Poetry Blogs (May 2017)
Not because you
Hold a stand
But when life fell apart
You held my hand
When all that I could do
You wiped the tear
From my eye
You listened as I shared
And why right now
I can't feel whole
And while there might
Not be a thing that you could do
With compassion you heard
My point of view
Wednesday 31st May 2017 10:50 pm
Also by Kathy Cammarota:Through Tears ( Day after the Presidential election 2016 ) | Bring Back The Good | A Measured Mind |
Remember adventures that happen on journey
Don't feel a resentment as you chase fantasies
To the ends of this world without the tragedies
That might occur on route, avoiding death's gurney
You might endure some pain as much as you cause it
Opening wide your heart to allow it broken
While securing lessons that giants are shaken
From the feeble nature of this natural split
Wednesday 31st May 2017 8:40 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Phoenix Pay System | Cherry Pie | House Party | Seeing first time | Best friend in waiting | The good wife | Sandpaper | Strong Survivor | The passion of night | Dream Woman | Her kink | Collapse | Goosebumps | Women | From a Canadian friend | Acceptance | The mountain drive | Work | The mansion | The park bench | The quiet night | The massage | Depression | The dragon's den | The kingdom | New Porn Star | Sinking feeling | The judge | Two lines | Traffic |
I don’t think your soul
Is capable of being dark as my own
Even when you start showing similar traits
In just a few hours you knew me couple dates
The black queen
Cause never revealed no feeling
Never left an impression but still made a killing
You said my eyes show all the pain I’ve been hiding
That my heart is a home to darkness and that’s where hate is residing
That’s why I k...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 8:31 pm
Also by Pfunzo Badane:A Kid |
Wednesday 31st May 2017 8:29 pm
Also by Wayne Riley:Puberty | My Wife | Homeland | The Pursuit Of Happyness | Partial Suicide |
We did not ask for this
We cannot control what we must
We can only rise to the times
And do what we see as right
There is no one there to listen
No parent in the sky
We are the author of our souls
The believer in our faith
Children of the universe
Intellect and compassion?
Built solely from an interplay of atomic particles
Our strange stay here on Earth
Wednesday 31st May 2017 7:55 pm
Also by Kim Whysall-Hammond:Chalklands | After the Dance | Burning | Solar thoughts or To our mistress, the sun | To walk among ruins |
One who is strong in will
And full of skill
One who sets out to kill
Opposing the ones God filled
Much blood had to spill
to pay the worldly bill
Jesus took our cup out of His goodwill
So we won't have to go alone over the hill
His love, to all who believe, He instills
His promises He will fulfill
With Jesus, we can take that hill
Wednesday 31st May 2017 6:35 pm
Also by Travis:The Good Life |
I've seen truth reveal itself over time and wisdom follow closely behind it. And if wisdom would ever get off track, his friend pain would surely remind him. Truth told me that love kills and wisdom told me truth was being truthful. The first time is my life, when wisdom was actually useful. It's no scenic route in life and it's no shortcut to success. Hatred blocks my heart, anxiety taunts my str...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 1:52 pm
Common sense would dictate
That when a website uses the concept of pounds...
...I think they're pounds? Maybe?
Well, that should indicate the base of operations; Britan.
Maybe just.....generally European?
My knowledge of globes, that explain the world in quilted patches is small. I only recall that lines we're drawn with sticks at some point and dec...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 1:42 pm
Also by Connor Lannes:Give Me An Original Metaphor | The Island of Misfit Boys | Puberty & Desperation | Simon Bette's Cry of the Lost Lamb | Selfie Culture is Just Culture You Stupid Fucking Baby Boomer. | What To Do After You've Participated In A Threesome | Housewives, Magic Circles, and Poetic Gimmicks. | Watching a Group of Angry College Kids is Weirdly Entertaining | Experimental Proposition Following Observation of Apathy |
linger awhile,weakening love,
for I feel our days together are dwindling,
damaging me beyond all reparations.I ask,
since the inflictions of your inevitable departure are looming
and will cut deeply,that you do not leave me in loneliness,
until my heart has emptied its last tear in preparation for a life in shadows.
Come closer,but do not pity me.
Though the sorrow I shal...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 12:02 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:redeterminations | cozenesque | loves literacy | spiritless | best rollercoaster ride ever!! | a bastard abandons | above all and everything in the universe | once bitten | soul stripped | ark wanted |
Are they patriots or philanthropists
given to good works and the welfare of mankind?
Do they seek to change for the better
or is there some hidden agenda?
Politicians are a breed set apart
out for themselves from the very start
They preen themselves to receive acclaim
and fast enough to submit an expense claim
They become quite detached from us all
Wednesday 31st May 2017 10:06 am
Also by keith jeffries:Behind a Closed Door | Italy | Those Halcyon Days | A Wartime Journey | Air Raid | Gallipoli | Air Gunner | The Heat of the Night | The Madding Crowd | The Demobbed | Imagination | Waves | All in All | Turn the other cheek | An Idyll | Fruition | Life´s Span | Soggy goings on... | The Mellow Years | Sunday | Self Destruction | A Train Journey | The Tobacconist | First Day at School | The Ultimate Love | Stress | The Poet Philosopher | Hidden from View | A Circle of Friends | Lost but Held | Old Father Tom | She sailed in... | Turmoil | Berlin | The Tango | Your Book | Reaching Out | Nan | Hither and Thither | The Bike Sheds | School Sports Day | Step outside | If only.... | Seek and you will find | Best of Friends | A Darkened Sanctuary | A Transitory World | Labels | A Dimensional World |
Wednesday 31st May 2017 9:44 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Argonauts | Masoch | Embrace |
A July day
Twilight in the village shuttered windows
I’m walking alone, they have all died, dogs
too and cats have gone feral.
Stale heat, as heavy as a stage curtain full of forgotten tragedies,
hangs in the air.
I take no pleasure of this walk, but I have been indoors all day waiting
for sun-fall and a cool breeze….
Back home I open windows, share my...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 8:51 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :rain falls on sea | the good baptist | sandy walk | on a life-raft | ancient wars and potatoes | an artist and a bottle of wine | inferiority complex | philosophy giants | restless love | the last day | glorious moment | alone in a big city | the enemy are us | the imprint | rigor | sartorial | neptun`s call | Vagabond | rubbed out | the spell | disheartened | forgotten faces |
What is sadness?
What is goodness?
What is badness?
What is happiness?
Are all these things the same?
What is the same as these things?
I know it's not life.
I know it isn't living.
So what is it?
Wednesday 31st May 2017 6:11 am
Also by Ben Chronister:crying | what is trust | my first draft of my new book | sadness in the morning | quick shoutout | poem on my family | more poetry |
Little open mouths,
worn out tongues, dirty talkers,
they’ve been talking about you
when you’re not around,
how you’ve been
going this way and that,
scuffing them on street corners,
shuffling through the
warm streets at night
listening to voices from open windows.
Look how worn they’ve become
these imprints of your time on earth
tired as old leather
Wednesday 31st May 2017 12:34 am
Also by Tom Harding:Late Summer | Best Endeavours | The Secret | Night Feed |
You are the silence between breaths, that moment that encompasses every potential
Where I’m not only questioning and I’m not just knowing, I'm filling every space in between.
You are the strings that tie my heart down, keeping it from flying away with every little joy.
Fuck you bring me such joy!
Joyous flights of ecstasy in your hugs.
And when I hear you say you need me as much as ...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 11:19 pm
Also by Dana Lyn:Work Sets You Free | Post Traumatic Echos | (but also when she said no) |
Like sweet dreams and flying machines
in pieces on the ground
Crashing from addiction into hell
their sobriety imprisoned
in a substance free deep well
Six o’clock dispensing time
the quivering junkies form a line
white cone cups held out are filled
with anti-nausea suppressant pills
At ten its tea and one-to-one
no spoons on silver chains
Tuesday 30th May 2017 11:10 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Look what i did | No tribe | And the weeping should waken | No quarter | In the heart of drought | Rootless | Child of no hope | Tweseldown | No note | Do you want to talk about it? | Topographic oceans | Dehumanise to survive | Immortal ideas | Pulp |
Tuesday 30th May 2017 9:14 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:hoping for a much improved sequel | the returning curse | Spirits of Monday | my participation in Mothers longest game of hide and seek | going for it...and then some!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | pre-birth | have a peek at my little 'ol ditties! | eradication of botheration | bleak outlook (inspired by Patricia Wildes recent poem) | the road to capitulation |
While day dreaming on
our favorite beach,
I stopped then
shell that most
and put it to
of somebody home
to greet me.
from this beach
that we used to
for hours upon...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 7:39 pm
Also by david patrick simon:Angel fall / the nowhere poems | Rides / the nowhere poems | a DAY IN L.A. / THE NOWHERE POEMS | Last dance / the nowhere poems | Last conversation / the nowhere poems | Flight / the nowhere poems | Pieces of you / the nowhere poems | Another step | Stories from the road / the nowhere poems | Your alright with me / the nowhere poems |
Tuesday 30th May 2017 7:28 pm
Also by Natfastic:Jungle | Whatever you do... | Shifts | A Learning Love | Byword |
Haul self to ground in a fleeting moment
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
With a web
Tuesday 30th May 2017 5:26 pm
June will be the end of May!
The 9th will be a celebration day.
We'll dance in the streets of the whole U.K.
Let's make June the end of May!
When she came no one expected
she'd hit us with a rock hard Brexit,
so show the lady to the exit.
Let's make June the end of May!
June will be the end of May!
We'll halt the NHS decay
and give the nurses proper pay.
Tuesday 30th May 2017 1:26 pm
Does Mother Nature show the need
To define what makes a flower or weed?
Everything has its natural place
While Man decides to give it space.
The dandelion - or "lion's tooth"
Is one example - and in truth
Would be treasured on a vine
Ensuring its future as a wine!
Does Mother Nature seek to guide a
flea to be free of the web of a spider...
Or help the spider...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 1:12 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:UP FOR THE CUP | BOMBING GOD | WOODLANDS FOR SALE | THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - a song lyric | BANK HOLIDAY BLUES |
Back in the nineties, Lorena and John
were making the news with a ‘right carry-on’!
John’s marriage commitments, he just couldn’t keep.
So she chopped off his ‘chopper’ whilst he was asleep!
Lorena then (finally) came to her senses.
So shocked with her handiwork’s dire consequences!
Her ‘unkindest cut’ must have broken the law,
so she picked up his ‘winkie’ and ran for the door.
Tuesday 30th May 2017 12:13 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:United Airlines Double-Booking Policy! | The Trouble With Nuts! | 'Pet Project'! | The 'Greater Cause'! | 'A Brush with Art!' |
For the sake
Of all smiles that fake
I will forgive
My self to grieve
Everything I meant
Then I will say
For the love that dies
Everything I meant
Is what I really meant
And everything I show
Is everything I want to show
Sometimes a memory
Sometimes a history
Sometimes a melody
That cannot be on rhythm
Everything I realized
Is what you want me t...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 10:48 am
Also by Gelo leysa:How can there be nothing? | Last poem that I will right for you |
Green to Grey
I have before seen flowers spruced such to convey meaning,
And I have before been offered a rose,
Of tantalizing beauty.
But I sit here in a meadow of dandelions,
(The weeds of a flower)
For the world had left them unkept.
I do not see tomorrow through the glass made today,
Instead, I watch the moon shift in the sky,
And I pray....
Tuesday 30th May 2017 7:26 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Withered Leaves | Regret | Dear You (Third) | Dear you (Second) | Dear You (First) |
Lying here comforting my daughter of 9 months beside me, it suddenly occured to me that when she was born I was going to write more, start to share my work, use my time out of work to explore my poetry writing too. You know, all the usual gubbins, before the actual reality of having a newborn who doesn't sleep, has painful reflux and an older, teenage sister or whichever equivalents consume you....
Tuesday 30th May 2017 5:26 am
As I walk through the Valley of Life I look around and think things are alright. With a smile on my face I just keep on Walking, I hear a voice of someone talking.
As I walk through the Valley of sin. I see people's lives thrown in the bin discarded like they didn't exist. Someone's hoping they won't be missed.
As I walk through the Valley of death as I take my final breath I hear a voice f...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 12:17 am
In loving, I set myself up for loss,
In caring, broken by those who don't give a toss,
What is the point in this moment or next?
We all end up broken, more broken, bereft...
From start to finish just feels like a flash,
Earn money, more money, broken for cash,
Tired and more tired waiting for sweet release,
When death's knell calls, signalling my peace
So what is ...
Monday 29th May 2017 11:06 pm
Also by Liam:Liquid Freedom |
There's no escape from the thought of you.
I dreamed of you and there you were.
Another day passes and another time comes
And there you are again.
A random stranger I meet shares your name.
A new word for the day and it's your name.
I can't escape!
It's funny and sad,
It feels like the universe wants it, or a very strong coincidence.
"There are no coincidences!" you sa...
Monday 29th May 2017 10:54 pm
A jealous wind blows through the rooms
of St.Augusta's Nursing Home
Mrs.Grundy come last Monday
wore her come to bedtime eyes
to beckon Mr. Albert Gregory
and work her charms now recollected
her hands to places reconnected.
The word went round from nurse to nurse
whose jobs were often well rehearsed
especially in Mr. Gregory's case
large as he was in the fuselage...
Monday 29th May 2017 8:12 pm
Also by ray pool:O TO BE A POET | MEET THE RUSSIANS | HELL AS PARADISE | REMOVING THE STOPPER | TO THE NORTH! | FORWARD TOGETHER LET US GO | BOVINE POETRY | WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT? | DUST TO DUST | ROMEO AND JULIET IN REAL TIME | TO A CURVE | CHESS VERSUS LIFE | REGRET FOR A LOST PAUSE | DEBUTANTES | EXODUS |
What’s bad for your heart is good for your art, they say
And it may be true that poetry is either about pain or love,
Finding or losing a beloved one
Thoughts and creativity,
As a tool to convert them into words in a poem,
Find me, not when I am at my absolute worst, never then
They find me when I am feeling a bit down, disheartened, sad
The kind of “there are tears in my eyes...
Monday 29th May 2017 6:45 pm
Street lamps meekly glow
in the small hours
as they tumble by damp dominated slummish terraces
and down pungently cat piss reeking alleyways
a lonely beer pleased staggerer
half silently mouthing
wonderous promises to no-one but his inebriated self
goes on his stumbling way
undisturbed by yowling hissing cats
each defending their impoverished terr...
Monday 29th May 2017 5:28 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:for those left to read their dying days menu | Jerusalem? nay Mr Blake! Justuselessscum! | Widow baiting | only the intellectuals need not reach for their Good old days dictionaries | malignant growth of realisation | For the love of greasy girders |
Monday 29th May 2017 5:12 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:The Quantum Paradox | As A Fragrance Ghost With No Name Drifts By |
Lost in the damper of the mess I created not knowing how to find my way out. No hope, no light at the end of the tunnel asking myself why do we need the love of another, why do we need that, to feel the love of another. I don’t know how to live life without feeling like a complete failure after you're told that so much in life you begin to believe the mean stuff that people say.
Monday 29th May 2017 4:02 pm
If things were so spun that I
dressed my lady I'd gaze on an Aztec princess.
A summer's warmth her eyes radiate! Jade and gold
catch the light. Charms and tokens of love
sparkle in earnest. Silks and feathers shimmer;
bring motion to emotion in my view.
For my life as backdrop I am ecstatic.
This is the picture to die for.
Back here in this flat world, England 2017,
Monday 29th May 2017 3:51 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Contrariwise To The Newest Wrinkle | Always Mistaken | Land Of No Return | We All Agree | Pastoral | Love Begins At Fifty | A Consideration |
Characters (All together six)
Ethiopia (Mother) , Blue Nile (son) , Riparian Countries (Two-R1, R2)
International Donors (Two- D1, D2)
A background music about Blue Nile River and a backdrop about Blue Nile fall
(Abaye Negateba Habtun Yafesewal,
Chesalba Nedage Belew MenYansewal /
Day in and day out Abaye (BlueNile)
Pours down its wealth,
It will not be a hyperbole if
I dare call i...
Monday 29th May 2017 3:05 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Self Destruction |
The cafes alive today
The throbbing throng
of hardy rained soaked song
in idle chatter
of weather, all too much
baby’s prams and buggies
mothers aging matriarchs
food frying toasted boiling baking
plates of omelettes toast sausage
egg and chips
steaming tea mocha latte
coke and 7 up
mugs cups and chinking glasses
pensioners sit in silent stare
of mock re...
Monday 29th May 2017 10:20 am
Also by Martin Elder:Bar room blues |
do not worry about me, i am no longer the baby i was
do not be stressed up, your little girl is taking care of herself
though life is not easy, she is trying her best to make ends meet
though the road is not smooth, she is trying to make it through
i have to admit it is hard making my own choices and decisions
with fear that i might have taken the wrong way
i had been fond ...
Monday 29th May 2017 9:58 am
Also by kanini Beatrice:THE POOR THING. | THE PROMISE. | FUTURE DAUGHTER. | REACH FOR THE STARS. | TAKE CARE OF HER | IN THE NAME OF LOVE | YOUNG DREAMS | MUSINGS OF THE HEART | SHE IS MY MUM | YOU | SHE IS JUST A KID. |
I went to recapture a slice of youth
and hear that song about a leaky roof
that made us sweat in the discotheque
up near and bumping leg to leg.
On Sunday evening at The Castle Stage
I came for Wet Dream and got Songs of Praise.
Max Romeo, wherefore art thou?
Is this all that you sing of now?
The name of Jah, the road to Zion -
where is the bed we used to lie on?...
Monday 29th May 2017 8:35 am
Also by ray m:We One | We Loved You, Juliet | Voodoo – A Brief History of Mental Health Treatment | Villa Nil |
Days have gone till I've felt something strange,
would I feel like that again?
Will my life be with the sweetness I haven't known yet?
One can do so much,
one can feel too much.
I admit I ache for something,
One thing is for certain,
I might feel it again.
Might not be the same,
Better of this ache,
better for my soul.
Monday 29th May 2017 2:05 am
No Place For Angels
We thought nothing could stop
Would even go to
War to settle difference of
But, we’re no different
Now than thousands upon
Thousands of blind years,
For we’re still singing war songs
And frightening the babes
So distraught as shells fall
And Martyrs scream battle crie...
Sunday 28th May 2017 10:35 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:None of You Truly Know | Dark Entry |
Shrieking with laughter she free wheeled down the hill
Plaits like twin kite tails streaming behind her
Starlings screech. An owl, late to bed, screams blue murder
Her red cardigan, an emblem, against the unrelenting green
Straight legs held aloft, exquisite pleasure of heels
Digging into thin air. The rush of wind on soft cheeks
Exhilaration of speed, obliterating all thoughts o...
Sunday 28th May 2017 6:13 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:Child |
When you want to hate us
we're gonna show you love
we're gonna show you decency
we are a city united
defiant and inked with bees
we will rise and soar above
we turn hate to honey
with a sting more powerful
than anything you can bring
we're party people, we're kin
we were born to live forever
we hold tight, we stand together
we love one another, we win.
Sunday 28th May 2017 6:12 pm
When I feel so down and low
When I think of losing hope in life,
I look and stare at the photos on my wall
And see my bundle of joy brightens up the day.
The happy eyes and glowing faces,
Just hearing their laughter makes me feel great,
I will then be calm and will hear me say,
This too shall pass and All is going to be well...
All of this I am doing for my bundle of joy's ...
Sunday 28th May 2017 12:14 pm
Dr Johnson's work of art
Inspired some to look up 'fart'
Caused others though to search with ease
Thoughtful terms like 'whiffy breeze'
In those great enlightened days
One could get folk to mend their ways
Now alas, it's plain to see
All too many are stuck, like me
Rambling through a short word stock
Yet still his book thwarts writers block
Sunday 28th May 2017 11:44 am
Also by David Lindsay:A Fair Exchange |
he talks to me as if I know
I just tilt my head
give him the eyes
thinks I'm his best friend
all I want is a long walk
a few wees, a dump
a sniff around lamp posts
bushes and trees
quick catch up on the news
he has to read that paper
he's just bought
or sit watching TV
thinks he's in charge
but you don't see me
picking up after ...
Sunday 28th May 2017 9:38 am
Also by Paul Waring:Bitchin' In The Kitchen Sink Drama | minds under arrest | Begging For Time | That Thing We Call Nostalgia | The Politics of Billy Liar | Only The Lonely Hear Górecki |
Saturday 27th May 2017 10:58 pm
Two of the most popular women at Durham when I was a student there were The Gobbler and Black Dog. I didn’t know their real names – I wasn’t in their company long enough to find out.
But they were good sports and did their best on the back seat of the rugby coach as we returned from away matches to commiserate with the team if we’d lost or celebrate if we’d won. The remedy was the same.
Saturday 27th May 2017 10:39 pm
Also by John Coopey:The 'Ostage Situation | FAREWELL TO THE LANE | CHARITY MARATHON ROW | SIX WOOD WIZARD | THE QUINTESSENCE OF POETRY |
These hunger pangs
Are in salivary glands
Or double vision
Just mental desire
For what is dire
For the body and soul
As it becomes a goal
To eat to be happier
The body gets flappier
As we lose inhibitions
And old traditions
Of meat and two veg
Of brown toast and egg
Now pancakes and syrups
Fizzy drinks and hiccups
Gassy stomachs and minds
As we indulge in al...
Saturday 27th May 2017 8:44 pm
Also by Aishah:Train Tracks | Risk it |
Be sure to catch and savour
The dusk after a long fine day,
When the last glow of twilight
Seems to linger forever.
After the sun has set leaving the dim embers
Of a dying day,
When the magic of twilight
Seems to last forever.
Only a few times a year
From late May to early July,
Does the magic of twilight
Seem to go on forever.
The first bats swoo...
Saturday 27th May 2017 8:24 pm
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