Poetry Blogs (Nov 2017)
As I write this poem, the final of the month
Reading back at venture and discovering self
Knowing the blended life that is shown on the shelf
Little telling stories about my living front
Being sexual being, and being prideful mom
A hard working lady to a caring partner
All facets that displays my fragile ground marker
Towards a smiling face from hectic to the calm
I hope you enjoyed rimes,...
Thursday 30th November 2017 10:27 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Story of my month (29) | Story of my month (28) | Story of my month (27) | Story of my month (26) | Story of my month (25) | Story of my month (24) | Story of my month (23) | Story of my month (22) | Story of my month (21) | Story of my month (20) | Story of my month (19) | Story of my month (18) | Story of my month (17) | Story of my month (16) | Story of my month (15) | Different | Story of my month (14) | Story of my month (13) | Story of my month (12) | Story of my month (11) | Story of my month (10) | Story of my month (9) | Story of my month (8) | Story of my month (7) | Story of my month (6) | Story of my month (5) | Story of my month (4) | Story of my month (3) | Story of my month (2) | Story of my month (1) |
a low sun teased me out
from a pool of shadow
searching for signs of new life
even as the soil plotted against it
overhead a plane like a silver pen
wrote a lazy trail
scattering high hopes
dead leaves in disorderly fashion
a classroom of empty heads
awaited my rough comb
and a crisp goodbye.
Thursday 30th November 2017 10:25 pm
Also by ray pool:QUEEN IN THE KITCHEN | FORTIFICATIONS | BLOOD SPORT | THE GOD APP | DISLOCATION | STITCHED UP | ST.ANDREW'S PARISH CHURCH | PARADISE LOST | IN THE WHEATSHEAF |
I try to be there by your side throughout the year’s but now the time has come for you to be by my side through this incurable illness I am dealing with but I’m left out in the cold waiting for you and maybe that will change before I’m dead
©One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina Glover Originally Writte...
Thursday 30th November 2017 8:38 pm
Also by Deadly Sinful Witch:Popping Pills | Invisible 👻 Ghost Writer | He Told Her Today He Doesn't Love Her Anymore | Tears In Her Eye's | To My Eastern Band Of Cherokee Native Americans | I Was Born This Way | Hillbillies | Country Is How I Live My Life | I Did Once Love Him | Feeling's Of Being Stalked | Truth Of Our Love | Delicate Rose Bud | Loving Him | My Chiari Journey |
For 20 years I cried on this day
I checked out on this day
I hated this day
I mourned on this day
A little girl kept quite about this day
A little girl felt ashamed on this day
A little girl that was drowning in her own blood on this day
A little girl had to pick herself up so her little brothers wouldn't see
A little girl no more
Dug up holes to bury it
Thursday 30th November 2017 7:42 pm
it is Monday now, and the migratory birds
have returned though probably still unsure about the English weather
to reclaim and redress the empty nesting box
that has lain like that for so long unused and requiring their makeover skills.
As these moments unfold I think of your first time under my sheets.
Did I, after that sweet initial encounter
almost fly in and out of the room ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 7:35 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:to you stranger | swimming with loan sharks | something less glorious than mud-mud-glorious mud! | Vesuvian'ish | as though there isn't enough shite in our oceans!! |
Respect is little to ask for
To remember is to respect
To respect is to remember
Those who paid an ultimate debt
When generations come together
To acknowledge not to mourn
It gives out a special feeling
That’s calm sincere and warm
Hats off to those who turn out
In rain or wind or snow
In aid of those who cared so much
They joined up and decided to go
They went to different place...
Thursday 30th November 2017 7:13 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Can you hear me Mother? | Under the Gun | The Blue World below | Anecdotal Attributes | Do they really want what’s best? | Is there a coffee in the house? | Political Correctness | Truth and Lies | I only work for the Council | Rumours | Families at War | The Place of Dreams? | Vicious Cycle | COLOURS | Hideaway | Talking Eyes | Friends Prominent | Parenting for Dummies | Is there a nurse in the house? (Audio) | THE SCAM |
If its yours
You won't ever need to chase it
It will find you when you least expect it
And you won't ever need to ask it to stay
Thursday 30th November 2017 6:33 pm
Also by Wardah:What goes around comes back around | Home | Perspective | For the Pain | Regrets | Something about You | Baby steps | That kind of a day | Actions speak louder... | Break the Cycle | Deaths Awakening |
A bronze Teddy bear rests at its base.
A little child's doll looks forlorn in face.
Sitting in all weathers, patiently to wait.
A doll who's missing her little playmate.
I see a victims discarded walking cane.
Another life lost, another buried name.
2 fingers on a wrist watch frozen in time.
A set of keys lie beside this 'traffic sign'
A pair of glasses, smashed on contact.
A lonely crumb...
Thursday 30th November 2017 5:22 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Winter Time | Magical Days | Let's Be Each Other | The Robin | Secrets | Feeling Blessed |
In my morning not so early
I find still the house is quiet
My dreams are washed away for all their violence
The film before perhaps but also the news
Do triggers even matter
And my daughter asks why they always have to make the endings so sad
My smile reflects
Because that is how life is sometimes
Do we not have hope
Is there nothing to look forward to except the end...
Thursday 30th November 2017 4:04 pm
I’ve lived my whole life by the cottonwood trees,
If just to give up all my rights for the common of the peace,
Never did I think that this day would ever come,
Basking in martyrdom that the fray could never shun,
The question of life isn’t a cost of embryos to the end pay,
Giving hope to the people like los remedios de la gente,
Our footprints in the sand shall fade ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 3:49 pm
Also by Big Sal:Inauguration Day | Desert Sands | City of Stone in the Fire |
I went into that same awful dream.
That sad night movie still repeating
to this trapped audience.
Our empty bed long recoiled
from the warm spot where you once slept.
The house bereft of everything
but the dust of our together days.
Nothing to hear but the beat of my breath,
the breeze that diluted your scent centuries ago.
Then you shake me awake
‘Are you O...
Thursday 30th November 2017 3:32 pm
Also by David T Jones:Dawn by the river | Relationship karma | Wistful @ Wittering | Beatification and snacks |
I have seen our souls escaping,
In my dream state.
Bearing witness as they swiftly drift through the night breeze with ease and it nearly appears as though they are...
precarious steps across the sands of time but before the hands of time they were headed toward the City of Lost Ways, located deep inside of a jungle which has somehow lost its days, and yet the su...
Thursday 30th November 2017 12:50 pm
The Big lie
When I first made the girl who became the love of my life
love happens by accidents- I didn`t want her to become pregnant
although she wanted children. I said our love was so strong
we didn`t need anyone to upset our happiness, but her longings
for motherhood became too strong, she left me for another man
and got eight children, she dies...
Thursday 30th November 2017 7:52 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :birthdays reflection | the trance | the illness | on meeting Socrates | olympic sport | (untitled) | the day Charles`s mask fell off | under a stone | resurrection | Cry Freedom Lapland | indoctrination | The Nordic Dilemma | the Plateau | insubstantial | indoor and outdoor plants | a story of a mountain | the child in us | the cleaning lady | the gloom of October | the para | God`s laughter | a poem of disappointment | Dance of the wolves | love`s agony | tomorrows future | sexism | August night | lonely is the famous | Balfour | Balfour | autumnal air | the french connection |
Why do they always think they know better . Why not give others a chance . Thinking their always right when all could be wrong . They are rude and sometimes uncaring . Won't let others speak has they find . Thinking their thoughts are the only ones listened to . So others keep quiet and find . It's best to jump in and be forcefull . Be brave speak your mind , have your say . It's better than not ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 5:20 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Excuses for Extreamists | Hope | Politicians | The Bravest Of The Brave | Bad Feelings | Our Banks | How Dare He | Faith In Others . |
That's what my parents always called me with a smirk
But I wasn't
I was just different
The highlight of my week wasn't watching Knight Rider like the other boys
It was Wonder Woman
Imagining myself wearing her gold tiara and bracelets
Her lasso of truth
Spinning round and saving the world
Then going back to being normal Diana Prince
My older brother bought me Action Man
And all ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 3:54 am
I'm really impressed with how
professional everyone is
Despite where your eyes go
It takes a lot to wake up
Every morning and
Do what you're told
Despite what you know
Of the world
I like that tie
That's a wonderful
Are we ready to
Are we ready to
Thursday 30th November 2017 12:43 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Meet The New People | Little Flashing Man | Improvised Devices | Imperfect Circumstances | We could be artists | Drawing Circles | Another Thing Again | Content | Playing Adults | Miss Stoic | Ex-introverts | Dirty | pledge drive promises | Traveling with you | Like Snowden |
It was always too late for us, my love,
Cold winds blew our dreams away
Before I could even say 'I love you so'.
Along these empty streets the scattered
Snow in the icy air tells me you're not there.
I took you into my dreams before I even knew
You existed and all the twists of life bounded
Up with you. But who can see the end of life
In this storm of wind and cold and bein...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 8:52 pm
Also by John E Marks:Winter | Forget-me-not | Tràighean | A terrible beauty | The Stolen Child | Riding the Wind | Caillteanas buan de sonas | ALL SOULS' DAY |
Wednesday 29th November 2017 6:26 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:facing up to me | for reparation in a time of disrepair | taking a leaf from the book of animality | the allowance of breath is........ |
Guarded and cocooned was I,
In a shell , believed to be built in stone .
Years of shelter from the warmth
And distances from hearts ,
Had indeed induced a chillness soaked within .
He broke the shell, as if it were of thin air ,
His enthusiasm made me lie bare .
Apprehension and disbelief lasted a while ,
But, the excitement of a whole new world at my feet ,
Wednesday 29th November 2017 4:50 pm
my wish ing well dee per by night
the moon a pen ny tum bling in
through cease less re vo lu tions I
lay as un con scious on the floor
some one laid a coat o ver me
the old in tox i ca ted rogue
up to my neck sink ing dee per
I hoped to wake un a ware of
where I lay be fore the thick et
of par tic u la ri ty has
me pinned in place like a spi der
or fly on the web just to praise
Wednesday 29th November 2017 4:50 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:A Poem Between Friends | Refugees | Refugees In Peril | Much | A woman is like a white | Swami Speaks | Fundamental Particles |
The joy that springs as dormant world revives,
Renewing all that winter’s sleep had lost.
The vivid green that sprouts and quickly thrives,
When freed from chilling chains of snow and frost.
The ice begins to melt, the streams to surge
In spate, to swell the rivers to the seas;
They pass, and feed the flowers that emerge,
And succour the renewal of the t...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 4:41 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Another Day | A Bee Meanders | Early Train |
When we’re newborns and toddlers,
We’re so eccentric and authentic,
Eager and ecstatic,
To start living our life.
Gazing at the night sky,
We ponder the brilliance,
An amazing masterpiece,
A great work of art.
There must some force,
That created this world,
That’s giving me breath,
That’s protecting me and ca...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 4:26 pm
Also by Danny G.:Creation And Seasons (Poem) |
Your eyes supply the unfortunate clue
The uneven pathway of tears
Give away the hurt you have been through
Ripped apart, picked apart your heart
When something so beautiful has been broken
It can never be as it once was
Put back together and possibly re-awoken
Held in place by sheer will and hope
No matter how much of your heart you give me
I will respect it
No matter how much of yo...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 1:40 pm
Also by Duncan McKenzie Ross:Words and Truth | My Choice | Today | Love Hate? | Wake Up | From Here to Hades | Another one from the crazy dream collection ( as yet untitled) | Armageddon | Sailing With The Stars (revised) |
For all the aging punks . With apologies to Elvis Costello.
Oh I just don't know where to begin:
we don't want it forever
so it's now or never.
We should keep them hanging on
till the investors have gone
and make sure they can’t get in
without a police chaperone.
Because accidents will happen
if we let the frackers win
and we’ll all be the vi...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 12:27 pm
Also by Tim Ellis:Yesterday |
When they come they leave wounds
and empty spaces
we fill them with flowers and teddy bears
and all night vigils
Promises of resilience and unity never to be beaten
they return never to be beaten
we repeat with futile endurance
and so it goes
Slashing and blasting
and praying and crying
what the fuck
Bring on the dancing girls...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 9:52 am
Also by Wolfgar:Fledgling | Spectrum | At Nevill Holt | Epilogue for a friend | In tea rooms | Poets are not entitled | Dacha | Your suffering offends me please do it quietly | Toggle tweak | The Rattlers | November rides in | Fake poetry man | You're id |
The Glowering Mists of Autumn
As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck
By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity
In a dangerous world without luck,
Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?
Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy
Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,
Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy
In the compa...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 9:06 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:Perignon | De Jeune | Great White Heron | Life by Numbers | Australia Centurion | Air Worthiness | Lady Porcelain Kindness | The Tower of the Winds | The Humble Heart of the Craftsman | The Quiet Soldier | Pavane | Tone Poem | The Imperfect Gardener | Sun - Kings |
Wednesday 29th November 2017 7:14 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:to be a lamb | A girl called intensity | salvation | Monochrome Secret | Death of Belief | cut copper | Seeping River | pigeon |
Beige walls stand empty where original artworks once hung
A woman, beyond her years in mind and body, sits at her desk
Staring at a screen that, despite vast knowledge at her fingertips
The cloud of cognizance that enveloped her has cleared
Ridiculed by those she trusted
No more pills
No more gange
Nothing to help control the demons within her mind
There is no feeling o...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 10:23 pm
Also by Miranda Fegan:Untitled | Good Girl | My Ray Of Sunshine | Pick Up (A Selfish Poem) | Creative | Stupid | Take Them | I Miss You | Homesick Walls | I Can Be Good (Z) | Cast Aside | I Know Who I Am | How Are You | My Ocean (S) | Haven't Changed | A Promise to You (Z)(11/01/2017) | Soul (10/16/2017) | Not This Way (Z) (11/20/17) | What on your mind? (Smoke Signals) (October '17) | A Cloud of Cognizance (October '17) | Patience (September '17) | Oh, Pixie (January '17) | Bittersweet (S) (July '17) | I See What Is To Happen (11/8/2017) | Sol (9/11/2017) | Home (20/11/2017) |
Tuesday 28th November 2017 8:13 pm
Tuesday 28th November 2017 6:34 pm
Also by Kayleigh Denton:Maternal Affliction | Contemplation |
Sitting in thoughts, deep thoughts, hoping that tomorrow will bring a better day. Tired of sitting at home, thinking, deeply, in thoughts. Looking at my phone, wondering if, i will get that call to say there's a job vacancy. Come along for an interview. That one job that will make a big change in my life, a life I long for, a life that will give me all I desire and more.
And as the day closes a...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 4:45 pm
Somehow there is a window open from me to you,
Not my fault as it's not yours,
Yet still you blame,.
Why can't you accept
and send goodwill and peace,
It seems when I am tired or sad,
You sense this
as if you feel what I feel
and it makes you angry
I don't know why,
Maybe I should close this window
Bolt it shut,
Or put up pretty curtain...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 3:47 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Kisses | Magical ways | The trouble with me | (untitled) | Silent words | (untitled) | Mountains | Crazy Diamond | Moonlight. |
Two years on since your leaving
and still the mithering memory of you
comes haunting again
possessing a particular shadow
I left on the back burner of my mind
as if picked out and illuminated by a spotlight of regret
in order to put it back in place
I try to scramble my thoughts
as I have before
only this time the image of you persists in staying
Tuesday 28th November 2017 3:21 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:the dream cut loose | belated realizations about my Father | of a suicide |
Where did He put it?
Why can't I find it?
Is it in the dew drop on the sharpest tentacle of the grass?
Or is that tree hiding it in the 90th ring in its bark?
Do I have to find an 8th sea in the quest to have it?
Or should I look for it in the drop of blood of the ant squished under a giant's foot?
Did you have it as a legacy or got it in inheritance?
Did you somehow lose it a...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:49 pm
Also by Sidra Shahid:My Dear Muse of Writing! | Gradual Descent in Life | "You're so lucky" they say! | Am I the worst one You have yet made?! | Dear God! | Burn the Fairytale Books! | The Subjects Don't Change, The Effects Do! | I am not whole | From myself to Jane Austen | We are All Actors | Questions Questions | My Anxiety | Poor Little Rich Girl |
I'm afraid to kiss you
Because of the fear of being left breathless
Gasping for air
The theif you are stealing life from my lungs
I'm afraid to leave you
Because without you near I'd surely fall apart
Picking up the pieces
The craftsman you are, putting me back together
I'm afraid to be loved by you
Because of the unrealistic, idealistic picture you paint of me
Every brush stroke
Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:05 pm
Dare i to write a masterpiece of never ending rhyme? Where story flows and emtions grow with every single line?
keep writing and writing until one page somehow turns to four, nd four keeps on growing until suddenly there are four more?
And try as i might i just cant stop from letting the ink flow. Everything i write will link and just seemingly appear to go,
For example when starting to w...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:03 pm
Also by Scott Villers-Stubbs:News | parenthood |
A Fire Screen for Learning
A card table and fire screen combination
a wedding gift to my parents
made entirely by hand
A woven tapestry of an alpine scene
in a wooden frame covered in glass
Every evening I would remove it
from its place in the hearth
re arrange it into a low table
on which my school homework was placed
I sat cross legged within easy rea...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 12:26 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The Najd | Disdain | The Visitor | What Comes Next | People Watching | Enveloped in Darkness | Destiny | The Passage of Time | The Cerebral Cavern | November | Appearances | Ageing | The Rat Race | Juxtaposed | My High Street | The Young | Petrified | A Life of Anxiety |
If I were a terrier
life would be merrier
If I were a hyena
I'd be served a subpoena
If I were a cobra
I'd rarely be sobra
If I were an otter
I'd behave like a rotter
If I were a cow
grass I wouldn't allow
If I were a hippo
I'd go in for a dippo
If I were a vulture
I'd acquire some real culture
If I were a rat
I'd fart at the cat
If I were a cheetah...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 11:57 am
Also by jennifer Malden:Jealousy | Perceptions | The boyfriend |
A honey comb, they have found,
Rich, and sweet, and golden brown,
And amongst the syrup screen.
Bumble bee has wooed his queen.
Sugar from his kiss she taste,
Slender arms around his waist,
This little bit on which she dined,
Leaves her wanting more she find.
So off he fly to find a bloom.
Nectar from its core he hewn.
To fly right back, set lips upon,
His honey gi...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 10:03 am
Also by Beno:Seeing Dying | Autumn Capriccio | Family Vine | Treasure Island |
No more vibrations in my heart
Those beating are on a routine task
No monsoon or spring in my valley
Those changes are purely seasonal
Why then I pray for a rain
Is it to seed burdened pain in my heart?
Why then I cry for a rain
Is it to hide my tears behind?
I am nothing, neither a proud vacuum, nor a filled ocean
A journey from me arou...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 3:32 am
summer ages with
a sudden hour
each their own
my sister tells me
what i don't remember
a new light
and she begins
Tuesday 28th November 2017 3:14 am
Also by A.M. Clarke:A Room Alone |
Sometimes, before I fall asleep,
I close my eyes and try to remember,
Hoping to drift away in the comfort
Of our memories; the time we stole.
From where, I don't know.
But I am sure of this
Instead of peaceful bliss
I receive a kick in my stomach
Too painful to describe
It reaches my chest
Giving me shortness of breath
All sense of comfort is lost
Somewhere in the time that we sto...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:06 am
Also by Alonelymouse:While I wait | Lethargy |
I’d just cleaned up the clagnuts of a right humongous dump
When my reverie it got disturbed and on the door a thump
Announced the cleaner’s coming so I quickly let her in;
She raced hot-foot into the bog and bent beside the rim
Proceeding with her bogbrush to scour the crap within;
I saw we shared a fetish which is difficult to find
So I lifted up her tabard and I blobbed her fro...
Monday 27th November 2017 10:36 pm
Also by John Coopey:TAX EVASION | THE-SAD-AN'-LAMENTABLE-PASSIN'-O'-ALBERT-'IRST-AN'-'IS-PORK-PIE RAG | METRE | EMMA, EMMA ENEMA | IT STARTED WITH A KISS | HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE |
Anolini – pasta shells stuffed with meat
And cooked in broth, is what we’re eating;
Steam rises from plates but there’s no speaking,
We sip Chianti to moderate the heat
The first to break silence admits defeat;
Parmesan a generous sprinkling,
Grated black pepper our noses crinkling;
Each Christmas a ritual we repeat.
This dish from the mountains of Ital...
Monday 27th November 2017 9:55 pm
This is a window into me
Look and you may see
Smudges of yourself
And reflections of society
Windows in the form of
Exhibitions for free
Clean my glass chalice
Clean my glass cauldron
Clean my glass coffin
A voyeurs gathering
Windows into me
Take a look and you may see
Smudges of yourself
And reflections of society
Monday 27th November 2017 2:35 pm
Also by 220August:All Dead | For a moment (Lyrics) | Seduce me | Missing you from me | Fall and Foster | Now Julie says man | When Our Song Becomes a Prayer | To Evona From Corbin |
Love ain't shit if it ain't a little reckless
Monday 27th November 2017 11:53 am
Her thoughts in the water
eyes the colour of the moon
mouth bubbling aether's froth
trying to speak, to breath
Eyes the colour of the moon
wording quick ancient tongues
trying to speak, to breath
ebbing loose her essence
Wording quick ancient tongues
mouth bubbling aether's frother
ebbing loose her essence
thoughts in the water
Monday 27th November 2017 11:15 am
Also by Kealan Coady:Protest At An American Petrol Station | When Bees Make Honey In A Goat's Skull | Abilify | Cold Cup | Notes On A Soiled Mattress |
What should I take with me to winter?
The warmth of your cheeks or the ice in your veins?
Through Cold hearts
Flow cold stares
When cruel intentions were small embers crying for life
Everyone of your kisses fuelled its flames
At every touch a chill
At every intersection I assessed this impasse
Masked as a self inflicted wound
Bombarded by over valued assumptions
Monday 27th November 2017 1:22 am
Lying in a
Sunday 26th November 2017 6:01 pm
Also by david patrick simon:The giving of the light / the corner of the sky poems | A invitation /corner of the sky poems | this place / the corner of the sky poems | Corner of the sky poems | Italy dreams / the nowhere poems | The muse / the nowhere poems | Patty's magic bus / the nowhere poems | Full turn / the nowhere poems | Awake again / the nowhere poems |
Still with the written word - my comic-crime novel of the above title is now available via Amazon (Kindle
version) plus a "look-in feature/ while print copies can be ordered from the above and other major retailers. I've managed to include some rhyme/verse at various points in my story and that pleases me.
Christmas is coming!
Sunday 26th November 2017 5:09 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:AGE OLD CONCERN | TELL ME | A THOUGHT FOR REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY | THE MENIN GATE - Remembrance Day Remembered | JULIA HARTLEY-BREWER | JULIA HARTLEY-BREWER |
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