Poetry Blogs (Nov 2016)
One day I will wake up in your arms.. And I will shine by your Charm.. Without any stress without any tension holding hand in hand.. A diamond will be shining in my babies finger as we will be walking on soft sand.. Happy will be you happiest will be me.. I will be your perfect husband that I always want to be..
Wednesday 30th November 2016 11:16 pm
Also by Krishna Sharma:Krish Poetry |
I lost a school friend this week to cancer
found out by chance on Facebook
we shared close times
in a band together
travelled on bikes when summers were young
challenged each other in photography
found out by chance on Facebook
while casually trawling
to find something mildly enthralling.
The statement came up ungarnished
amongst the litany of rants
Wednesday 30th November 2016 11:16 pm
Also by ray pool:TERMINAL FACILITATION part 2 | SHOWBIZ LEGEND | THE OLD KENT ROAD | RETAIL RISE AND FALL | JUDGE RINDER | DOGGING | THE ARCADE | NOW THE DUST HAS SETTLED AGAIN | JUST ANOTHER DAY | TAKE ME DOWN | DUFF MUSICIAN | THE COMMON COLD | GET CARTER (Jack's Return Home) | JACK | RECUMBENT | REMEMBER REMEMBER | LONE WOLF | REFUGEE CAMPS IN PAPUA NEW GUINEA | TERMINAL FACILITATION |
The russet leaves are scattered all around,
As urban trees cast off their summer clothes,
And in the pool that fills them on the ground
Reflects the naked limbs that they expose.
They seem to claw up to the cold grey sky,
To drag down icy snow and freezing rain,
As happened during every year gone by,
And winter comes around this year again.
Wednesday 30th November 2016 10:46 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:In Waking Dream | Delusions Of Literacy | Anarchy | Reality TV | as you pass | Christmas Is Not Here Yet! | Autumn Haibun | Curry | Snowflakes | I’ll Go As I Damn Please Into The Night | Grumpy Rant | Just Another Morning | So Long, Leonard | Last Night | Waterfall | Spring Palindrome | Spring Woodland | Icy blast | Dark Enchantress |
untouchable invasions of surreality
flowing fully fledged
flooding the vacant chambers
of my slumbering mind
from unknown sources
born in unbelieved otherness's
who can say,or retrace
that gave them birth,permission's
to stage their weird,intangible
in the clouded theatre's of my subconciousness?
Wednesday 30th November 2016 10:26 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:fool' em-fuck 'em-fleece 'em! | OMG! its that time of year when I have to kiss Granny! | ale house parishioner | us? human beings? don't make me fucking-CRY! | the day my brains fell asleep | my fucking absolute fucking detestations of fucking football fucking fixations! | floundering | party dress dreams | bojanglesque | bringing him home | we tasted honey | looking through Greta Garbo's eyes | split descision | enforcement of pulpit propelled fire and brimstone | where do you go to my rubbery | loadsa(your)money! | beyond enough | roughly bonked |
If love were a bank
His overdraft emptied her
Wednesday 30th November 2016 9:29 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Not Playing | Haiku: Missing | Haiku: Insane | Haiku: Invitation | Haiku: Virus | Haiku: Plain to See | Haiku: Under the Lid | Haiku: Winter's Prayer | Haiku: Winter's Night | Haiku: Early Bird | Haiku: Abandoned | Haiku: Stubborn | Haiku: Windswept | Haiku: Stellar | Haiku: Slingshot | Haiku: Bard | Haiku: Call to Arms | Haiku: Torrent | Haiku: Enlightened | Haiku: Central Heating | Haiku: 55% Turnout | Haiku: Bitter | Haiku: Soupcon | Haiku: Fallen | Haiku: Dementia | Haiku: Mockery | Haiku: Insomnia | Haiku: November | Haiku: Player |
through the soul.
Yet pierces so deep,
No words, nor sound.
With feelings untold.
The mind is racing
with thoughts so strong,
but the heart has been hurt,
so the mouth won't speak.
Express what you feel,
so the heart can be free.
Open to love,
because it's all that it needs.
Wednesday 30th November 2016 6:00 pm
Also by Dara Smith:The Attraction |
My mind is a tomb where the gods sleep
To awaken in my dreams
Past and future blur in to the present
My hearts ink bleeds, staining the parchment of the days
It took my mother three days to evict me from her soft place
Aching for the blade to cut me out
Peeling the flesh from the sacred ground
An explosion of screaming guilt and bloody flesh
To lay roots at the foot...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 4:45 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:take me to tokyo where the lights may blind me | a clenched fist full of your ribs, balaam, would mend the ways of many who are lost at sea | morning dew | lay my neck on this block of wood but make it one clean swing | cracked |
A brain that’s been tapped and tinkered is suddenly transformed.
A soul that’s been prodded and pulled is carefully put back in its place.
Thoughts have been dusted and polished and put away in their boxes.
A gut that been untangled, unknotted, instead now tied in a bow.
But then the scars to the brain have split.
The crack in its box is on display.
A scratch to the soul wan...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 2:43 pm
Shoot me or slay me
Or hang me up high
Stone me and bleed me
Please kill me, it’s time I die.
I have been to places
from east to west
I have heard you all enough
fake laughter and jest
’Was taught to fear and pray
All throughout a day
’Was taught to have faith in you
You washed faith away
Wouldn’t mind being murdered
butchered or beheaded
Wednesday 30th November 2016 2:35 pm
Also by Deshik Dutta:A Dream |
Quotations quashed quick
Quondam quarrels queue
Quislings quibbling, quiver
Qualified queues quiescing
Wednesday 30th November 2016 3:27 am
Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:P |
Pull Mister Fantismo to the plank, feed the sharks
Said the pirate's captain to the rest of the crew
As our hero was caught getting the map's preview
And with his memory, remembering the marks
As he jumps from the plank onto the dolphin's back
Avoiding the cannon and now with the ship's chase
Speeding through obstacles and getting some free space
Arriving at island to gather treasure trac...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 1:28 am
Also by Louis Audet:Mr Fantismo and underwater soccer | Mr Fantismo and Napoleon | The great flood | The swag | Daughter | Wireless | Couple | Survival | Threesome | Our great nation | Kissing her | To be close | Same road | Swing | Fantasy | Mother Nature | Cotton | Losing it | The sinking | Mr Fantismo at the hypnotist | The deal | My next boyfriend | Frost bite | Fog | Slow down | Mexican Festival | Monopoly | Marry | Fight | Banana | The student | Mr Fluffy | Beautiful | The Fishes in the Sea | Smile for me | Hotel Fun | Mr Fantismo and the game | Danger Sign | Delivering |
The take is always stalking,
What will it be?
Hold off and it will wait…
Now don’t be afraid….
What of the consequence….?
That’ old familiar wave…
It may weigh on you like chains—
but it goes back from where it came!
And the forgiveness of its wake,
that amniotic calm…
Theres safety in the take!
Tuesday 29th November 2016 9:33 pm
Also by Brent Cameron:Dear friend..no more needles | bring me my eyes |
It`s a fall! A drop!
Sheer from the top
Joy to the sight it is.
A drape! A cape!
Sleek on her neck`s nape,
A helmet of light it is.
It`s a spilled sluice
Of gold juice
At the vintage-squeeze it is.
(The slight stir
Of one hair
Caught in the breeze it is.)
It`s the deep gleam
Of that oak beam
At the head of the stairs it is.
The silk glow...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 8:30 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:About Jumbo | `I`m not a politician`...Trump | Gerasimos...of Gaios | That`s what we elected them for |
I saw my soul cry black drops,
As I sat on the throne talking to god,
Its not like im lonley, I got more to do,
There are plenty of women out there, Other than you,
This is the only way forward, I shiver and shake,
Trying to hold onto a love we cant make,
And I cant try patience I have waited for you,
Not much to go, just the odd clue,
Get bad ass baby, do whateve...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 8:13 pm
Also by Kevin Pugh:My day today (Pressure and Bullshit) | My Love | On the run | On the run | The End | Roses | Poker face | The Devil Rides, | Hell | Slow train | (untitled) | Pure no more, | Wood. | Mother Ireland, | Old Times | The Mystery that is me | Im down with the Devil | Gimme the good stuff, | Lousy | Beuty | Soul | Purity | Ana | God Loves Bob Marley | Magic and Peace | The Warrior Prince | Goodnight Lovers | Shine a light, | The red Bull | A November day with no money to pay | Greed | Water and Whiskey | I ain't gonna die | Purple | Micks | Sunshine | Apples | The crucification lasted forever. | Sleeping Dogs | Father | Before the Garden | I AM THE SKY | 18 | Jesus was one of Many | My Love | Net | The urn again | Leon | The Pencil | A Distant Light | The Rose | Jail | Dark Moon | Wisdom' Curse |
We dream of paradise
It's there in our eyes
When they are closed
And nobody even knows
Which way the wind blows.
We dream of redemption
Mercy for our temptation
We want to right our wrongs
So we can hear the songs
That the tropical birds sing
We know He is listening
We don't know what Future brings
We only what's happening
To us now
As we frown
Eyes cast down
Tuesday 29th November 2016 7:26 pm
Let me write you there where my poems fail,
where endings are new beginnings.
Two aging strand ends, two baby lip ends,
two porous tongue ends, two bone finger ends
in line after lines, repeating,
'successive matings, successive deaths is also a line'.
Let me call you there where my being searches for its lost,
where hollowness continues as a road.
An extended yet temporary ki...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 5:47 pm
With and an old man’s eyes and a young man’s wink
Calamity John sat down to drink
His fingers stained with nicotine
While he talked about what might of been
And a look of misadventure never found.
He’d travelled the world from an old arm chair
With a remote control as he sat there
Making plans he’d later piss against the wall
And now and then...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 5:11 pm
Cuffed and gagged
foetal like, they lay expectantly.
The night, still blacker beyond the hooded veil,
breath wet against fear filled faces.
Occasionally touching each other,
they’d flinch and yelp.
A kick or word, would silence that,
and freeze their sparking nerves.
reduced to meat.
Vessels of information to be squeezed,
Tuesday 29th November 2016 9:58 am
Also by Wolfgar:Seeds | Antithetical union | Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani | Hollow | Ballykinler | In Erich Mielke’s office | An indefinable numbness | Wilt | White stick | Political neck vagina | Love notes | On Bourley Road | A regeneration | November spawned a monster |
Inertia be damned.
Every time you look at me
It's been too long.
Tuesday 29th November 2016 8:55 am
..too busy being a misfit
and couldn't become a lover--
roving every earthly scene
just to find a home.
the thick fog
that besets me,
I'm turning on
the search lights--
looking for that place
where gravity seeks
lands legends key
and puzzles mislaid piece.
Tuesday 29th November 2016 2:11 am
Also by elPintor:unto the newly borne.. | blowback | needled | erode | my old school | unreachable |
First to be disrobed is shyness before undressing coyly
knowing not of how to tease
we leave words to drown in silence
allowing only each others touch to please.
Candle light softly floating
enhancing sweetly this living dream
O slow! go slow dear precious night
let love make long the hours seem.
Monday 28th November 2016 8:32 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:Betrayal of a post impressionist | The reasons why I must go litter picking | Esperantist of the soul | linkage | in recognition of the fall | Street meat |
Last night you held my skin between your fingertips;
You washed slow kisses upon my parted lips.
Last night you drew circles across my across my thighs, upon my naked knee;
And gave your closeness to me.
Last night you left lotus-marks upon my throat,
Your eyes seethed against mine, where I had grown remote.
Last night the night lengthened to conceal in billows of silk bliss
The aching me...
Monday 28th November 2016 4:05 pm
Also by Merritt:Strawberry Punch | Horrible Bliss | The Fish | Don't Tell Me That You've Been to the Sea at Night | I Love Too Fast | You Do Not Go From Me Violently | Where Is My Home Among These Mountains? |
In fifteen eighty eight the Spanish navy came to fight
To claim the crown King Philip thought was his god-given right
Now millions of us fly to Spanish islands in the sun
The wars are long forgotten, the Armada is long gone
So sing for Europe, sing for peace, and sing to make amends
Let’s raise a glass of sangria to all our Spanish friends
The French are nearer neighbou...
Monday 28th November 2016 3:16 pm
Also by Joe Williams:Brontosaurus |
I'm sorry but I don't believe enough is being done . Things are kept quiet things are put on hold . And the truth is not being told .We teach our children to be good always fare . And should always be aware of danger . To trust and yes to seek . But things are not always what it seems . Why do they pander to some people doing harm .Why do they resist the truth and then out comes all the harm . The...
Monday 28th November 2016 10:46 am
It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life.
You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism.
And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality.
As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall,
so you get indecisive between the f...
Monday 28th November 2016 8:04 am
Also by Connie Walter:Formidable Love | rudely interrupted | 3am | Loving ourselves |
1:00 am, and here I am again. My insomnia gets the best of me. The odd hours of the early morning, we've become really good friends. These hours lead me to think. That, if I were poet, that’s what I’d write about. People and the late hours of the night/early morning. People who have worked in the middle of the night. Men who have loaded trains. Emergency room nurses with gentle hands. Night clerks...
Monday 28th November 2016 7:21 am
Also by Dana Lee:For the one who will never love me for me | a letter to my soon to be ex husband |
He doesn’t let go until I’ve forgotten all about it.
Like a dead leg.
My toes are still curled by the time he leaves me.
Yes, I suppose I am better off without him.
And there isn’t necessarily an absence left.
As if I know what I need,
I put all my weight on my foot again.
My sister says, “No, don’t you do that!”
And for once—
I count my ye...
Monday 28th November 2016 5:06 am
Also by Jessica Yi:Smile |
You blow up your pain and burst into vapor
Loving the smell of dangerous nature
Drink to all things you'll get to later
didn't know you'd grow into a tree with flames in your craters
Monday 28th November 2016 2:51 am
Also by Youthfullyxx:Thoughts scare us | When you get upset it overflows | new jeans | spiritual and religious | We exchange stories that change us forever | Alone | Diary |
everything burns when you're made of fire
energy intoxicates me
the happiness is electrifying
the jealousy is inebriating
desire like a drug.
depression consumes me
my limbs persevere in their shaking and the muscle in my soul rattles.
i fall in abyss like sleep.
i always float on my ocean of petrol
with anxiety i just hold the match.
the flame doesn't flicker.
Monday 28th November 2016 1:55 am
If you need a dictator I’m your main man
I will serve my people the best that I can
All I ever wanted was to set Cubans free
One of the best friends that I ever had
Che Guevara a soldier and brother in arms
When they executed you hombre I was sad
If you want a revolution go to war with me
I will fight to the bitter end just you see
I’m not afraid of the weak imper...
Sunday 27th November 2016 10:22 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:The Man from U.N.C.L.E. | Leonard Norman Cohen - R.I.P. | Transylvanian Encounter |
mirror mirror on the wall
its the hardest thing i've ever talked
y m i judged with nothing i've ever done
is it the greatest gift i've ever won?
y do people always talk negative about me?
is this my popularity or someone's greed,
isn't my heart enough to potray what i m
is it that necessary to become anyone who i never m
y it always happens to me?
this is what m holding...
Sunday 27th November 2016 5:23 pm
Also by anni always:(untitled) |
Let me walk holding your little finger and feel safe;
I know you would walk with me and not strafe
Let me find my world in those beautiful dark eyes
I am sure they donot say lies
Let me loose myself in those dependable arms;
And I know nothing in the world can cause me any harms
Let me pull your cute little nose
For which you for sure cannot oppose
Let me play with those bi...
Sunday 27th November 2016 5:08 pm
Also by Krati Singhal:Ford Anthem | I wish I had someone | I Believe, I Dream, I aspire ….. | And i saw her going !!!! | I smiled , but i didnt | Love needs a reason ? |
This is the research about Norman names alluded to in the November meeting:
People with "Norman" surnames like Darcy and Mandeville are still wealthier than the general population 1,000 years after their descendants conquered Britain:
Sunday 27th November 2016 3:45 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:November 2016 Collage Poem: Forking Paths | November 16th Creative Network Meeting |
(A re-post from 2012, the 50th anniversary, but now apt again)
I’d never heard my mum or dad speak like that before
“Shut up!” they shouted as we played upon the kitchen floor
This photograph of memory will live for evermore.
An overbearing silence between us then ensues
Embarrassingly trodden on by the TV’s news
A charge of domesticity we kids feared to defuse.
Sunday 27th November 2016 10:55 am
Also by John Coopey:GARDEN OF LOVE (YOUR MOTHER'S SYCAMORE TREE) | I NEVER MEANT IT | THE FLYING TURD | WANTED - 65 VIRGINS | THAT BLOND COMB-OVER MAN | I WANT TO KISS YOU FOR CHINA |
A very very different version of Collaborating in Memory can be found last year on my blog but i just wanted to let you all know that's its been published on Creative talents unleashed
All been good, this should be in my next full length book 'From the Diabetic Ward'.
Sunday 27th November 2016 10:49 am
Also by Andy N:The Ghost of Dukinfield Cemetery |
Screen of sky
Scroll up, scroll down
Light breaks, night-wreaks
Memories breathe, feelings sigh
Amongst his status updates
© Juhi Gupte
Sunday 27th November 2016 9:24 am
Also by Juhi Gupte:Micropoetry | Narcissist & the Empath | Have been a mother, will I be a mom? |
I dreamed i wrote a poem with words wisdom and notes of beauty
Somthing so sound it could of woke sleeping beauty the queen of the east
Joined hands with the demon of the west when i write it's not to write at you i got a pen and paper how could i attack you
What cause words hurt
I mean they tickle a little but action is what makes a mistake
You wanted something calling you out i...
Sunday 27th November 2016 6:52 am
Also by Jay:Running Trains | Memories |
11/5 early morning slip-ups
strike you down.
The hunger is ugly.
Early smoke in the sunrise
beckons a call to the forlorn
finding company with
those that cast shadows and cloud
Cold, Cold, Cold,
numb finger tips
tuning the radio dial,
searching for old solice
the stuttering roar of the automobile.
I remeber her explor...
Sunday 27th November 2016 1:50 am
The Wall.. by Robert Eunson.
This is the place where dove's are nailed to stone..
Where the words we exist to resist, are written on the wall and where the spray can is mightier than the sword.
The year's of endless suffering..the check points..the land grab.the ilegal settlements.
The fear on both sides..The hate on both sides .The death on both sides.
Saturday 26th November 2016 5:25 pm
Nietzsche got it wrong
And though I’ve often heard it said
I think I’m sure of it myself
Yes - I know I am not dead
I never died, nor was I born
I am older than the Earth
And as for all the stars around
I oversaw their birth
I am ancient. Modern. Wise
Sager than the sage
Though not as great as once I was
But I put that down to age
I remember when I started
On a creative cuisin...
Saturday 26th November 2016 3:34 pm
Also by David Lindsay:Listen | Wordsworth |
As long as I could connect and make the words flow I painted the world in my lyrics. At first I found muse even in the smallest of things. As I learned more my words grew and expanded. Rhythm fell in place and danced in my provocative scenes. But the sun's rays no longer see the point ink upon parchment. Death and macabre bleeds out. Happiness seems nonexistent. Ravens cries "Nevermore" as I sit b...
Saturday 26th November 2016 2:40 am
Also by Lilly Star:Forever Died |
I'm sorry, but I fell in love tonight.
With every stolen glance,
and every single chance,
I just can't help but feel this is right.
Without you I am hopeless.
And hapiness seems too far to reach.
I am holding onto you, like a wave grasps a beach.
I am under your spell of hyposnis.
Forever, it's true.
I love you...
Saturday 26th November 2016 12:51 am
I don't just sit on a shelf
Waiting for you to pick me up
To think I am pretty
Despite the dust
So don't just think of me
Talk to me
Learn who I am
If I am there
Talk to me
Listen to me
Learn who I am
I will take myself of this shelf
Because I don't want to be
Be that unwanted toy
I have value and not just in memories
Friday 25th November 2016 11:27 pm
Also by Samantha Howard:A letter to the mother of the man I love |
What level have you reached today?
Outside no change
Inside to blame
Soaking the skin of someone
Dripping yourself in
Open ears, eyes, pores and sores
Friday 25th November 2016 8:43 pm
Less Than Human
Crash landed on this barren planet
Twenty seven forty three
Co-pilot killed on impact
And eaten eventually
There’s no food in the food hold
Incinerated by the heat
I’m trapped here in the cockpit
With the bones of Corporal Lee
Got out through the meteor shield
By use of a sharpened shin
That I made into a passable axe
By very careful ho...
Friday 25th November 2016 5:45 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Votive Offering | USMF | Red Poppies On An Autumn Day |
an immortal invisibilty
abiding in everything everywhere
even within and immeasureably beyond
the pitiless realms of death.
and indiscriminately retrieving
its short lived loan
from the futile graspings
of all things mortal
© Patricia Wilde 24th ...
Thursday 24th November 2016 5:10 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:After lighting a match | Hearth for an avian | (Dis)member(er) of Parliament | Haiku: Death train | Towards revelation | Bric-a-bra(atti)c |
Two hello smiles
simultaneously sharing complementary
good mornings together.
Few years later
we meet again
somewhere completely different.
Two hello smiles
simultaneously sharing complementary
good mornings together.
My friend asks
Who is that?
eagerly awaiting reply.
A passing face
busy City traveller
catching delayed train.
Thursday 24th November 2016 4:04 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:The Ghost of Captain Dick |
Whatever you try to do, you can't
take that joy away from me.
My joy is mine
I cried when you inflicted me, but the joy
within me comforted my soul.
You would never understand why I smile.
You would never know why I ignore the hateful things said about me, or my people.
I have joy within me that you could never tear down.
Like oil cleaving to my skin, I am clothed with love.
My water re...
Thursday 24th November 2016 12:30 pm
Also by Michelle Smith:Time to wake up | I can't just walk away | What is love? | Janel and Danny | Whisper | Life is too short |
The clocks have gone back; Here comes Winter.
The clocks have gone back to the 1930’s.
Cold comfort colours, a siege down the Legion,
old soldiers shields for murkier manoeuvres.
The clocks have gone back; Here comes Winter.
Once again it’s OK to say “send ‘em back.”
Chunks of sunny time flutter dying through branches
Where we built our kids’ futures lik...
Thursday 24th November 2016 8:45 am
Also by Jimmy Andrex:Andrex comes out....of the attic |
I am Sleeping Beauty
Rapunzel, Snow White and Gretel
I am Little Red Riding Hood
The Princess and the Pea
I am Alice in Wonderland
Harriet the Spy
I am Darrell from Mallory Towers
Pippi Longstocking and the Worst Witch
I am Milly Molly Mandy
Narnia's Lucy Pevensie
I am Ginger in Just William
Not Violet Elizabeth Bott
I am Charlie in the chocolate factory
Not Veruca Salt
I am Tra...
Wednesday 23rd November 2016 10:55 pm