Poetry Blogs (Oct 2016)
This evening I am out walking
the static crackles
in the living room
and in the hallway
I lace my shoes
and go out walking
Tree-shapes calm me
dew drops kicked from blades of grass
this act cleanses things
I feel my fangs receding
sense the silence
breathe back into me
Imagine the TV glow dimming
imagine the hatred in her eyes
feel the black air cleari...
Monday 31st October 2016 9:21 pm
Also by Tom:Such Strange Light | Farewell Serpentine |
Drinking with demons
Monday 31st October 2016 8:09 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Landscape | Haiku: Galaxies | Haiku: Meltdown | Haiku: Eloquent | Haiku: Body Image | Haiku: Decay | Haiku: Confused | Haiku: Mind Blowing | Haiku: Muted | Haiku: Election | Haiku: Idle | Haiku: Poetry | Haiku: Cause and Effect | Haiku: False Dawn | Haiku: Diving | Haiku: Folly | Haiku: Hunger | Haiku: Rheumatic | Leaving My Love | Haiku: Blocked | Haiku: Written | Haiku: Framed | Haiku: Transparency | Haiku: Kiss | Haiku: Not Sorry | Haiku: Drunkards | Haiku: Helicopter Rescue | Haiku: Misery |
Two words are not “me and you.”
Two words are not “I love you.”
Two words are not “together.”
Two words are not “forever.”
Two words are “you lied.”
Two words are “I cried.”
Monday 31st October 2016 7:58 pm
Also by Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo:Expiration Date | Love is a Sweet Dream | The Adventures of Mr. Crab | Have You Ever? (Holding On to You) | Ode On A Cold Shower | You Won’t Come Back to Me This Time | I'll Walk Away, But I Won't Go That Far | I Am the Person You Will Always Forget |
To children, who are sore afraid
That night-time ghosts will get them:
Fear not, the monsters who will eat
Your brains at night won't let them.
Ghosts and goblins, ghouls and trolls
From these we can't protect you.
We’re going to the Rose and Crown,
We’re going to get wrecked. You
Might just want to lock the door.
Me and your dad will be back about four.
Monday 31st October 2016 7:49 pm
spring of remembrance-
a woodpecker lost to sight
about the gardens
Monday 31st October 2016 7:19 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Ghazal | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | Haiku Collection #12 | Haiku Collection #11 | Haiku Collection #10 | Haiku Collection #9 |
Hover, hover, the birds do well know their place. Past bright squares of warmth
they grab black wires in black claws. Drops from the sky slicking their already glossed crowns
as electric gems twinkle, mirrored in their dark glass eyes.
Inside, the yellow squares are not yellow but clear and large, and the birds are not birds but mere
outlines where the rain does not fall
Monday 31st October 2016 6:53 pm
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Sun struck | Dreamlike | What have you done to yourself | Growing Up | Unexpectedly Good | Guess I'm drinking again | Too Close For Comfort | I don't like describing myself | Churning out these half baked poems is really bumming me out | Platitudes | Unpublished | Perspective | Exhaustive Extraction | Time | Nauseous | Happy Vegetables Are Much Preferred | Released and Reformed |
My mind say's let you go
But my heart keeps on whispering no!
We both want each other's hand
But there are so many obstacles around
We both know that we are taken
And this love has to be broken
How far can we take the risks?
If we both want each others kiss?
Some says, "fight for your love"
'Coz it will fly just like a dove
It will surely cure a broken heart...
Monday 31st October 2016 6:25 pm
Also by Kamilkeyt:SHE | In Time |
People line up at my door.
I ignore them.
It’s windy and rainy and cold
They line up,
and frantically shout at me,
why the sun is gone inside.
I am drenched,
cold, and rubbed raw
by the wind and snow,
blowing on my face.
I want to step outside,
but people will run to me
and ask me why
it is raining inside.
Monday 31st October 2016 4:21 pm
Also by Claire:Things you should know | Sky | Mercy of the Streets | Claire |
When you smile,
Minutes lose all of their seriousness,
Suddenly, it starts to run on your cheekbones
As kids who are wearing the cardigans of innocence
And they quit counting the flow of life,
While your lips edges are getting close to your dimples.
When you smile,
-Especially when your eyes come along with that smile-
And when the laughs open it's wings with all of it's prettiness
Monday 31st October 2016 3:17 pm
Also by Osman Nedim Tamsan:A Soul In The Clock |
turning of a key.
A vast emptiness waits inside.
It dares him,to enter
to be embraced by her polar cold absence
and continually pay enforced homage
to the forthcoming tragic aftermath of loneliness.
He will become hounded
by the sound of his own one-sided conversation,
while occasionally sitting,staring at the front door,convinced,
that one day soon,he will hear the...
Monday 31st October 2016 1:50 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:silly,but colourful poem | and what did you do at the battle of Greenham Common Mum? | first gig knock-back | thought immortal | futile attraction | hopeward | reasons for her downturn | retirement of my give-a-shit | downturn | (true) ohh! fuck it! moment | dark response | sound,affects | in my fuck life days | unparalleled you | wowing wild absolutes | passing of cars |
This is best viewed as video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y63ueEqhUyw
At Apple we are the very best
Techno-wise we can’t be beat
We’re cooler than all the rest
Unlike Samsung we don’t cheat..
Iphones, mac-airs and much more
Our products will blow your mind
Buy goods from the Apple store
The most expensive you’ll ever find
Money-wise there is no contest
Cupertino won’t be beat
Monday 31st October 2016 1:37 pm
Sometimes I feel like there are no happy endings
Sometimes I feel like this is my happy ending
No more searching
Sunday 30th October 2016 11:49 pm
Also by Wardah:Graves Rest | I dream only of You |
When I was young
I wanted to be a truck driver,
but now I am older
and have travelled many miles;
When I was older
I wanted to be a physicist,
but my head became full of numbers and symbols
and I could no longer speak discernible language;
When I wanted to sweat away the books
I endeavored to be a blacksmith,
but now my body is tired
and I want to rest fr...
Sunday 30th October 2016 10:47 pm
Also by elPintor:shards--miles to go... | tangent | feint | retrograde | undercurrents | grape preserves | narrow escape | queued | heatseeker (archetypes) |
stepping the valley hillsides
flickering like fireflies
until surrendering to the superior congregation of darkness.
effigies of Godliness
whitely contrasting with the tenebrous gloom
bleating vocal anthologies of pitifulness.
An Owl unfolds and paley ascends
predatorily ghosting wind whispered fields
while obscured in the fretwork of ...
Sunday 30th October 2016 9:30 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:precursor to a violent future? | jugging and jigging | Racketeers |
Skipping down the sidewalk, hand in hand with daughter
Enjoying silliness in front of the crowd's view
Laughing and then giggling with happiness breakthrough
At the early struggles with cancerous water
She became ill early, driving her to clinic
Being transferred in haste to nearest hospital
So that they monitor that her bones were brittle
And her vitality was a curious cynic
Sunday 30th October 2016 9:03 pm
Also by Louis Audet:The ex | Mr Fantismo and the present | Deceased dad | Night of fun | Army sexting | Seeking | Nature lover | Cuckold at night | Under the rain | Mr Fantismo and the space race | The only night | Last ginger-ale | Upgrading | Hotel Stay | Screens | The poetic adventure | The Puzzle | Color barrier | Hockey game | Abuse | Mr Fantismo at Olympics | Changing Gears | Northern Lights | Avoiding roadblocks | Imperfect | Kids | Practice | The crime solver | Monsters in closet | My work day | The fall |
The pipes ticking,
the radio’s voices quietly conspiring,
the cat as if drunk
clanking about the kitchen,
I practice bare attention
and open myself to it all
the room, the moonlight
the chair by the window
waiting as if for a ghost
a book upturned, open on a page
I’ve read and reread a thousand times
and train my breath and listen
and recall inten...
Sunday 30th October 2016 8:21 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Here Is The Truce | Night Work |
Sharp jagged edges tear through my skull
running backwards and forwards
creating heat, as only your words can
Nerve ends jangle
trying to understand the sensations
of torn skin
of bone displaced
of blood in strange, new places
Then comes the ultimate reward -
my mind is opened
Based on Emily Dickinson's quote:
"If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off I know...
Sunday 30th October 2016 6:27 pm
Also by David Lindsay:Always Asking |
I'll never die
heroes never die
does that make me a hero?
or am I just
Sunday 30th October 2016 5:51 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:azteca (10/05/2016) |
I must have passed this attic door,
Framed in it`s mist of quietness
A thousand times
I wonder what it was
That bid me now
Accept the invitation
And come in.
Through nostalgia country
Has been sweet.
Past the old rocking horse
(my first addiction)
My old three-wheeler bike
Upon which - trailing
A panic of pursuing womenfolk -
I first burst out the bonds of neigh...
Sunday 30th October 2016 4:31 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Susan | With Thanks |
As I walked through Newsham Park, down a darkened Orphan Drive.
I came to the abandoned asylum, where spirits they say still thrive.
Inside the old wards,lie discarded wheelchairs and relinquished chains.
Rusty old trollies are scattered about,in these derelict old remains.
Sudden temperature drops are not uncommon, which add to the chill.
Mortuary fridges a reminder of its past, an eerie p...
Sunday 30th October 2016 3:00 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:The Coventry Playground | The Cadbury's Man | Whatever Happened to the Circus Clown? |
When mercy sleeps
And love cries for all that’s gone
Because grace has stopped searching
For the lost and vulnerable
And pity has become a dirty word
That lines the rubbish bins of those that have
And all those who have not are perceived
To bite the hand that feeds them
Because they are apparently
Filthy scrounging and greedy
As the needy and h...
Sunday 30th October 2016 2:50 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Wimpy bar days | Biscuit tin |
In springtime when the forest greens,
And buds dot woodland bed,
I love to view these wondrous scenes
To clear my wintry head;
Where rivers flow among the trees,
And splashes echo on the breeze,
Where rivers flow,
Where rivers flow
To bumbling buzz of roving bees.
In springtime when the forest greens,
And life returns to earth,
Sunday 30th October 2016 2:39 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Samhain And The Sidhe | Chalk And Cheese | Pavement Echoes | Eating Out | Starlings | White Dragon | In Dreams She Came | Approaching Winter | Autumn |
They're digging the road up again
last time it was a water main
this time it's gas replacement
from minor road to minor basement
they're moleing through the grass and dew
the traffic mounts
They're digging up the road again
strange vehicles stand back to back
men in red are visible for mile...
Sunday 30th October 2016 1:33 pm
Also by ray pool:THE CAVE | COMPUTER REPAIR SHOP | JU JITSU | RECIPE FOR POLITICS ! | BEREAVED | I KILLED THE MONSTER | SPRING - HEELED JACK | WATERWISH | MORSE CODE | PHOTOGRAPH | RESERVOIRS |
If only I was a super scary eerie ghost
I long to be a grim gallant ghastly ghoul
Get up to all kinds of mystic mischief
And generally play act the foolish fool
I am surely in a Halloween state of mind
Only allowed out to surprise on October 31
A genuine evil deadly dude one of a kind
Well I’ll be a sinister surly son of a gun
I will scare the pants off you guaranteed
Sunday 30th October 2016 9:14 am
Also by Tom Doolan:For Pete's Sake | October 10 | National Poetry Day | Awesome Autumn |
They're building a wall on the border.
They question which God you revere.
The military men have their orders
to weed out the liberals and queers.
The nation is ravaged with violence.
His critics are seeking asylum.
The U.S. lies in ruin - go figure
why the wider world is gripped with fear:
President Trump has control of the nuclear trigger.
He's ripped up the free trade agreements...
Sunday 30th October 2016 8:39 am
Also by Tim Ellis:Why Do Poets Like Autumn? |
Autumn quietly reaches out and gifts Summer her cloak
To cover the bright capricious head from the change she can't revoke.
Everywhere there are signs of storing and the gathering of fuel,
As the World spins on its restless way to welcome rich renewal.
It's time for Nature to take a pause...for life to take a breath,
Before Winter takes a vice-like grip and all seems akin to death....
Saturday 29th October 2016 10:21 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:FLYING IN THE FACE OF REASON | HAM-A-MIA! | BETJEMAN | A NOD TO W.E. HENLEY | ARE YOU? DO YOU? | WATCHING TRAINS GO BY | UNTITLED |
Sky white as good Afghan heroin.
A prelude to snow upon the wind.
The chestnut tree whispers blind panic.
Her fruits never bargained for this.
Sunday church bells ring out Jazz for Jesus.
It’s Mary’s last night alone in the choir.
She’s fallen in love with the verger,
even though she knows he’s a liar.
Mr Johnson affronted in his doorway,
at the wonderment of n...
Saturday 29th October 2016 9:49 pm
She runs down the
Catching grasping at her
While her shadow
Words By Dad + Roisin
Foto Tommy Carroll
Saturday 29th October 2016 9:05 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:She runs... | Sir! - step away from the pot |
They're coming on a train
to a town near you
bald and brainless
they haven't got a clue
claiming to be skinheads
but they're really just dicks
spewing right wing rhetoric
in their rabble of pricks
whether its a great british march
or a concert for the RAC
the words are hatred
that separate them from me
"it can't happen here"
you say to yourself
but watch them invade your town
Saturday 29th October 2016 2:29 pm
It is not only loving,as a closeness,
but also,its neccessity that drives us onwards
binding,putting the slightest of doubts in the past for good
as if some unseen force had locked it there
and killed off the suggestion that our togetherness might dissipate.
Neither,is there anything to fear,whenever particles of our certain dreams fail to connect
and comfort the colours of ...
Saturday 29th October 2016 11:56 am
Also by Jemima Jones:The fuck everybody else fuckers | Tidal therapy | Inside the outside | avoiding the void | An uprooting | When forwarding towards a culmination |
In the valley of despair,
full of aught, but strange thoughts,
where darkness wrapped the welkin
and silence ruled the fields,
a mere lonely soul,
walking in solitude.
The lush green grass,
swayed in the breeze
as the melancholy of the soul,
swooped in the puff.
Prickly paths were those,
yet she felt as snowflakes,
as pain was all around,
utter pain was ruling her.
The valley seemed ...
Saturday 29th October 2016 5:07 am
"Please do you have any change spare?"
Only occasionally people give.
Vacant stares usually oppress
Everyday, it is a struggle to live.
Rumbling stomachs scream and stress
Time is captive, trapped in such a mess
"You must see, do you even care?"
Friday 28th October 2016 11:44 pm
Some years ago (about 18, as it happens) I was working on a contract at Fujitsu, near Newton Aycliffe.
We’d just finished for the day and three of us, Eric, Joe and myself, were stood at Reception sharing a bit of banter with the security guys.
“You must be raking it in, your blokes.” says Joe “You were on last night, this morning and you’re on again now”.
“You’ve got to be joking” says ...
Friday 28th October 2016 8:47 pm
Also by John Coopey:LITTLE BASTARDS | UNFRIEND | MR GABARDINE MAN | PENNY LANE | BIGGER GULPS OF AIR (TAX AVOIDANCE FOR OTHERS) | MICHAEL AND MICHELLE | THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD (and other thoughts) |
I will always be the broken one,
I never seem to find time for myself,
Trying to fix other people's problems,
Putting my own stress upon the shelf
And as the anxiety begins its slow ascent
Like an ocean tide, wave by wave
I feel like I'm tied to the floor, unable to breathe,
Forced to watch as it drags me to my grave
Friday 28th October 2016 7:38 pm
Also by Eric:Only Gets Better | A Starry Night | Abide in the Mystery | My Dear Friend | The Most Courageous Souls | Forced to watch as it drags me to my grave | Who am I supposed to be? |
a father picks through chunks of his children,
women beg mercy
from men who don’t listen.
The tyrant wears Gucci
and shouts down true lies,
he’s got fresh dollar bills
revolving for eyes.
painted slick for the skaters,
who glide through the blood
un-veined by peace haters.
So we keep voices low
lest they ev...
Friday 28th October 2016 8:47 am
Also by Wolfgar:A whim away | Beyond the yellow wood | Teeth | In the sanctuary of dreams | Saturday morning silence | The Bürgermeister | Friday Street | Children of no hope (50 years since Aberfan) | Sycophant | Salt and diesel (skinned) | As seasons change | Future bombs |
Standing there on the bourn
out of time, events
the leaves fluttering
I fall prey to dreaming
An aspen is whisperig to me
years go by
An aspen is whispering to me
I feel the vibrations
Thursday 27th October 2016 6:39 pm
If your shirt has no button
and your trousers are roughen,
if your jacket is so crushed
and your carpet needs a brush,
if you can’t find a clotheshorse
and all the time curse
There is only one way out:
to marry or divorce.
Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
Thursday 27th October 2016 12:32 pm
The Simplest Hug
The embrace of the one you love,
That moment of togetherness,
The briefest moment, the pause,
The physicality and biology,
The connection psychologically,
The look in your beautiful eyes,
The faintest kiss,
Then we close,
The Wrapped around,
The Limbs embrace and entwine,
The Senses overload,
Whisp of perfume and cologne,
The Ears key in to b...
Thursday 27th October 2016 10:27 am
Also by Tom (Neil) Clark:Bake Off - Bog Off | With You, Our First | Can't Wait to see you Tomorrow. | Absence makes the heart go influenza ! | Blue Heart | Brexit Football | L is for ? |
Let go of fear
For it doesn’t serve
Truth & love
And Everything left is dust
It falls when the sun rises
Disappears when the wind blows
Try if you must to hold on
But days will go by
The Sun will still set & rise
And So we will grow
Only love remains
Patient or restless
Together or alone
It will if its meant to
Fear not loneliness
Wednesday 26th October 2016 7:30 pm
Also by Dan Marino:Be Honest, Live True | Ray Of Hope |
I don’t need applause
Or any kind of praise
I don’t need affirmations of love
Just a sign, that’s enough.
I don’t need platitudes
Or fake understanding.
I don’t need speeches
Just a word, that’s enough.
I don’t need your tears
I’ve got tears of my own
And I don’t need your anger,
Just advice, that’s enough.
I don’t need your sorrows,
Wednesday 26th October 2016 6:00 pm
(blatant Eliot ripoff)
One fine dark night with a fine dark sky
And fine-sliced moon so bright,
A Cat leapt forth with a fine black coat
And paws of moonlit white;
If I should ask you to say her name
I'm sure you'd tell me that
Tessera Tessera, Cat.
She had no humans, she had no home,
She had no meals to eat,
But soon, by means of a friendly p...
Wednesday 26th October 2016 5:31 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:My auntie met a soldier | Kashka |
alva is who appears at midnight
with a mechanical needle one hundred metres long
sucking bleak black blood from the acne scars of mother
alva is here when i am alone and i lock my door
peeling crescent moons of rose red flesh
alva is the sin
that lets me think i can get away with it
the foolish pride
the decaying colostrum from your darkened nipples
Wednesday 26th October 2016 12:31 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:silt | seasonal attraction disorder | when a dog returns to consume its own vomit, it does so through choice and not hunger | all we ever wanted was everything | fabric | mechanism | eleuthoromania | opiate rapture in e-minor | i took you to the brightest places on earth so that i could see who you truly are |
“Mum, what’s a laboratory?”
“Well son, it’s a place where
Men in white coats
With hair all over the place
Make exciting things
That fizz and bang and sometimes smell rotten”
“Dad, how can the moon be all those different shapes?”
“Because it’s clever and it can.”
“Mum, what’s a Policeman?”
“Well son, he’s very smart and helpful...
Tuesday 25th October 2016 10:50 pm
Also by Andy Smyth:He's there | Dirt | Church | The things we say | My Best Friend |
I would kill to dance with you underneath the moon. only nature surrounding us as we captivate earth with the way we speak of magic and change. for no one believes I can pick myself back up to be noticed by the sun.
Tuesday 25th October 2016 7:36 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:You shine even when you don't know it | ego that will never dilute | Know you deserve the best | The lies we accept | Cheater | Repeat love cycle | You left me with rotting skin | Mass manipulator | Don't leave for money | Believe |
immatured hearts can not seperate love from simple infatution, nor understand the damage such lack of experience can create in ones life. it is motivated by ego & blinded by its need for attention.
matured hearts does not care for mindgames. they communicate. they know that love is playful, not childish. such hearts recognize love as a safe place. home. because love is loyal & trustwhorty. it d...
Tuesday 25th October 2016 6:41 pm
They believed in a mythical being,
who supposedly loved his creation.
Omnipotent and all seeing -
His will needing no explanation.
They followed his lore from an old book
written by disciples raising the stakes -
that one thing they just shouldn’t cook
were those sinful and bad fairy cakes.
“Good will to all men” they proclaimed
(but the women di...
Tuesday 25th October 2016 12:33 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Mynydd Du | Eater Of Worlds | Rosetta Of The Endless Night |
You entered my life and created a world
A life of perfection and a future arose
I had it all but was not ready
So lost it all in a selfish millisecond,
Now ten years later I still regret
Like a medieval black sickness
I wish to forget,
I'd do anything to rewind a decade or more
But knowing your with him hurts even more
Life stretched forth and I'm trapped within
Tuesday 25th October 2016 11:41 am
Also by Luke Hoseason:Commitment to a Depressive |
Peace is a road leading to the place
where the green of winter is holding fast
against the browns of summer’s advance..
Peace is stepping on wood old as life
on a path damp and wet
and filled with colour, reflections and
the smell of nature in cycles
Peace is listening to the lapping water that
edges and amplifies the sounds
of birds settling all a-rustling on the banks...
Monday 24th October 2016 2:31 pm
(Two short poems from my recently released book 'the end of summer' (https://www.amazon.co.uk/End-Summer-Andy-N-ebook/dp/B01LY7YR9K)
Summer will come again
and the rain will stop spraying
the air like spilled pepper.
Leaves will stop crunching on the floor
and sleet will stop reducing
your shoes to tears.
The wind still stop slamming
shut your back door
Sunday 23rd October 2016 9:44 pm
Also by Andy N:The End of Summer book new released | Stealing Inspiration |
When you lie
I smile, I laugh,
Just look at you face..
But in my mind there is only disgrace...
When you lie
I have seen that look,
know your tricks for some time..
Two timing is in your blood.. ur niether his nor mine..
When you lie
Ur angry, U scream..
Voilent some times..
See the lies in your eyes
Ur infidelity they define.
When you lie
You take me for a fool...
Sunday 23rd October 2016 7:09 am
Also by Raymond Blaze:Fading love | The reasons we fight.. | Options |