Poetry Blogs (Sep 2016)
far from the highway -
caterpillar fit to burst
settles for a nap
light bright butterflies
bring nothing of the darkness
from the chysalis
Ah, this old hillside:
one day for seventeen steps
a butterfly led.
heading for the door,
the butterfly in my hands;
my improvised cage.
end of the street
two butterflies waltz closely
return to the clouds
Friday 30th September 2016 10:53 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Haiku Collection #7 | Haiku Collection #6 | Haiku Collection #5 | Haiku Collection #4 | Haiku Collection #3 | Haiku Collection #2 |
Listen to me,
I know what you’re thinking,
“Great another poem,
Are we done yet?”
But listen to me.
You have a voice,
Well, use it.
Because unlike you,
But listen to me,
I don't know what you’re going through
And I can't tell your story,
Only you can.
So listen to me.
I want you to look around.
You are in a room with...
Friday 30th September 2016 8:18 pm
Also by Poetryum:Gone |
the photographs of road signs charged by light,
footprints on the dashboard
or blurred trees stooped like men picking leaves.
Or the back of my head, the garden shed
or all the landscapes from summer days when
we turned the camera on ourselves
and photographed nothing but wind.
We send thanks
and message school friends, relatives
and people w...
Friday 30th September 2016 7:19 pm
getting out of your comfort zone seems impossibe.
inside youd like to stay.
what waits for you outside of these walls may amaze you.
how scary it is to step out of the routine.
judgement awaits in faces you thought youd forgotten.
dont let it scare you we all have something to give.
take time to heal to grow and fully accept who you are.
climb up the ladder....
Friday 30th September 2016 5:06 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:Not for you | My lonely | Uncontrollable | Solitude | Supportive loyal fake friends | Beauty on the outside | leave the rotting skin for color | men with selfish intent | climax deadzone | god found me | my own relationship with god | the parties over | what we will never see |
From the staircase outside my room
tall mirrored windows spy the Square below.
People meet, gather then disperse,
I surveil disinterestedly.
Further down, to where they walk
the land falls away.
An English moat protects the Isle,
but only as this glass protects me.
The ditch, a false defence,
for no-one holds the Sea.
Red funnels glide between ports,...
Friday 30th September 2016 1:32 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Nurture or not | At the edge | And he never woke up | Fidelis ad mortem | Reflecting on an equinox | Sunflower | The Wetherspoon supporters club (tongue very much in drunken cheek) | Hole | Maquis | A storm without an ark | Youths blind vanity lost | Carousel | Seminal work | The Superintendent | Sons of Leicester | A full disclosure of injuries sustained | Dilemmas diluted | Feeding the monster | November 2016 (may be deemed offensive by those from delicate constitutions) | Truce |
When poetry is called non-progressive,
Society prioritises gains,
Machinery and banking are the blessings,
And human race its own path betrays,
What can a poor poet, born untimely,
Achieve in the unfair descending world,
Besides all the unnecessary rhyming
And even less appreciated rightful thoughts?
The current art is to confuse and stugger,
To hint to dirty secrets, all aloof;
Friday 30th September 2016 1:30 pm
Also by Valerie Livina:It would be good if you were here | There are just four main types of art | How can I praise my love in bare words? |
I’ve come to believe that people are strange;
You never quite know what they’re going to do;
And there is one thing that’s not going to change;
The obvious way is not what they do.
They think and act, defying all logic;
You’d think they were stupid, or maybe just mad.
They seem to think things happen by magic.
Thinking about it, it’s really quite sad.
All this str...
Friday 30th September 2016 1:00 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:(untitled) | Dreams Of Demons | Screams | Life | Memory | Cricket | Bletherin’ On Cricket | Cardiac Case | Late Sailing | Home | ‘Oh’ Level French | Lost Love | Writer’s Block | A Bee Or Not A Bee | Stormy Beach | Choices | Thoughts | Life’s Highway |
The leo all alone she stands beside herself
Afraid to open up and be strong like no one else
The libra is a key a master to obey
The one who has reason to truly walk away
The ram or even goat it is a treat to see
The archer as a hunter is the prey to finally feed
The night in which is dreaming the dreams
That walk away the lonely and sacred heart is afraid to truly say...
Friday 30th September 2016 6:28 am
Also by Albert:The lioness i need |
O what i wonderful day for me to wake up only to wait and see what horror lies ahead
I shall not falter but tread lightly on this thin line and proceed to go on with my day
Let me put on my boots work my hours long but fulfilling
Learn my job hard but where I can achieve greatness but first i must be great
Talented as such myself will show me more behind the closed door
I lie on...
Thursday 29th September 2016 6:23 pm
Also by Jay:Open (neglected) | Last call | Pitch Black (hit&run) | Depending | The Call pt one |
Call me the doormat,
The infestation of rats,
The ‘oh she ain’t all that’,
Call the kettle black!
Call me the diva, the princess, the moan bag,
The emotional one, oh isn’t it sad?
The hot head who can only nag nag nag,
That period trainwreck – a handful for a lad.
Call me whatever deflects most from what reflects
When you stand by the mirror and boast,
Thursday 29th September 2016 3:40 pm
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:LOVE DRUG | The Plight of the true Snow White |
...........who have questionable
chains of thoughts
that when displayed,
translate light into dark.........and worse.
Thursday 29th September 2016 12:25 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:strikes | Tears for the overlooked | outing | costume change |
a life time
Thursday 29th September 2016 8:30 am
Also by Estelle Haward:Crossing lines | Choices | Reflections | Ocean Breath |
Love was just a word,
Until you came along
Now it is a feeling
So fierce, and strong
So stay young and just dance
And don’t listen to the lyrics
Because life is better
When you don’t fully understand
Thursday 29th September 2016 4:49 am
Also by B D:Seasonal Bliss |
I seek out the whole truth and nothing but the truth
Swearing through all the lies to fabricate moments
That endured through our times and ravaged our movements
Ending frail elderly and chasing away youth
Gazing towards the stars to phantom the future
As the past just erodes and becomes mere rubble
Destroyed by the present amidst all this trouble
That secrets seek revenge and strips away ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 2:55 am
Also by Louis Audet:Vow of a father | Lovers to Friends | Pleasure | Small pets | Tightness | Mr Fantismo and his carpet | Mr Fantismo and his unicorn | Being grandma | Pig thoughts | Her back | The burger | Deafness | Centerpiece | The book ending | Bright Star | A blooming book | Truce | The hump | Tonight? | The Farmer | You | Shower Away | Sundae | Crisis | Advice from Dad | Poneytail | Separation | Parking Lot | The stalker | Young coeds | Forest survival | Finding love after | Live for today | Frat party | Darkness follows | Let's hope for peace | The Bridge | First Night | Breaking the cave |
Drift with me into a free floating galaxy, A world of no worlds
There's no truth in definition, no laws to govern
But the pull between our hearts is undeniable
For you will see that where chaos presides logic will dictate the course of man
Emotions take a stage and your Heart is the forefront of our story
There are pages to be written and stories to be defined
But in the silence ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 2:01 am
Cleaning out the cobwebs in the corners of my head
Blocking out temptations of you in my bed
Gotta get you out from the darkness of my mind
For something better this life will find
What I need right now is some focus
Not some bullshit hocus pocus
So i’m traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling on
I’m traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling on
Yes, I’m traveling, t...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 10:36 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:Angry Beast | It's all good | Oh happy day | Crashing | Hush | What is love | All that remains | Feeling Again | Let Me Live | On a winter night | Just Be | Imagine | Closer | Lemonade | Nights | Desires | Devil dancer | It's a mystery | Me | Dangerous Intelligence | Traveling down the road of life | Untitled | March 15, 2002 | Release Me | Constant Replay | Sunday July 14, 2002 | Motivation | Friday July 12, 2002 | Morning Sun | Puzzle pieces of my heart | Red in bloom | Drowning into your possession | What really matters | Your kiss | Drowning | Love Spent | Sweet dagger of mine | Wasting away | Love dreams | Precious moments | Villianous Love | Friend or Foe | Wounded heart | Archaeology of St Lucia | Soft sea of regret | Silence grows | There's so much more than this | A crack in the wall | OK | Please don't make me think | Surf City | In the dead of Winter | Chasing love | What do you want | Just Words | Oblivion | Peace of mind | Simple | Beautiful People | Losing a friend | Into the infinite abyss |
(An original stolen from me by Al Jolson)
They made for you the famous quote.
“He’s as bent as a nine-bob note”.
You’re no longer whiter than that Gandhi.
First, Big Sam
Was on the look-out for a quick bung
Now Big Sam
Is sorry that he’s ended up stung
You flew a thousand miles
To make a quick pile
Wednesday 28th September 2016 9:19 pm
Also by John Coopey:MILFORD, NEW MILTON AND BARTON-ON-SEA | OUR GERT | LEST WE FORGET | THE LOVERS |
A seeming half acre of rest spreads out
in Sofaworld, balm to the footsore,
a polite jungle of shapes, making the passage
of berthing time complacent where listless couples
check labels, passing between the Ambassador Suite
and the Grosvenor Sublime.
At the end of a day
Coffee tables nudge in
and footstools like crouching bears
beef out the designated squares.
Wednesday 28th September 2016 9:03 pm
Also by ray pool:BELOW THE GROUND | CULTURE SHOCKS | NEW GLASSES | TWO LIVES | CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN | JESUS WEPT | VINYL FRONTIER | THE STORM | SOMETHING FOR THE WEEKEND | SHUT DOWN | THE ALL - AMERICAN | LOOK UP TO THE HEAVENS | THINGS TO DO | THE NEW MESSIAH | THE MAN IN THE WHITE COAT |
In this land I have known the worst of hell,
the most severe punishment; difficult to digest;
inhuman is to feel the splash of so much pain,
seeing a drought of a profound silence
Pleas cry out before the crevice of hunger,
with astonishment thorns dig into the eyes of heaven,
tenebrous inequity simulating justice;
difficult to move the stones that stand in the way...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 7:09 pm
Vacant a spot lays inside
Where two souls once intertwined
Dulled over time
They're almost here
In Disbelief that its almost time
Six long years and I am standing here
Eyes lock with a gift inside
Rejoined back together after a very long time
Fireworks explode as memories conjoin
Words unwind what’s been lost to time
Two souls parted now sharing old times
Wednesday 28th September 2016 5:48 pm
Also by Jacob Martin:The Invisible Gift | Barriers | A Thorn Left Inside |
Do the Labour faithful really set store in
Their choice of Jeremy Corbyn
To fight an election
With huge risk of rejection
And endless stories from Tories
Of a sure win?
Looking through time's political prism
Rarely saw socialism
In an advanced state reflected
In who got elected
Often producing political schism.
The art of the possible, it's said
Wednesday 28th September 2016 5:07 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:RIGHT TURN by Richard Seymour | LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE | LONESOME RAIL - a railroad song/lyric | DECEIT, DISSEMBLING AND DELAY | PIE IN THE SKY | STEAM DREAM | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 4 - repost for Sept. |
How do I get here?
I go backward every morning, looking for an answer.
Love, they might say? would be nice if that's true.
Hate instead? Too reasonable I must say,
That type of feeling that nothing has to do with nihilism and depression,
The type of emotion that deals with anger,
The anger of not to be in the right place and moment.
Could be that maybe I born too soon? Or may...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 4:33 pm
Sadie was eighty when she stopped counting.
Eighty suited her nicely
so she got there and stayed.
I was her acting amanuensis - unpaid.
She got flustered over much but not overmuch.
When she had forms to fill or worries over bills
begging letters from charities,
unentered lotteries 'won',
piling the floor at her front door
she’d hang out a sign
and I’d pop in for...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 4:06 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:"Labour in Vain" | "First Love" | "Meeting Mrs Potiphar" | "Caz - End of the Affair" | "Donegal Eden" | "Let's All Go to Lisdoonvarna" | "Mally" | "Obituary" | "Apitate Ring" | "Alison" | "Adieu" | "On Leaving Dublin - Bloomsday plus one" | "Cuddles" |
you spent so long in that obsidian chamber
that you named each worm of light that crept in
named them based on the complexity of the pattern
that exploded behind your eyelids
for to open your eyes and view them would be blinding
this one is paul
a single line pulsing oranges and blues
a ring of white heat around a pale, milky ball
once a week heimdallr struck...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 2:52 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:little nightmares | so kiss me, hold me and eat me | anhedonia | the moon | snowflake 3 | snowflake 2 | snowflake | endgame | klittra | the man that swallowed the sky | the churning of the ocean of milk | liquid gold | lemonade | infinity | dont know when but a day is gonna come | oh dear oh dear | the man stood in the corner of the room | dunes | basquiat | lime | another day, another gin | cloak | dirge |
If I was a stream
Searching for the ocean
You would be my current
Keeping me in motion.
If I was a seed
Buried in the snow
You would be my sunlight
Helping me to grow.
If I was a spark
In the middle of the night
You would be my flame
Keeping me alight.
If I were a ship
On a stormy morning
You would be my lighthouse
Flashing me warning.
But I'm not a stream
Spark, ship, short love...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 1:16 pm
Summer sky black filled
Murderous mob made mayhem
Mustered for mischief
Wednesday 28th September 2016 12:21 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: In Passing | Haiku: Thief | Haiku: Undercover | Haiku: Life Support | Haiku: Fall | Haiku: Fully Fledged | Haiku: Chasing Leather | Haiku: Haunting | Haiku: Fading | Haiku: Feasting | Haiku: Pensioner | Haiku: Direction | Haiku: Dear Reader | Haiku: Grieving | Haiku: Burnt | Haiku: Vision | Haiku: Madness | Haiku: Intoxication | Haiku: Viral | Haiku: Harmony | Haiku: Impulse | Haiku: Wretched | Haiku: L'amour |
The pen is rhythmless--
it makes sounds meaningless.
explosions land dense
and attenuate into thuds
onto surrounding dead ground
screams dissipate soft
into lossy acoustic funnels
like padded white-cloaked rooms
I've no need to wonder
why you don't hear..
I know the outer
dead space still hums
with the flutter and wave
of wings that sweep ...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 2:32 am
Also by elPintor:transaction | muddy water, verdant earth | tracker | before I learned mechanics, I learned to mistrust the mechanic | night vision | traveller's token | equalization | metaphysics |
So the scents of pre cornflake sex
And post energy drink breath
Pervades the carriage like a squid squadron infusion..
Acrid lemon bleach musk cologne
Tinkly-plink-thud beats effervesce from earphones
She leans arching on the glass pane knackered
Eye-liner Rothko remastered
Her groin marine satyr
Not so lucky a bastard
She receives a sext from another torpedo piece of spam with pecs
Tuesday 27th September 2016 7:02 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:Meanwhile, In Sweden |
Unrequited love is the destruction of the heart
It is walking across an endless desert occupied with faded mirages that show you beauty like never before
Constantly consumed by its wonder, constantly consumed by the despair for your love for it
She is the mirage, you are the lonley aching fool in an endless desert
You are the one slowly suffocating by the boundless intesity of what you...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 5:03 pm
"oh,and do you support Manchester United?"
my social life has been blighted!
by that damn football team!
its more than extreme
that when you tell people
you're from the North West
they're only impressed by footie talk
I feel like putting a great fat cork in their gobs!
we're not all football yobs
I can't stand the fucking game
its lamer than lame
"And do you l...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 4:27 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:think.....WIDE BERTH! | noise as a memory |
Magicians of verse
Council of elders
Conjurors of words
Body of experience
Each one unique
Passion that burns
Tell of your life
Abrasive or harsh
Share with us pain
Reveal your heart
Be joyous! Share moments
Tender and mild
With innocence of child
The circle is safe
No words disallo...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 11:05 am
Through fire and smoke
We travel down deep into the caves
Deep into the earth
Blackness befalls our every turn
Mist swells and chokes out the light
The dark ensues
We are trapped
We are all alone
In this Hell
To breathe is hastened by our every step
Villians are among us
Tuesday 27th September 2016 3:23 am
By concrete honey-combed Centre Point
Briskly paced towards Soho
Passing illuminated tooting taxis
Striding down the Charing Cross Road
To join a queue of alternatives
Outside the stuccoed dome crowned bay
Under the fretted signage board
Spelling the name of the band who’ll play
Tonight, at the Astoria
Earnest in Camden High Street fashion
Invested Kensington Market attire
Sunday 25th September 2016 6:44 pm
Also by Anna Ghislena:Sorrento |
Cut from the stem, his destiny set
Beauty desired but short before death
Though death been determined, his fate and his fall
His happiest hour befell on them all
Needles and shoelaces, needles and thorns
Need needles to sew up their broken hearts torn
And needles to stich up the city they live in
The city of thorns from captors unforgiven
His highness, his finest,...
Sunday 25th September 2016 3:50 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:It's My Turn Now | Hey Abriella | Monsters in the Closet | At least I'm not swinging | Mornings on Shift | Ladders | Trenches | 24 (raw, unedited) | Escape | Restlessness | Factor III "Tired" | AA | Atlantis | Dance | Hypervigilance |
White canvas face
naked skin awaits.
A slight brush
light powder puff.
Smooth red lipstick
sparkling blue eyes.
Intriguing watchful look
black eyelashes flutter.
A golden smile
meets my gaze.
As I approach
rainbow door opens.
Loving sunlight dreams
head over heels.
Aspiring lovers complete
My painted Lady.
Saturday 24th September 2016 3:17 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Lord Dominus | Steamy Windows |
On getting up one morning
God walked to the pearly gate
and enquired of Michael his doorman
how's it going mate?
I'm absolutely knackered, and wish you'd investigate.
Never known it be this busy before
them coming up here to Heaven
swept off me feet trying to greet,
everyone twenty four seven.
The flow is overwhelming, we need cupboards and extra shelving.
But I have a sugges...
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:52 pm
Save clean water because it scarce
Protect what you breath like clean air
World has food but to some it is rare
You are blessed to have this all, you have no idea
Society lose happiness, no one would care
One forgets to smile but you still stare
People struggle with their own number of enough scare
You become one to them, now that is not fair
Have you ever produce water or clean air?
Saturday 24th September 2016 9:43 am
Also by Ruvi Galhena:my Poem |
Find your purpose
Color your way through life
the outlines is what holds your sanity
beyond that is out of your control
every color stands on its own
It has always been me myself and I,
do not live for people but for you
and your happiness
find you purpose
life is too short on dwelling on things
that has happened already
Saturday 24th September 2016 8:24 am
I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail in the shadows.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. The shadow sometimes runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.
The house of a friend is nearby, I imagine as I crawl bleeding. The...
Saturday 24th September 2016 7:45 am
Sure you do.
You're so tired again,
Thats when you knew I was here.
You didn't want to get out of bed today,
Haha oh dear.
I know you don't like my presence.
But I'm here for a bit,
It doesn't have to make sense.
I've been so faithful,
Don't you know?
I'm here for you when others aren't,
don't say it isn'...
Saturday 24th September 2016 2:20 am
Trevor, I saw you again—
I saw you sitting at the desk right beside me in Mr. Tracey’s seventh-grade homeroom,
Filled with twenty unhygienic twelve-year-old students. It smelled of strong coffee in a thermal.
A clock rests above the door. It ticks away the moments.
You were wearing that ratty brown zipper-up you liked so much.
The one that smelled as if it hadn’t seen the insid...
Saturday 24th September 2016 1:59 am
Also by Kelly:Waiting on flowers | Survival |
F34r Th3 Numb3r5
t0 pu5h y0u
On th3 5p33d0meter
1n y0ur c0mput3r
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:11 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:black clouds on a sunny day | Black Bear |
Summer has passed and autumn is rolling in - which means the SoapBox Poetry Club is back. Our regular poetry night held at the John Peel Centre, on the last Wednesday of the month, features a nationally renowned poet as a headliner, two local poets and one musician in support. We book exciting, passionate and political young poets. Those at the forefront of poetry in the UK. The kind of writers an...
Friday 23rd September 2016 12:43 pm
I'm speaking and performing some poems tomorrow in Manchester after a march as part of both the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos, and 100 Thousand Poets for Change. If you'd like to take part we're assembling in All Saints Park, Manchester at 11.30am. Or look on the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos website, and there may be something going on in a city near where you are. I've written th...
Friday 23rd September 2016 10:45 am
I am the undecided
the umbrage of life
you see in me a warrior
who never thinks of backing down
tributing to the society
had only made me tumble down
unaided I stand
stronger than ever
tranquil is what I am
but will soon transient
for I am a warrior
stronger than thee
thou shall not make me bow down
thou shall not make me crumbl...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 6:45 pm
Speak to me like you speak,
in tongues, or in plain old English
dusted with a view of sparkly seas
or oceans, as you say, my owl.
My crow, my dove, my dolphin
plunging among the waves that roughen,
among the sands that graze and toughen
your skin and hair but soul untouched.
Tell me of the call you heard
from a distance, from the depths
of blue or green or blackened water,
the rover, ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 3:26 pm
Although they hanker still
for desolate views,
they have learned to count
their blessings: migrants
taking a bowl of air
on this bitter afternoon.
Their formal attire
incongruous, their waddling
gait seems outlandish
to the natives they dismay.
with their own,
they have tried
at least to pay their way
Thursday 22nd September 2016 1:54 pm
Also by David Cooke:Schooldays |
Love comes easy, but it doesn't really go away after that. No matter how many times you hammer it down, lock it away, drown it, or excise it with home surgery, you always seem to find it somewhere. Growing in the dark little corners of your mind, where you want it least and need it most. It'll pop your stitches for you, rebreak old bones. It's there and there's not much for it, so you can choose ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 1:25 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:uncut (09/22/2016) | patients - patience (09/21/2016) | howl steppin (09/11/2016) | chime (09/11/2016) | sons' irony (09/04/2016) |
When the love that is supposed to be your wings
To help you go beyond the restrictions of realities
Will become the chain that shackles you
To the depth of nothingness
Losing yourself to the abyss of torment and pain
Blinded by the promise of eternal bliss
Is it still love?
Or is it just a senseless belief.
Thursday 22nd September 2016 7:44 am
No general, no goverment,
no any God or Normality
can not take control over me
I am the Free Catastrophe.
No one tells me what to do,
maybe I am under all standards
but any teachers, preachers or manners
won't stuff in my head unanswered answers!
I don't take shit from anyone anymore
I don't bend my knee
I don't care if they like me or not
only one thing coun...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 11:03 pm
Also by FruFru:Love Not on the Spot | Pain |