Poetry Blogs (Mar 2017)
Life is full of illusion,
a process of disillusion.
No perfection in decay.
to be reborn,
to be all that I am
Oblivion only comes
to those that seek it.
Friday 31st March 2017 9:44 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:Repeat | Wayward | Fade to Burn | Times Five | Repent | Three | I After Me After I | Drift |
I found my doctor a little remote
as he checked my lungs
and checked my throat.
The trouble was the blinking screen
new guru of the live well scene,
it seemed to come between us
as he consulted comparison apps
I said I was recently prone to cramps
and suffering memory lapse.
The screen came in between us
as he searched for answers online
Friday 31st March 2017 9:34 pm
Also by ray pool:MARRIAGE VOWS | IRON MAIDEN | DAI WOODHAM'S SCRAPYARD | THE LANES OF LONDON | RHYMING ROCK | THE TIMES | DENIAL | FATE | ANSEL ADAMS, PHOTOGRAPHER | CHELSEA CREEK 1970 | SMOKING REQUISITES | TV SOAPS | A TRIP TO LOOE | CHURCH RIDDLE | ON THE OTHER SIDE OF READING |
I ran the hot water over them
Trying to scrub them away
They weren’t dirt or mud
They were too wide and deep
A part of me
I’d have bleached them off if I could
I’d been so busy
Eight hours working with a hangover
I ached and winced like it was nothing
Smiled and waited on strangers
It could have been him
The bath is when I realised my reality...
Friday 31st March 2017 7:11 pm
Image: Our new addition Milo another Boston Terrier enjoying a sleep as in poem 5, not to replace Louie but as a pet in his own right. Poem 5 was also my first of 2017. This will be the third blog in a row that has featured a Boston Terrier as the "Run up" image
13.08.2016 - 1) The urge to book my flight I feel
Search the internet for the best deal
Quotes printed of to the letter, bu...
Friday 31st March 2017 4:02 pm
Your skin like the yellow brick road,
and what is it that creates that rush of blush?
I’d love to shovel out your flesh or drill through your cheeks
to reach those autumn leaves,
that grow behind the golden weeds,
the red leaves that were never green.
No, never new, they never grew,
they stayed and they remained:
Dying, but never dead,
thriving, behind your face of ...
Friday 31st March 2017 3:47 pm
No More the Sea
Even an immortal soul would expire
Before reaching the ends of the Universe,
For it is big, competing with time –
Perhaps in peril, where the
Sacred chalice filled with wine
From a cellar built from infinity,
Can bring back make believe
Deities now so desperately missing
Oh how ridiculous the story of Man,
His chalice fille...
Friday 31st March 2017 3:18 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:The Family | No Deal | Our Denial of Hate | If You Ain't Soldier, Then You'll NEVER Know. |
you know that
I wear my crazy
on my sleeve.
it's best if
let me be.
aren't there other
for you to go
if you really
here but me.
Friday 31st March 2017 12:21 am
Also by Little Bit:gold stars | the playlist | to my sweetest girl | know your soul | one day | this rain, it knows |
My whole world is reflected in your face
I can't believe I've finally found the place
Which could be my mind's saving grace
Such symmetry in the way we orbit life
It's like our paths were designed to unite
To alleviate all the suffering and strife
Which is life's reminder that it's all trite
This world was not meant for the soul
A pitstop on the road to meeting a goal
Which will surel...
Friday 31st March 2017 12:15 am
Also by Alonelymouse:Wait | Strange ground | Distant | A knock on the door | Insecure | What are we? | Sad song |
I refuse to be
the damsel in distress.
I refuse to be
the princess who waits
for her prince charming.
I am my own happy ending,
I am my own fairytale.
Thursday 30th March 2017 10:16 pm
Also by Maria Renea:Melatonin | V. | x | Asking for it | Ten Years | I will continue to suffer | infertile | Appreciation | III. | Blame | Mujer de Elección | II. | I'm better now | difference | Object | Changes | Tattoo |
Seeking out the passion from the everyday
As the light seems to dim on the important parts
Soaking up all the fuel of the creative arts
Burning on the surface to the treacherous tray
Lacking the oxygen to expand the fire
Smouldering in distance as the retreat happened
To a safe existence with the notebook blackened
By the arsenic root in the mind's retire
Chasing away pages of talented...
Thursday 30th March 2017 8:34 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Island Paradise | The beauty of everyday | The bad part of town | Sunset | Unwanted Deaths | Work imitating art | La noirceur de l’âme | L'amour est ... | Pouvoir d'état | Mouvement | Paint night | Fairness | My last one | Happy | Being Right | For her fantasy | Sad senator | My bad day | Mr Fantismo on the river | Her fun | We all do it | The night is young | Final thoughts | Love life | Pour les deux maîtres en mer | Sainte beauté | Sculpture d’enfance | The end | The homeless man | Mr Fantismo on tight rope |
Ireland with Emily, you what
Emily indeed, you must be
having a laugh a top notch
society Doris she was Nemo
Me Impune Lacessit ancient
lineage, so you don’t grass up
a royals’ name you might get
some Corgi poo through the
letter box or worse still one of
those rambling diatribes from
HRH, you know who I mean not
the Queen no the one from that
Thursday 30th March 2017 7:28 pm
Also by Philipos:TOLLS | MOLES | SPAGNUM |
We have a planet of immeasureable immensity
Vibrant in its rich diversity
Intimately carved and intricately balanced
Flora and fauna lavishly abound
Oceans and mountains full of majesty and awe
Deserts, jungles and ice capped poles
People of different races and tongues
Vegetables, fruits and more besides
Air, wind, fire in one glorious globe
A wonder to...
Thursday 30th March 2017 7:09 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Perspective | Indignation | Windows of the Soul | Inspiration | The Sea Gull | Afternoon Tea | Thank you | The Darkness of the Night | The Currency of Truth | A Profound Labyrinth | Shot | They only went to pray....... | A Chasm too Great | Deceit | The Bibulous Few | The Sunflower | Nimrod | Afraid? | Drowning | Solitude | Spiritual Warfare | Institutions | Free Speech | The Sepulchre | Hell´s Quagmire | HAAS - 2016 SYRIA |
I love you
That defines your beauty
Real love is
Your shine shines through
This is all I feel: you
As if you're reachable
I would hug you
With that gun in your hand
And tell you loud enough for you to hear:
"I never meant to feel this way
Why are you finding fun in
Shooting deer and pheasants
While you could be free...
Thursday 30th March 2017 6:38 pm
:-"Meri Zindagi me Aakey" (BY ENTERING IN TO MY LIFE)
Tune dil me ye Kaisa Ahsaas Jaga diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey,
Mere bikhre Armaano ko phir se Saja diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey
Band ho chukey they meri Ummedon ke Raastey Sabhi,
Tune ek naya Raasta Dikha diya Meri Zindagi me Aakey
Bikhra pada tha Gham ke andhere me na jane kab se main,
tune Chiraagh-e-mohabbat Ja...
Thursday 30th March 2017 5:51 pm
Also by AATIF:POETRY PASSION | "FIGHT TILL YOUR LAST BREATH" | POETRY PASSION |
grief is the thing with feathers - max porter
the swallows swam that evening as they
so often had the summer through, pricking
the bruised peach sky with their infinite
spots, spits, peppering the sky with noise.
but they bled on your brain, everything bled
and passed through the grief lens,
the sickening beige of it all.
the siren that screamed at three o'clock did
not save lives....
Thursday 30th March 2017 5:11 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:grief in e-minor | i am a cloud and when i cry it rains | dear richard, | on symbiosis and a concerning dream | odaxelagnia (how i learnt to love being bitten) | possessed | like skin upon my bones | the only answer we will ever need |
I am a slight and lesser man,
With added prunes
To keep me regular.
My Christmas feast,
Chicken stew with added sprouts,
Is splattering the microwave.
I shall pull a festive cracker,
Eat dinner wearing a paper hat.
Lost in love
Hobbled by fervent hope,
I stood in siling rain
Gently pebbling my lover’s window.
The curtains stayed closed,
Thursday 30th March 2017 12:54 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:Last Summer in Co. Clare | In Passing | Reflections - A Soliloquy | Mission Hall |
Path deemed distinctive
in reality turned opposed
Odds proved enormous
from humanly supposed
All possible had a shot at
for unviable to come true
Now logic takes primacy
to ditch all on a good cue
Thursday 30th March 2017 9:27 am
Why can't you love me when I'm low
Why can't you love me when I'm high
Why can't you love me when I'm trying
Why can't you love me when I'm crying
Why can't you love me when I'm a mess
Why can't you love me when I'm the best
Why can't you love me when you're my world
Why can't you love me when you're my sun, moon, and stars
Why couldn't I stop loving you when you never even tried
Thursday 30th March 2017 6:25 am
Au, mon cher, Claude!
I have longed for this moment
ready with this eager pen, this expectant paper
and donned my prettiest words
to express to you
the first time ever I saw
(not so gently),
emotion from me
till it spilled over out of new eyes
the greens, the blues, the peeking pinks
the movement, the quiet, definite, almost imperceptibl...
Thursday 30th March 2017 4:35 am
Also by Dyphrent:A Fine Mesh | The Present | Relations | Wondering | DO AND DIE! | Maybe I Don't Love You | MAN |
Honey dripped from hands, divine;
She’s never felt so enjoyed.
Awe and devotion,
So lovely and novel.
And she began to like herself once more.
In the unlikeliest touch,
She found a friend;
But more than that,
She found herself.
No remorse, or guilt
She would not unravel.
And she began to like herself once more.
Thursday 30th March 2017 3:53 am
Also by Rachel Miller:He's Different Now | Coffee Mugs | I'll Drive | He Was Wrong for me | A poem using all of my favorite words: | Fall | Wrong Addiction | Under Clear Skies | Ink | Holes | When I die | Castle | You'll Find me in You | Forget This | Castor and Pollux | Angst | CRASH | Angel | Religion | Gilded Crown | Cloak me in Stars... | Until My Sorry End | Eyes | Boy | Dreaming | Fairies | 23,000 | The Bird |
I wondered why that set
Of Mediterranean sky
Was domed between these whirls of weather we get,
Why, through the jibs
Of the low oaks, the sun-shafts
Kept digging me in the ribs,
Why I could feel
The shock of spring seas bursting against a far coast
Vibrant under my heel –
The sudden toil
Of all kinds of coming-alive things
Stirring in the soil
(What was it...
Thursday 30th March 2017 12:29 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:Touching....and going. | For Linda, just turned... | Carol |
dedicated to John Lydon/Lygone/Rotten/Forgotten, on his recent outburst...
Rubber Johnny's been buttered up
Now his talk is cheap
The punks that once did idolise him
Have now begun to weep
His public image limited
Now there's no anarchy in the UK
He used to hate the queen
But now probably wants a knighthood to come his way
They say never have idols
Cos all they'll do is break your he...
Thursday 30th March 2017 12:21 am
i cant carry
the weight of your regrets.
It wasnt meant for me,
so why cant you forget.
Forget the past,
embrace my future.
You're pushing me too fast,
you think im stronger.
Just give me time
to make my own choice.
Dont try to read my mind,
let me use my voice.
Wednesday 29th March 2017 8:47 pm
Also by LeeJ Waters:untitled |
My eyes blink
tears stroll down my cheek
My head explodes
My heart aches
Yearning for a better relationship
Heart rate rises
Control. Control. I need control.
He’s yelling louder
My eyes are piercing
Memories of the last time he did this come afloat
Hitting and shoving
Now I’m running
I can’t stand him
Wednesday 29th March 2017 8:38 pm
Also by iesha washington:Natural Disaster | Father |
Stranger in a well known body
trapped in the fleshy suit of a woman
who carries mountains on her shoulders
dirt crumbles into the strands of her hair
which lays on the peaks and valleys of her chest
she longs to peel away the layers
that cover her true form
lumpy and misshapen
movement has become less than automatic
as mountains shift and slide
her back bends to tak...
Wednesday 29th March 2017 6:58 pm
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Shock Absorber | Studio | Paper Route |
Least said...soonest mended
Does not appeal to the easily offended.
They look around eagerly, seeking to get
On the unctuous side of being upset.
They trot out the "isms", (their bible in life),
Ever pious of pose, they'll disguise the knife
Of righteous riposte till the time is thought right
To drive home the blade in sanctimonious delight!.
They are found all ar...
Wednesday 29th March 2017 5:50 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE POINT OF McGUINNESS | TAKE ME BACK TO ROCKN'ROLL - a re-post for a reason | ONCE UPON A TIME = something from the past! | NEW ISN'T ALWAYS BETTER | THAT OL' TIME RELIGION | SPRING TO ATTENTION! |
To a friend
There is a small and unremarkable bridge I often cross
That now stands guardian to the memory of a friend.
When your burden became too much, it held you in its thrall
And gave passage across your own imagin’d Styx.
And on that very day and hour your demon choice was made
What base chance made me bypass the bridge, and you?
Wednesday 29th March 2017 3:28 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Love | On leaving a hospital room |
She’s got two part time jobs
and works her fingers to the bone
a single mum with no support from him
but she made that house a home.
Empty promises of child support
to help to feed her pack
every bloke she’s ever known’s
always fucked off and turned their back.
She doesn’t feel resentment
she never has the time
if she gets an hour to herself each day
she swears tha...
Wednesday 29th March 2017 11:14 am
Also by Matthew Nicholson:A Million Questions Unanswered |
space travel can bend you out of shape
so wandering too close to black
holes would be a big mistake
and if you fall in feet first
tidal forces and
Wednesday 29th March 2017 9:12 am
Also by Paul Waring:A So-So So and So | Stalker | Enigma Variations | From Out Of Nowhere | Memory Thief | The First Of The Rest | Terminal Zoo | Nan Was My Nigella | Mona Lisa Musing | Insomnia | Inevitabilities | Not Quite 8½ |
The door is closed,
cobwebs make it clear
this door is rarely entered.
stain dripping down
like deja vu I know
I've entered this door before.
I turn the key.
Wrapped in darkness
the echo of my stiletto guides me
at a time,
Wednesday 29th March 2017 1:40 am
“Hail to the Chief of Old Mother Rossiya
Oops! A slip – I mean USA”
But Dubya and Ronald
Were brighter than Donald
At the time, though, you all said, “No Way!”
There’s no disputing
That Vladimir Putin
Is, like me, brilliant and fab
We’re sharing a bromance
But pooftahs? Hell! No chance!
Preferring some pussy or titties to grab.
He wouldn’t hack mail
Wednesday 29th March 2017 12:06 am
Also by John Coopey:IKEA | KOPI LUWAK (CAT COFFEE) | HAVE I PEAKED TOO SOON? | THE PROMISED LAND | REAL WOMEN | THE DYSON AIRBLADE | NOBODY WANTS YOU WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND OUT | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |
It is good to approach the water's edge.
Here I put behind me all that which has
been so loud-voiced, so particular
Held by the constant rhythm of the waves
rolling in regardless of millenia,
struck by this vastness tickling my toes
It is good to find the sea and the sky
create and preserve with a lasting kiss
my ever out of reach horizon,
caught in the...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 11:08 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:D.W. | Change Of Heart | (untitled) | Winning | (untitled) | (untitled) | Communication/Noise |
I sit in a Titan's clasp.
Breaking out my only wish.
Looking through fingers.
Scared to touch.
Lest I am detected.
By titan machinations.
And run like magic,
At freedom's opportunity.
Tuesday 28th March 2017 9:26 pm
Also by Rich:Dynamis | Second Hand Living | Solitude's serenity |
beneath a chiding veneer--beneath the toothy and fleshy laughter, there lies some terrible truth and absurdity as tired and twisted as the utterance of the oldest names of the oldest gods, and older still than our kind: a death as old as life.
lo, beneath that, the comedian quivers and shakes under the weight of sweat-soaked sheets -- the company of painkillers of every color -- he knows the sh...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 4:30 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:hfo (03/10/2017) |
A Damsel Asks a Boy, what's your wish,
The Naughty Boy replies!!
My hands in your T-Shirt, trying to feel your spine,
Give me some time to prove myself and trust you will be mine
Lips to be locked together, until the breath of sy,
Feel my skin to the extent, that you wanna cry
Your nerves are running strong enough, your heart beats are making noise,
Now i know y...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 2:58 pm
Also by Ankit Gulati:A Christmas Night |
In the last year we've had Trump & Brexit and me, a diagnosis of bladder cancer.
In this book I deal with it all - head on. Simultaneously the most personal and the most angry and political collection I've put together, and that says a lot after 3500 gigs in 24 countries, nine books of poems and over 40 CDs/LPs.
It's published on April 6th.
Fellow WOL readers may be interested to hear wha...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 2:36 pm
“Look at it closely” said the old man as he dragged on his roller,
smoke rings rising like halos in the evening sky
“the human awareness that we experience
is actually vibrations from the angelic orbits.
This is where our creativity is born, releasing our souls to soar.
It is here that our potential to bond with each other
I moved closer to him on the b...
Tuesday 28th March 2017 7:08 am
Also by Chakraj:Trump Cards | Born Again | Play it again Andy | Fake You | Ssssh, there's someone speaking | To that tantalizing lady in red | The Infinite Kingdom | Building bridges, healing hearts |
An unwelcome intruder
you were, that Wednesday night
you landed on the vinyl
while I tended to the bags
under my eyes before bed.
This, of all places? But why?
Did you want a change of scene,
somewhere to make a fresh start?
Or did you just end up here
and have no idea why?
If your answer's the latter,
don't worry - you're not alone.
Poor thing - you were s...
Monday 27th March 2017 2:31 pm
Also by Neil Robertson:Fair | Pigeon | Desert | Interval | The Stream | Cigarettes and Rum |
The Passing of love
It started in the dead of night
As the box dropped, the noose pulled tight
His eyes as cold as stone
His skin as white as bone
As the night grew colder
The light in his heart grew older
As the candles light came to end
The hearse rounds the final bend
The tears in his eyes made him choke
As the casket lowered, his heart broke
Monday 27th March 2017 1:29 pm
What can the boy do when he’s at home?
But only it isn’t his home because every night he feels so alone.
When the boy’s father drowns himself every night in liquor.
When he goes to school and is asked, “What happened?” while his eyes are left low and bruised
He responds with, “daddy did it.”
Years of not being allowed to visit mom on his birthdays
Years of not being able to t...
Monday 27th March 2017 4:22 am
My courage in the middle of nowhere
she came into my life like a grenade
I reeled back to familiar territory
and stepped on a land-mine
Blown away! We both were and then we weren't...just
a myriad of incandescent stardust undulating like waves
in a sea of oblivion...a sea that conquered the byzantine
walls I erected to safeguard...? (NOTHING, nada, zip, zero)
Monday 27th March 2017 2:04 am
Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:Giant flower | Sexual immorality | Test the test | C | Censorship | Ignite the flame | Reality? | Us three | I vowed to you | Stone not thrown | Unfinished conversations | Broken | Hunger |
I go downstairs
I make you a coffee
I am exhausted
I lay on the bed
I ponder the desires and the designs
Of heart mind and body
And the time for equilibrium to return
Time to recover
And go downstairs again
The medication gives me a headache
And I doze
I sit and watch any old toot on T.V.
Sunday 26th March 2017 10:49 pm
Also by Martin Elder:School dinners |
Now the lights are coming on
pink and orange, white and blue
from this distance they seem to melt into an aura
a haze hung above this haunted city
A clock tower looms over the rails
passing through this place I've never stopped here
I know nothing about how it moves or swells or stalls
but the lights all blanket it so heavenly
I think to myself, I'd like to return someday
Always, I fi...
Sunday 26th March 2017 2:34 am
When a traditional
Music and dance,
A century-old bilateral
Ties, took place
A biracial and mesmeric
With chocolate Lucy's face,
And radiant face
Leased in the citadel of
My heart a place
Making it palpitate
The intermingling of
This with that race
At times lends human beings
Saturday 25th March 2017 2:13 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Systematically Explicating a Narrative and Descriptive Poem | Bravo practice harmful tradation | Heroines in the dark | Four hundered ninety | Distilling from the past making tomorrow bright |
I saw you dragging on the ground
longing I let you be free.
I hoped you didn’t find out
one day you could spread your wings.
Would you go to the west or east?
With those emerald eyes
you thought the time was a line.
You knew you weren’t mine,
but you finally could realize
the world was not your size.
You became a gorgeous creature.
You broke the crys...
Saturday 25th March 2017 5:32 am
Lakeside, I watch
the Coots bouncing
on top of the water.
They throw their heads
with intention and abandon.
Plunging - immersing themselves.
I want to bounce,
Plunge into you...
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2001
*Coots: small black waterbird related to Moorhens: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coot
(1st Pub. 'Hidden Capacity ~ a poet's jo...
Saturday 25th March 2017 4:33 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Without Wheels | (untitled) | Sketching in Ireland. | Suits and Ties |
Print off this haiku
wrap it around a large brick
hurl through a window.
Saturday 25th March 2017 3:30 am
The truth about pain...
The truth about MY PAIN.
The truth is nobody knows about my pain.
The truth about my pain..
The truth is nobody asked me about MY PAIN...
Since the start of my time, here on this plane (planet) all I ever felt is pain.
Truth is behind this smile, this pretty face all you'll see is this here PAIN.
THE TRUTH ABOUT MY PAIN, YOU WANT THE TRUTH ABOUT MY PAIN...
Saturday 25th March 2017 12:34 am
Scoliosis – Abnormal lateral curvature of the spine – From the Greek Skolios
The angel used to dance high above
from down here
I gleefully watched her run rings
around the Cirrus and Nimbostratus
through long daylight and short moonlight
only touching the soil with her feet to make sure we were still safe and warm
Watching her stumble was an unnerving sight
the snag of a razor thin wi...
Friday 24th March 2017 11:41 pm
Pushing and shoving on the dance floor
We must have looked a right sight
Ducking and diving next to the waves
Of distorted guitars and tribal like drums;
Our Hair blowing wild in the over ripe summer air
As we laughed at the singer
Stumbling at his words for a few seconds
Before carrying on, pushing each other
Up and down the dance-floor
Your hair was punked up, dye...
Friday 24th March 2017 1:26 pm
Also by Andy N:Duty |