Poetry Blogs (Feb 2016)
WHERE IS WALES
Where is Wales in this library
Between wooden shelves
Or sitting obediently
With more confident
Is she leather bound
Or plastic covered.
Is she hiding quietly
In the reference section
Playing with phones
Holding chewing gum
Or is she at the de...
Monday 29th February 2016 10:59 pm
Also by David Subacchi:PAUL KANTNER |
all went smoothly as our spacecraft made touchdown
the night was bleeding
distant hills etched in mystery
Gregory went first
and I watched them lumbering
heard the thin pleading note of voices
through the helmet
"wow, just like I thought it would be!"
"Sure is, same thought as mine!"
Mars unblinked, its channels escaping.
Monday 29th February 2016 8:02 pm
Also by ray pool:AT THE CAFE ROYAL | STAINED GLASS | CRUISE LINER | A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM | FLYING HOME | BANJO MAN | CHECKER BERRY WAS HIS NAME | SUPERMARKET SHOALS | DEBRIS FIELD | SHIP'S MUSICIAN | A BAROMETER FALLS | THOUGHT FORMS | ANTIQUE DEALERS | RAILWAY NOSTALGIA | FIRE BABY | COTSWOLD STONE VILLAGES | MUSICIANS ON THE MOVE | IN THE PIZZA EXPRESS TRINITY ROAD WANDSWORTH | A RESTORER'S LOT |
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope
In the furthest corner of my right eye
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield
Monday 29th February 2016 7:13 pm
Also by David Lindsay:Red Letter Day | Census Report |
To a special friend
It’s over now, can’t you see?
There’s no more left for you and me.
We tried and we worked
We fought and we cursed.
We reached a stalemate and got stuck on a loop.
I can’t be your pillar, your friend or your hope.
We crossed paths, we loved. There’s no more to say.
We can’t spend our whole life tied up in this way.
Youth is to be spent and p...
Monday 29th February 2016 5:39 pm
Also by nonlovogliodire:your eyes |
3Write is a new free monthly writing event at the heart of the local community in Ashton-under-Lyne. It takes place every first Saturday at Ashton Library starting at Noon on Saturday 5th March, and is open to people of all ages and abilities.
The premise is 3 themes per session, and 3 styles of writing per session. We then 3Write. With the growing spoken word scene in Tameside (with big p...
Monday 29th February 2016 4:59 pm
A cloud rolled by above
for no reason in particular
he reached up with a black heart
ripping out is stomach
Standing beneath it
he danced in its downpour
Only then was he happy
Monday 29th February 2016 4:47 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Inevitably | Thwarted | Surmountable ideas | The Gardener | Apple crush | Bloated | Empty box | Suffragette | Hopeful seeds | Footsteps followed | Lonely little beds | Vow | No spring day this | Edward Burra | Tremor's | Cathedral | The virtue of silence | Eternity's sunrise | Stolen | The impatient lighthouse | An ending | Peppermint tea with Gavin Bryars | A Mother | Un-slaved | Beyond the coriolis | Reflections on enforced separation | < = > |
The world is a merry go round
A roller coaster on rocky ground
The day is coming for a new born celebration
An explosion of love and good vibrations
A child of mine has lit the flame
Her life will never again be the same
Hey up grandad what’s the story?
Hold your head high and bathe in the glory
A miracle has occurred haven’t you heard
Confirmed conception that’s the wor...
Monday 29th February 2016 1:16 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:Love in Your Eyes |
I have a collection of poems, titled "The P.O.T". Below are excerpts of the work.
The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) is analogous to water being poured out from a pot to the ground. Here, water is a representation of thoughts and the ground represents the peoples’ minds.
It is a collection of poems that draws its thoughts from the interests of inspiration, motivation, spirituality...
Monday 29th February 2016 11:11 am
The gravy train is getting worried . Because the source could be drying up . After years of indulgence and having their way , there are lots of people who now want a say . Their lives have been taken by Austerity being made to forget all there dreams . These fat cats have indulged in the gravy train , whilest the British are suffering it seems . Our human rights have been taken away , by country'...
Monday 29th February 2016 7:34 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Have Our Say. | Junior Doctors | Paying Our Way |
If one pulls
A sheep astray
The flock is sure
To move that way.
To fish in a troubled water
Thwart we could
The old social fabric of unity
And create we shall
Suffering a crisis of identity!
“Ask me not why
They are better than
My peers and I
Also sensitize me not to deny,
What I see with my naked eye!
In attire,grooving,life style ,
Monday 29th February 2016 6:28 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Realizing His kingdom | Expect us not to believe | Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Ego-rocking words | Must Your Gratitude Be A Knife? |
The Jewish question hangs between us
I note the flinch in the eyes.
But do not understand why.
Perhaps it is the imagined assumption
that she might rise as smoke: too.
And so we back-peddle, for the brake.
And, talk of semi-colons
and grammatical Latinate imposition.
As if the bundled faggots of law
might extricate, an ill judged word.
How careful all speech must be
when thoughts are cr...
Monday 29th February 2016 1:29 am
Also by jeremy young:What You Won't Read in the Guardian | Scorta | Impression IV | Impression V | Kitsch | C'est une Pipe | 1968 - Black Lives | Letters Found | Between Stations | The Virtue of Chastity | Eden's Loss | ecce homo | the muslim's tale xviii | the muslim's tale xvii | the muslim's take xvi | the muslim's tale xv | the muslim's tale xiv | the muslim's tale xiii | the muslim's tale xii | the muslim's tale xi | the muslim's tale x | the muslim's tale ix |
Didn't hear a sound
Sunday 28th February 2016 6:24 pm
When you lit that cigarette
The bones of me shuddered,
The blood in me halted.
What I wouldn’t do for you to light my flame with your lips....
Because I’ve had men tell me that my lipstick tastes of petrol,
That my mouth lights fires,
That my tongue causes explosions
And of course, that opening my legs is the best way to put a fire out.
But this fire begins at you...
Sunday 28th February 2016 4:50 pm
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:The stranger on her neck | Layers | Blood Knot | Grisly Girl |
Woo, woo let’s go,
Hey, hey, hey
Aerobics on Pier 1,
Not on the sidewok,
You sit and eat your big bureedo
I can’t do this right now
Like, I’ve gotta see my therapist,
I’m on the sidewok right now,
Eating my big bureedo on the sidewok
With all that land of the free, home of the brave
Madness, fear, eyes closed pretend end
If you really close your eyes tigh...
Sunday 28th February 2016 12:41 pm
Also by Tramping Artisan:Love your life scar | Brief encounter | The things the fuck my head |
I would'nt cry if I were you.
inhale the music that is to come
there is always something for the heart to get dressed up for
awake with the flowers
get giddy and roll with the punches
be part of the not left behind crowd
shine as though you mean it
laugh at lightning
break the tension and write in wine
enjoy the taste of w...
Sunday 28th February 2016 8:54 am
Also by Jemima Jones:argumentative nature of the beast | slag | fork in the road | last post | dangles the spanner | out of depth | sea change | envelopement | cold comparisons | absorbing rejection | Heavenward | distanced | impotent | Passing through | Chain cutting | Late pre Winter stroll | Assuming in mono vision | Ideal hunk | Void | Dirty girl! |
Peacetime made him a stranger
To a life that had been denied;
Returning to unknowing city...
Quiet town and countryside.
Peacetime made him nervous,
Despite being a warrior before;
Now changed beyond all understanding
By what he had met in war.
Peacetime brought its own fears
And new battles to be won,
With fervent prayers that what he'd known
Would not b...
Saturday 27th February 2016 8:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:DOG DANCING | FUEL FOR THOUGHT | AUSTERITY |
There is always
so much that needs doing.
When it is all done.
There is always so much
that needs doing.
Patricia Wilde Feb 2016
Saturday 27th February 2016 10:40 am
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Defiance! | Scallyism | Departure | Granddaughter | Proof of insanity | Billabongers | Gottle'o'geer | hIDiNg | Pouring of the hearts | Striped and spectorial | Knife edge | Avoidance of scotch mist | Prophecy | Rough diamond |
Recall through the face at the door
that saturday morning one solid blank
grey window, scrubbed slab
beyond, several feet and more
laid the catapult, a pointed edge
from a distant acre fed, wind-side.
The concentric pattern in velvet
curtain brushed my hand as I reached
to turn and swing, oiled lock routine
the knives of cold the comfort
between the welcome and rain...
Saturday 27th February 2016 1:33 am
Also by David Blake:Cold |
Thought of texting you
And share entirety
Even and odd
Stored in self-shelf
To soothe its wounds and cuts
Asking your commitment
And its validity
Handful “ifs” and worried “buts”
Fueling my anxiety
Of “goodnight” and “take care”
Cheery “whats up”
was answered in snubbed “nothing”
Friday 26th February 2016 7:05 pm
Also by Juhi Gupte:Genese Within |
A single child,
Trapped behind rows and rows of wooden bars,
Longing for the warm comfort of their mother.
Their lungs ache in agony,
Wanting and waiting,
Their tiny cheeks ridden with tears.
They shake their small cage
As they grow tired and agitated.
Why hasn’t she come yet?
Doesn’t she know I want her?
They sit in defeat,
With sobs turning into te...
Friday 26th February 2016 2:33 pm
Also by Isobel Grace Clarke:A Single Tear | A Single Knife in the Kitchen Sink |
Would it be
Would it be nice to see the morning
With the one you love the most
Would it be nice to say "Good Night"
to the one you hold so close
Would it be nice to hold someone
So dear in your heart
Would it be nice to hear those words
"I Love You" from the one that you love
Friday 26th February 2016 11:56 am
Also by Geramar:fall in love again | (untitled) |
Aging tulips bow their
Crisp oxblood heads
Like dying embers
An elegant silver blade
Anxiously points toward
The obsidian window
Frail with disappointment
I stagnate by the sink
An inert phantom
Surrounded by walls.
Friday 26th February 2016 9:46 am
My disease is rampant. How dare I plead for mercy, when there, innocence lies, asleep in the crib?
My corruption on the floor, at war with itself, all night, disturbing sleep, and dreamless sleep.
The endless nights, redundant. Offensive life, that keeps me trapped inside myself, an animal, caged within.
The soul looks out this dirty window, screaming, still inaudible.
Friday 26th February 2016 4:24 am
Also by michael cooper:Eleison | Doxa | Dry Ankles | Dormition | Lethe |
stop touching me!
and we watch
Friday 26th February 2016 1:32 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Taxi at the door |
What a night
changed my whole perspective
tiny square piece of paper
dissolves on my tongue
hours of deep thought
time filled with colors and laughter
the world is big
I’m just a kid
someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop
pay the tax man
stand the picket line
I just wanna get laid
Friday 26th February 2016 12:03 am
Also by Eric Broke:The Academy | The Valley | Lip service | Isla Vista | Sleepy | By the Bay | When we speak | They | It falls |
(You can see that I'm on to a winner)
I’ll tell you a true story and I think you’ll find it funny.
I’d gone into the bookies where I often part with money.
I fancied a quick flutter as occasionally I do
On the Referendum we’ll soon have on the EU.
Although I’ll vote for “STAY” myself, cos that’s what I believe
I rather think the stupid British will decide to leave.
Thursday 25th February 2016 7:24 pm
Also by John Coopey:BORIS THE BIDER | THE BATTLE OF STAMFORD BRIDGE | HURRI-KANE | THE RANKING | WITH DAVE ON OUR SIDE | MY BEST FRIEND | 70m DASH |
No-one reads haikus
Pearls cast before muddy swine
Ignorance is bliss
Thursday 25th February 2016 12:14 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Fallen Idol | Haiku: Alone | Haiku: Inevitable | Haiku: Cba | Haiku: Bleached | Haiku: Moonlit Night | Children's Mental Health Week (8th - 15th Feb) | Spin on This | Haiku: Punxsutawney Phil | Haiku: Carpet of Crocus | Silent Witness 2 (Supernova) | Haiku: SAD |
Colourful tapestry banners cloth weaved words
embroided in a wealth of creativity
Write Out Loud contribute their poetry
stories endorsed by needle and thread
the endless search Heart of Stockport
many are found not just one.
Unpicked:Restitched an exhibition at Stockport Art Gallery
The rich heritage of Stockport now till the 22nd March.
Thursday 25th February 2016 12:03 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Taste The Wine First |
An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.
From there I soar and soar
Until my feet have met the ground.
And here I see a marvel to behold, golden gates to what waits behind a massive wall.
I draw near to get a better look,
Golden gates open with a brown wooden b...
Thursday 25th February 2016 5:41 am
when you are hurt
emotionaly or physicly
when you put up with everything
because it is the easy way out
when you return battered and bruised
feelings hurt, ego lowered
you start to say is ok
becuase you arnt worth any thing more
it stops now
i stuck up for you
what do i get in return
the moment i speak up
the day i stop putting up with it...
Thursday 25th February 2016 1:53 am
Wednesday 24th February 2016 4:01 pm
Its life that we live,die & sustain,
All we can see are the puppets behind curtain.
I was searching in the ocean of darkness,
All I got was creatures with harshness.
But I think I've found someone like me ...!!
I bind my self with stubborn rule,
which is as crazy as any bull.
cause I am surrounded by ruthless thieves,
who stole my life and gave me only griefs...
I got cheated with dag...
Wednesday 24th February 2016 12:41 pm
Am I suppose to be first or last,, do we really have a purpose or is life just chance,
thinking of the time when I was young and now addiction is what I become,
Running around like all I need is fun, but all I want is a life of love,
Broken faith, fear and rage, cigarettes butts and liquid with nasty taste,
Time goes by,
And the more I waste,
Sitting here in this empty place,
Wednesday 24th February 2016 8:59 am
The midnight moon mirrors in her immaculate eyes,
Portraying reflections of thruths of which I am already aware,
Illuminated by moonlight her flawless features astonish my mind,
My own deception upon my love for amative feelings I bare
Body and soul posessing unfathomable beauty,
In which my conscience is unable to manifest,
Her appeal to thine eyes is accompanied by continuity,
For I long ...
Wednesday 24th February 2016 3:33 am
Also by Nathan:Beauty under a facade | Self applied societal demise |
Maybe I should,
because like a hooker
You sucked my sole
and you can surely suck my silicone
You enjoying that entirely too much for my comfort.
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:48 pm
Eric is an intern, yes he’s doing this for free
headset wrapped around hot ears
counting all the crates of beers
ripped jeans show his puny knee.
Backstage riders take the piss!
Clipboard says an item’s amiss
The schedule’s tight; he’s been up all night
Too late to get it to the concert site!
Budgets are exceeded; the helipad’s all booked
Dressing rooms are ready; just hope it’s overl...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:54 pm
Also by Anna Ghislena:I can't take my eyes off those silver boots | Feedback |
She crouches in the British Museum,
Cowering shyly from visitors come
To admire her there, warily bathing,
And startled without a stitch of clothing.
Covering her blushes as best she can,
With her arms and hands strategically placed;
Staring as they progress,
Wandering on their pedestrian plan
Pensively pausing as they fondly faced
This beautifully sculpted Roman goddess...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:43 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Storm | Of Starlings | Poets Anonymous | They Are Not Gone | Event Horizon |
He took out his pen,
He put it to paper.
He ran out of ink,
Writing his name.
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 11:45 am
Also by Corr Lens:In Not So Many Words | Fuck It Why Not |
The fizz, the ghostly drag
invisible hands guiding these wanton bodies
I feel my compass spin
drawn in endless circles
Can I claim it as the artist’s curse
the love for new adventure
the pleasure of magnetic hearts
freshly spinning so close to us
whipping the iron filings of our creativity
into some explosive blur
a manifest black energy
But is it a curse at all
the thrill of the c...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:40 am
I try not to question my humanity
and let me be damned,
but I’m not the killing type.
I want to put out someone’s eyes
press them in or pluck them out
like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.
Like a force majeure,
rip the bricks from walls
watching architecture crumble and tumble
the relics of a past age fall,
flutter like shredded b...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:10 am
Also by Leo:Writing poetry is harder than you think | The Reunion | Happy Valentine's Day |
when I could feel her apprehension about her midriff,
Id have her walk up to me, cradle her hips
and rest my forehead on where her ribcage ends,
sinking in between the movement of her breath and breast
as she soothed the scars where the barcode used to be,
feathering nails at the nape of my neck
those scars and stretch marks id kiss better
as we'd both shudder, creak, and moan soft...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 1:47 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:crusade 2 (02/22/2016) | scavenger no. 5 (2/16/2016) | the nightmare of the spray (01/02/2016) | mulholland (01/30/2016) | winter shuffle (01/31/2016) | goldenrod monologue (02/97/2016) | caps lock purge (02/05/2016) | weren't odessa 3 (01/09/2015) |
She looked at me with those green eyes
Gentle eyes that told a story of hard trials
Stories yet to unfold,
Tales that must be retold
She said, By the time I was your age
I’d give anything to fall in love
That’s when I met the man of my dreams
My knight in shining armor
So many days we awaken to morning blues
Making love under the sunrise
With passion within ...
Monday 22nd February 2016 10:44 pm
Also by Keith Williams:Chapter 21: Find You | Chapter 20: The Music is Gone | Chatper 19: Secret Ingredient | Chatper 18: Overthinking |
Bianka danced all night with Igor
left him in a spree
A baby in a rucksack
his wallet in her teeth
She sold her son in Northampton
because Igor’s credit cards turned to dust
For three thousand quid, then Valium
She’s addicted to laxative lust
Misses her solder boy sometimes
He is never going to call
What the fuck did she expect from him
when she fleeced h...
Monday 22nd February 2016 8:38 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:The Twelve Steps of Poets Anonymous |
A shade of tear in my eye
& they say I am meek!
A thousand broken pieces in my heart
& they say I am weak!
No, don't take my shoes..they are my skin,
Go find me a burial,
I gotta search the Gods!
To all the heros you have...
You have failed in saving mankind,
Nature is not into marvels or animes!
I dream of superpowers...to save myself,
The world of betraying belie...
Monday 22nd February 2016 3:51 pm
Also by Rims:Illusion |
Love is Tolerance
Roses and Rum.
Forget sympathetic Sex.
LOVE IS TOLERANCE!
WOL, SALE, February, 2016,
Challenge: 5-minutes - 14 words ; Subject: LOVE
Monday 22nd February 2016 11:26 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Wind from my Window |
I pull you out
Smoothing your creases
Lying you flat so I can
Fill you with
A sweet mixture of guilt
There's artistry in my fingers
As I roll you expertly
(From years of practice)
Along your length
Into the shape I desire
I lick your edges
Firmly sealing you with a feather like touch
I place you lovingly between
Flicking the flame
That will bring you to li...
Monday 22nd February 2016 10:26 am
Also by Pixievic:The Fey Queen | Sherbet Lemons | Humans & Poets | Somewhere | In Crisis | Poet Brain (30w) | Just in Time | A Whisper from the Moon | Your Words (Haiku) | Aftermath |
safety deposit boxes in the sky
safety deposit boxes in the sky
wish i could live the life in a safety deposit box in the sky
a capital flight commodity
a ghost of spaceships float satellite moscows and beijings
qatar to our city rich kids
wall to ceiling ceilings hang ceiling to ceiling floors
i shall set my controls for the heart of this rabbit hole
the dead cat bounce on the roc...
Sunday 21st February 2016 2:51 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:Mind That Child |
Mary Ann Duignan was the daughter of Francis Duignan of Edenmore in Ballinamuck where she grew up, and Ann Grey of Mohill in Leirtim. From a poor background she would rise – or fall as we may see it! – to being one of the biggest conwomen of her time, who would call herself the “Queen of Crooks”, in time though, the law caought up with her and she died in poverty and obscurity. She was th...
Sunday 21st February 2016 12:18 pm
What are you searching for?
Are you running blind?
Do people need to read your love quotes for what you have to say?
Will it really change their lives?
Why do you need to change their lives?
What makes you so special?
We all feel hurt
We all feel happiness
We all find happiness and feel hurt differently
Wine is great
How do we relate?
We don't need to force ourselves to relate
We do h...
Sunday 21st February 2016 9:29 am
Also by Alex Banner:What Are the Different Types of Love Poetry? |
I'm not sure when I started divorce proceedings
told him to get out
we're through, of all those false promises and lies.
Your ability to crush a butterfly
and complain it bit your hand.
I'm not sure I can stay with you..
til the bitter end
I could take us down a notch or two
and just try to be
(from seam less FB)
Saturday 20th February 2016 10:28 pm
Also by David R Mellor:Seam Less XII |