Poetry Blogs (Feb 2017)
I opened the front door and she just had her boots
Standing in front of me with sexy confidence
The light dimly on her, her curves in opulence
Wanting a reaction of swelling attributes
Looking up and pausing at her beautiful smile
Then down a bit further to her amazing tits
Her nipples glistening with the hardened pink bits
Perfection in my eyes as I stare her profile
The mound of her ...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 11:36 pm
Also by Louis Audet:The tap | Her lover | When I was a lover | Terrible Vacation | Death | Dark Eyes | The photo | My Poetry | Journey towards love | Bachelorette | Evening of Fun | The old Virgin | Mr Fantismo and the sea monster | All the same | Ode to Ore | Past Fun | Sincerity | Ode to a Capricorn | Ode to an Aquarius | Ode to a Libra | Seeker of Knowledge | Leadership | The meeting of two | The moon | Small town boy | Equality | Choices | Feeling you | Falling fantasy | model for one day |
It’s 30 miles from mine to yours
But every night it feels like more
When I get in and clear my head
I want you but get me instead.
The smell of weariness and gloom
Has killed your hairspray and perfume
Though misplaced socks and sleeping mask
Make through the week a simpler task
In this, my fucking freezing flat
(No you to sort the thermostat)
It feels like ...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 10:27 pm
Also by Neil Robertson:M56 | Evaporation | The Final Platform |
I'm told to just give up, forget it,
forgiveness for all,
the past doesnt matter,
of course they'd let us fall.
no pretense is needed,
no i reason i can recall,
for why they left us bleeding,
right down here on the floor.
I want to wish them well
my best friend after all,
but forgetting isn't easy
and i can only crawl.
my sunshine has now faded...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 9:34 pm
Sat here waiting
Stupid posters on the wall
Like knowing 1/4 matters
Mental health for all.
The chairs are stained and dirty,
Water fountain broke,
Even leaflets on a stroke.
The receptionist she mumbles,
Or is it the glass screen,
Protects her from the patients,
Ring bells - they are unclean.
Mental or a leper,
It really doesn't matter.
You're all in thi...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 5:17 pm
Also by Louise Hogg:Poison Fairies | Staple Gun Lover | Written Off | Perfect Pair |
This television series is about spoken word poetry. The series features performances by established and up-and-coming spoken word poets. Performances also include special appearances by well-known actors and musicians. The series included historical legendary poets such as: Jamie Foxx, Malcolm Jamal Warner, Daniel Beaty, Jill Scott, Common, Kayne West, Tracy Morgan, Doug E. Fresh, Floetry, Raf...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 2:37 pm
Also by Ebonaya Smallwood:Lay Me Down (In My Grave With Them) | True Love | best poem ever Harlem: By Langston Hughes | The best song I ever heard |
I've lost my way
my insight has disappeared
out of sight
hiding somewhere in this rut.
stale ideas coat the air
like bad breath,
is not fertile any more.
the lights have gone out
on my creativity,
I can't find any words
to fill the page.
I'm just staring in the dark,
hiding under blank sheets
on an empty bed
until somebody wakes...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 12:27 pm
Also by Paul Waring:The Taste Of Lisbon | Assive Smoking | Mr. Bumfrantic | Largin' It In Later Life | Mrs Fox | a glimpse through the side door of paradise | Breaking Bread With The Dead | The Heart Of The Matter | write, edit, re-write, write, edit, re-write | A Descending Depression | just a small boy | Enough Is Enough | An Exquisite Hand Job | one syllable love | Kissing The Lips Of The Sea | Thai Bride | Haiku: Whiffy Communication | Some Lie and Some Die | Edward Burra: The Snack Bar (1930) | Bob Hope Saved Me | Ice and Fire of Desire | Levity, Brevity and Gravity | TAKE THE RAP | THE BULLY | Casino Face | Black Dog |
This poem is a short affirmation and image of a small holiday island some eleven miles offshore from Fremantle, Western Australia. It began as a prison for aboriginal men and boys after 1838, and from 1902 served as a gubernatorial retreat from the intense summer heat. It is sear and dry, bereft of natural surface water, and now is a watery playground for fishers, boaters, surfers and many others....
Tuesday 28th February 2017 11:43 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:Wet | Silhouette | Saint James of the Field of Stars | The City Shadowed | Saudade | Lost | Adagio of the Heart | A Man I Know | Losing Faith |
The driver of a leathery
Clapped out Hillman Hunter
Reeking of Capstan full strength
And Lifebuoy soap
Dropped me off outside Devizes.
I prised open a door to escape
Unrolling my doss bag
On a scout hut floor.
I crept out early while the village slept
Washing down Kendal Mint Cake
With a pint of gold top
Pirated from some bugger’s door....
Tuesday 28th February 2017 8:36 am
Also by Rick Gammon:"Et camera non mentior." | "Village Scene, Lincolnshire" |
i was tearing the wings from eagles
while you caught mayflys
with your forked tongue
try grief so thick
it crawls between your legs
then come home
lamps and crockery
like we used to
when it was raw
Tuesday 28th February 2017 7:26 am
Also by Stuart Buck:umeboshi/autumn | i am lost and you are lost so maybe we are not lost | everybody is talking but nobody is saying anything | for love | solo sei piedi di terra ci rende tutti uguali | apricots |
I hate you
You took me
And I hate you
You didn't ask
You just did
Did what you want
You didn't care
You said you did
But you were selfish
I hate you
You took me
Because you wanted to
You took me
But you didn't have funds
You didn't have means
You took me
But you couldn't keep me
So you dropped me
I hate you
For taking me
Without being sure
Without being s...
Monday 27th February 2017 11:49 pm
Also by Alonelymouse:Noise | Awry | City slicker |
Walking down the small town high street
Among the liquorice all sorts
Of shops cafes and pubs
There is the barbers
With flashing neon scissors
The corner café with the bloke
Who has cleared his plate
Of sausage egg beans and chips
And from a yawning plastic pouch
His hand rolls a neatly tailored cigarette
As his face his mind are somewhere else
Further up the...
Monday 27th February 2017 11:11 pm
Also by Martin Elder:To write or not to write |
Some things taste better
Without a label, like fruit,
Prescriptions and people
Monday 27th February 2017 9:53 pm
Also by Chunks and Marrow:Over fallow ground | Thoughts and flayers |
Work up a sweat raking fallen leaves
then you can burn them all
but one you find that clings
to the back of your hat
be it multi-coloured or brown
make space for it within a hardback book
(until rascals unearth it and
destroy it in their play!)
you have a poem.
Monday 27th February 2017 8:09 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Caressing Hand | Zeno | (untitled) | In The Algarve | More Of Your Poetry |
I have to say that I am rather upset, well, deeply offended actually, that the Nationwide Building Society (with whom I used to have an account) has so far chosen not to approach me for my very affecting poem on the joys of home ownership.
Someone’s been in my house,
broke my china cat,
took a knife to the three piece suite,
shat on my Welcome mat.
Someone’s been in my house,
Monday 27th February 2017 6:24 pm
(A celebration of the Adrian Mole poetry I wrote as a teenager. And containing the finest line of verse ever to come from Chapel Haddlesey)
Mi firstest poems wa’ yonks ago;
I’ve lost ’em (God be thankst!);
Full o’ trite naivety
An’ post-pubescent angst.
Some of them’s political
(I put the world to right)
I solved world 'unger on mi own -
Right On! An’ Outta ...
Monday 27th February 2017 5:31 pm
Also by John Coopey:WE'RE ALL GOING TO A LABOUR FUNERAL | FERNANDO | JOHN COOPEY (R.I.P) | PEE ON ME | TO REMOANERS | "OLD, RACIST AND THICK" | BREXIT FLU BLUES | ROMEO AND JULIET | I JUST LOVE MONDAYS |
Brass bullet casing
Flakes of tobacco
Grains of sand
Sepia tinted photograph
And pith helmets
And Pay book
Will not needed
Ink a faded blue
Monday 27th February 2017 5:04 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Unknowing | Old Romantic | Silenus In The Brewery Tap | Blizzard | Janus |
Wafting in blissful solitude
I dine on spicy chorizo and the bouquet of warm red.
The glimmer of a lantern catches our fleeting looks
sip by sip.
Detached at first, then eager.
The mirage morphs into reality
as the angelic senorita abandons her corner
as we drink of each other’s mysteries,
prompting another merlot.
We wake up to the rain and the smell of jasmine.
Monday 27th February 2017 5:04 pm
Also by Chakraj:Ooh I was so addicted to you. | The swirling winds of change | When my inner voice speaks, I listen. | Sensual rhapsody | Fuck Fear | The Moment matters | Just say yessss | Love aborted | Don't call me | The Mermaid | The new universal drug | One of the chosen few | The Terrible Three | Alas, the sleeping serpent stirs | Peace of my heart | Purpose Unlocked | Meet my friend Fear | Be your own creator | Morning Mantra | Forth & Back | You Enigma Diva | Nobody wins a war |
when you free fall
crashing burning and worlds collide you may lust for your hunger in me
you may try to control the urge to lunge for me
what ever you maybe without the security of my loving arms keeping you close
putting your hand in mine
when you crumble before me clinging longing to be torn apart biting your lip will not help you my sweet
for you have fallen into the darkness of your own...
Monday 27th February 2017 4:45 pm
Also by Anna Marie Grinter:through tainted glass |
is the golden prize we seek,
like a peer review for technical matters
we yearn to see if our contemporaries value our work
and appreciate it.
Only they can understand
the emotional turmoil
we have bound up in the things we write,
and the stresses we have overcome
to deliver this final draft,
even though we are never happy with it ourselves,
and continue ...
Monday 27th February 2017 1:45 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Fifty Years Ago | Vexing Valentines | Winter’s Bite | Cold Coffee | The Young Lad At The Ritz (Radio Edit) | Bird Song | My Favourite Shoes | Life |
I see spiders crawl out your mouth as you speak I wonder if that's a sign to not believe everything you see.
I wonder how many pins I can hit down in one strike making it to the finish line sounds pretty nice.
Can we make a deal a hand for a hand we can even shake on it I don't play pretend.
Monday 27th February 2017 12:35 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:Needing a quick fix | Don't underestimate anyone | Band aids off | The power of a mad women | written in rage | speaking to angels or was it the devil |
As I look at the moon tonight.
It is full and bright
blue illuminates through
my mind, stars align.
I am fine.
I've been burning up inside
my twisted demise,
lost my mission,
lost my way,
lost my vision.
Each night I sit with silence,
enveloped in despair.
penning lines in my mind,
I fail to keep,
losing too much sleep.
Monday 27th February 2017 10:14 am
Also by MyDystopiA:Drizzle | Closet Space | Ablaze |
To The Addicts Of The World
Cunning baffling and powerful are the words used to describe,
The truth of what addiction is, it will take your life with a knife.
Everything you thought you were becomes lost,
All that you cherish and love, gone at what cost?
Millions of people struggle everyday and it's truly tough,
Knowing that one is too many and a thousand never enough.
Pot, heroin, me...
Monday 27th February 2017 9:50 am
behind my eye--
polarized retinal reflections
are closer than they appear.
Sunday 26th February 2017 11:08 pm
Also by nunya:pro choice | traveler (la revancha) | threshold | ..to make something beautiful | temporary quarter |
Have you ever tried to kill yourself by holding your breath?
No one's ever died from a lack of sleep...
(I dare you not to try it)
The hardest part of forgetting is when you remember.
Double check yourself, and down it goes.
Get ready, hold on, and jump out of the plane!
Hear the rush, gasp for breath, and let those bells ring.
Jump on that train, follow those tracks.
It's too much (but ...
Sunday 26th February 2017 8:43 pm
Also by Christine Pankratz:I was an addict |
He was no narcissi,
He didn’t even like exposure
And despite the loudness –
Sought refuge in Gorecki,
His was a great misunderstanding
That in reality, became the pleasure
Of feeble minds,
Rejected as sport,
Everyone he knew came
To lazy conclusions,
Enticed by an entity without heart and soul,
He was as history told,...
Sunday 26th February 2017 8:26 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:The Silence is Beautiful | Dark Flower |
And once things have transited
From friendship to love
It is never the case
That things will never
Be the same again
Or you’ll never be able
To do any of the things
That first drew us together
Whether texting each other
At six in the morning
Or sat there lost in thought
Each other words at literature nights
Even after the other one
Has read and has been asking you
What did you t...
Sunday 26th February 2017 4:35 pm
Also by Andy N:From Friendship to Love (III) |
Ah, the thrill
Of running down a street
Lit only by cafe glow
To see a dog
Taking a pee
And bundles in doorways
That are sleeping men
Ah, the thrill
Of running down a street
Where students smoke
and taxis speed by
Or wait for fares
Where the smell of pancakes
And curry mixes
With the rubbish of the day
Ah, the thrill
Of running down a street
Sunday 26th February 2017 12:10 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:La Petite Mort | Autumn Leaves | The End is Nigh | I'm ready if you are | I'm Doing Okay |
Mouth full of dirt, itchy throat,
loss for words but even if he could describe this, this…
his swollen tonsils wouldn’t let him speak.
Feeling weak, future’s bleak, refuge he seeks
mind Immersed in simple rhymes, remembering simple times
Learning table manners, two times two gives four
seventy times seven sins against another - still forgiven
but now he...
ate deceptive words
Sunday 26th February 2017 4:15 am
Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:Shy | Water works | Week days and Weak days | Aflame | Weary souls | I'm not | B | Pilgrimage | Air it out | Inspired by Beleaf's song:Depressed | Advice to a poet | What is he saying? | The Surgeon | Illusions | Unashamed |
Nah nahnah nah nah you can't catch me !
read the facebook message from Moriarty,
Sherlock reached for his calabash and the needle
shouted for Mrs Hudson
went into a dream.
Watson was stuck without a computer,
so a boy was sent to fetch him at once
but the doctor was checking Mrs Watson
and didn't give a fig for his friend,
When Sherlock saw the light again...
Saturday 25th February 2017 12:53 pm
Also by ray pool:THE DEATH OF JOSEF JAKOBS 1941 | THE CAVE IN THE SIDE OF A CLIFF | PLATFORM ANNOUNCEMENTS | HYPOCHONDRIA THE LIBERTINE | TICKET TO PARADISE | SEWER CONVERSION | GATHERED HERE | PROUD OF THE PAST | NUCLEAR EVENT |
I . Taytu Betul as a leader
“ Ethiopia is famed for being
A peaceful,hospitable and a warrior nation
How come then it failed
To come to your attention,
As bees whose hive is threatened,
Citizens are ever alert to
To foil provoked aggression!
The 1889 treacherous
I will tear apart
A messenger,with a tail
Between your legs,
Before you depart.
The Italian version
Saturday 25th February 2017 9:12 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:A lake's obituary |
Bristol poets especially may be interested in this event: The brilliant local poets Deborah Harvey and Tom Sastry with Open Mike. More details on the Gig Guide
Saturday 25th February 2017 8:43 am
treetops hang crooked under
the blue of snowfall.
Violent wind shaves the
withered leaves from their limbs. Soft
rain licks at their wounds.
The fury of tides
swallows sand and beach. Darkness
creeps as lightning sinks.
Saturday 25th February 2017 3:51 am
Also by Melissa Gentile:The Storm | last night's dream | untitled | (untitled) |
Sometimes you know
This life feels like
it's just pretend
And we sweep or dance
Or drift or dream
From one act or moment
But this is
And all the drama
If you want it to be
So float across
Should you choose
Your heavy leaden feet
Or rattle your chains
Friday 24th February 2017 11:15 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:The butter man |
Slowly stirring from slumber deep
Open eyes, adjust to the dawn’s light
Lazily stretching limbs, emerging from under covers
Reaching over, his spot is empty and cool to the touch
How long has he been awake and gone?
Thinking he’s so sweet to let me continue my dreams
Hearing signs of life outside bedroom
Reaching for robe, sliding toes into slippers
Shuffling along, gr...
Friday 24th February 2017 2:34 pm
Also by Maxine:crave | Memories of paradise | your story | empty | temptation |
True pride in a creative work,
Is not to merely be able to say,
'I did this'
'This is me'
Friday 24th February 2017 7:02 am
Sometimes I question if what I'm doing is right.
I sit here in the sun all mixed up inside.
All I need is a voice from outside, but all I ever do is shut off and ignore all the signs.
Sometimes I feel like I'm bigger than the world.
This ego is inflated with the thoughts to destroy.
I'm brought back to the earth so quickly and so violently, I then again begin to question my sel...
Thursday 23rd February 2017 8:40 pm
Also by Pablo_Chee:Untitled 4 | Untitled 3 | Untitled 2 | Untitled 1 |
When push comes to shove
shove goes to love
love has been long-lost, dead like a wingless dove.
Endless children licking lips spitting grits
of our foul flying friends.
What has granted you food?
"The universe" said the child.
My first thought was a singularity in poetry
why does it always have to me?
Feast please! I only ask you bring tyrants before you to their ...
Thursday 23rd February 2017 7:48 pm
Also by Jack Hopwaters Jr:Useless |
for forever, for a cello
for a painting, New York school
for a drum, tight snare
for a branch broke
for a tree, one branch less
for myself who is less
Thursday 23rd February 2017 2:24 pm
Also by Barry R Tench:Turntable |
We didn’t get the chance to know you.
We dreamt of you. We planned for you.
We picked out a name for you: Lauren, because I was sure you were a girl.
We told your big sister who was too little to understand, that you were with us.
But it was early. Admittedly, too early.
Because the morning sickness never came.
My belly never became a bump.
Instead, I cramped up inside that Saturday morning...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 11:48 pm
Every argument leaves a fading scare,once before I seen your name written up in the stars.
It's hard to to dream when your not with me, I need to survive and be the once who's stronger.
Our human hearts don't realise they are strong as they are, they just lost along the way.
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 7:12 pm
I guess that at one time or another - if we're being honest - we've all been blinded by the white hot heat and light of our fantasies, dreams, and ambitions; as poets it's practically in our job description to be thus.
The following poem owns up to flying too close to that particular sun, and the resultant crash-and-burn,
That doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying for the impossible though ....
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 4:25 pm
Also by David Redfield:A warm welcome ... |
This is a comi/tragedy, rhyming, pantomime type story of what could happen to anyone isolated in a community as a result of religious migration. Just as a matter of extra interest, I sincerely believe that when this parable is published (front page) nationwide in Parish Magazines of all denominations. a deeper understanding and acceptance? of each our peculiar idiosyncrasies will have, at last, be...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 4:23 pm
Also by ken eaton-dykes:THE GOOD LIFE | NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS |
His softspoken funny words used to make me laugh..
But now..forgetting those memories is really tough..
Hedoesn't even care what I need..
He said "no one can rejects you" but he did..
I was a day dreamer which made me stupid..
For him I was too small and gradual to be perceived..
He thought that it was a crush..as he is fool..
But I was in a rush ..which made me "emotional foo...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 2:41 pm
Echo and Narcissus
after Echo and Narcissus, by Glyn Philpot (bronze with green patina)
Did either of them have a moment’s unease?
He, before the pool of social media reflected back all he wanted to see,
She, before she found herself cursed by the god of Abandon, that minor deity
of the Home Counties
who thought he had only to ask the people, gi...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 7:00 am
You are the one that stifles my progress.
You put up barriers, then deny their existence.
You make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
You try to force me to conform to your ways.
You make me feel lesser.
You denounce my heritage.
You oppress my people.
You suppress my pride.
You widow our women; leave children fatherless and mothers without their babie...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 2:41 am
Also by J.R. Daniel:Nostalgia |
fangs and claws so sharp they could pierce the mightiest of rodant
long and sleek black hair made him stealth in the night
a face of beauty and pride with warmth through his deep green eyes
a half white mustage and as if he wore socks on certain feet
a full gentle heart if I ever did see one
as I trusted him with my two wee ones
his size above average, but not immune to a predito...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 12:58 am
Also by old shoes:THE NEAR EXIT | BLOOD MOON | pieces | movement | call to nature | young and old | here we are again |
How easy to pretend,
And all that jazz,
It's easy to recall,
Paintings on the wall,
Music in my soul,
I can hear the tinkle of your wine glass,
Fool each other,
All of the awakenings,
Trinkets from each love.
Our eyes meet,
Across the crowded room.
As the dance continues...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 9:04 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:As the Lion Watches | Your Hatred |
I didn’t foresee
That carriage B
Would alter my life
In such curious fashion
And who even knew
That the 10:52
Could ever have been
The scene of such passion?
We entered the station
To great consternation
Our deeds were the subject
Of much speculation
But I don’t regret
And I’ll never forget
The good times we had
Tuesday 21st February 2017 3:35 pm
Also by Joe Williams:Old Fred |
We were like ‘yin and yang’,
‘Spick and Span’
- Hot pot, big pan -
slick and tanned!
The could we can -
sweet, sweet like marzipan!
The kind of love that makes you FAT,
that attracts the sniff sniffing rats.
- Rap! Trap! Rat! The blind bats! -
But I walked and you ran,
I was kicked like tin-can
then you thought you were tin-man,
cause you forgot your heart ...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 11:28 am
I, undone and unable to bear
This burden is heavy and my legs may give
At any moment the pressure is rising
Uncontrollably and it tightens ever harder
As I lay here the thought of dying
Consumes all but the faintest glow
Of hope and a gasp of air
Is welcome to my thirsty lungs
Which have held their breath waiting
For this defining moment
Of pain and suffering unending...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 4:13 am
Also by Seth Trenton:(untitled) | Hope |