Poetry Blogs (Oct 2017)
Tuesday 31st October 2017 11:09 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:It's just not now | The Dreaded Pink Monkey | We're the news | Ways of Being | Meals on Heels | Exactly; I don't know | Drunk in the museum | Success | 'Consins | Aristocratic Impulse | something else | Own Devices | miniatures | Honesty as an organizing principle | A Slow Fascination | This Situation | my kingdom | Handspan | the wonder | future ghosts | Best Idea | Now is all we have | Baggage Claim | Emergency Romance | Back of the Label | Zen Ads | Auto-Correctness |
I am on call today, I hate being on call. I can’t settle into anything, I like to be up early for a little breakfast by the window with a book I read for 1 minute and my phone that I spend 59 minutes on. I took this maintenance job five months ago because the perks included this apartment. I figured it would be a good gig, fixing things and living nearby. It’s been total chaos ever since, I live w...
Tuesday 31st October 2017 10:38 pm
The windy road winds around the bridges that are spared immunity,
A flower in a clenched fist, and he misses her flair and beauty,
A remarkable pacing lauded on as the speed to keep,
The particle phase beam is caustic if freedom bleeds,
Unconvinced and utterly speechless yet scared to come back,
Whup-ass is lesser known than how many peanuts can fit in...
Tuesday 31st October 2017 10:26 pm
Also by Big Sal:Math vs. History | Insomnia | Diamonds (Are For U?) | Saucy Fromage On Yesterday's Table | Mask of a Million Faces |
A miner walked from Wheal Kitty
to Trevellas at the end of a day
and the path he took was atop the cliff
for that was his easiest way.
The moon rode high oe'r the breakers
as the path did twist and turn
and the Gods of the deep were lurking there
with nothing new to learn.
Fourteen hours at fifty fathoms
had taken the breath from him
and the night was quiet ...
Tuesday 31st October 2017 10:09 pm
Also by ray pool:UMBILICUS | UMBILICUS | DUO | LOOKING BACK | PENNY ARCADE | LARKIN ON FILM | GROSS ENCOUNTER | THOSE MAYFAIR HOTELS | AFTERMATH | MRS DROGUE | HUNTERS' MOON | YOU SEXY BEAST | NOT WINNING COMPETITIONS | A VISIT TO BLENHEIM (A Churchill speech) |
No time for it all
Must make time
Never ending cycle
Work, school, family, friends, chores, fitness, errands
Take away from sleep for chores
Take away from sleep for school
Take away from sleep for friends
No time for it all
Must make time
Running on the wheel of life
Work, school, family, friends, chores, fitness, errands
Take away from rest for family
Tuesday 31st October 2017 9:14 pm
Enthusiasm the engine of my soul
often flags and fails on life´s road
A sudden burst of unbridled energy
soon extinguished as if by a canon of water
Occasionally revived as a wilting flower
but never regaining its former luscious texture
Onward, forward and undeterred
a rekindled flame of renewed vigour
Each day brings recharged light and hope...
Tuesday 31st October 2017 7:23 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Desire | Personal Fashion | The Enigma | Existence | Depression | The Shell | Love at first sight | Recovery | Dark Times |
What are the memories that pop into your mind
Share them with your children as the day falls asleep
Around the campfire, to entertain on cheap
But enrichment power of knowing your past find
They will enjoy questions about your own parents
How they shaped your future, how badly you behaved
Did your mommy cuddle, did your daddy help shave
What technology loomed to savour your merit
Tuesday 31st October 2017 7:03 pm
Also by Louis Audet:The party | Night of Despair | Explode into Ore | Attention Seeker | Floating | Going back | Lustful world | Numbers | 25 years later | Don't sweat | Bedside | Boo at Halloween | Quick Satisfaction | Future self | Work Meeting | Finding | Gord Downie | Reading | News of broken heart | Painting | Sifting memories | Thinking Back | Secretary | Truthful Confession | Lip Balm | Judging a book's cover | The death of my soul | The traps | Stupidity | Drumming Circle |
Feel that twinge
Scratch that itch
Lost in this moment
Between her thighs
Fuck Polytheism, monotheism
I want to feel it now
Acts of God....fuck that
Today's for the living
Sins of the flesh?
Stone yer daughters
Who needs an after life
Tuesday 31st October 2017 6:49 pm
Also by Jeff:Another Worlds Timeless Hell | Devil Has The Advantage | Am I The Only One Drinking? |
I saw on TV a picture of a young, black woman crying
it was in 1966, and her brother had been killed in a foreign land
for a war that had nothing to do with him,
but he had been ordered to go because he was poor and
could not bribe a doctor to say he was weak bone.
50.000.00 soldiers died in this useless war, and they had all
in common they came fr...
Tuesday 31st October 2017 2:06 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen :just before dawn | dressed to kill | the statesman | Abortion | the rulers | meatloaf | the Nordic tribe | old man smoking | when the old man was sailor | old man swims | happy birthday | beer in a bucket | a blanket and a coffin | the talent | an accidental old man | the enigma | the saver | coffee unsweetened | old poet and red wine | street walker in Oslo | the mighty fall | interlude | Dubai | Dubai | Dubai | Dubai | Dubai | soft coat | the emerald isle | the whites | reflection in a dial | the lunch | Farghana valley | a dog story | the missing love |
I've spent a lifetime of being shouted at . For doing wrong when you thought you we're right . For being there for caring and loving . For just being there day and night . For when things go wrong . Trying to put things right . To be the Brick that keeps things right . To be healthy enough to keep things on my Shoulders . To be there when needed . To be just there when not . How long does it take...
Tuesday 31st October 2017 3:42 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Tax Evasion | Why | Bruised | Just Try | The Good Life | How Dangerous |
Tuesday 31st October 2017 2:18 am
Also by Jenn:The Wonder | The Company you Keep. The Girl You Don't. |
Monday 30th October 2017 11:12 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Split Personalities | Ode to a Toad | Social Media pat-a-cake | Divisions of Joy | Wigan Pier | Random Rhyme | The Builders Yard | Life in Shades |
The bells sing out
From the old clock tower
Their ringing ready greeting
Whilst the flowers in metal pots
Keep vigil at the graves looking fresh and bright
And the bridal party are sinking a few
Across the road at the pub
The pale green 1920’s car waits expectantly
Button hole and carnations abound
Everybody dressed to the nines
Morning suits and swooning gowns
Monday 30th October 2017 10:13 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Tramping | southdown road |
everything rests in
bouquets of sultry satisfaction.
Your dawn brightened smile
your naked swarthiness,
of being adorable
and how much last nights first story
I hung onto
told me that with you
fun and laughter are not shy strangers
they live uncaged in the crazy beautiful world
that is your heart
yet as I watch you dr...
Monday 30th October 2017 5:50 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:in his silence | a cacophony interrupts | redressing | preview |
Isn't it beautiful
The stars on a cool night
Isn't it breathtaking
The first glimpse of sunlight
I wouldn't know anymore
Because no matter what I do
Despite the beautiful view
The only thing i see is you
It's been a while for me
So I thank the people above
Because everything is beautiful
When you know you're in loveCharlotte
Monday 30th October 2017 5:18 pm
Also by Charlotte Bergman:Autumn Leaves | Penny thoughts | Two faced | Mental health | My foolish cry for help. | Lighthouse | An ex is an ex for a reason | Fallen Angel | Something i want to say | You'll never know | SOS | Dear Ex Boyfriend | From me to you | Memory | Birthday dance | My chosen family | GiGi | The room | Cured | Hope | Cancer | Hero Part 3 | The ungodly routine | 5 Hearts Part 2 | Bit by Bit | The Mistake | Hero part 1 | The Blame Game | Misunderstood | 2 Pink lines | Goodnight Kiss | Demons | Her lost son Part 2 | Lost | 5 Hearts | Her lost son | The Class Clown | The breath of a fighter | Drown | Fire |
Each day we spend together
my love for you grows
All we share opens my heart...
It allows me to be there
like a fly on the wall
It allows you to be there
like an invisable friend
Walking thru our pasts
pulls me closer to you
Makes our new relationship
feel like a life time friendship
Which builds my trust
Bonds me with you.
Monday 30th October 2017 4:44 pm
Also by lynn hahn:TIME IS RIGHT | MARRIAGE CERTIFICATE | OPEN UMBRELLA | WHATEVER THE DAY MAY BRING | ALL OF ME |
Monday 30th October 2017 4:22 pm
Also by Wardah:Once more | Letting go | Just a little | Back and Forth | Lost Souls | That kind of love.... | Meet you there... | Dreamy Dreamer | True Colours of You | Hearts and Minds | Numb | Something Real | Praying for an end to the Night | Choose Light | Insomnia | Way Forward | Unspoken Words | The Rest | You and me |
and shadows yaw
Death;a flame that flutters
Clouds chased high,moonlight flickers
the cool breeze blows,and the stillness shivers
Darkness moves in places hidden
Peering eyes revealed their vision
Doleful words;misfortune heard
to cast a spell on those who heard
In my head were hidden voices
strange is now,they scream rejoices
Monday 30th October 2017 4:10 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Gaoler of dreams | Elegant Lies | Traveller | The old man and his Grammaphone | Empty Hat | The Pinnacle of it all | Splitting | Feral Man | Grim Faces |
Monday 30th October 2017 2:46 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:In the air | Perfection | Old friend lost | Meant to be | Stardust | Dreamtime | Under the Forest | Arms of the Angels | Peace | Angel | Nights like this. | Change | Let it. | Man with a Hat | Oceans |
I was lost then magically I found you
Now once again I am lost – what am I to do?
I feel like an abandoned broken heart
Dwelling forever in a left luggage locker
Waiting for an elusive thing called love
Hoping that someone will lay claim to me
Or give me a heavenly sign from above
I thought we had a spark that would catch fire
Figured we were on the road to destination desi...
Monday 30th October 2017 11:27 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Ain't That a Shame | Viva Valencia | October 10 | Heartbreaker |
Monday 30th October 2017 11:11 am
Also by MANISHA SAINI:WHERE SUNSHINE LAYS! |
have you ever experienced
you question your beliefs?
I'm an atheist.
I don't believe in a god
or an afterlife
makes me wonder
if over the course of time
have been colliding
and that's why
is so natural
I'm not talking about something romantic
but something innocent
for he has touched my hea...
Monday 30th October 2017 6:57 am
Arthur Stace, a First World War veteran and illiterate alcoholic, was known as “Mister Eternity” . For 35 years he inscribed the cryptic precept “Eternity” in yellow, waterproof chalk, using an inexplicable copperplate hand, on pavements throughout Sydney. Asked why, he would merely reply “Makes 'em think”. Arthur's dictum was sent around the world, emblazoned in huge letters across Sydney Harbour...
Monday 30th October 2017 6:41 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:Adamson Adrift | Palimpsest | Three Nocturnes | The Fire and the Rose | Solitude | Sugar Glider | A Mountain Cameo | The Sky Reflects Our Labours | Quiet River | The Eye of Morning | And Now I'm Old | Saint Christopher Bell | Scheherazade | Solitaire | The Traveller's Eye | Passions of the Soul | Oppenheimer | Atlantic Elegy | Invisible Rain | Mirage | Doors and Windows | Salt and Light | Aurora | Lincoln Triptych |
People born unequal is a matter of life,
The seeds of despair are set to ripen beneath the full moon.
Arrogance flourishes from the talent of the few,
Oh how they stand so tall and watch great flames over small mountains.
Your great starlight showed me a path,
I thought I could see myself in the mirror of your eye,
I see now that you are who I wished myself to be,
Monday 30th October 2017 3:28 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Identity | I see |
Monday 30th October 2017 12:25 am
Also by Philip Stevens:The Loss # | Power in the word # | Infant woman # | Rusting with time # | G C D7 G | You should kNOw better | Meet me there | January (Your warm loving smile) | January (Your warm loving smile) | Multi coloured drum | The Bedsit | The vynal gang star | Addiction (above and beyond) | Slam ! ( rant of the mad Scouser) | Loose change | Loose change | Fashion victim | Station to station | Slam ! | Multi coloured drum | Is it any wonder | Power in the word |
Been struck by the number of cliches I am hearing at the moment, especially the title of this poem, so penned this littly ditty early this morning... Hope you like it!
It is What it Is…Some Well Worn Words
At the end of the day, when all’s said and done,
To be fair I must say there’s no smoking gun.
It is what it is, we have to move on,
Time passes or flies and the moment is go...
Sunday 29th October 2017 9:18 pm
Also by mike booth:An Iffy Poem | The Cormorant | Burning Desire | Life at the Plateau | A silly ditty... not by me! | The Swan Effect | A Life in Colour | Grave Thoughts from Above Ground |
Sunday 29th October 2017 8:21 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Grammar | Faraged | Wittgenstein |
Sunday 29th October 2017 7:21 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:wintering reluctance |
Pumpkin-orange sun bids goodnight,
With a lingering kiss to horizon.
Rooks, muttering among themselves,
Delight in such promiscuity, and
Hide their blushes in shadowy roosts.
Sister moon hushes the voyeuristic mass,
Her own jealousy well concealed.
Unable to reveal true colours,
Silver cloak pulled around shoulders,
Her blue face haunts the night.
Sunday 29th October 2017 5:22 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Little Hope | Haiku: No Answers | Dementia |
Beneath this beach of sand and shells
I see the image of the rolling sea.
Such new-found-land frames and hides
These wide horizons; I walk along the cliff:
Sheer drop upon the windward side,
Embedded trilobites, beneath my feet
Quartz and Muscovite from the granite
Weathered by the winds and waves
Sea-forming outcrops, hidden rocks, caves.
Time carves the face of al...
Saturday 28th October 2017 9:24 pm
Also by John E Marks:FAMINE | Rainy Day Dream Away | Clone | Sackcloth and ashes | Shadows in the dust | Winter is Coming | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | STASI STATE UK | SYD BARRETT 6 January 1946 - 7 July 2006 |
Alf Smith was his name, though, we should remember him
As more than the labourer on a small Welsh farm
Who milked the cows and tended every farmer whim;
Twice daily fitting clusters onto teats and pouring milk to churns,
Taken for collection to stand beside the lane between the ferns.
Twice daily, too, he cleaned the shed with hose and broom
And waited to hear what chores would f...
Saturday 28th October 2017 5:31 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:The messages | Earth Treasure | Autumn | Water |
The landlord called this morning
Said that she could tell I just woke up. To call her back later.
The cold was different to me, this late morning
Hazy, paired with rain
Drizzled, Murky, Heavy air that swept through the knit of my hoodie.
The branches lay next to the garage in a consecutively non-organized fashion, taken back by hand a few times
To the old burning pile ...
Saturday 28th October 2017 4:50 pm
Also by Connor Lannes:The Somewhere: Bricks and Cement | Invisible Shark Syndrome | And |
I am always more than willing
enforced solitudes courageous escapees
who without fault of their own
had been exiled
those featureless landscapes
where suffering awaits no end
where there are no roads to light
only dark directions to increasing sorrow
belonging outside hope
YES! honour them!
that they have fought tooth and nail
Saturday 28th October 2017 10:50 am
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:from a distance | toils ending | grot |
My heart dances
the sun yearns for cloud
the blue in my orbit
so big so loud
nothing no more
standing in my way now
they left the offering in the green
black and blue, yellow too
my golden vision
from the desert to the wood I run
there's a dog in the cloud
and the moon is full and bright
loud I see all the colour
flickers flickers flickers blue
purple red too
a full ...
Saturday 28th October 2017 12:00 am
Also by MyDystopiA:Poem in Progress E | Same | Ice | SoulBlind | Poem in Progress B (explicit) |
In cloaks of words I wrap myself against the weather
Storms I conjured up as punishment.
Hands full of swords thrusting up out of the earth
The round route I take. Gazelles return again
To the brink, to drink. And me? To think.
So I skirt mans burning fire, hyena lurking
Laughing in the dark. A great arc I make
Like a dim sun at the end of his leash
Scribing the day across the sky...
Friday 27th October 2017 8:00 pm
This came about following a flippant remark about one of my poems being the equivalent of a Walkin' in Memphis type of poem, I added "No it's not Walkin i' Barnsley". A few days later the inspitation struck and I wrote it, not onlythat but visited Barnsley and took some photos to illustrate it on my facebook page.
Image: Rainbow just outside Barnsley Train Station
Walkin’ i’ Barnsley...
Friday 27th October 2017 4:32 pm
I LIKE CAPITALS
to emphasise my endless
I have to read all of it?!
No such thing as climate change!!
No such thing as proof?
Meanwhile, peace deals fall,
fundamental laws ignored;
the world stands aghast.
Yates sacked. Spicer sacked.
Bannon, Flynn and Co...
Friday 27th October 2017 12:03 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:Burn and Rave | No Sacrifice |
I'll tell you a sad tale
so short with an abrupt end
of necessity I follow the tangent
to the pond without relish
for one lone goose dabbles at the edge
and flocks who bickered there have flown
I'll tell you of a dream
our goose with a set of mallards forms a nation
smaller coots feel bold among vigilant eyes
just as our protection once s...
Friday 27th October 2017 10:56 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Poet's Christmas | Butterfly | Trump The Roman | Horror |
A rose throbs with anticipation,
Jousting thorns in a billowy night,
No-one will notice if I clip it deftly,
Steal it away and hide it from sight.
Two weeks later, my habit fed,
An empty garden, bare and dead,
Decaying roses on my bed,
Dyed unwashed, from when you bled.
My interest captured by the passing,
Colours of a butterfly,
I’ll make it mine in love lo...
Thursday 26th October 2017 10:08 pm
Also by Ferris Taylor:Sonnet 2 | Out on the Pull, Start to Finish | A Beggar's Lament | Confessional Neurosis |
When I lay in bed,
Remembering the nights I spent in dread.
I realize it was not long ago,
That I felt so sad and low.
I so wanted an escape,
To solve all my problems and my rage,
Prayed for help from up above,
Said help me now if you're a source of love.
Confusion swept away,
When nothing happened I burst away.
Thursday 26th October 2017 9:29 pm
Also by Danny G.:The Mountain Of Clay (Poem) |
They put her in a little brass cage
Quite ornate really as cages go
With filigree edges
And a silver rose door.
And everyone put their faces up against the bars
And wriggled their fingers,
Inviting her to come to them.
They brought her exotic seeds
From far castaway islands,
Cleaned her cage with scented oils
For healing and soothing.
Put pearls of amethyst be...
Thursday 26th October 2017 9:15 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:City Encounter | The Garden Shed | Mail Order Bride | Strong Vulnerability |
When your heart has butterflies
Does it make the love more real?
Does it make love feel more alive?
If it does, I love every minute of it
No worries at all when it comes to him
Like Jill says " He loves me from my hair follicles to my toenails"
And the beauty in that
knocks me off my feet
I see light when I stare into his eyes of truth, strength and love
To feel s...
Thursday 26th October 2017 7:41 pm
Also by Saniya:Light |
Thursday 26th October 2017 6:38 pm
…and here’s another thing. This occurred to me after ruminating that eskimos have over 30 words for “snow”. Likewise, and equally apocryphally, Bedouin Arabs have huggins of words for “sand”.
It comes from the fact that if snow and sand is all you’ve got to look at all day, you’ll rabbit on about it in fine distinctions, rather like the numpties who can discern differences between Coronation ...
Thursday 26th October 2017 6:36 pm
Also by John Coopey:...but lost to Huddersfield | "ME TOO" | VAMPIRES | SITTING NEXT DOOR TO BORIS | P45 |
The carcass is now five days old
on the first day it lay in the verge
prefixed by a screaming skid mark
decorated with red and orange splinters
To and from wherever they go
a city of people hurry by
the planet reclaims all that’s hers
dietary requirements no obligation
Down the steep bank and in the wood
life has already moved on
absence is not fea...
Thursday 26th October 2017 4:39 pm
Also by Wolfgar:What beauty comes of war | Calvary | One bedroom flat | Tits on the ceiling | The commute | Shipwrecked | Synesthesia | Huntington, West Virginia. | Board games | Swollen | Online shopping (the dangers of stereotype) | Castle Street (food festival) |
Yesterday brought the news of the passing of my favourite performer from the great days of Rockn'Roll -
Antoine "Fats" Domino, and it took me straight back to my 1950s boyhood when the Hit Parade had a
new Number One virtually every week and a wealth of talent competing for a place in the Top Twenty
in the Melody Maker and the New Musical Express charts...every pop lover's' "bibles" of th...
Thursday 26th October 2017 4:06 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:PITY THE MANAGER | FOGEYS AND BOGIES | MEDIA WISDOM | GRASS | THERE ARE WAYS |
Only in the dark I see the day.
I see the day when the sky is full of stars.
I see the day were you only hear the wind howling smoothly in my window.
The noises of the animals being alive;
were you can hear only a little the waves of the ocean...
That's when I think of us more deeply.
Only in the dark I see my dreams flowing closely,
telling me that dreams could be realities waiting for m...
Thursday 26th October 2017 2:07 pm
Dew bejewelled spider webs span the handle
of the broken wooden fork
propped in the dirt like a cross for the fallen.
Khaki leaves scatter the garden but the bright Acer
still wears its scarlet uniform.
The shrill of a panicking blackbird’s pinking
pierces the steady scrunch of leaves decaying
while the slowly scouring scrape
of my rake across the sticky wet ground
Thursday 26th October 2017 12:54 pm
Also by David T Jones:Being | Acid mothers Temple, Lewes, 18/10/17 | An Angel | Outliving (work in progress) | Clouds, cloudy, clouded |
Beside the wet kerb,
chips and doner meat sleep deep.
Friday fades away.
Taxis rear homewards,
the ambulance falls silent.
A dead one maybe.
A kiss for a wish
under the railway bridges.
That enough for her?
The town bells ringing
and a rain ceases to fall.
Starlight, moonlight now.
Saturday is here,
a guilty secret laid bare.
Sunday we’ll forget.
Thursday 26th October 2017 12:05 am
Also by Ralph Dartford:Rumours of a Hurricane |
you were still when i found you so i picked up your body carefully,
as one would handle a crumbling manuscript from the thirteenth century,
with kids gloves – white vinyl gloves - and i placed you on my shoulders
and we walked and walked across great neon oceans
through cities with skyscrapers bearing over us like tidal waves of slate grey concrete
over searing hot sands that added ...
Wednesday 25th October 2017 10:08 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:death poem |
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