Poetry Blogs (Jul 2017)
Restless Inner Solitude
Alone amongst others
lost in a crowd
alienated without choice
friendless with no voice
killing time alone
a desire to speak
an inability to do so
cocooned in a crowd
self imposed exile
detached from humanity
seeing but not speaking
Monday 31st July 2017 10:56 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Despondent | To Hoard | Uncertainty | Free Thinkers | Winds of Freedom |
From West Dean onwards the great spire is seen,
the gentle rise and fall of Goodwoods track
through tree-lined saddle is glimpsed between,
where the chalky Trundle Lane breaks the sky.
Meadow larks sing to solitary walkers
who escaping the broil beneath, lean backward
to rest their muddled minds
on lush green English pillowed grass.
From below the distant...
Monday 31st July 2017 8:59 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Cultural transactions | Love'll | Crushed heads on a highway | Post love | Two paths diverged | Author unknown | Winston Churchill's principles of Marksmanship | Mentioned in dispatches | How to train a dog | To be human or not to be, is that in question? | Crimes against mysanity (notes to an alter ego) | Something wonderful | Advantage-Disadvantaged | Pyjama girl distraction | Blind truth |
No blowhole fountain
No rolling hump
followed by a black
hang-glider sized fin
for the moment
Nothing is rising
to corrugate the still waters.
like a sparkler spluttering into life
a sudden crackling voice on the radio breaks the monotonous silence.
There is a gruff reply from our maritime guide as he takes down
nautical directions a...
Monday 31st July 2017 7:22 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:if and when drugs are legalised | local trespassers will be ignorantly prosecuted | bonfire of the insanities | deaths volunteers | riddance | poor payback for a soul soldier | members of the Great War casualty club |
tastes and scents
me as your
me one after
put to rest.
back to belly...
Monday 31st July 2017 6:36 pm
Also by david patrick simon:Cats and mice / the nowhere poems | Last chances / the nowhere poems | running from this moment / the nowhere poems | Poem with no ending / the nowhere poems | The canopy of you / the nowhere poems | In the universe | Odd thoughts out / the nowhere poems | A lover's psalm / the nowhere poems | First moment tonight of you / the watermelon poems | Looking for faith / the nowhere poems | Old / the nowhere poems | Tonight / the nowhere poems | The crying of white / the nowhere poems | The missing moment / the nowhere poems | You the ring master poems | Nowhere with you / the nowhere poems | This promise / the nowhere oems | The treasure thought / the fox diaries |
[Here's a poem I originally blogged in 2014 with a link to the audio I produced for it on Soundcloud - it is a collection of 8 haikus]
Blind, wide open, eyes.
Dripping poppy petal tears.
Crimson rivers flow.
Fields transformed to mud.
Deep cut trenches scar the earth.
Wounds that will not heal....
Monday 31st July 2017 5:52 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Next Years Model |
You work so hard
to woo me
Once I surrender
you become less tender
Your fingers forget
Contacting me encumbers
It's a dance that needs
to come to an end
So I can begin
my new life
No longer a wife
I need a new man
To hold my hand
and lay next to me in my bed
Bodies warm with slumber
Both of us under
Each others spell
Monday 31st July 2017 4:09 pm
Also by lynn hahn:WALK ON | DATING | JUMP IN | DEEP SHADES OF YOU |
The forgetfulness that comes from
Speed-floating towards nothing near
The quaint line of yellow to blue;
Rippling with the current that flops
My lop side boat; tops and turvey.
Swallowed by the sea of blue/green,
My scraggly strands tightly knitting
Themselves in knots of two and three,
The sun crawling slow on pink flesh,
And salty crisp; coating...
Monday 31st July 2017 3:11 pm
Also by Michaela Sheldon:Green Biscuits | Blank Feeling | Thunder's Compass | Raw Meat | Fresh Bread at the Beach | Later, I Promise | Blossom, My Garden | Mind Murmur | Mellow Glow | Study Abroad | The Continuous Nothing | Frozen Time | Redundant Delight | Penumbra in the Deep Night | In Risk of Offense | Burnt Bread: A Reminder | Thick Roots | Breathe Me In |
My hands are patterned by ambitions,
these lines on my skin are wishes,
palms marked like the sky after a shooting star
and shining when they interlace with your fingers,
your skin's wrinkles and crinkles.
The crevices of our skin do not match or meet
the way coloured paths on a map synchronise and intercross,
We are separate pieces of meat
Monday 31st July 2017 2:40 pm
Who are you pointing at; with your twisted finger
and your meely mouth
And what gives you the right to rule our roost
When we are the youth of tomorrow and you the death of yesterday
Go with your hate and go with your crooked smile
For you will walk the stone strewn miles
Whilst we will stagger but rise - eventually
Safe are stars; but we are here
Monday 31st July 2017 2:27 pm
A simple sorry makes a strong person cry
I hope this is enough to forgive me
Wherever you are
Whatever you do
I hope my sorry can catch you
And bring you back
With your love still mine and true
Monday 31st July 2017 1:29 pm
Also by MGS:The Cycle of Love | The Cycle of Love | No Title | OUT of | Hoping |
I've shed my skin a million times
Sloughing off the dead cells
Standing in a snowstorm of
Flake and dust
But every new skin appears the same
Same old conditioned behaviours
Where is my new beginning?
Where is the skin that wears
It's heart on the outside?
Monday 31st July 2017 11:35 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:Navel gazing |
Love is such a funny thing.
But if can also give you the greatest fulfillment ever
until 6 am
But it can also be the thing that lets you sleep at night
But it can also help you grow as a person.
And now im laying
But all I can think about is
Monday 31st July 2017 10:46 am
of most everyday thingymabobs and doodahs
my knowledge is reasonably secure.
I can relax a little
and concentrate on the new up and coming
surround lithe young solutions
surgical tools for the wounds of queuing disreparations
begging for life saving stitches.
But I must get my new houses in order
priorities need reshuffling
Monday 31st July 2017 9:54 am
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:wintering irredeemabilities | one of those dark days | a discussion below | what is that peripheral something? | revamped | followers of the flautist | skiffle | waterdrops | switch flicking | AA | Rising on a Summers day | Vic&Dave alikes | not according to the rules |
Tall Tree Tanka
too many enjoy trying
to fell tall trees
when they should be hugged.
We need to learn to look up.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2014
Monday 31st July 2017 3:48 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Lotto Life | Bullshitting? |
He's the sinner's Savior, He's God's Son
His goodness is limitless, His life is matchless
He's incomprehensible, He's indescribable
The grave couldn't hold Him, but he can hold you.
Monday 31st July 2017 3:47 am
Also by Shirley Smothers:Parody of Achy Breaky Heart | The Price of Freedom (much longer version) | Anxiety, My Companion (a daily struggle) |
Silent stood time,
when you came to mind.
Pure delight it sought,
in each and every thought.
Talks of ours will be cherished,
for I will never let it go perished.
Admiring our words with such amaze,
laughing about our selves like craze.
Cheered each other all the while,
till we got back our forgotten smile.
Became friends unnoticed by all,
cocooned our hearts with a pious love shawl.
Monday 31st July 2017 12:59 am
Also by Ameya.:Unmoving | Noshes greed | Desolated desert rose | Saporem vitae | Waltzing towards my grave | Pretense | Why would it matter | Costume |
Sunday 30th July 2017 10:39 pm
Also by ray pool:WHOOPS APOCALIPS | THE APPOINTMENT | WHEN SANTA COMES TO STAY | VARIETY ARTISTS | WHEN LONELINESS CALLS | SANCTUARY | YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH EYES | THE NINE ELMS CAT | WATCH TV | IT'S FUN TO BE FROM THE NORTH | TROUBLE IN METROLAND | ON THE BRIDGE | SHORT POEM | SLOW DEATH ON A SLIDING SCALE | SEX ON A SHOESTRING |
in order to keep face paint glamoured hordes
of seat edged excitedly screaming kids entertained
it has been financially neccessary
to sometimes by skin of theatrical teeth
take on lamb from mutton
shabbily costumed and pathetically disguised
faded but still full of themselves no marque celebrities
who think they can revive their dead ratings and flagging bank accounts.
Sunday 30th July 2017 8:32 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:his own foot shooting | for a good times and bad times friend | a spook peddler comes to call | love birds | a poem about the beginnings of a poem | best kind of demonstration | cuckoo'ing concoctions | alfresco alternatives to superficial infirmatives | a boosting of sagging self esteem (for Loz T. and Cynth B.T.) | dismantlers | my terrible torsos last tango | a foreboding left behind | for the isolated | recalling rebelliousness | oral torture |
Sunday 30th July 2017 6:39 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Gone (Amended) | Haiku: Illusion | Smell the Coffee | Festival (Amended) | Haiku: Flooding | Festival | Haiku: Ishikari | 30 Seconds | Sarah's Song (Revised & Extended) | Incarcerated |
Sunday 30th July 2017 4:59 pm
There are those who will -.
Because they must -
Call it love
When meeting lust.
Sunday 30th July 2017 4:54 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:LIFE'S LOSERS | SOLITARY | Doctor WHO?! | MUCKING ABOUT | THE VIEW FROM HERE (2) | FRIENDS AND ALLIES | ONE FROM THE HEART | SOMEBODY'S GRIEF |
Got boxes and boxes of dust
I'd like to throw them out
Turn them into cement
Build something permanent
Pillows full of feathers
Don't stick them in your mouth
Rearranging the past
So it can make sense
I can live with it
Rearranging the past
'Til there's nothing left
No one wants my stuff
I just get over it
Sunday 30th July 2017 3:48 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Have you met my needs? | Script Confusion | Civilization takes two | To Joy | Plans “A”, “B”, & “Z” | Kindness of Strangers | the feeling of feeling | Petals of Yes | Maricopeia | drugugly | Airports | Wear Red | Comfortable | A fine finish | Quixotic Dancers | Doing the aftermath |
The tug of depression
It was always there
It's my greates lesson
That life wasn't mean to be fair
It's the shackles on my legs
The clouds over my head
It's the dead of the night
Never far from sight
It's the weight holding me down
Turning the smile into a frown
It's the whiskey I didn't need
Making me think I'm free
It's my monotone life
Making me scared of the highs
It's the prison ...
Sunday 30th July 2017 2:30 pm
Also by Regan Roberts:Drinking Life Away | Frustration and Boredom | The Gentrification Scheme 2017 |
Black Boy Jerome
walking stop, walking stop, closed park nest
insecticide guttered blood lumps
realtor biting torchlight, thicker dollar pile rate rat room
squat sleeping, leaning broom, dirt bridge
ate pigeon error Wednesday
Ma note sticks about Black Boy’s bridge’s lynching arcs
shining knotted ironwork, rogue’s gum
waning bridge appeal, twists, turns, joints, worn rust
move on Winter
Sunday 30th July 2017 11:31 am
Also by Paul Welsh:Smell Filthy |
Waiting for love is discouraging.
A tedious and tiresome act.
I give in to temporary fixes
and take my own promises back.
I give each toad a chance
and before goodbye, a kiss.
The little girl I've always been
looks back in hopes of a prince.
Though, all have not come rugged
and many have had style.
I've given out sweet gestures
and Mona Lisa smiles.
All the wh...
Sunday 30th July 2017 4:32 am
Also by Lyrical Lexa:Scorpio |
I can never go back to his heart
until every single second of its damaging effect on mine
has bled from my memory.
I am near bereft of the desire
to look anymore at his version of love
through the only torn rag curtained bleak window
he has to offer.
Having to endure another beginning of the old
another carrying of my sorrowful luggage
to the waiting train to ...
Saturday 29th July 2017 8:57 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:uplifted | far edge of summer | eye language | sullied | clearly unclear | with love and thanks | after summing up | dream messenger | calendrical menu |
Get out of mouth now.
This is not yours.
You keep prodding at my gums, don't you get it?
I don't floss.
I can see you past the surgical mask, behind the goggles that you keep foggy with a steam of egotistical pomposity.
You're framed by a white room, white clothes, white breaths, because everything inside of that is dirty.
A living cavi...
Saturday 29th July 2017 12:20 pm
Also by Connor Lannes:Ringling Brothers | Daisy Chains |
Time for forgetfulness
He had been to my house often, like to come here and stay for a few days,
because of nature where he could walk along overgrown tracks and see
how life used to be lived before; now he could not find the house, called me
told me the name of the café where he had stopped.
After a meal, he went for a walk but didn`t return, and it was getting dark,
Saturday 29th July 2017 9:08 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :Hemingway | domestic landscape | the pope and statues | the people prevails | three senryu new | old soldiers | on being phobic or something | blood oranges | the oddity of the truth | just a day | War, the real thing | the pope and statues | winding road | the bird of hatred | Baltimore | Mare Nostrum | the aspiration | time | a reflection | dysfunctional family |
night is a stranger that
shouts the door down
and revisits me on an
evening news rerun and
black ticker tape flash
stuck on infinite loop--
a crisis of light that
peels back to reveal
only a dark tower sky...
looking into its sundial
shadow I am reminded
quickly of the time and
that mine will always be
considered a land apart.
Saturday 29th July 2017 12:29 am
Also by elPintor:paths home | gulf | slip | invictus | ripple (limits of human perception) |
Friday 28th July 2017 4:56 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:AN ALTRUISTIC ANIMA | KNOCK DOWN DRAG OUT | TOP NOTCH WHISTLE STOP | HOT WATER | ON PINS AND NEEDLES | WHO AM I? |
a land wraithed in smoke and the stink of death
man's determination dulled by desperation and
the hollow, guilty hope that the creeping fate might end
at a neighbour's door.
You cannot farm in the present
At least not in Wales.
The hills were silent memorials to herds brought low,
Uncropped: a tragedy of gr...
Friday 28th July 2017 3:00 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:The Consultant (Revelation, first draft) | Revelation |
Note to self by Lyrical Inebriality
Emotion. What is it but a mere feeling that we can control?
Or is it a corroborated sentiment thats embedded in your soul?
To me its a parasite, eager to corrupt the mind,
Keeping you away from what your heart yearns to find.
In order to move forward you must accept your past...
Its ok to make mistakes, its ok that it didnt last..
Friday 28th July 2017 2:23 pm
Also by lyricalinebriality:TELL ALL |
last night i dreamt that you served me
and my children, in a restaurant in the city.
that as you placed our steaming food on the table
you smiled a sweet malaise and caught my eye
for just an instant, but there were oceans in
that quick glance, the churning of a
thousand regrets. how you longed for
the children that sat beside me, for
stretched skin, teary eyes and tempers....
Friday 28th July 2017 1:54 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:the guns, they rain on everyone |
I was walking pushing my soul into the floor when i seen a floor something ive seen many times before
It was gorgeous a true beauty to behold
And innocent much like me when i was 10 years old
Its petals were like mirrors reflecting the truths and the past
Its leaves were so well concealed they were one with the grass
But there was one thing oh so unique
The center of the flow...
Friday 28th July 2017 9:56 am
I love you for your quiet confidence that screams reverence
I love you for the courage of you convictions.
For your wayward eyelids as they flap like chrysalis wings.
You make the others look like forgotten minions.
A sense of purpose lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk,
full lips smirking at fate.
I love the triumph of your uninhibited temper
as you make men rattle at the...
Friday 28th July 2017 8:57 am
Also by Chakraj:She blows hot, blows cold | To my Angel who waits |
Why do we do it . Who is there to Care . Women do it for all reasons . Unable to share because they have to care . We suffer with pains Unimaginable . Don't make a fuss . The pain will go away . Have Inplanted you with something to help you . It's needed don't worry just do it . So why are so many women suffering . If the side affects Are known . And why take so long to admit it . A Mesh causing l...
Friday 28th July 2017 5:14 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Fools Rush In | I'm Alright Jacks | Don't Go | Use Your Imagination | British Meats | Band Wagon | Tour De Yorkshire | Yorkshire Folk | Leave Them Alone | Tv Last Night | Benefits | Think |
Awaiting my lover to rejoice in my arms
As the heart beats faster and a slight twinge in loin
The excitement of night, of pulsation of groin
As the moments linger to nervousness of charms
Will you be delicious as I remember you?
With a welcoming smile to chase away nightmares
And savour popsicle with the seducing shares
That only you know how in the moments anew
I close my eyes to see ...
Friday 28th July 2017 2:59 am
Also by Louis Audet:Dreaming | Old farmhouse | July 1st, Ottawa | Celebrate | Dessert | The Northern Town | Welcome Addition | Nature Lovers | One plus one makes two | Snowflakes | Tenderness | Almost | Thirtieth Dare | Twenty-Ninth Dare | Twenty-Eighth Dare | Twenty-Seventh Dare | Twenty-Sixth Dare | Twenty-Fifth Dare | Twenty-Four Dare | Twenty-Third Dare | Twenty-Second Dare | Twenty-First Dare | Twentieth Dare | Nineteenth Dare | Eighteenth Dare | Seventeenth Dare | Sixteenth Dare | Fifteenth Dare | Fourteenth Dare | Thirteenth Dare |
I never been true to others
Never been so honest to myself
Sometimes shows more than what I am
Sometimes shows lesser than what I am
But never shows equal on what truly am I
Never been so disappointed on what I am
Just wanted to show others what I can
Not showing what you truly are is not being dishonest
It's just that you want privacy
Privacy that you can want what you wanted to b...
Friday 28th July 2017 12:20 am
You lose again
the money you borrow
that ghost to your doorstep creeps
firmly held beliefs
are sunk and hollow
where shallow seas become deep
Birds in the bush will chatter
will they lose their love and weep
who's to know
on fancy's dressed-up day
that moan that holds back sleep
rhyme of sorrow
Where the fugitive runs
Thursday 27th July 2017 11:52 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Manifesto | Passing By | Far Out | Attention | Ground Nesting | Proem |
Twinkle twinkle little book,
How you hook,
Your readers so.
Tell my friends how much you mean
I hear some favorites for me
Twinkle twinkle little book
Look forward to see you in my nook.
Thursday 27th July 2017 9:17 pm
Army, Factory or Pit (Villanelle)
A corrupt careers master, who thought he was it
To a lad, just fourteen and naïve
Said your options are, Army, Factory or Pit
A master of nothing, who knew Jack Shit
The innocent will always believe
A corrupt careers master, who thought he was it
High on praise, acclaim and plaudit
In a position of trust to aggrie...
Thursday 27th July 2017 8:33 pm
Also by Kevin:Fred and Bullfrog Floppit | The Tallyman. (Old Septic Knuckles) |
Tender are the lights that burn,
To the turning of your love,
Come by my way for the thinking,
Indeed to your thinking about,
Softness of a special touch.
Darkness was too busy then,
So you found me instead,
We knew this wasn't to be,
Just a quick kiss of lips red,
But a first last dance of such.
Time ticks to the beat of our hearts,
We intertwine souls once apart,
Now together str...
Thursday 27th July 2017 8:06 pm
Growing up, life teaches you lessons. The
More you experience, the more lessons
You learn, and this shapes your world view. Lessons
Form your outlook, changing your personal
Perspective, as you gaze out, over your
Future, an ever-shortening view. That
Future, the landscape of life, appeared bleak,
Featureless and hostile. Preferring not
To look, understanding ...
Thursday 27th July 2017 8:02 pm
I guess I was the special one,
My end was quick and painless,
But now im gone you've claimed your done,
You made me feel so worthless.
I wondered why you stuck with me for so long,
Just to watch my eyes grow cold,
But whilst im gone you can sing your song,
You can pretend to act like your bold.
You cut all of us out like heavy duty removers,
I hope all the othe...
Thursday 27th July 2017 7:21 pm
Also by Rhianna Blake:Child's play |
I am waiting eagerly for a bloom dawn
Everything will glow red all around
There be no choose and malice
We will hear twittering of the birds loitering
Sound of human beings
Every day I awake and see killing, murder,
Disorder and terrorism
Derailed boys will call me coward,
No power to reunify
No importance of their words
Thursday 27th July 2017 7:05 pm
Eyes they come in all shapes, sizes and colors
But i've never seen anything quiet like yours
I've stared many in search sincerity
But I've never seen anything quiet like yours
The way they glisten in the sun when you smirk
I've never seen anything quiet like yours
The way they change shades when you're angry
I've never seen anything quiet like yours
The way they soften when...
Thursday 27th July 2017 4:34 pm
Also by Pao Oli:Walls |
Yet so far away
All at the same time
Yet so surrounded by love
All at the same time
Yet so clear
All at the same time
Close these gaps
Yet mend the lines
All at the same time
Thursday 27th July 2017 3:36 pm
Also by Maxine:Polarity | lip service |
Their hands touched and the room stood still
Genuinely, completely stood dead still
He held her hands tight across the table
Wanting to shout out but he wasn't able
Wanting to shout she's the one I love
Tearing down values he'd long understood
Life is for living with no holding back
Only truly experienced with love in full flame
Not playing the margins in some fake game...
Thursday 27th July 2017 12:53 pm
Also by IanQ:You have my heart | La La Land - some years later | Big leggy |
Jan folded the letter
her finger formed an edge.
She looked up-
somebody was explaining functionality:
the new argument was written
on the white board-
she returned to the letter-
The diagrams explaining.
His words revealing
he to the point.
Thursday 27th July 2017 11:10 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Hermione's sly wink |
The hearse moved slowly
Like a shining silver wraith
Gliding through the summer scene
Along the road from Manningtree.
The coffin carried at the rear
Dressed with bunch of lillies,
Bore its dead with dignity
Upon their final journey.
Following the river's edge
Alongside bright green grassy verge
Over-hung with agèd trees
Seeing all from up on high.
The tidal river full and flat
Thursday 27th July 2017 10:00 am
Also by Richard Hartley:The Rose | The Last Train | Deo Gratias | Embers |
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