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 Tina Glover: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
I love the taste of good wine and beer
or not so good wine and beer come to that
I love Scotland too
The terrifying mountains
The beautiful views of lochs and other watery places
The Scot-o-philes that I meet are often whisky-o-philes
I would like to commune and wax about single malts with these lovely people
But I want to spit the stuff out
I am frightened of getting a taste for it
Thursday 30th November 2017 8:16 am
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 |
Watching the mirror intently
She noticed if for a moment
A fantasy yet unknown.
A pulsing warmth, rippling and beckoning
A life waiting and begging for her to complete it
Just on the other side of that mirror.
She had never known but to shiver in the frost
And this prospect of Home enveloped her
Just as the last had when the mirror watched her in return
And so ...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 8:46 am
Also by E. Rider Brandau:Return to Sender | Absence |
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
The savage wolves of winter
tear at browned summer skin
rich pickings mean survival.
pine cones close tightly
in suffocating silence
ice needles glisten
Dark bears of December
pace and wait cagily
to feed on an easier corpse.
chill winds play their tune
a sombre fugue, low and raw
collides with mountains
January jackals quarrel
and spread ...
Monday 27th November 2017 4:58 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Poet's Retreat (1) | Bleeding Obvious Haiku | HAIKU or haiku | Falling Short | 2041 | Ghostwriting |
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 |
It was twilight,
blaze peeping the pane.
All set to fly,
and to break the chain.
All of the sudden,
she was free.
Of so-called fetter,
and of life's spree.
Without any frontier,
without any irk.
She was at bliss,
even enjoying the quirk.
To reach the top,
let's sit at vent.
Be ready to fly,
and eradicate the dent!
Sunday 26th November 2017 4:10 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:CLEAR THE FEAR |
This is short and too the point.
no the Earth.
The Earth has given you two choices:
The first being as a scorpion trapped in the deceptive tangles of a well made web, a lemming in mans cycle of destruction, of both the mind and the physical.
The second being as a frog, cherishing the habitation and nurishment received by the lily pad that springs forth of the moist bed, allowi...
Sunday 26th November 2017 12:37 pm
my gran clears beer lines,
caustic fizzes in the sink;
round the kitchen table -
my baby walker now a car;
the scent of daytime beer.
the dog smells dead fowl;
yelps, pines for running,
my dad’s van and Sundays;
feathers as death’s proof;
heavy, high, hanging flesh.
vicious grins and woollen hair,
pagan gods of carved turnip,...
Sunday 26th November 2017 12:30 pm
Sunday 26th November 2017 8:44 am
Also by Andy N:Sadie Davidson - council home and silent |
He refuses to fetch my shoes when he needs walking,
Never did learn that accommodating trick.
Just sits there, head cocked to one side,
Pretending not to understand, whimpering softly.
They sit, dutifully waiting, on the hallway stand,
Lurking in the espadrilles, trainers and shiny, well-heeled soles.
Boots of an older generation, wrinkled patina of rustic ramblings,
Saturday 25th November 2017 10:54 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Bedtime | Wasted Trees | Haiku: Personal Ads | Haiku: Poisson |
Every breath I take
Every second alone that passes on
Never before I had felt so little
Never before you had gone
Had I ever said that much
Why couldn't you see the truth when everything was there
Nothing was there to hide
Everything that I had to abide
Every time I see your face now
I see only your smile
You have gone so far
That only your shadow speaks with ...
Saturday 25th November 2017 7:50 pm
Also by Dipta Gomes:Perfectly Broken | Mindless Whispers | Love passes with time |
When they grow up they dress in a new life:
a family of new suits and shirts to wear.
And the ties are new too.
He strides out on his new catwalk
proudly wearing his new self,
blind to the day the cloth may unravel
or fade or lose its style.
What will clothe him then?
I shall not grace his shoulders again:
I am the coat he has outworn
in my pockets are his memories...
Saturday 25th November 2017 4:17 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Danse Macabre | Winter from a Window | Parallel Echoes of Love | Ancestral | Three Haiku | Microcosm | Zen Reflexions | Above the Valley |
Saturday 25th November 2017 2:58 pm
Also by Natfastic:Unconditional Positive Regard | Backwards | Mini tusk trunk | Strangers | Scuttle Pincer | It's working | Cosmopolitan brightness |
from times unfolding alignment
I have learned to accept
life's parallel to death
his approaching breath
I feel drawing near and near
acknowledged though I must hide the fear
of being taken to some enigmatic place
is it I wonder a home that my soul will grace
or will a different revelation correct
all I once did foolishly comprehend
and bring m...
Saturday 25th November 2017 1:50 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:ambushed by natural submission |
The lamp lit up
The dark room
A blank stare
At blinding light
Like a ray
Shooting the self
Reasons to hate
The good life
That must have been
When one day
Faced a road's bend
In the mirror
Drowning the sight
Of real love
Of a real man
Worth to fight
And to a dream
Of a life
Of love beyond
Saturday 25th November 2017 4:41 am
Also by Marianne May:To the Waves and to the Sun |
I wish I could say that I want you to be happy.
I want you to miss me at 3 am
when your bed is cold.
I want you to feel sad
when you're in the car
and my favorite song comes on.
I want you to realize
that I'm not around.
I want you to notice
the traces of me everywhere.
I want you to feel this
I'm too selfish.
Saturday 25th November 2017 4:00 am
Also by Maria Renea:May Flowers | five courses. | Drunk | absent | Cheating | I can sense goodbyes | November |
( a section of quatrains excerpted from a larger narrative poem)
The sun which once warmed the morning dew,
Gave my breezes the scent of thyme,
Now it barely climbs above the yew
Spreading over that grave on the chine.
And what if I danced now before you,
As the waves along the shore?
Would you know that he did adore you,
Feel the warmth of his love like before?
Oh Annie! Soon the l...
Friday 24th November 2017 6:54 pm
I am the warm arms of a mother
That sweep you up
And carry you away from this pain.
That smother you in happiness
Absent parents couldn’t provide.
You’ll drift for a while.
Then with the flicker of a lid
You’ll slide into clouds of
Sweet perfumed dreams.
Just a child of 15.
Floating from job to job.
Hour to hour.
A withering flower
Blossomed for drought.
Let it happen.
Friday 24th November 2017 5:35 pm
In days of old, at the dawn of time
when life was microbes in primal slime
Mother Nature in contemplation
declared the start of repeat creation.
Varieties of life, will grow and mate
in a unique way to perpetuate
forms of life with various span
plus one special item, “Intelligent man”
where worldly creatures, whatever of station
will in death...feed the Earth,
for a future gene...
Friday 24th November 2017 4:25 pm
Also by ken eaton-dykes:YOUR NOT HALF THE MAN HE WAS |
As the year moves ever closer to it’s end,
I wish to call out to each and every friend,
to say I wish them all peace and goodwill,
with plenty to eat & even some wine to spill.
The greatest gift I could wish to see for us all,
would be peace and love forever, so that we’d recall,
it started one Christmas and was then always adored,
I believe if we share goodwill we never would be bored.
Friday 24th November 2017 3:36 pm
Look in the mirror, who do you see
You call your self by the name
Is it really what you feel?
You judge the shape of yours
But can you see within?
Start pointing things to change
Why can you stop being mean?
Accept the beauty that you are
And see yourself us shying Star
Friday 24th November 2017 3:01 pm
Also by Artur Hulboj:Moment to moment and in between | Guiding Pen | Drum | Emotions |
Since that mans lady left him, he's not been living sober, he spends a lot of time talking to the inhabitants of his shoulders , one tells him to "give up son you know you life is over" the other says "stand strong mate you've always been a soldier"
What's done is done you've had your fun, now I'm afraid it's time to move on"
I watch him wondering around in time, pretending and tel...
Friday 24th November 2017 6:47 am
Also by Luke:Our comfort | A positive step |
As an organism, I’m tied to natural
rhythms, natural scales, natural life cycles.
And I sit in my concrete home, watching sci-fi
LED technology, drinking a liquid
synthesised in a tank, which I’m not sure really
is an actual drink, although the flavour is
supreme. So I wonder where does reality
come in? That I am natural, I rely on
the sun to make my food, the air to brea...
Thursday 23rd November 2017 6:31 pm
Also by Rich:Machine | About our world | Quiet |
Thursday 23rd November 2017 1:07 pm
live with yourself
for the rest of your life.
i know it's hard but
you'll put up a fight.
because you finally see,
this life is worth livin
you are the best friend
that i have been given
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 5:42 pm
Also by TAY:bestfriend |
They were living the dream-
All candles and sea hair
Where crisp breezes flow
Through wispy ocean trees;
Where they lie in tequila sunrises
Finding each other in daydreams
Of tangled cotton sheets and hair.
In a web of silk and satin sand,
Skin in moonlit waters shone;
He laughed of sailing to the sea,
She talked of drivin...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 7:48 am
Also by Tia Lattanzio:Lay Still | August 9, 1995 | Paper Dance | Crytallized Ginger and Eskimo Kisses | Made of These | Split Pea Soup | Pinup Girl | A Criminal Mind | "I" |
Wind rocks my boat tonight,
Sitting on this bed I feel little more than whole,
The nausea creating holes in my fickle heart.
Father walks cold in the streets of Paris,
Back turned to me,
I wander further upon this ragged terrain.
Distant memories fading yet again,
For in the presence of men and wind,
My skin becomes fatal.
The very blood,
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 7:47 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Ring Around the Roses |
I have no reasons to stop, no reasons to halt,
I have no reasons to cry over my fault.
I have no reason to fear, ah! no depression;
I have no reasons to regret
Or betray my passion.
Life often puts me in a hell,
Yet I find a grace,
When it pushes me unto heaven
I don't lose my face.
I might have got no respect
Not a penny fame.
Yet I am not without a critic
Nor without a dirty name...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 5:43 am
I guess them cigarettes just caught up to you
You watch me grow up into a man
Thank you for not letting my mom adopt me out
I know things won't be the same without you
Can you not go yet
I know it's selfish to ask you to stay
But you always cared
I just wanted to thank you for that
I don't know what to do right now
This water just keeps pouring out of my eyes
And I don't know how t...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 5:31 am
Also by Damon Blackery:My Birthday Wish | The Waiting Man | Letter To April | Not Alone | Good Morning Sunshine | Forever Girl |
Photos tell a sunny
Seldom are the
As I age I find comfort in that
Better to let ugly experiences
rest in bad dreams
For that is what they feel like...
Such a gift that is for those
who know how to let go
of their nightmares
and cling to sweet memories.
By Lynn Hahn
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 2:28 am
Also by lynn hahn:STORY | ONLY A FOOL |
Your smile melts me,
With just a laugh I'm yours.
I see your eyes bright up and it drives me wild,
Releasing the butterflies,
Allowing them to fly with joy.
I said I love you,
As you simply smiled and hugged me.
Don't let go...
I will miss your warmth,
Your way of making me feel safe.
Tell me to stay the night.
Let me fall asleep in your arms,
Let me f...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 2:22 am
Also by Joanne German:The book |
so slowly I walk alone
like the cat in the love song
you two will meet all the same
in the dust of my heart beat.
so as I say my farewell
two friends or lovers
as far as i can tell
I'll catch my last train all the same
so good bye
so good bye.
he wants to be with you I know
he sez it in songs of dreams.
no morals for the bells
as they, they chime for you
we can sit and lie
Tuesday 21st November 2017 10:09 pm
A term I seldom use
Packed in tight
A voice declares
A hushed phenomena
What would our ancestors
make of this crushed
Strangers allowing strangers
thier Intimate space
The body's breath
A nervous cough suppressed
A weary sigh
Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:15 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Nowhere to go | Where lays it? | Where did it go? | Elliot | What's in store | (untitled) | Brothers in bed |
Holding me back
Propelling me forward?
Measuring my progress
Reminding me of missed opportunities?
A rite of passage
A gift drowned in the middle passage?
A lost visage of my lost cultural heritage?
How do I know when I am a woman?
When does a man know to begin to desire me?
How do I nam...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 2:00 am
Also by Dyphrent:Carpe Momentum | Uncomfortable | Upset | Orchasm | Inevitables |
The daily cycle,
The Monotonous grind,
The constant desire just to unwind.
When everything but that occupies your thoughts,
Life is but a burden,
Of that I am sure.
Whether you remember or not,
It's release is so sweet,
Not once more,
But a twenty four hour repeat.
Monday 20th November 2017 8:43 pm
The music of the axe
can be heard half a mile away
singing and swinging
As it falls and bites
The even rhythm of sweat and spittle
In the big gnarled and calloused hands
Marked with drizzle from sinewed flesh
Every blow counted across
Arms legs and back
revealed being almost as old
As the tree, itself
among great searing knotted oaks
That look on through noddin...
Monday 20th November 2017 7:55 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Dance of death |
Five words can be all it takes to set your mind at ease for a while.
Great, I'm not forgotten you'll think.
I am of interest.
But time passes.
Time heals all wounds?
Time brings with it opportunity for worry.
Time is the enemy of the impatient.
Time feeds the anxious like oxygen feeds a flame, fuelling the panic until it burns so brightly it consumes everything in it...
Monday 20th November 2017 5:17 pm
Also by RightInTheFeels:Upon Reflection | Twilight Reclusive | Bad Joke |
I woke this morning
In the deep
quiet of the night.
A gentle breeze was telling me
"Go back to sleep"
But I was restless.
I rose thirsty, thinking of water
but found myself walking
Past the kitchen,
to the back hall.
I put on my sandals and left.
Walking east, I marveled
at the brightness of the Morning Star
"Phosphorus" you had called it once;
Monday 20th November 2017 2:29 pm
Monday 20th November 2017 8:55 am
41 million casualties since the war began
John Condon among them, died like a man
He was only 18 when he met his demise
Ypres, Belgium he finally closed his eyes
We shall remember
He wasn’t the youngest to serve in this plight
In Serbia Momčilo Gavrić claimed that right
Promoted to corporal instead of being at school
At eight years old he was the armies fuel.
Monday 20th November 2017 8:43 am
you fit tightly around me
chosing to be close to your heart
holding you closely in my arms
praying never to loose you again
every second of a minute
every minute of an hour
every hour of a day
squeezing memories forever
never will yesterday be the same
for now is now that feels so great
to seize everything good or bad
nonetheless, all of this is worth it. :)
Monday 20th November 2017 7:52 am
The Saints even have a diabolical laughter as they watch my Angels cry. This Halo of Death has become the horror of my mind. Anguish has but a shrill scream that exposes my grave. Is it true, I will be buried alive? Chocking on the chains of my Angels Casket, gasping from hidden Sorrow, my Reaper shrieks from within. Dancing with his glee awakens the Beast. Volatile is his character. Shards of gla...
Monday 20th November 2017 5:42 am
The days grew lull and lull
So did the yellow walls
Trapped in them was a beautiful soul which had
Dreams that got faded dull
Wondering if she got stuck in the fall
Satisfying the needs of her faithful
Alas! Sighed her ambitions in dismal
Is this the fate of every girl Trapped in the strands of marital tinsel?
No! Shouted the relentless hope from the dark tunnel
"I may n...
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:29 pm
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:19 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Mime Rhyme, slightly different | Who is This Woman in the Mirror SHAPE POEM | Anxiety |
It was a funny thing
Because they were together
But they were divorced
And he was dying of a terminal disease,
Then she went away on holiday
And left him there
And he turned to me.
I gave him my phone number
Because I was always out
And he couldn't crawl along the corridor
To my place
He was thin,
I think he had a colostomy ba...
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:15 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The Unknown Soldier |
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm
On a cool summer night when there is no breeze blowing
no horns or cars whizzing by
nobody talking on the sidewalk
no engines running
I am alone with my thoughts
and for a moment I forget who I am
I forget I have been murdered by my memories
and I realize I would give up every good thing in my life
just to forget the bad from before
Sunday 19th November 2017 4:37 pm
The advantaged advance.
As they supply the music
"It's a fine romance."
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:23 am
i am nothing.
i could never compare
according to you.
i could never compare
to autism and down syndrome jokes
according to you.
my love for you
the fact that you're my best friend
the things you've help...
Sunday 19th November 2017 1:18 am
Also by m.k.:maybe, I.J. |
THE BALLAD OF THE SUPPLY TEACHER
I’m going to burst, I need a pen,
I had it first, say that again!
I’m feeling sick, You got a tissue?
Watch this trick, I heard her diss you…
It’s boring this, I hate this school
Can I see Miss, I play the fool.
I always leave before the end
I just sit here, beside my friend.
I won’t change seats, you can’t make me
Saturday 18th November 2017 5:53 pm
Also by mike booth:You're Fizzy | the Oyster Dreamers |
Saturday 18th November 2017 5:16 pm
Also by Chunks and Marrow:To the Fools |
On The Other Side
stagnant darkness snakes the sky
shadows a silence lullabied by
those still allowed to sing
the echoing sirens who tied our hands
prescribe a quiet time
slow down they say
weave space to dream
but there is nothing left to dream of
to dream we must disturb
that led us like hungry child...
Saturday 18th November 2017 4:42 pm
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