Poetry Blogs (Jun 2016)
Today I've been the doctor, a patient and a nurse.
I've been a funny bunny, and I've read some
I've also took my turn to sit in the dentist's chair.
Then I was a hairdresser and cut my daughters hair.
I wanted to hear some Bolan, but played nursery
Then we searched for the cat, who was hiding under
But then I got a little tired...
Thursday 30th June 2016 9:02 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Sadness | Hillsborough Dads (a Fathers Day poem) | Lady Luck | Patience | Winter Chill | The Decaying Picture of Justice | The Fisherman | Concorde (for Muhammad Ali) |
Water engulfs air
Lungs liquefied yet molten
Earth consumes remains
Thursday 30th June 2016 3:25 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Summer Sport | Haiku: Stampede | Haiku: Gone | Haiku: Betrayal | Haiku: Picnic | Haiku: Reflection | Haiku: Maestro | Haiku: Wild Thing | Haiku: Prey | Haiku: Lovebite | Haiku: Light-headed | Haiku: Cold Front | Haiku: Scented | Haiku: Sun Cream | Haiku: The Lovers | Haiku: On Emerald Cushions | Haiku: Lullaby | Haiku: Sorrow | Haiku: Depression | Haiku: Quieted | Haiku: Synapses | Haiku: Blushing | Haiku: Exquisite | Haiku: Cocktail | Haiku: Donor | Haiku: Attention Seeking | Haiku: Spellbound | Haiku: Lovesick | Haiku: Eve | Haiku: Cougar | Haiku: Pinot Grigio | Haiku: Wanton | Haiku: Fire | Haiku: Precious | Haiku: Blackout | Haiku: Rising | Haiku: Eruption | Haiku: Nightlight | Haiku: The First | Haiku: Strange Fruit |
Outdoors we stumbled through ragged spaces
through castaway inaccessible lonely places
as if, just as if
Wales the museum had opened its doors
to reveal its Cambrian railway
stripped of purpose
a fallacy, a castaway fantasy
a graveyard of distance like
the thoughts of dead dogs
unleashed to our gaze.
A platform attended by bush and stump
fell for the rapacious...
Thursday 30th June 2016 2:46 pm
Also by ray pool:PRISON WALL | A TRAIL OF SNAILS | THE HAUNTING | WHEELTAPPER ON THE SNCF 1962 | MANTRA | SURROGATE MOTHER | CLASS DISTINCTION | A CAUTIONARY TALE | MA SHARIA AMOUR | LIFE BY RAIL | THE PALACE BALLROOM CHATTERIS(currently for sale leasehold) | THE MIMIC | A FRIEND IS WAITING | INDUSTRIAL WASTELAND | THE PAINT KETTLE | THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE | AT WATFORD GAP | SACRIFICIAL WINE | SOUTHERN COMFORT | IMAGINE |
We danced around a cruel circle
Crocodiles attack at the sound of a tok
The tik is the painful migraine
Frozen digits lay still
As its trapped in a world that can never perish
The sounds that fight to escape bounce around the frosted glossed glass
The echoes of their mistakes blinds them to existence
The screams they wish to cry
But will never be heard
As the hand of time marks its p...
Thursday 30th June 2016 9:30 am
Also by Beth Harris:Lost souls |
Whispers traveled the corridors,
Anxiety filled the air -
And there in the corner, she lay
As fine as a porcelain,
With skin as cold as ice.
Nobody dared to approach
But anyone could see,
The pills that lay nestled -
Within the palm of her hand.
And in the midst of all the tension,
The silence seemed to overwhelm -
Those who looked on wanted to run,
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:42 am
Also by angi largatzis:Aimlessly. | If Time Had Stopped. | Grips of Depression. | Black Dahlia. | The Imposer. |
A faded rose
Fragrance for the nose!
At a train station
Drew my attention
I saw an old man
Kissing his aged wife
"Love of my Life!"
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:08 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:You too will be a victim | A kickback is not expected! | It could buy the priceless life | A Genuine Friend(Revised) | Loss amplifies the merit of the missed |
Where did you go
when you slid behind your words,
A sun behind a cloud.
your exiled silence
I heard you still
un-suppressed by your own will
you filled my seeking heart
so much so
you forced it start.
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:07 am
Also by Wolfgar:Jungle land | Boy | Cloud Parade | The Observers | Contemplating a return | Suicide Cunt | The passports of the departed (notes on repatriation) | Epitaph on an Army of remote experts | Grief? | In the fortune of tides | A bullet with your name on it | A plagiary of art and the deceit of politics in 2016 | Subverted trope | Taking a piss | The dead white faces | LRRPs | Coitus interruptus (more to life than this) | The non debating society | Please remove the label | Grain on grain | To be or knot to be | Not war poets | The excuse of inheritance | Porno farm |
2010. New job. New government.
How can you raise kids that are in good health when you don't see the lies that you're selling to yourself?
I was head of Art and I got noticed
Within a year I got promoted
Faculty leader of creative skills
This is the part where it really kills
Building them up from deep rock bottom
With jealousy aimed at the job I'd gotten
A job t...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 11:56 pm
Also by Matt:We're off to Never never land - Paracetamol, cucumber sandwiches and the lost rent boy Version 2 |
I'll give you pretty words someday
Instead of the usual gloom
I know it's not much to ask
for lines about flowers and lovers
instead of crashes and empty holes
I'm sorry for writing what's in my head
How much longer can we turn out shit about
our suicidal, drug addicted, miserable lives
before the world says "who gives a fuck?"
Wednesday 29th June 2016 10:33 pm
Also by Alexandra Lorenz:Before the Deluge | Repetition | Memory | Driven | No words | Beams of Light | Professional fuck up | Coffee Shop revision | The Observer | Coffee shop | Exhaustive Energy | Plain faces | Quite enough | Certified insanity | Morning Conversation | Growing pains | Where the pavement crumbles | The First | On the Fly | Impulsive |
Court shoes on, navy blue
Polished to perfection,
No other colour shoe will do
They're subject to inspection.
Hair pristine, smiley doors
Clipboard held up high,
Ready for the airport wars
All reps standing by.
First arrivals jostle through
"Are you my rep" they say
I am indeed, how do you do
Let's start your holiday.
On the coach, grumpy faces
Another long delay
Airline losing sever...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 9:19 pm
Grabbing our heavy gear for the hike of the day
Making sure we have drinks to quench our sweaty thirsts
Exploding on the trails, our steps are full of bursts
Finding that the black flies are avoiding today
As I grab her hot hand to guide her through the trap
I can't let go of it, as I plant a wet kiss
Her response positive and I nibble her bliss
Trailing her loving thighs, spreading by my...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 8:44 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Vacation | Kindness | Journey | Dare | My City | Her First Kiss | Red Velvet | Relate | Red Crabs | Fly on the wall | Seduce | Explosion | Old Man | Online | Smile | Farewell | Fairytale | Blow | Silvana | Larry | The Champ | Teddy Bear | Pool | Ocean | Tree | Perfect Imperfections | Drive | Fishing | Dance | Island Girl | Under the Stars | Plus One | Bubble Bath | Beach | Panther | Castle | Daycare |
nothing sums up the inherent sadness of the world like mahler
he seemed to just ‘get it’, whatever it was
listen to symphony no. 5 and he could be sound tracking a million of our minor breakdowns
a thousand broken hearts
a hundred heroes lost to war
a dozen dry men down to their last pennies
or a single drowning child
sometimes i think it’s just me and mahler that can see how ...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 7:06 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:gas | Howl 2016 | prowess (found) | twilight | elska | into the tears of god | scouse | fuck off summer haiku | fight | anxiety tanka | canvas | change | write/right | poem | lord i wish it wasn't so | life | tripping balls with billy shakespeare | (closure | knead/kneel | the only poem i will ever write about you | the gospel according to logic |
Another fight has broken
and George is there before I call.
Calm,reassuring firm words that always end in a smile.
His eyes always a lie.
His eyes could tell a story if he let them.
He doesn't. So I write.
Wednesday 29th June 2016 5:26 pm
Funny sometimes how life proceeds,
Tangled emotions control our deeds,
Selfish, proud, lust and greed,
Discriminate, misjudge, materialistic in-deed!
Control the mind, the evil within
Desire is the cause of grievance, sin.
Content, with what you have is the key,
Contempt, the downfall of humanity!
Condemn the thoughts that emerge through wrath
Convince the mind, let...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 4:29 pm
Out with hyperbole...the doom and the gloom,
Just wait and see - and give hope some room.
Are we pale shades of all those who bore us
Who lived through the centuries that existed before us?
With a fierce love of home and indomitable pride
And a history of hard times that can't be denied.
They sacrificed much for the sake of democracy
To ensure it prevailed when threatened by a...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 2:19 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:QUO VADIS? | DAVID LAMMY | CONSIDER THIS | ALWAYS CONSIDER THE ALTERNATIVE | SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? | CLIPPER | D'YE MIND, OLD PAL? | POEM ON THE EUROPEAN PROJECT-author unknown | SUMMER OF THE SOMME 1916 |
The song plays but the words are not heard,
The words are the catalyst evoking emotions,
For some the song is the want of today
WhIle others remember days ago.
But what happens when that one song takes your breath away.
When that song tells a story only 2 know...
The rhythm of crickets and frogs is no match for the rhythm of the heart beat and the harmony of br...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 4:11 am
Also by Robert Williams:Songs and memories | The wish | Today | You chose | Glass bottom | The lie | Words, Beer and Matches | Restless | New beginnings | Change | Why | The window | No title |
Love is life
Life is love
Emotional food feeds this starving soul
Life is love
Love is life
How long will we have to try to get it right?
Wednesday 29th June 2016 3:06 am
Also by Suzanne McCoy:Miss you | Kiss me and go on |
Racked with guilt,
I seek my way.
Through the brightest night
And darkest day.
Through unending hoards
Of but one face,
To a site that exists,
Yet is no place.
I call to a friend
I do not know,
He does not speak,
But says ‘hello’.
We do not speak,
Yet talk for hours.
On the sunniest day,
That’s raining showers.
At last he leaves,
Wednesday 29th June 2016 2:23 am
Here are the words
Here are the pictures
Here are the stories
Of the people places and things
Of that which is never told
In houses that are filled
Each with their own little drama
One upon another
Stacked in order
Some neat and kempt
Others overrun and exhausted
Across from an avenue
Near the close
In the place they called the street
Here are the peo...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 12:09 am
Also by Martin Elder:A tug of peace and of war | Perfectly formed |
The pen I use;
The blade you used to decapitate me.
You complete me;
the noose around my neck.
My hand shall never rise;
Three ribs to make up enough of you for when I meet you again in the next lifetimes.
Tuesday 28th June 2016 9:10 pm
Also by Katleho Morajane:amalga(in)me |
Hands of leather
Softly against my skin
Head of worry
Relaxing on me, again
Legs of strength
tangled at my side
Back bearing all the weight
Of our children and ur bride.
My tongue without words
To express my appreciation
While ur arms cradle me
With unfailing dedication
Traces of hard work
Soaked through ur clothes
Ur body aches
But u ...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 8:00 pm
Anger Is A Stone Cast Into A Wasps Nest
Spreading honeyed words
with a silver knife tongue
in some strange world
where the pollen
is not collected by the bees
but, rather, wasps
who gather in their hives
and plan the traitor stings
that will silence
The annoying drone,
the caustic buzz,
Tuesday 28th June 2016 3:28 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:a peaceful warrior | Xenophobe |
As the rain falls in the early evening
treading the yellow line, solemnly waiting
a little drunk, a little lonely
all too aware of where I’m not going
haunted by the ghosts littering this platform…
As she draws him in so close to her
he dips his head to accept those smiling lips
begging, O!, they’re beating to be kissed
while phantom hands journey all across her body
curves pushed tight...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 3:28 pm
Also by Tom:These Are Very Fine Memories | Puzzles To Speak After You | Notes From Underground | Storm Chasers | A Love Experience | Bullet Holes In Backyards |
those day-in day-out people
we share our daily bread
we trust our sleeping hours
we seek support
believing their words and motives
a group of persons
in a pod of inter-dependence
personal value measured
in relation to the unit
employing social arts
deploying survival skills
not much different
from a basic animal p...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 11:34 am
To whom it may concern
I'm tired of labels and non labels
I'm tired of unequality
Tired of politics, laws , and all the rules that have come along
Tired of arithmetic where nothing adds up but yet being expected to measure up to something coming from nothing
In school I was taught the zero has no value, yet most things of this world are at zero
Minimum wage, financial aid, my pa...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 4:40 am
(I think Boris's buffoon mask has well and truly slipped. He has shown himself to be a proper self-server. But it has backfired. He never thought they would win and now I think he is shitting himself.)
Think of all the money we’ll save on those bureaucrat’s excess
With the millions saved from Brexit we shall fund the NHS
And for us
On our campaign bus
Spin like this will bri...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 12:01 am
Also by John Coopey:RESEARCH | DREAMS AS A SOURCE OF THE MUSE | TINY HANDS | THE GREATEST | "NOT QUITE A FULL SHILLING" |
Monday 27th June 2016 10:22 pm
Also by Ana Blackwell:To love | To love |
Monday 27th June 2016 6:14 pm
Also by Andy N:Strangers in the Night (Memories of figures above a bookshelf) | Dreaming of a different kind of realism |
But, so full of youthful joy was I
That I longed for love and in the gloom
Your exotic beauty caught my eye
Your merry jive and empty talk
I followed you, and how you led
Elan and aplomb in your dashing walk
We brought lively banter to a weary road
A perfect team, al...
Monday 27th June 2016 5:17 pm
Also by David Lindsay:A Garden Party | Decision Made | The Jolly Merchant Bankers | Wired | Unrefined* | Migration | The Heart | Summer Evenings |
Hello grandad it’s nice to meet you for the first time
Thank you for being patient with my mum and dad
I have travelled for 9 months to reach my destination
Here I am on planet earth and it's not so bad
On the morn of 24th June 2016 at the hour of 4:50
I made my dramatic entrance into a world brand new
All dazed confused and sleepy is just how I feel
The clock is ticking and...
Monday 27th June 2016 3:17 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:Seagull Alarm | Summer by the Sea |
A crushed and cracked lead weight, pendulous, tracing the indefinite
suspended in a cage of hollowed, hallowed bones
creaking sockets and brackets , set and reset
bent, but unbroken
suffering under the manilla skies
of an afterlife, plotted in stakes
white and wooden.
in stakes white and wooden
as we forsake flight we shouldn't.
i am unmedicated
i am unmarked
what a strange l...
Monday 27th June 2016 3:55 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:styx II (06/18/2016) | bleak (06/15/2016) | snide (06/13/2016) | karaoke 4 (06/08/2016) | unsaved | softer days (06/04/2016) | today in (05/30/2016) |
Depression doesn't always come to seize the mind during the darkest hours of the night.
It can come at 2pm when your laughter with a friend comes to a silent end.
It can come during your morning shower.
When the hot water, bucketing down from the shower head, hits every strand of your hair; seeping into your skull and melting away the serotonin that fights to stay alive.
Monday 27th June 2016 3:24 am
From a far corner, I watched
midnight trickle down the walls
of your final season;
the ghosts of Never fled,
and chill-thick stillness settled
somewhere back beyond the
sight of earth-born living men--
you prayed and somehow
your chaos came
as sure as black does blight--
now nothing here may
redeem the path
of discord set to flight.
Monday 27th June 2016 1:13 am
Also by elPintor:standing fast | conditioned surrender | identity theft | smatterings of hope | displacement | conversation killer |
It would solve a lot if I died.
My pension freed,
To do as you pleased,
Plenty in the pot.
It would solve a lot if I died.
Marriage vowed redeemed.
No more guilt,
Follow your dreams.
It would solve a lot if I died.
Sunday 26th June 2016 8:31 pm
Also by Chrissy R.:For Everyone else | The Next Victim | Trying to Fall Out of Love | The Seducer | Blind |
I could still hear the music on the breeze
As the Pyramid stage lights faded
I didn’t think I’d get much sleep
Yeah, this camping lark
Ain’t what it’s cracked up to be!
I suppose I could have picked somewhere quieter
A mountainous retreat or coastal haven
The biggest festival in the world
Was kind of asking for trouble
I’m in an English country garden
But there’s no w...
Sunday 26th June 2016 8:17 pm
Also by Jeffarama!:Jutland |
The dust has settled
On this burnt out land
Wiping up a desert storm of hatred
“Get out of My Land”
This bastard generation took it upon themselves
To set fire to happiness
Torch a refugee home
Spit in the face of their neighbour,
Drilled holes of hatred into their children’s eyes
The dust has settled
On this burnt out land
The dust had settled …...
Sunday 26th June 2016 12:38 pm
Also by David R Mellor:In The Web Of Lies (on the murder of MP Jo Cox) | I Hate the Clotted Creams |
Let there be peace but not at any price
so games of chance, rolls of the dice
do not disdainfully dictate like all the rest
that some should rule, some be repressed.
Let lives be counted for their proper worth;
let no human being brought to birth
be sacrificed in vain for wounded pride.
Let not a single man, who died
in conflict, be dismissed as second-rate.
Even the en...
Saturday 25th June 2016 9:29 pm
An island again
Back to the edge of Europe
It's not the end of the world
Saturday 25th June 2016 8:31 pm
Seeing you in Stockport
slight glance meaning more
shiny sexy blonde hair.
Remembering when so brown
running my hands through
caressing every single strand.
In yesterdays's hazy dreams
emotionaly drunk never sober
a crazy wild time.
How are you hello's?
empty smiles stale conversation
wet lips stay dry.
Lost love stays hidden
we say our go...
Saturday 25th June 2016 2:45 pm
Young alive on Orchard Park.
Always dismal sometimes dark.
Watching dogs shit in the street
Paperboy quotas to meet.
Lordly castle thrown up cheap
Two up two down lovers leap.
Two trees to climb keeping fit
One field to play with kids and kit.
Fucking field full of dog shit.
Three blocks of flats
Filled up and run by twats.
Old people shipped quotas to meet
It's like abroad after B...
Saturday 25th June 2016 2:32 pm
Also by Phil Kay:Stories to tell.. | Banal Repetition... | Drinking was dangerous. | Valparaiso 1980 modern guilt... | Pffffft | Cyentha. Is that really you.... | Hahaha so... WOL is now el Poff. |
Black Friday, black dog, black rock
I am ripped away from you
I see black shirts fluttering from the corner of my eye
Is this it?
Our time to take that train journey
That you were fortunately denied
Saturday 25th June 2016 12:15 pm
I held my breath taut
as she swayed on the knife edge
arms calming dipping, rising
I blew her my love and fell to sleep
as father turned on son
as daughter turned on mother
as neighbour turned on neighbour
as she fell
Saturday 25th June 2016 9:25 am
Also by Simon Widdop:An Open Letter To The Occupant I & II | A Tale Of Reincarnation | Saturday Night Thursday Morning |
Please Be Happy . Can you imagin what hope you have brought . To people who have never had wealth . To people who will probably never have wealth . To people who wake in the mornings , thinking where do we go from here . To people who are suffering . When there is so much greed in this world . A hope for children who are abused . Believe you me it's bad . A hope for people who are lonely who never...
Saturday 25th June 2016 5:16 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Wound Up | Them And Us |
Swing around on your fixed throne of sorrow
Pushing on hardened feet the world away,
Away, let the landscapes slide and disappear
From languid eyes and parched open lips.
Tears have always been ungrounded, you know,
Unhinged like your throne and flowing like your hair,
Falling on newly sun-warmed hips that twist as well
And have no memory of what once seemed so cruel.
Saturday 25th June 2016 1:09 am
It would be a drunk night under suicide lights I jumped in the pool for a chance to forget those lies instead I felt you run up my brain a rush you told me I looked beautiful with bloodshot eyes. I won't be the first one to call out the danger I'd like to leave it up to my worst behavior.
Friday 24th June 2016 11:43 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:show yourself | feelings cause false images | the love not meant for me |
Pimms in the palace gardens
before the concert, sun soaking
the evening crowd, reluctant
to leave their picnics
and champagne for the music.
One half of a famous duo, the one
that arranged the harmonies
but didn’t write the songs.
Great reception, nevertheless.
Patience even when he craved
our indulgence to read a few
so-so ‘prose poems’. Now in his 70s,
Friday 24th June 2016 9:42 pm
Would they notice if I was gone.
It sounds just like a country song.
If they did would be relief?
Or anger,grief,or disbelief.
Was I loved before my final rest?
Be nice to know and not to guess.
Would they speak on my behalf?
Would they cry?
Would they laugh?
Or would it be an average day?
Close the box and walk away.
Well I had feelings and a soul.
Even brains,or so I'm told.
I even ...
Friday 24th June 2016 7:35 pm
Also by A.august:Drugs stole Dad |
Does hope sleep within your walls?
Is the dessert a blank canvas or a wasteland in your eyes?
Is there a greater height achieved after a fall?
Can there be any truth found within a lie?
Empty streets speak words of wisdom
There’s just no-one around to listen
What you can’t see after the crowds are gone
Are the footsteps of wishful thinking
She said to be strong
I gave a ...
Friday 24th June 2016 3:01 pm
Also by kimafia Jones:I Dream of Summer | You |
Is the word
In the minds
Johnson, Gove, I.D.S.,
And even Farage)
Leaders of the fifth
Of the top ten
In the whole world.
(with 60 million purchasers)
Bid for a return
The E.U. leaders
Of the fourth, sixth, and eighth
Of the top ten
In the whole world,
(With 350 million purchasers)
Friday 24th June 2016 2:32 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:`Dat old debil consequence` |
So now we’re out, what will we do?
For I don’t know, and nor do you;
When will it be and who will lead?
And all the while we’ve mouths to feed.
Will money still keep coming in?
Or does the hardship soon begin?
Will we all still keep our jobs,
Or unemployment breed great mobs?
Will borders now become secure,
Or will uncertainty endure?
And what of travel? Can we go
Friday 24th June 2016 2:27 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Inclinata Plumbum | Don’t Buy Any Green Bananas | If | Euro Hocus Pocus | Summer Haibun | Blossom | Ali |