hidden kiss | desire | when the dead awakens | tango | the oasis |
Even when the light inside the Mind goes very dim,
The power of the Heart will still be there.
To guide you through the darkness when the times are feeling grim,
And remind you of the love that you once shared.
Just like the tide, it's ebb and flow,
Together with the Earth, we are attuned.
So breathe in slow, then let it go,
And time itself will help you heal the wound.
Saturday 30th January 2016 1:16 am
Also by Eric:A Joyous Light |
I once knew a little girl
Or maybe she was a young woman
With a pornographic smile
And a diamond in the corner of her eye
She used to tell me stories
Of late nights and sad parties
And the men that she kept
Always had another secret at home
She flirted with danger
Wasn’t paid in cash or kindness
The pavement welcomed her presence
With a sympathetic sigh...
Friday 29th January 2016 3:34 pm
Also by Rachael J. Low:Queen of Sorrow | Tired. |
A sad entry.
Sadness in blogs.
Overwhelms the theme.
I wait for the wave to carry me forward.
I sink into the sea.
Friday 29th January 2016 7:56 am
Also by Alick Strang:Whispers into sheets | Five Roses | Screen play |
I have sat at home and watched whilest my world has fell apart . A lonely drastic place , the place I made my start . Memories of a lifetime , and so within my heart . Being torn apart by others , just ripping us apart . We gave them our all . All our dreams , all our plans . Worked hard all our lives , now facing more demands . Nothing to look forward to , only new challenges every day . The rich...
Friday 29th January 2016 6:40 am
I AM AFRAID
God’s Long Fingers,
Tired … or Malingering
After Malt Hops
Powering Our Moment
I Have Wept
Friday 29th January 2016 3:03 am
Also by GeeProcessor:BALLPOINTING FOR DAD |
My dad wasn’t a clever man but he told me when I was young that if you shared all the money in the country out equally, inside a fortnight half of it would be back where it started. I couldn’t see it at the time but I’ve started to understand the kernel of truth it holds.
Consider if in the great divi-up you got the “Citizen’s Share” of £100,000, what would you do with it?
Well, there’s onl...
Thursday 28th January 2016 11:54 pm
Also by John Coopey:COOPEY'S GROUPIES | A Wonderful Opportunity | DONALD THE ELEPHANT (TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP) | A PEKING SPICE ODDITY | C&A | ODE TO JOHN THE HAT |
We grieve like melted snow
Nothing to hold on
And they will never know
How the warm tears gathered
On our mourning fate
To repeat this sad snow storm
On each and every face
© David R Mellor 2016
Thursday 28th January 2016 7:40 pm
Also by David R Mellor:Time wasted, time wasted, time wasted me | I Was Just Thinking About You... (Blue Mosque Istanbul 12/01/16 10:40 am) |
Picturesque life with an ideal family.
If only my perception could transfer to a book.
Pages and pages of it sloppily written.
Where I could give everyone a small glimpse of my outlook.
Aimless decisions and purposeless acts,
Turn into my haphazard life forged by untouched facts.
Forget a day in my shoes
Try a day in my mind
Thursday 28th January 2016 7:01 pm
I want to remember you as a book I read
I want only to recall you from that shelf in my mind
where I place my favourite books
When I see you, I want to think of you as someone who looks a little like…
It would not matter then how many other readers you have
that same description of you will conjure their version
of your eyes and your smile, not mine
I would not be jealous...
Thursday 28th January 2016 11:36 am
While I lie here, dead awake.
Replaying in my head, all the mistakes.
I tell myself, I'm not afraid.
Even though I hope, one day I'll be saved.
I feel myself go numb again.
I feel it slip, through the wounds I've opened.
I need a hero, I thought...
Just as I'm falling, to be caught.
Though my body's dead,
My mind is racing,
You're in my head,
It's you I'm chasing....
Thursday 28th January 2016 6:40 am
Also by Tiffany:Another man | Plastic | Stay | Memory | Temple | A night in between the sheets |
Another vacant month.
Outside the trees are trembling;
The loose elms
Emptying their calendar of pages.
Everything is quieting,
In the light of evening
You’d need sharp eyes
To pick the poor fly
Amongst the petals of the peony
Except for life
That must have crawled out
While nobody was looking,
Like the stuntman...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 9:53 pm
Early doors paraffins, the usual thing.
Locals lower gaze
as old John shuffles in
with his arthritic hip,
dribble down his chin.
He drops half a crown
in the Marie Curie tin,
decimal coinage never got to him
and he sups electric bitter
The landlord looks grim,
needs an ego trim,
thinks he's charismatic
but he's just plain dim.
Puts 10p on the ...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 9:11 pm
I like reading and watching telly
Sitting around is my hobby
And you can tell that from my belly
Or an apple, or a drum
Call it curvy, call it fat
I prefer to say "rotund!"
And never gain an ounce
But somehow, now I'm older
I have found I've extra "bounce"
Wednesday 27th January 2016 7:04 pm
Also by David Lindsay:First Walk with Hearing Aids | Fire Monkey |
Feasting on your rich warm blood
like a free for all when they feel
Sucking out all that you can give
and sucking you out some more.
Full. Satisfied. Watch them slide
away leaving your lifeless
body drained to the core.
You swear, this won't happen again,
Alone, angry, weak, empty.
In seclusion, you will re-charge.
Wednesday 27th January 2016 5:13 pm
Fire radiates in my eyes,
desire’s claim is at stake,
on my bed the exuberant palm tree brightens my breasts
with the curly waves of your kisses
A prismatic encounter greeting you in my body with anxiety
Beyond the fury of my skin
my breathing becomes dizzying,
tremulous moans the voice of sunset ,
and dresses me as Spring
Feline, sin assails me, walks through the trails of my exci...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 3:11 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:Everything became yesterday! | You don’t know… |
She must be so tired –
Plotted all along
To move this way,
And she’s big,
Too big for rings – more-so
Her moons can never tether
Tails to secure her,
She is not so free,
She twists and bows daily,
And she is neither cold or hot but both,
But if wanting for reason
To her existence I am sure,
Wednesday 27th January 2016 12:50 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Never A Lie, Never A Lie | Migrations To Life | Concentration | D. O. A.......An Ode To The Pathetique! | Salute | Upon Deaf Ears | The Future Harvest |
The ones that hold you back
Make you want to stop
stay home and hide
they haunt me
You get that sinking feeling
an ache in the pit of your stomach
can’t shake it
leaves you feeling helpless
that you thought you’d hidden
or dealt with
come flooding back
vivid as if it was just today
haunting you like a ghost...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 7:49 pm
Plants in the tunnels
are barely growing
in this cold
I am barely here
In the winter
I fall back on old habits -
headphones, lines of code
the remote stars
I want growth and decay
to pound me awake
need the hot crisis of summer
to pin me to my body
But I have only
these tiny green threads
to tend, and the slight
pull of their becoming,
Tuesday 26th January 2016 3:14 pm
Also by Alex Smith:Dedication |
My beard itches as I ponder 1 Across
and subconsciously begin to stroke my chin,
awaiting your admonishment.
I notice spectral breath
on the kitchen bay,
a familiar handprint dissipates
occasionally badly stacked pans shift in a cupboard
through yet another sleepless night.
The stairs may creak one step behind mine
or a phantom chisk on the gravel path
keens to my ...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 2:38 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Thief | Zeit | Moment |
(This is a re-post of a series of five interconnecting poems, previously blogged as separate poems. The death of my mother last year was preceded by hearing the tone poem Finlandia, by Jean Sibelius, on the radio, and it so completely described how I was feeling that it took me over, and informs the whole series.
As a big nod to Sibelius, I decided to use a loosely-based symphonic structure, so...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 2:32 pm
Beatle mop tops when all you need is love
Rolling Stones not satisfied would ever fade away
In fields of wild strawberry forever hallelujahs ring
In the midnight hour how sweet it was to be loved
Oh yes indeed how sweet it was
LSD purple hearts two a Penny lane
Flower power we made love not war
When fat Elvis was the king
Fashion passion Ray
Really got me ...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 2:32 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:Never Knowing | Forever | Will It Ever Snow Again |
With your sweet lips,
On which oft
I yearn to plant a kiss,
Slander me not please!
You must know
A drop of gal
The wellspring of honey
Is capable to mar!
Tuesday 26th January 2016 12:36 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Opted To Escape | Youth | What a dialogue ! | Don't mistake me for a fool |
Melt in slowly, like cold butter into toast.
Or suddenly, like rain into a smoking black sea.
Detune and let snowy static overcome.
Shake any vivid polaroids back to their original beige wash.
Stop asking “am I gone yet?” because the question answers itself.
Remember it is and isn’t like surfing a standing wave, like dragging a stick across a fence and...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 3:28 am
Also by Lucas B. Foley:81 | A Half Moon Gazes | Tiger | The Bud Man |
Once I was of an age
When everything was black or white
When everything and everyone had possibilities
A time when I had not allowed myself
To be screwed or nailed down
By the deception that which all we do
Is set up to make a gain
Where all the fire in my eyes
In my belly never went out
But just changed direction
Where the focus was to grab
To have and to hold
Monday 25th January 2016 11:20 pm
Also by Martin Elder:You and I | Smoke room | The enemy |
Butterfly wings beat,
dancing inside the meadow
until darkness comes.
Monday 25th January 2016 7:15 pm
Also by Alex:Desk Flower |
See, hear, my little one.
Your senses tuning finely to Earth’s
Undulating, rhythmic waves of ageless,
Pulsing lifeless forms to life.
Measured heartbeats drumming out
Through the ether, ever nearer
Farther than the furthest orb
Twinkling its cyclic orbit
Through the ebony-black, empty-black
Monday 25th January 2016 1:25 pm
Also by Yvonne Brunton:Spare The Rod |
The elderly gentleman approached
with measured steps and conscious carriage
precisely in pace with two golden retrievers
old dogs on slack leads
well-fed sleekly groomed
resigned to their constitutional hour.
They raised their heads at my approach
and one even lifted a hopeful tail.
I stopped. I love dogs.
'May I touch them?' I asked.
'Certainly,' replied the gentlem...
Monday 25th January 2016 12:46 pm
I live on
And the dark
The good and the
And whatever it
Seems to be
At the end
Of the next
And I'm sure
I can get there
With one more
Monday 25th January 2016 10:57 am
Will you buy me that slick pen
so expensive, so beautiful
I wonder will you wrap it
in specially chosen paper
some coastal scene perhaps
engraved with my initials
a pretty choice of inks
will I unwrap it on my birthday, beaming
say ‘thanks so much’ and kiss you
then write hard of my betrayals?
Saturday 23rd January 2016 11:56 pm
Also by Tom:Singing Along To All Those Torch Songs | Stranger on the Bridge | The Lighthouse |
Crazed with worry
Clothed in a bloodless air
Not one body has been found
In the river
Or the lakes
Moving shadow like
On the land
85 bodies pedal soft
Conscripted with cold drew
Over 6 years,
Cloaked in the ship canal
And all over
Manchester’s water works
In deafening silence
Kneeling in deep breath
Crossing canal gates
In the Undercroft
Saturday 23rd January 2016 7:14 pm
Also by Andy N:The Heaton Park Tunnel Mystery |
D is for determination. Facing obstacles,
And never giving up. If we did would we be here today?
Because of this the human race dances in the light of excellence.
Equality, is when all our brothers and sisters,
No matter the colour of their skin or age,
Are able to walk in the sun as one. This is
What makes the human race shine with excellence.
All the people who hav...
Friday 22nd January 2016 8:31 pm
Also by Sammi:It's All About the Eyes | Switched | Prophecy | Facade | Prophecy | Words Unspoken | Should I or Shouldn't I? | Just Listen | Reflections | Dark Moon | Looking From the Outside |
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