Poetry Blogs (Aug 2017)
Brian Maryon on Record Number of Migrants Cross The Channel - Aug 6 (2 hours ago)
Andy N on Disappearing in the midnight air across the meadows (5 hours ago)
Inhaling the chill of the night,
My pace quickens.
I soon realize where I am.
Exhaling fears, anxiety, stress.
My heart slows.
I notice the sound of a train in the distance.
Inhaling the scent of pine tree and oil.
My thoughts race.
I remember the diner just past the railroad tracks.
But time stops again.
Thursday 31st August 2017 11:43 pm
Also by invisible:Priorities |
The Surrogate Writer
My thoughts could never languish
as does my mortal frame
As my mind is a perpetual
cascade of ideas each which
indent themselves in my complexity
Words are in a flurry
as snowflakes dance about
Phrases interlock and call
to be heard and remembered
Intense activity inhabits
and pervades my thinking
capacity, relentless in
a desire, a...
Thursday 31st August 2017 11:00 pm
Also by keith jeffries:What we do... | Two in One | A Dormitory Town | Black Lives Matter? | The Nation State | Steam | Lowered | Trumpit | Not Included | Refugees | Stop | The Spirit | Existence & Purpose | Before you..... | Abused to abuser | Trust | Damned | The Second World | Trees | Stand up | An Allotted Time | Despair | Duplicity | Where the heart is... | They are ours | The Serpent | Dunkirk - then and now | A Refugee Family | Human Nature |
I love to watch things burn,
especially when I have helped to light the match.
The cold indifference with which I observe
the cumbling framework of buildings I once lived in
is matched only by the intensity of the heat of flame.
Thursday 31st August 2017 8:19 pm
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Last Tuesday |
Do you feel like round peg trying to push in square?
Where you can't fit in mold that others did design
Being called abnormal by popular baseline
Yet being genius under your steady care
Wanting the best of you in every moment
Being in your own core, clear mind and a sane soul
To make proper judgement of your values to goal
As you guide your actions, your thoughts and your movements
Thursday 31st August 2017 7:21 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Parent-Teacher meeting | The duet | Partnership | At Community Center | Living Past | Tragedies | Our great land | To my grand-daughters | Bright Light | Where will it go? | Apology | Thoughts written down | Solitude | Vivre | La chance qu'on a | Truth hurts | Question of life | La tasse | The dream that lasts | Seeing with open eyes | The college years | The longing night | The release | Friday - Retreat | Thursday - Retreat | Wednesday - Retreat | Tuesday - Retreat | Monday- Retreat | Sunday- Retreat | Sexless Marriage |
Shallowly sagging in vicious winds of a cold autumn night,
The grass vibrates me a tune as I wander forwards through green and yellow forest,
Blissful mist of rain creating small fluorescent puddles on my skin.
The acidic thorns of men once stood behind the walls of fantasy seeping into the water,
Scorching my skin,
Red splotches ooze remnants of a world once to have been seen ...
Thursday 31st August 2017 8:24 am
Also by Alita Moore:Dad | Yet again, truly alone |
Time is infinite now
music carries the essence
of a soul like an echo inside
drumming through history
thud thud thud comes the love
blue red is my blood
blue was the colour
I caught from above
like a train in my brain
acid rain stains colour
reclaims the lights flash
either side a fairground ride
alive inside my mind
feels always like
I'm crashing i...
Thursday 31st August 2017 3:00 am
Also by MyDystopiA:WordPlay | PaperMate (explicit) | Blunt | Scattered Matter | Clay | Amber |
My Heart Beat Beat Beat.
My Heart Beat Beat Beat.
Feels like I am falling from 9000ft
A rollercoaster with no end
& when I am with you it begins to ascend
My Heart Beat Beat Beat.
My Heart Beat Beat Beat.
may be hidden and discreet,
but it's the only way it can avoid defeat.
Thursday 31st August 2017 1:30 am
Also by Meme Warburton:Selfishly Human |
You were the prettiest girl in the Co-op.
You said it yourself, to the lad on the other till,
when I was in the queue.
You were just messing around, of course,
flirting a little, perhaps,
but it was true.
You asked me once, as you scanned my sausages,
if the sun had gone down yet.
You said you were starving.
I told you it hadn’t, and knew what it meant -
that a couple of drinks in th...
Wednesday 30th August 2017 9:52 pm
You stare through the silence
Eyes still, in the night
Disguised in the shadows
cast down,by moonlight
You gaze to the maze
of humanities sprawl
Then into the alleys and
dark places you crawl
You hunt, by the moon
Stealthy and light
You are the boogeyman
that hides in the night
Long are your fingers
Wednesday 30th August 2017 9:25 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Unforgotten Tune | Nightmare | Away from the sun | Stygian stare | Fake News | Haunted | Tomorrow | Harvest |
Come with me to the small car park by the fields of Higher Brownstone high above Kingswear and the
River Dart in South Devon where the track to the old World War Two coastal defences is marked by a
solitary tree. Breathe in the salty air and step out down that track towards the sea.
Wednesday 30th August 2017 7:17 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:ENGLISH HILLS - an audio version | DON'T MENTION THE ENGLISH! | DANCING IN THE DARK | PULLING DOWN STATUES | TOLERANCE | HUG | STUPID IS | LAST POST - closing the book | YESTERDAY ONCE MORE - a re-post for the summer hols! |
I gave him everything that I didn’t even know I had
More than just what’s on the outside
He knows my soul, inside and out
He can play a trivia game about me with me, and I know he’ll still beat me
He knows the way I fidget my fingers when I’m anxious
He noticed the way my lips would curl when I always wanted to laugh in a serious situation
He’s the only one that knows till this ...
Wednesday 30th August 2017 6:17 pm
The wind has been playful all day
along the castellations of the coastline
ducking down behind signs
aquaplaning through valleys
puffing deckchairs inside out
brushing the pelts of heather and vetch
forcing his attentions
fancying his chances
troubling those in age's advances
and like all young souls has worn himself out
hands deep in air pockets
Wednesday 30th August 2017 5:35 pm
Also by ray pool:NO FRILLS | WORLDS ON WHEELS | FAMILY PLANNING | AN EVENING OUT IN THE 70s | SHE LOVED THAT CARDIGAN | THE GARDEN BRIDGE(From Tales of the Unaccepted) | PUBLIC AMENITIES | THE AUTOBIOGRAPHIES OF THE FAMOUS | TALES OF THE UNEXPECTED |
When I was you and you were me
We wouldn't've liked the same things
You're much smarter than me
And don't the patience for such trivialities
There are twice as many people around
All with their own desires and dreams
We need to make way for them
Romantic fantasies to the contrary
When I was you and you were me
I liked simpler th...
Wednesday 30th August 2017 4:10 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:End of Summer | Sunga is here | Pillow & Clock | Dream Country | Cocooning | Dreams keep me up all night | Bodies of Questions | Fascist Haircut | The Quality of our Solitude | Pictures of people having fun | Your Great Indifference |
You dance with tears in your eyes
They dont see past your peircing lies
and as each one dies
so you continue to rise.
You're playing games
but you arent bothered by fame,
and as you dance in the flames
they cant understand the games you play.
Some nights you dance alone at night
with tears in your eyes,
no music playing
trying to keep your demons at bay
Wednesday 30th August 2017 3:17 pm
Also by Eseosa:S.K.I.N | Lost entity pt 1 |
huddled, not with hands together,
(no one prays out loud)
in silent supplication to whatever
can remove us from this hour
we do not have our hands together
prayers are whispered inwardly
desperation tethered to the tiny tips of light
as they hurtle down from high above
this no smoking arena
we do not pray out loud
Wednesday 30th August 2017 11:19 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Surprise | True Colours (with apologies to Cyndi) |
They are poor old creatures washed up from the sea
-best not look- or might they be waiting...
who can say... the last word of the comedy
to hurl themselves through the waves, and end it?
Either way nothing to do with us.
One tries a word-search puzzle, one drifts off in the shade.
The ebb and the flow
a gentle tide plays.
We accompany ourselves with gr...
Wednesday 30th August 2017 10:16 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Love's Creature | Old Beacon Wood | Poet And Poetry | Brexit Update (August 2017) | A Figure Stood |
"Who you are I know not,
The place of pilgrimage you hail from
you make me wonder
How you tune yourself to the rhythm of the world of mine!
Bringing me beneath your canopy
while the cloud outshine the sky
you just catch the glimpse of the smiling sun
Tell me what austerity
spread the trap of the peace!
you just melt my ego into
your fragrance of love
I know the pride you too are endowed...
Wednesday 30th August 2017 9:22 am
Trying to get my boyfriend to understand me
is like trying to teach a duck to do hop scotch
He is divorce of my needs
all he sees is his wants
I don't think it is out of cruelty
just how he is...
He is such a man and I am such a girl
He wears sarcasam like a second set of skin
his badge of honor is being a smart ass
I tend to be gullible and soft hearted...
Wednesday 30th August 2017 8:14 am
Also by lynn hahn:ARTISTS | DON'T QUIT | FIX EM UP GUYS | IF I COULD CHOOSE | SORRY | BLOOD RUNS THICK | POETRY | KEEP UP THE FIGHT | NO MONEY ON THE TABLE | SUCKER FOR SWEET TALK | TO THE ONE |
The potential of the plant is in the seed.
The potential of the animal is in the egg.
How could I perceive myself
As greater than the seed or the egg?
Just because I'm human?
The 'thinking' animal, you say.
Reason and dexterity – and all that jazz!
Minute manipulation of mind and limb
Spinning the wheel of species' progress.
But, you know, if you put a mark on a whe...
Tuesday 29th August 2017 5:12 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:'Puttin' on the Ritz' |
By: Mirza Sharafat
Khushboo se mehakta aisa hi sansaar hota
ye mosam mere yaha har baar hota
tujhe manaana baar baar sirf hunar hai mera
tera roothna phir kis qadar dushwaar hota
tu kar chuka hai soda emaan ka, ehsaas ka
bawajood iske tu kabhi sharamsaar hota
fakhr e talwaar wo, qatil e kufaar hota
youm e ashoor hamrah Hussain ke Mukhtaar hota
tu haar chuka hai baazi Sharafat ki jung me
Tuesday 29th August 2017 5:22 am
Also by Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh:Raaz | Aisa Kyu | Kohl |
Missing you, since you've been away
Long to hear your mmm's and whispers
Soon again in my ear
Feel the vibrations, and your breath on my skin
For now it's words or face on a screen
The face I want to take in my hands and kiss
To forget about these separations, months at a time
Standing at the airport, waiting anxiously
To feel your arms around me as we meet
The crowd tur...
Tuesday 29th August 2017 1:33 am
He put some hours in at the Abbey, did Luuk. Just as a volunteer, you understand. Mostly in the café but he’d lend a hand humping and shoving if heavier work needed it.
He was Dutch and spoke good English with that clipped precision of his countrymen. His biggest giveaway were “S’s” which, like many other Dutch people he pronounced “Sh”. He was a big bloke and always eating and I remember h...
Monday 28th August 2017 10:31 pm
Also by John Coopey:"WHAT A FUCKING DIET!" | WIDENING THE CIRCLE OF FRIENDS | HAPPY ANNIVERSARY | COLLIERS AND KIDS | THOSE HOTTIES FROM THE GDR | HEY, MO! | LIPOSUCTION |
My friend hurts and there's nothing I can do. Time stood still for you… and I was sleeping Forgiving me is not in my scheme of things. Your world crumbled … I was not there. Through silly vibrations I awoke to a world so different…. So sad….so silent and empty. The news come and I SCREAM your name wishing… the loudness would shatter this nightmare But I am awake and it’s not a dream, “you lost you...
Monday 28th August 2017 9:07 pm
Also by Shaakiera Schroeder:Silence Needed | Everything self; Beneath the surface | Powermoves and Hope... Leaps above all : The story of one BBoy steps of hope. A Super BBoy who possess the power to fly, but all he wants to do is dance! A BBoy called Mickey. | Tears, Earned | Still | I Am Alive | An Introduction, a glance into my soul | Choosing to stay. | Remembering, Me...Woman Infinite. | Rise Up...Live Your Truth | Conspiracy Imagined...close to heart,it remembers. | Pieces of Freedom; A personal perspective on Freedom and the deeply intimate significance of the powerful influence it silently wields in my life. | All Poems of Shaakiera Schroeder |
I can feel September this morning.
Standing here on the balcony.
" Welcome cooling breeze " I breath in deeply.
Locuts buzzing in the trees
The flowers in the garden, going to seed.
Verse...Memories of childhood, came surgeing throug the years, Appearing in the present, I knew that you'd be here. There I am, a Boy, in the old backyard In long ago Septemb...
Monday 28th August 2017 8:50 pm
Also by terry l shuff:Right of Passage | Pathetic utterings | who knows? | Natures Music | The vision | Home | Autumn's Encore | Bond of Love | Their. LAST | could do no more | know your self with in | Right of passage | The Antique store | Gossimer sanctuary | Realities fixed price | Haiku |
Say these words aloud?
Never would I dare.
I closed my eyes
imagining that you were standing there.
I wrote down words of passion
and words that set me free.
I hoped for what could happen
though we could never be.
But on my notebook pages
I am free to roam.
You are here with me
and I am not alone.
I feel you take my hand
and hold it ever tight
In my world...
Monday 28th August 2017 8:48 pm
Also by Lyrical Lexa:Summer Rain | White Night | For You |
Talking Asperger in Holland’s gutter
women for men
man-hiding in scab wombs
smell the dad perfume
restless rights and south paws breaking Pentagon’s cyber world
devise numerical love
*(Copyright is mine. Please contact me if you want to use or perform any of my poems.)
Monday 28th August 2017 8:14 pm
Also by Paul Welsh:90% polyester | Glasgow bolt on |
The controller of life
Everyday we see levels of control
From the day we gain consciousness
To the day we lose vitality.
it causes our blood to boil
But then let's our air flow freely
Yet no matter what
there is only one.
One controller to decide if we live or die
One controller to see how hard we try
One controller to test our faith
One controller to keep us safe
One controller to feed us bread
Monday 28th August 2017 8:04 pm
(Now that the antibiotics are begining to fail, this might be a good time
again for this little `warner` which was written as an answer to a poem
by Liverpool Scene poet Sid Hoddes who wrote a funny poem called
(I think) `The promiscuity Calypso`...which played entertainingly on the
way he ended the word promiscuity.)
It isn`t a sin...
Monday 28th August 2017 1:42 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:a sin against the spirit | Betty in a windy sunset. |
Ruling the roost,
makes me boost,
can be induced,
after I was introduced.
Narcisst I am,
sweet as jam,
either you say it ham,
or censure it sham.
But now infra dig,
to see my headway big,
adict following like frigg,
is the reason behind my trig?
Whatever the intellect be,
juxtapose to open sea,
life is ongoing glee,
flying like a bird free!
Monday 28th August 2017 1:40 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:ECSTASY SHOWER | YOU ROCK MY WORLD | BALL OF FIRE |
The Royal Free hums its energetic life
As I sit musing in my garden
A background drone always there
As the hospital is always open for care
It's summer so the trees mask its physical presence
Just the joined up sound of health and excellence
We moved here with two small boys
And thought being near The Free might be handy
Energetic boys in an energetic city
Who knows the...
Monday 28th August 2017 10:59 am
Also by IanQ:The power of a place | My boys |
There are some things I can't tolerate first thing on a morn
I don't mind a cockerel crowing to greet a fresh new dawn
But today I had roll my eyes and felt sad and forlorn
'cos I woke to find three UFOs had landed on my lawn
Now, normally, I'd be the type to calmly count to three
take a deep breath, put on a smile, then the kettle to make tea
But all I could think this morning was 'bloody ...
Monday 28th August 2017 10:41 am
Also by David Lindsay:From Afar |
the signs were there
all around us
we did not understand that when
the seasons forgot to change
people would forget to love
exhausted by climbing money fed dreams
we could not hear
the last short breaths of small things
and although we knew the song of bees
grew quieter with every year
we had no time to listen
Sunday 27th August 2017 5:51 pm
Also by Karen Ankers:Unbound | I Was Born With Too Many Echoes | In That Minute | What We Do Not See |
Spikes of chance
In the noise
Sunday 27th August 2017 11:12 am
Also by Chunks and Marrow:Drown the brakes |
Remember when the days seemed to go on forever, the smell of watermelon grass and endless summer nights...the music you felt inside your heart, that fist kiss that left you feeling airy and light? How i long for that rush of innocent bliss...a walk hand in hand or an innocent kiss, the naivity that came with our unassuming youth..just being happy in what we thought was actually the truth. Summer n...
Sunday 27th August 2017 8:37 am
Also by Heidi:Reflection with Hope | Tired |
Precipitation within sight
Rain, drizzle, mizzle
Soft weather, mucky weather
‘The Smoky Smirr o Rain’
Slow words, gentle
But it was spitting this morning
Pitter patter, splash, splish, splodge, squelch
And it bucketed down last night
A torrent, raining cats and dogs
Not a light soaking rain
Squalling, hailing and sleeting
Flooding, flowing, swamping
A deluge chucking ...
Saturday 26th August 2017 8:11 pm
How easy it is to lapse
into false memory
lying awake deepening the grooves
of a thought over and over.
Was it really you in that room all those years ago?
Lent over a desk on a hot summer night
listening to the quietened sounds
of a humming city,
feeling closer than ever
to all that was vital in life
as a woman whose thoughts
you couldn't fathom
lay meters from...
Saturday 26th August 2017 3:49 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Harvesting | Late Summer | Balcony |
She: Like a sky seems so close
but so far from our imagination
He: So close year so far
So vast and yet so near
She: So kind that doesnot appear
Everything that seems true suddenly disappears
You can never feel what she feels
Its so hard and an impossible deal...
Saturday 26th August 2017 3:32 pm
Also by Dipta Gomes:Tears that Speak | Words of my Life | Within My Mind | Sweetness of You | Falling in Love | My joys of Love | The Pain I bear | Watery Eyes | Melted Ice | Dreams And Stars | The love in Me | Sleepless Nights |
When I die, mourn not my passing
But celebrate my life.
If you knew me, then I knew you too,
And you touched my life
- As I touched yours.
Throw a stone into a pond
And ripples spread in ever widening circles.
So the ripples of my life spread
- To touch the lives of many others.
But in my turn I was touched
- By the many ripples of your lives -
And for that I thank you all.
For you h...
Saturday 26th August 2017 1:53 pm
Also by Richard Hartley:Fishing for Poets |
PART OF THE COURSE
I guess he was
just no good at it:
stood on every board
banged his knee
on the coffee table,
collided with silver;
he might as well have
worn a striped T-shirt
and carried a sack
So when they caught
in the rose bush
and led him away
he still hung on
to his dream
and vowed to try
Saturday 26th August 2017 9:37 am
Also by john short:ADIPOSE HARRY |
Your kiss fortold a thousand lies
Your touch left me wanting you more
Your passion left me without a heart
You tore me in two
But yet like the fool I was I came back for more
You left me reeling in a pain, a pain I have never felt before
The slicing through my insecurities my own demons which you enjoyed
You took the very life out of me and while my lips where still red with breathe you d...
Saturday 26th August 2017 8:49 am
Also by Anna Marie Grinter:poor little lambs |
Does the oak of autumn
hold dearly to every leaf?
too cool the temp’ture,
too little the light,
time of the season not to be tangled with,
if life be worth living beyond the now,
look, see the cycling of what is,
may it be firm guidance for the how.
listen, feel what’s in the space,
the senses were here long before the me,
use the I as transcendental tool
Friday 25th August 2017 10:30 pm
Also by Chesley:All that we can see | A Clearing in a Wood |
Aimless, sifting through moments
On a wish that didn't come
Sun to moon, moon to sun
The proof gets easier to drink
What goes to waste is the taste
The drug of choice was you
The high unaffordable, the destination unavoidable
Reaching hands warmer than what you offer, except
for the in thought of what once was
And those thoughts---we lived!
Urgency pushes, and the for...
Friday 25th August 2017 6:55 pm
Also by Anthony Coviello:Untitled | Untitled | Alpha | Work | With Ease | Untitled | Any Day | Loose | Finn | Untitled | Sound | Noise | No More! | Valley | Untitled | Untitled | Untitled | Untitled | Untitled | Untitled | It's Only Blood | Ignite | Keys | Known To Be True | Of All The Beauty In The World | Setting Suns |
Song Of Your Underground
This will be the song of your underground
A tune that will reach you six feet below
A tune that will reach you above and beyond
I hope you hear every note I sing
Your energy still gets the best of me
There are portraits of your face
Posted up on the timid walls of my mind
So I don't have to get over you
It's called death because it's the end
And there were moment...
Friday 25th August 2017 3:58 pm
Also by Keith Williams:Butterscotch Girl |
Its been a hard road
You helped me build.
You got me through
Some dark times.
I thought you a light,
A torch in the darkness,
It was my magic.
They told me you were watching
As though it was a comfort.
And I tried
To feel helped
I tried so hard
To give you the love
I was told you created
Friday 25th August 2017 3:38 pm
So I feel like I've uncovered my own rendition of a super hero power
When I meet a man I can estimate his dick size within an hour
So this may seem a little seedy, a bit sleezy, but when a man overcompensates with money why does he think it will impress me
One guy on a night out handed me his credit card and told me to drink as much as I dare at his expense
I politely declined ...
Friday 25th August 2017 2:01 am
SHHH CAN YOU HEAR THAT CAN YOU FEEL IT? THAT IS LIGHT OR AM I WRONG. DARKNESS AROUND ME FULLING THE EDGES OF THE WALLS. SHHHH CAN YOU HEAR THAT IS THAT THE WIND FLOWING NO IT CANT BE. DO I HAVE THE POWER THE WILL TO MOVE FROM THIS CORNER CAN I CAN I? I SEE LIGHT I HEAR THE WIND FLOWING I CANT FEEL IT HOW CAN I NET FEEL IT? I CAN FEEL COLD STEEL HOT FLAMS AND THE SCOLDERING LOOKS FROM UNKOWING FACE...
Thursday 24th August 2017 11:50 pm
I wish to be heard. To bridge the divide
auto-ostracising me from common
experience. Common understanding,
inclusion and collusion in present’s
moment. I think ahead what response my
actions engender. My words carefully
based: precision vocabulary I
once envied – recycled at will,
effect calculated. For reflection
on me, upping my status, ...
Thursday 24th August 2017 9:02 pm
Also by Rich:Phases | Time | Fight or Flight |
SONNET FOR ROONEY
So I gets this call from Gareth Southgate
And he's laying it on like marmalade,
Saying come back Rooney you've got it made
Playing for Everton, O what a state!
I thought your ambition was to be great!
England's not a problem don't be afraid,
At Goodison you'll always make the grade,
So get those three lions back on you mate.
But I though...
Thursday 24th August 2017 8:37 pm
I see the bright Sun, but feel no heat.
The Oceans roll on beneath my feet.
Not sure where I'm supposed to go.
A 'better' day followed by one so low.
Each day I see skies of Summer blue.
I see happy faces, when a tear is due.
Please stay strong bruv night and day.
Wish I could be closer, not so far away.
But across the miles, and seas of blue.
Each day your family is thinking of you.
Thursday 24th August 2017 8:10 pm
When I open my eyes
as I do all too often
I see only the room.
I know too well the dim glare
of the flickering light
on the dull wooden floor
With closed eyes
I go dreaming,
Drifting back decades
to soft summers and boredom
I long to feel the shock of striking
the bright and breathless surface
Dazzled by diamond splashes
sparkling on frothy bobbing ...
Thursday 24th August 2017 5:09 pm
Also by David T Jones:Security | The Woods | Stealing ten minutes on a Friday afternoon | Choreography | Stalking my self |