Poetry Blogs (Jun 2017)
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This concert I wanna tell you about
pivotal, '92 it was
grunge out of Seattle
you would have been there
I kid you not
if you'd knew about it
I was totalled then, a storm building
wipe - out brainwise.
Can't even remember where it was
this concert I wanna tell you about.
but it happened, know what i'm saying
fuck me it was up there
with Hendricks and th...
Friday 30th June 2017 10:45 pm
Also by ray pool:REACH FOR THE SKY | YOU SAY | AIMS | AUNT NORA | 70th BIRTHDAY BALLOON | WE'RE GOING DOWN TO THE COTSWOLDS | THE WAYFARER | MOTHER'S RUIN | BIRDMAN | SILVERSIDES v CHARRINGTON | ENGAGEMENT | DOWN MEMORY LANE | LAID TO REST |
I am aware that many of my WOL chums see me as a little hard-hearted. Perhaps an incident that happened the other day will mollify this somewhat.
It was in Brighton and it was stonking hot. Our Gert and me decided to get an ice cream. But on the prom these could cost you £2.50 or more! So we found a Sainsbury's where we got a pack of three Soleros for £1.50. Result.
We were eating them when ...
Friday 30th June 2017 10:39 pm
Also by John Coopey:HOMEWORK | OL' MAN RIVER | LADY IN RED | PEPE THE SHEEP SHAGGER | WINNERS AND LOSERS | POETRY GARDEN |
She saunters about,
Her nose raised in superiority.
Peacock, proud and arrogant,
lethal with spite,
Spitting her viscous venom,
Wounds cut deep,
Lashed by her tongue,
Her actions grind others down.
Whip to spur them on,
Beaten brows cry out.
Her senseless cunning,
Friday 30th June 2017 7:32 pm
Also by Louise Hogg:One man and his dog. | The Path | What can you see? | Medication that's what I need | My Old Dog | Baby | Knock knock... | For a Friend | Sunny Days |
the everything drug
I crave for
the only opiate I need
into the heart of my soul
Friday 30th June 2017 6:46 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:flourish you seeds of hope and truth! | rare vistor (for Wendy) | for Lozza of the Taylors | my first telepathic email | come reincarnation (for my good friend Raj) | earth out of control to Major God | out with the darkness | adrift | contented bore | struggling to cope with Mr.Biglove | design for a Kimono | voyage to everlasting light | demon killing instruction's | ultimate dissimilarity | and only | pondering the solar term | increasing the need of newborn lessons | Home>>inbox.......cowards chaos and patriotic comradeship | PRO'S AND CON'S | Cherry Blossom Lane | in the cross-hairs of her own morbid gun |
At the corner of your mouth there is lightning
I am burning my fingers
Trying to remove the skin of a roasted red pepper
But someone, somewhere is dying
This songs climax is the lead singer screaming
But rather than the music dying down
It is getting louder and louder
So he must mean that the silence is fading
To successfully remove the skin of a red pe...
Friday 30th June 2017 6:39 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:ceremony | sick fire | nobody shall sleep |
Entering to new room for this twelfth daring scene
Hearing people moaning, seeing women bobbing
As we head to a seat with a wicked throbbing
Looking at your stunned face to the action obscene
Take in the thrusting view and observe the fun parts
As my hand holds your hand and I kiss your red cheek
And we murmur to acts in front or our live peek
Not able to find words in these new twisted c...
Friday 30th June 2017 3:46 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Eleventh Dare | Tenth Dare | Ninth Dare | Eighth Dare | Seventh Dare | Sixth Dare | Fifth Dare | Fourth Dare | Third Dare | Second Dare | First Dare | Canada 150 (1) | Blue eyes, brown eyes | Freedom at WOL | Last Lecture | Sex drive | Cougar | Let loose | Retirement - Sunday | Retirement - Saturday | Retirement - Friday | Retirement - Thursday | Retirement - Wednesday | Retirement - Tuesday | Retirement - Monday | For the loving moment | Right moves | The bachelor song | Genocide |
The language of the heart is the hardest to learn
Fluency is disrupted by the mind's heavy tongue
analytic and avoidant
words catch in our throats and settle back into bellies
full of things we would not share
the pain is great like an elephant
stepping on my sternum
I start to release a phrase
only to find no air in my lungs-
my hands clasped unconsciously over my ...
Friday 30th June 2017 1:56 pm
After sleepless dusk
An open eye survivor
Struggles to wake up.
She sweeps the air,
Fingertips stretched or
As far as her muscles
Let her catch the
Wondering wool sheep.
Tension fills her peak
Until the release, then
She slumps and grumbles
Into her abused chair;
Melting once again
Into today's tedious affair.
Friday 30th June 2017 12:59 pm
Also by Michaela Sheldon:Ride the Bean | Foggy Day | I wrote this in tears | Sweet Extraction | See These Flowers | Violent Verdict | Tender Mild | Pathetically Drawn | Pitter Pat Cat | Blue Silk | My Single Mother | My Bladder | When Am I Full? | When is It Full? | His Before Mine | Suckle Numple | Sour Fingers | Time is Flying | Red Stain | Twin of Hypnos | Collarbones | Mum Was Right | Beauty x3 | I Really Shouldn't Eat in the Sand. | I, The Loon | My Detonating Device | The Pekoe |
Hi! This is me Mukund Iyer. It has been a long time putting up with a nice blog post. So here I am, giving you a piece of advice of how love is not real in my view.
"Love is not constant. It is a variable in the equation of intersection between individual life and society."
The above line says it all. Love is not real. Now, Shakespeare, one of the most notorious person with a way around E...
Friday 30th June 2017 9:42 am
Also by Mukund Iyer:Feminism: A talk about it | Ballad of a Procrastinator | Thrifty |
Looking up and through
the irregular angles
of your snow dressed skeletal form.
Although winterly stripped to the bone
I see you far more suitably adorned
with the ever fruitful
constellation of stars
Friday 30th June 2017 9:26 am
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:neccessary interaction | not exactly Psalm 23 | re the enforced evictions-+ | Paranoia | Corner Stone | accruing achievements | My fathers way of toughing it out | warmly laughing while f*****g freezing! | Dregs | Afterglow | oration for those at the arse end of life | Angst addict | mucky merry-go-round |
Look what arrived in Perth, Western Australia, today!
I look forward to a cup of coffee and some peace and quiet to concentrate and enjoy 'After Hours', by David Cooke.
Thanks to the publisher, Bob Carling and (of course) David.
Friday 30th June 2017 6:11 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Red Lipstick | My Life as a Sari | PRIORITY SEATING No. 2 | Foetal naked at fifty | Keep |
Today as my Granddaughter plays..
I fall into the simple haze
Childhood memories of long lost Daze
Feelings I had forgotton as I grew into age
How I sometimes miss that childhood haze.
Billowing curtains and breezes gone by,
I feel the beauty of my own childhood, minds' eye
Childhood haze, really never goes bye.
Thursday 29th June 2017 11:46 pm
The bass guitar is not loud enough
He explained solemnly
Unless it rattles your cufflinks
In the back row
It's not concerned with melody
Just there to add some body.
That was a long time ago
In our long hair days
The next time we met
His locks had disappeared
Mine were slowly thinning
I reminded him of his saying.
Thursday 29th June 2017 4:37 pm
It suddenly struck me
It's the end of June, I thought.
That means. Oh shit that means
her anniversary is here again.
I felt a sense of guilt because
the date of her passing had slipped my mind
I guess I've just been busy
visiting friends and family
and moving to a new area.
Oh and I've not been particularly well.
Nothing to worry about Mum
I just keep having these seizures
I never had ...
Thursday 29th June 2017 3:06 pm
Acute humans, lonely in angles.
Attempting life, death in bedsits adept
while the children they might have had
move by, skipping dead futures in the sunlight.
Cries like mice unborn, alive as ibis dead,
the yet to be, the much too soon. The swears
on their behalf. So many meanings please just
let them die a life, form a death so lovely
that souls gather like apes upon a pond
Thursday 29th June 2017 11:17 am
Also by Kealan Coady:Owl By Lamplight | Remember The Butterfly |
They think that we are not worthy . The chosen few . With the gift of the gab and the wealth to get through . They make their own laws . Thinking all should abide . But where are the laws of this Land . And how do we stand . We remember Laws were made when we were young . And now it's very unfair . We don't get a say when we know things are wrong . Why are we not listened to . Why are we abused ....
Thursday 29th June 2017 6:44 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Our Mums Past And Present | No Words Needed | Make Do And Mend | Shameful | Beautiful | No Holes In My Socks | People | Don't You Belive It | Racism | Don't | No Words | What A Lovely Song | Song Bird | Who Is Driving Our Taxis | My Chidren | If Only | Talk To Some One | What Next | The Remoaners |
Will the pain go away?
Will I ever stop thinking about him by the day?
Call it what you may,
but it must have been real.
Though, the next day
he did say
no love did he feel.
My lips are sealed.
Mocking the existence of those kisses.
Now all my prayers and wishes are for him.
If we are never to be again,
then what must I do?
Thursday 29th June 2017 4:26 am
Must touch once, twice, thrice!
Otherwise I must pay the price!
Penetrating thoughts that won’t go away,
Compulsions that haunt me day by day,
Anxiety comes, anxiety goes,
Got guilt, depression and so much obsession.
Please leave me!
Thursday 29th June 2017 1:54 am
Also by Toby W:Grandad's Armchair | Driftwood |
I see you
in the desert
along the footsteps
to the threshold
of your own home..
to spare you
the kiss of pity
upon your cheek
I would send before you
great trembling and thunder
to awaken all that sleep
within your house
while you still walk
the earth athirst...
Thursday 29th June 2017 1:06 am
Also by elPintor:watchdog | the parachutist (deployed) |
As a Country we have been conned.
Just like magic, a wave of the wand.
Behind magic mirrors, a cheap trick.
Out of nowhere, through smoke thick.
Out of thin air, suddenly there to see.
Teresa May has found a 'money tree'
Great timing for the DUP it was found.
On its branches over a billion pound.
This money tree must reach the sky.
A money tree means 10 votes to buy.
Nothing left on the ...
Thursday 29th June 2017 12:38 am
Also by Mike Bartram:Snared Rats | The Butterfly | 'Mates Rate' | The River Styx | Sleeping Dogs | My Life Beneath The Sea | Left Behind |
Allow that the least atom may be separated from all else:
this was my position.
Darkness, or rather nothingness
in every direction,
and every second identical.
As my fears that I must be asleep, drugged, dead or worse
shrank like stars of the morning
I knew their fate to be like mine
and emptiness, darkness or nothingness
was not really so bad!
It was now I saw as if with eyes
Wednesday 28th June 2017 10:56 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Exordium | Towering Factory Gates | For Me Gardening Mam | Bedtime Of Doom | Foundlings |
Give them the occasion...give them the day
And you will find they came
To play in everything they say
The easy game of blame.
Wednesday 28th June 2017 9:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE VIEW FROM HERE | EXCUSE ME | A TALE OF TWO CITIES | PERFORMANCE | THE POETRY JUDGE | LAND OF HOPE AND JACKANORY | HATE IS NEVER LATE |
Spring was formed in the evening by the residual dew of storms,
When I gandered out the window in the morning,
Looking for you wearing your dress,
With the dreams of a family, I had once had,
I found nothing
In my mind.
Where are you?
I wonder towards old times written in tablets to the tune of women and children,
And I ask,
Where are you about to go and see,...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 7:32 pm
Also by Alita Moore:Believe in the Rain | Helpless | Converged Atop a Lonely Island | Swaying of a Bird | Red Velvet Sand | Ashes of a Phoenix | The Consistency of Water | Love Yourself | Create the World |
I find that I must live in a world
Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,
And between many a dawn and its dusk,
The only reality lies in love.
To be in love in that first dawn
And in the dusk, was to feel the sun
Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,
Reality lay only in the other.
And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing
but dawns and dusk and ...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 4:13 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Meaning | Druid Lane | Monument |
Lost when you
Become an adult
What you could tell
Your younger self
You can't even spell
Leaving their marks
Without a pause
It's colder inside
Than it is out
You're left with
And drowned meanings
Still haunted by what
Wednesday 28th June 2017 3:35 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Roleplay | The corporate poet | Beautiful | Laughter | Reverse Cinderella | The calm was the last thing to fall | Drugs | Daily Horrors | Runningintoyou | In Public | free market |
Every heart wants somethings thats harder to get
Like looking for that rainbow in the desert
Or the dry spot in the rain forest
But no some people are hunters
They prey on your weak emotions while you pray for acceptance
You could stand up for them while they stain your name when your down
That same stain will be seen around town
Looking for love no im just a corner hoe for ...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 11:05 am
A small piece I wrote while sitting by the river today, I actually hand wrote about 5 of these and left them at all the surrounding buildings haha !
The river dances, An iridescent reflect the sun shines as it mirrors and presents
A cinematic silhouette
Birds glide, dive into the depths, lizards leapt down the oyster coated steps.
Dip there feet and feast on what the fishermen left, Rotten...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 9:17 am
Also by Jakob Robinson:Give me peace. |
first dawn of his new loneliness arises.
The weight of her absence is being born
in the everything she once was
and in the everywhere they had been together.
He is being exiled
to where his unwanted companion
is waiting with dark,vicious gifts
gifts he is forced to accept.
So long is the road to recouperation
so long will it be for blessings of ...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 11:29 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:betterment | lost babie's | tonight again the tumult | sorrow must never forget | relocation's,revision's,revival's. | without warning | from behind smashed windows | In a downloaded dream |
(quite often nowadays)
that I'm slowly running out of words to describe how you left me
like a blackhole, in both good ways and bad
it sucks in all that was good and rips those memories from me
but takes away all that I hated
I have so much I want to say
and so much I hold back on
to admit what I wish I could
I wonder how you...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 10:28 pm
Watch out for the fire
It burns your skin
Watch out for the ice
It freezes your soul
What would you prefer
Ice or fire
Freezing to death or
Turning into ashes
They both frighten me
But fire frightens me the most
My biggest fear is that my house will lit on fire
And that I will burn with it
But when I'm dead
I do want to be cremated
That sounds weird
Tuesday 27th June 2017 3:47 pm
Running through the playground with a red ball
Kicking up dust of a joy he once knew
A right footed volley is greeted by the roar
Of helicopters circling above the street.
As the few play Jenga with the lives of many,
Walls and dreams crumble around his bare feet.
A kaleidoscope of gas, blood and orange
Ambulance seats tumble before his eyes.
Simply a child. Lullabied to sleep by mother’s ...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 2:23 pm
Also by Eva Elizabeth:Cardboard Boxes | Just a Nurse | The Last Night with Grandad. |
Life is not fair
Or is it?
It can drain you bare
Or make your face lit
It’s the master of us all
Its gives and it can take
You can feel like the king of the ball
Some days its bread other days cake
In it’s eyes
People are all the same
The bond that ties
Those who goes and those who came
For everyone in life there is a beginning
Tuesday 27th June 2017 11:44 am
Also by Neill Barnard:Light breaking through |
More frequently now, come moments
When life wears thin
And through the threadbare tissue
That we call family, community, society
That we call culture, values, mores
I see the loneliness of the living
And, more surely, the loneliness of the dead
Beyond the manufacture and the fabrication
Lies the truth, which some have named beautiful
And some have named despair
Tuesday 27th June 2017 10:57 am
Theresa told us, that there simply was no magic money tree
Until she conjured up a billion to buy the D.U.P.
For every vote - one hundred million? Sounds like bribery to me.
How it affects our strong and stable union - We'll have to wait to see.
Lizzie Regina - finds her coffers swelled by nearly another ten percent
While her high rise dwelling subjects get just an air bed for ...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 9:30 am
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:Stay Put | Our City Of Many Bridges |
A top the ridge I sit
The meadow below I live
The sun setting in the west shines new perspective on the eastern mountain tops
The color of gold
a sight with all the riches can't be sold
The Columbia River or Lake Roosevelt from the damn that changed our old ways to new so that we stay in power, snakes down the vally of old
I sit here to contemplate my anger
but the b...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 6:27 am
Also by New Shoes:Blood Transfusion | Just A Thought | New Shoes, by the artist formally known as Old Shoes |
My insides so dark
You can't see the soul
The light cock back
Darkness takes control
Oh, please don't mind me
I'm just spilling my guts
One line at a time
With no rhythm at all
Questions always pondering
Answers never solving
Promises never fulfilling
A vicious cycle
Closing my eyes to see a spot of hope
To light up my twilight soul
Tuesday 27th June 2017 2:43 am
Also by Keith Williams:Tunnel | Better Than Me | Piece | Skin | Slipping Away | Afraid of Society | Hopeful | "For Ashley" :) | For Ali :) | That Feeling | The Girl with the Ruby Shoes | Storm | Body Language | New Friends Are Golden | Loose Ends | Graduation | For Brianna | Queen Of The Sea | Lights | Dreaming of Me and You | Neon | Memories | For Meghan ? | Happiness | Book | Running Away |
(fun fact: im writing this while we're on hangouts but you're talking to your grandma)
you are the reason for my sanity.
you are my everything.
my best friend, my brother, my will to live, my source of happiness.
the more i open up to you
about the inerworkings of my brain
i gain confidence.
the more i share with you
about my darkest thoughts,
i feel less lonley
Monday 26th June 2017 11:58 pm
Also by m.k.:sleep deprived teen angst. (aka, sad jumbled b/s i wrote after staying up all night) | bridges. | old habits. new habits. you won't be proud. |
Upon being handed
the gun I
choose to recline on wet, springy turf
and then lay down on the
wrinkled blue tarpaulin,
to pepper the air,
blurting out the why and the where
and clasping my sweat
at 26 metres.
The older corners are the best
the low-hanging branches,
the leafy hollows, amalgamated bark, bush
and clumps of stone,
Monday 26th June 2017 11:31 pm
Also by David Blake:The Roast |
“Freedom: A Search for Meaning”
The Poetry Café On Stage
27th September 2017 evening
The Under Ground Theatre, Eastbourne
Local poets & poetry performers are invited to submit poems for performance on the theme of “freedom“.
Individual poets may perform for up to 10 min or as a duo/group for 15 min. The programme format (3 x 30 min sections with 2 x 20 min breaks) will be finalised base...
Monday 26th June 2017 10:29 pm
Mrs May she had the lead
E I E I O
but wanted BIG majority
E I E I O
With a snap vote here and a shite campaign
Strong and stable falling by the wayside
Mrs May she had the lead
E I E I O
The lead was cut considerably
E I E I O
By turning weak and wobbly
E I E I O
With a no-show here and a u-turn there
Deficient in charisma with a hawk-eyed glare...
Monday 26th June 2017 3:44 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:Bang Bang (for Karen) |
Lost & Found (And Other Myths)
She couldn’t bloody find it
To fund the NHS
She swore that it was mythical
When the schools were in a mess
She claimed it was a commie myth
And we would all be broke
If we continued looking for it
And believed that beardy bloke.
She laughed at those economists
Who said we should fund community
If the country just believ...
Monday 26th June 2017 3:01 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Dark Tower |
Sidekick since i got my senses,
everytime you dissolve my defences,
always succor me when i need,
you are cognate to good time seed.
Most of the time we raise hell,
without you no day is spent well,
sometimes without reason i yell,
de facto you are my bombshell.
We always remain cheek by jowl,
but why do you often howl?
You are truly man of your word,
Monday 26th June 2017 1:00 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:BURNING CANDLES BOTH ENDS | NEXORABLE ME |
Misshaped pieces, fitting together ever so nicely.
Perfecting the picture it is to portray.
Each piece designed to fit together,
To make a beautiful scene.
What happens when one piece doesn’t fit?
What is to become of that picture?
When a piece is missing?
It lies unfinished, untouched, forgotten over time?
Do you ever stop to think of that unfinished puzzle?
Do you ever take the time to ...
Monday 26th June 2017 6:54 am
Also by Kitty:When the World Sleeps | A Lifetime In A Fortnight |
What I say and how I say it
I hate when people take is the wrong way
I may be a bit dim at times
But please don’t take it wrong when I say these lines
I’m simply a one woman man
I always try the best I can
To please her and make her happy
Yes that’s right in just a bit sappy
I really don’t want to let go
So ill end with this I truly love her so
Monday 26th June 2017 12:38 am
Also by phillip noone:limescale and bacteria | you,yours and I | meal for one |
Snails have a hard shell
But it’s easily broken
On a thoughtless walk
Sunday 25th June 2017 11:48 pm
I never had a Kagoole
I thought them
not very cool.
But now I'm no fool
cos I got one in the hall.
a hood an' all.
Sunday 25th June 2017 11:35 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:To Pray |
(( IN EYE OF BEHOLDER ))
I see you clearly,
in my muddled mind;
goddess of beauty,
that I hope to find
bathing by the beach
far apart are we,
but not out of reach.
I hear your heartbeat
As clear as the waves,
Like angels retreat
Passing over graves
Beauty from you grows
In my heart and soul;
It blooms like a rose
Then swallows me whole
Sunday 25th June 2017 10:18 pm
Also by Phillip Kelly:YASMIN MCCLURG | HERMOSA FLOR ( BEAUTIFUL FLOWER) |
He was hurting me
but it’s all Texas
Shoot the radio:
the Police radio, Louise.
You have a talent
for this kind of thing
I believe I do.
Sunday 25th June 2017 9:32 am
Honey sweet honey,
I see you in my dreams, dear sweet honey.
Good to see you're still jolly,
I can hear you at night my dear dolly...
You still got that melody kicking in dearie,
I can still feel it through you darling.
Got those big brown eyes dashing...
honey sweet honey,
Would you be mine tonight sweet pie?
Do not worry about anything for some time,
I got you covered in my soul tonigh...
Sunday 25th June 2017 6:24 am
Also by G.N.D.:We've met before | Nights are cold | Somewhere between places | A garden inside of me | An archer of the woods |
A special time with my mother
A time to have an adventure to fantastical places
Meet friends in wonderful places
An imagination roller coaster ride each night
A special time with my daughter
A time to give back and revisit childhood memories
Reconnect with old friends
Take another ride on a great reading roller coaster
Reading can take us to Sendak's monstrous isl...
Sunday 25th June 2017 3:21 am