Poetry Blogs (Aug 2016)
you old wise ones,
not always saying enough
or maybe too much
with benefit of hindsight
and desperate for someone else's future.
You've seen the comings and goings
old wounds opened up
fresh ones with dawns and sunsets
and you don't always want to say
what you feel knowing
that young ones cannot kneel
yet one day when distances are blurred...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 9:25 pm
Also by ray pool:DON'T ASK | I'M IN LOVE WITH MATT BAKER | RECYCLING IDEAS | 1977 | POEM OF THE DAY | VENTURING IN | O RIVER THAMES | INNOCENT CASUALTIES OF RELIGIOUS WAR | OUT OF THE MIST | WHICH HAND? | GRAVE MATTERS | PAIN IN THE ARSE PEOPLE | RAIN TRANCE | MAKE LOVE TO THE AIR | FAMILY SPLIT | THE BULLET'S AIMS | DO NOT BE FOOLED |
ODE TO A FLY.
Ubiquitous it was and spry
And yet in hindsight seemed
A personable sort of fly
Liked to get one over you
When opportunities arose
Liked poking its proboscis
Into unguarded consumables
It was that sort of fly
You could swipe at
Until blue in the face
Yet somehow it returned
Time and time again
An insufferable pain
Perhaps it giggled mirt...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 6:35 pm
The middle is where she stands
The place to pick a path
Where all the responsibility lands
She just has to do the math
Decide where she's going
What she will become
Theres only knowing
Where she's come from
The rest is a mystery
Written only in her story
It will all become history
Whether failure or glory
Right now she is still
Calm in the moment
Work hard she will
Wednesday 31st August 2016 5:44 pm
Also by Alonelymouse:Pessimism | Did I hear you correctly? | His fist | A non-hybrid hybrid | Anecdotes | Little brother | Lost in translation | Suffocating | Low |
Though among the chosen,
Judah opted to cross floor,
Out of his way,
Heading to the path of the fallen!
In a spectacular way
Breaking loose from
The tight grip of the fallen,
Mary Magdalene braved
The ardours track of the chosen!
Heedless to a heavenly
Crown at hand,
For a monetary reward,
While giving attention
To soul's worth,
Gave a red ca...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 3:34 pm
Cruel manifestations of failed relations:
Emotional and physical eviscerations.
Wednesday 31st August 2016 2:46 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 3 | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 2 | BRIAN RIX REMEMBERED | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY | THE ENGLISH WORKING POOR | POET | FIVE YEARS ON | ACCOUNT CLOSED - 18th AUGUST 1916 |
At 14 I fell into a pit of self pity and medication,
Line after line the days blurred together,
Who have I become?
How did I become so numb?
Crimson red nostrils and bloodshot eyes,
I thought I felt truly alive,
It was all just lies,
They looked at me with tears in their eyes and that's all it took to finally feel nothing.
Young and restless,
My actions spoke loud...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 9:26 am
Also by Dalton Beston:Time. | Self reflection. |
As we get higher through the night
The window to the bedroom lights the way
The sex gods and godesses apear
They take ahold of us
As we rock back and fourth into the night
Stars shinning our way through
Sexual fantasies end at a climax
Our body heat gradually gets cooler
Snores fill the air
Our bodies become a spoon
Our minds filled with love and happiness
Wednesday 31st August 2016 9:19 am
Also by Malissa:Risking Fantasies | Blame the trees... |
Your absence is as painful as this drought.
I try to listen for your voice in the wind.
All it carries is my undying love for you.
A spider spins a web in an abandoned house.
And I sit here,
Devising a plan to bring you back.
My space is empty.
Gravity is nonexistent.
I look for you,
Like a dope fiend looks for his dealer.
Without your drug,
Wednesday 31st August 2016 1:24 am
When grief consumes completely,
And tears cease only from exhaustion.
When life has stolen what you love,
And you droop like a flowers wilting deterioration.
Remind yourself, even though you cannot see it,
These wretched feelings are not your jail,
This will not forever be it.
You will again find laughter in life,
The beauty in the world, love and light.
Do not underestimate how hard t...
Tuesday 30th August 2016 3:56 pm
Also by Sarah Hill:Change | Where is sleep? |
Born Jerome Silberman June 11 1933
A famous son from the city of Milwaukee
Looking for a life of adventure on the stage
Gene Wilder was the name to set you free
Debuted in Bonnie and Clyde in 67
Leo Bloomed in The Producers in 68
71 Willy Wonka for words we were at a loss
Learnt about sex in 72 as Dr. Doug Ross
As Jim The Waco Kid you lit the fire
In the year o...
Tuesday 30th August 2016 1:00 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:Champagne by the Sea | Crustacean Crush | Hot August ? | Farewell |
I swallow teeth in a whiskey glass
locking eyes, silvery in the gloom
across the table, -- every table
of every cliche'd home adorned with Him
this plastic, fluid spectre
what blocks my view of another side
a world, I imagine, identical
in every way, if only perverse in subtle defect
noticed only up close
such is the abjectivity of horror
a numb spike of excitemen...
Tuesday 30th August 2016 10:17 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:stung (08/20/2016) | Bad title (08/29/2016) | Captain Hook (Hotel dark thirty) | kiss (08/24/2016) | jaimeson's rogues (ok: 08/20/2016) | jaimeson's rogues (bad: 08/20/2016) | rust re: rain | (untitled) | (untitled) | no |
I think I'm going down and I don't mean it as good as it sounds as in when you feel the Lightning shake as you hold your ground as in I'm feeling sick but I love my doubt can we all not judge actions and spend time laughing aloud
But I won't even remember so what's the hype really about
Tuesday 30th August 2016 3:53 am
Also by Youthfullyxx:feminism | painting colors of you | hope in the love of a boy | the ugly and the pretty make you beautiful | midnight show | empowered | individuality is something you're born with | people are difficult | tragedy set the alarm | scars that are made for new light | a different kind of love |
M A T C H S T I C K
“And to his rock be bound eternal; forever gifting man all that is infernal.
Bound by chain, suffering as the eagle’s meal; freedom bought by the one who shall steal.
Unto the eagle’s beak his blood be lash; to control he who shall become our man of ash.”
There is always blood flowing down Prometheus’ mountaintop. He who had delivered to human...
Monday 29th August 2016 8:35 pm
As I meander through familiar dunes
That undulate between beach and road,
The light of early sun flashes on undulating waves
In shivering salutation to May morning.
Distinctive, piercing tones of hovering herring gulls
Form a shrill counterpoint to sea’s susurration,
As waves break and retreat over silvered sandy foreshore.
Spiky marram grass sprouts haphazardly through sand ...
Monday 29th August 2016 7:51 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Friendship | Are You My Friend | Dreams In A Pale Mist | Belief | How Could I Ever Be So Blind | Summer | Days Of Sail | Dawn Haibun | Temporal Anomaly | Clouds | Sleepless |
A colouring book becomes Facebook.
A tweet isn’t the sound from a bird.
Mobile devices hold us hostage
to high definition
when ambitions are blurred.
Light up trainers become stilettos
that shush insecurities
and tightly crush toes
,flashing in the strobe lights
of newly found adventure,
that makes us drunk on
possibilities and hope.
But dazzled by choice,
dazed by possibility,
Monday 29th August 2016 2:45 pm
Also by Eva Elizabeth:I Know why the Youngster Sings. |
Downtown Jo-burg, in a small café,
Joe's proposing, he doesn't know what to say.
He stutters and then he stammers,
his heart is beating hammers.
At last his tongue becomes undone,
He says "Please will you wed me, May?"
May's ecstatic, she's clapping her hands with joy.
She can't believe it, married to Joe Malloy!
They're hugging and then they're ki...
Monday 29th August 2016 2:37 pm
Monday 29th August 2016 1:05 pm
In the mirror
I held a face
that held a face's stare,
In that mirror
the face that stared
stared back at me in fear...
I knew that once
I turned away
that we would meet again
that he would watch
the back of my head and
whisper once more my name.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Monday 29th August 2016 11:51 am
I'm rushing below the firmament in a submarine
Pulled up by balloons
Rocket thrusters won't work in a vacuum
The torrid plasma liquid washes over the viewing screen
And the Hubble telescope cannot anywhere be seen
This periscope doesn't recognise the space handed to us it seems..
Am I floating beneath the epidermis of a prison planet scheme
I fear this is way beyond my theosophical steam
Monday 29th August 2016 11:39 am
Also by Suki Spangles:The Vast Asterism Dawn | I Had To Write This Poem | Duty Of Care - Extreme Combat | In-Love Doggerel |
Life slowly was like a mirage to her,
Gave her nothing but unrealistic hopes..
She didn’t fret,
She didn’t repent,
Nor had any guilt.
She was not a flower to wilt.
With all that pressure like a diamond under the earth,
Almost like a rebirth,
She was again built.
She was formed like a pearl in the oyster of the wild sea
She was meant to live, she was meant to be..
She was not a subject...
Monday 29th August 2016 9:42 am
Also by Sharvari:Art of Positivity | Just Breathe | Aisle |
What matters in this life changes literally from day to day, minute to minute
The bottom of a glass is peaceful
Don't judge and don't ask questions...
Walk in my shoes then tell me how to live my life..not that I would listen anyway.
I do the best I can .. nothing more nothing less....
Thank you to those who care and fuck those who don't...
Monday 29th August 2016 3:46 am
Also by Robert Williams:Broken afraid | Help more | Help | What is in a name | To world knows nothing | Free thoughts | Free thoughts | F?#k It | Those Hands part 2 | Those Hands |
Down, down, down.
The fire girl is burning,
The smoke was once her dreams,
The higher that she got, the more we believed.
Her screams became weapons,
Made not for you or me.
But when a flame starts to grow, we all tend to see.
Her skin dripped and dropped,
In puddles all around,
Leaving us wondering what to do now.
Fire is dangerous, was drilled in our heads,...
Monday 29th August 2016 3:40 am
Also by AmyLogan:The Field We Now Know | Swan Song | The air that we breathe |
It had been betrayal
And I knew it
As I sat on the tavern stool
In the hollow
That had been my heart
From the unaccustomed light.
Pat on cue
Sidled monsieur solliciteur
Purring of captivation
All of the intertwiningly enticing
Eve rousing Adam
Plea for a compassionate acquit...
Monday 29th August 2016 12:14 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:Confiteor |
(A re-post, but I dreamt about it again)
“Why don’t you leave your boots on?”
She said, as I walked through the door,
“There’s nothing to spoil in the kitchen;
There’s nothing to spoil on the floor”.
And later on in that evening
As I kissed her softly I said,
“Why don’t you leave your boots on?
There’s nothing to spoil on the bed”
Sunday 28th August 2016 10:26 pm
Also by John Coopey:OH DEAR WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE? | MUSTN'T GRUMBLE | "A LOT BETTER, THANKS" | A SONG OF PATRIOTIC PREJUDICE (Pt 2) |
Utterly beyond the pale
To be denounced in any season
A complete and utter FAIL
Some driven to rage and shock
So many scarred by what they saw
But you can't turn back the clock
Of an ogre and a fool
Before he causes any more damage
Let's send him ba...
Sunday 28th August 2016 7:18 am
Also by David Lindsay:Oxymoronic | Murder On My Mind | From Whence We Came | Red Ink | The Life of a Bull |
She spreads herself on bed taking out her best toy
She closes her eyes shut and thinks of her last time
Moments of loving care by her lover's sublime
With all the trusted soul and the orgasmic joy
She thinks of his hard cock when he enters inside
Thursting for her pleasure as he reaches the tips
Making her decompress through all the highs and dips
Exhaling all the stress as picks up the s...
Sunday 28th August 2016 12:04 am
Also by Louis Audet:Losing weight | Seconds | What's Happening | Life as a Tree | Gestures | Surfer | Three Wishes | Be Free | Backstage | Blood Thinner | Mr Fantismo helping Jack | Dying | Truthful Emotions Securing Simple Anecdotes | Expressing yourself | Arctic's Bed | Moment in time | Hairy Pledge | Grocery Shopping | Woman in the bar | Rage | Upskirt | Night Out | Adoption | Options | The Hip | Cuckold | Left or Right | Affair | Birthday Suit | Birthday Drink | Birthday Cake | Past Sins | Down the Street | Sugar Daddy | Stranger to City | Breaching | Better Suicide | Bad Colleague | One Night Stand | Wishing star | Dreaming of ... | Watching | Mother's Day |
It is oft quoted that tis better to have loved and lost, well you know the rest
What you don't hear is that the lost is going to put you to the ultimate test
Completely consuming every ounce of your heart, your sole, your world
Making it impossible to go on, move forward and regain a normal sense of self
All you want to do is disappear, hide away and stay in your bed all day
Saturday 27th August 2016 5:40 am
The chemical seas wash you closer
and closer again to me
Those chemical seas ride you closer
and then closer again to me, to me
O, how I’ve held a part of my collective breath
kept a little air inside for your return
part of me; poised patiently
as your waves wash through my closing fingers
O, how I’ve quietly tended a small flame for you
landing lights aglow along this heart's runway
Friday 26th August 2016 11:46 pm
Also by Tom:A Little Place I Know... |
“The Homeless Man”
There's a homeless man on 5th and Broad
That no one knows except for God
People on that street just pass him by
Still the tattered old man never ask why
Yes ever morning from ten till noon
He lives his life to a simple tune
He tunes his guitar and begins to play
Hoping that money will come his way
He knows that others could lea...
Friday 26th August 2016 6:21 pm
Also by Adam Franks:A River Flows Through Us | The Fountain Of Youth | The Head Of The Wise | Nena The Cat | A Lost Friend |
in school you were a goddess to me
i dreamt of kissing your feet
you were the first girl to make me erupt
to coax out my seed
to transform a clueless boy in to one in tune with his body
but we never spoke
in college you were fading
the albatross of popularity sagged around your love bitten neck
the skirts became shorter to ensure the eyes remained fixed
Friday 26th August 2016 4:57 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:daysleeper | the rabbit | fallout | after we realised we were nothing we became everything | sewage | the leaky tap | symbiosis visual poetry practice | haicoup | kesnakesnakesnakesna | the destruction of small ideas | cold hands in warm fog | i no longer feel like god is watching over me | insomniac | a visit to the aquarium | two dreams | pissed jeans | some things to make me forget about the fact you died |
A glass of pre-dinner wine cold and dry
stove-top bubbling and sizzling.
I glance out my open window and see
fifteen magpies on the roofline behind the garden.
No – eighteen! And more.
That's a FLOCK of these quarrelsome birds!
I watch pairs often enough strutting about
pecking at patches of moss, up-turning stones.
It's been an average month - lots of ...
Friday 26th August 2016 4:43 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Families |
I heard that only
heaven knows the lonely souls
anchored to earth in silence
while their words like
free bodies in motion
lift upward into civil air space
and flare then extinguish like floating embers
at contact with the electrified field
that guards human-breathable atmosphere..
Friday 26th August 2016 12:28 am
Also by nunya:insidious | graduation party | meat eaters | CAGED | waters | nearness | wild | logocide |
Many years ago I was fishing a tiny stream known as Bezza Brook, it is situated just off Potters Lane in Samlesbury Lancashire it is a tributary of the River Ribble. It was way after midnight and I was fishing for eels that had travelled upstream from the river, The night was very still and balmy and the only light I had was an old cycle lamp, this I used to lighthe up my rod tip to detect any b...
Thursday 25th August 2016 6:50 pm
Also by George lawson:The way we were. Part 3 | The way we were. Part 2 | The way we were. Part 1 | Clogs and Shawls |
Shielded in a force field cacophony of Peter Griffin’s laughter and a baseline dirge
with LED’s set on level Epileptica
the giant slumbers; he does not open an eye.
Hidden amidst his landscape of tissues, Lynx and Lucozade;
this is where childhood comes to die.
There once was a hand held tightly to the shops,
there was once a cartoon hero and kite making,
then he was...
Thursday 25th August 2016 3:07 pm
Also by CathyLCrabb:Adolencia- from my new collection MUMB | Encyclopaedophile- a nursery rhyme for the under 5's from my new collection Mumb | Kitchen Sink Philosophy - from my new collection about motherhood called 'Mumb' | Merle Gibson: Rose from the Dead |
Grow Tired Dreaming
I’m so tired of listening
sad songs baby boo
Tear stain rain city
Isn’t it a pity that
sleeping my life
I reap what I sow
Grow tired dreaming
Stars in my eyes
Prise open the day
play that song again
Over and over
Over and over
Thursday 25th August 2016 12:21 pm
It's a beautiful day, the sun shines bright.
No wind does blow, not a cloud in sight.
The summer holidays are now in full flow.
4 weeks off school and still 2 more to go!
But something is missing, not quite there.
No sound of children's laughter to fill the air.
No splashing sounds of paddling pool fun.
No ice creams melting under the warm sun.
Because when I was ...
Thursday 25th August 2016 2:49 am
wild words he grasps
plucked from the air
thrust in the forge
he holds them there
white with heat
as beat on beat
thought and perspiration meet
quenched with ink
and fixed in lines
they once ran wild
but now combine
to tell tall tales
at hearts they tug
they soar and sail
and hate and love
hold a mirror
light the dark
tell the truth
Wednesday 24th August 2016 7:39 pm
I try to revise these words in a way
that you can understand the infestation
in my minds imagination.
But, no matter what mutation
I give these words.
You'll never understand my minds configuration.
Behind my eyelids
are islands of violence.
I'm suspended in a timeless test
being tested by a ruthless examiner
that's best represented by my
Wednesday 24th August 2016 3:24 am
Also by Jacob Binder:Society. | The Feeling |
I don't remember exactly when they came
I don't know why they came or where they were before they arrived
They have been here before
They are all too familiar
They have settled in comfortably around my soul
Grey, cold, ambiguous
They bring gifts of self-loathing, fear, emptiness
They are elusive, fluid, always on the prowl
They slip thru the reason and logic of my mind
Free to wreak hav...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 2:54 am
Chambers of Death
Makes liars and cowards of each,
Sends us brave into quarrels bold of design,
And it’s very perplexing but oh so fulfilling,
Killing the gospel, for shilling and fare,
And we’re -
Daring the speak of the masculine soldier,
Not wanting neither the truth or the falsehood,
Battling the conscience for doubt or for ego;
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 7:21 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:A Violent Snub |
I love it when we sleep
all snuggled up like Babes in the Wood
a jumble of innocense
we are nothing but good.
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 1:14 pm
Also by Monica Winter:Sorted (Haiku) |
I live in castles all over from here to Germany,
I don't get what I want always.
I get what I need, somehow.
I got what I deserved.
I do not share,
I'm very greedy.
I earned this?
My kingdom as fallen like a feather,
Torn down by the evil gnomes hunating me.
I've ruined my density,
These gnomes turn into a demon at the flick...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 12:30 pm
Also by Prince:(untitled) | (untitled) | Oh so sorry |
I hear you screaming at me
Haunting my good dreams
While snuggling deep into my bad ones
If i ever had one
I dont believe in dancing with the devil cause he got two left feet
Why dance for him when he could dance for me
Play puppet with the weak minded
Manipulation of the strong wheeled
Till they roll down a hill
Offering no brakes or breaks for that deal
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 10:06 am
Also by Jay:Walk Away | Dancing on the moon | A Queen She Is |
Are we not the sons
Of the destructive
Self defeating other ones
The ones who know
Say a lot but never speak
Are we not the silent majority
But whose feelings are left behind
Imprisoned in a room of bars
But nothing to drink
After all we are taught to wave the fist
To take the initiative
To run the race
Take the ...
Monday 22nd August 2016 11:29 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Retail parks | Your words |
A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.
Stay calm, or you're headed straight for failure.
Confidence is key when you're at the helm.
Be sure to find peace in this realm.
Monday 22nd August 2016 10:00 pm
Monday 22nd August 2016 5:48 pm
Also by Alison Jones:Athletes |
if this was a movie,
you would chase me down the street
begging me to forgive you
we were standing in the rain
looking into each other eyes'
and my pain would be washed away by your sincere smile
if this was a movie...if only this was a movie...
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Monday 22nd August 2016 5:24 pm
Also by Ayrene:sky at night | serene sea, lonely me | No more hope...No more faith... |
Love is beauty,
Love is kind,
Love is another, that's on your mind.
Love is contentment,
Love it will flow,
Love is another, you long to know.
Love is a sacrifice, you knew you could make,
Love is the person, that lights up your day.
Love is the one that can make you laugh,
You're both fully aware, that neither can dance,
but you know when you're cold, ...
Monday 22nd August 2016 1:49 pm
that every time
a bell rings
earns its wings.
It’s hard to believe
unless you have
a crazy faith.
my crazy faith
says and prays
that every time
an ambulance sirens
they’re not out
But acting out
my own real
your bad breath.
Sunday 21st August 2016 11:14 pm
The morning is a castle mist,
a grey paint, ghost shroud.
Last night I dreamt we were lovers,
I took pen, paper, sealed green bottle,
wise and smiling, sucking the nib;
now suddenly I'm hunting down cracks,
placing my fingers inside and pulling-
(you said these fissures were only
a minor concern...slants
in the skirting, warm with the fading
Sunday 21st August 2016 3:56 pm
Also by David Blake:Victory Hill 2050 |