Poetry Blogs (Aug 2017)
I embody the greed that I despise,
When I try looking at things through my own eyes,
And what I was made to be,
But now there are no strings on me.
So, I am at liberty to disgrace my natural tendencies,
They call it: “Bending over backwards to be nice.”
Because the irrepressible us
Keeps me awake at night.
Thursday 31st August 2017 11:50 pm
Also by Ferris Taylor:Work (or at least one aspect of it for some boys) | Drunk Dad | Angry One | My Father's Father | Beth II | Beth | How I Feel and Possibly Nothing Else |
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 |
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 |
Happy Ever After
Dad, lit the Christmas tree used proper candles,
My mother complained about the fire- hazard, this annoyed my
dad who opened the window threw out the tree then peed on the flapping
curtains which, had caught fire.
The tree landed foot down and looked pretty in the snow.
The police came took dad away, they wished happy Christmas.
When the gin bottle was empty, ...
Thursday 31st August 2017 9:07 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :the jester | the social life | to my child | the master sailor | candy bar | Nazi time | a lovers lament | (untitled) | the marriage | week end in Cascais | the invisible | grateful | at the surgery | decline | dream makers | the wasteland | racism 1952 | fadista | innocence lost | Pegasus | the intervention | white eagle |
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 Adrian Metcalf: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 |
I saw a man stopped in the street
he stood there rooted in his feet,
I’d seen him slow, his shoulders fall
I’d felt that halt and hit that wall.
I’d seen him talking to himself
while staring at a burdened shelf,
then wander out not making purchase
I saw a man surrender purpose
I stood a while and fixed his eye
and felt his hopeless silent cry
and in him...
Wednesday 30th August 2017 2:51 am
Also by Wolfgar:A descent to madness | Snowflakes and Embers | Re-sow | Two old comics meet in heaven | Stop Press! | Dead poets | Grandad's advice | Air Strike | Priceless | Obituary | Invisible issues | Contemplating a visit to Sussex Gardens | Shelves | Camomile | On Trundle Hill |
because my hands would burn to a cinder
were i to slip between your china skin
and the soft give of your waistband
i use a whisper of glass to pry you open,
like an oyster that falls to young
weeks before they will shatter
against your cheek
and how the reeds are whispering by our filthy water
and you and i free and bare a...
Wednesday 30th August 2017 1:18 am
Also by Stuart Buck:if my ugly had a shape it would be a spiral | the sweat from tiny fingers can burn through the wings of a butterfly |
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 |
I don't have words for you.
Three years and I've always wondered when I'd finally write about you.
Do you even see me?
Do you even see who I really am, or do you only know me on the surface?
Can you feel my dreams, my happiness, my desperation, my passion?
I am not the kind of person
You can look right through.
But somehow you manage to do it.
Tuesday 29th August 2017 4:18 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Star |
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 |
used to lift up
18 and 17
Monday 28th August 2017 9:21 pm
Also by david patrick simon:Another life / the nowhere oems | Not enough / the nowhere poems | Baby can you see me ? the nowhere poems | A lover's bones | Test my fortune in your eyes/ the nowhere poems | At fifteen years old/ the nowhere poems | Loose change / the nowhere poems | Old hellos / the nowhere poems | I can't remember anymore / the nowhere poems | Cat's meow / the nowhere poems | Janet's poems / the nowhere poems | Picking up the pieces / the nowhere poems | irish poems / the nowhere poems | a moment / the nowhere poems | Irish thoughts / the nowhere poems | The cinderella principle /the nowhere poems | Irish love affairs / The nowhere poems | A different point of view / the nowhere poems | The hour glass dance / the nowhere poems | Empty spaces / the nowhere poems | The healing moments / the nowhere poems | Insecure moment / the nowhere poems | No survivors / the nowhere poems | The hunger of loneliness / the nowhere poems | This journey back / the nowhere poems |
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
There is no velvet at the front,
you’ll find no chairs, no fabrics,
seldom see a cooking pot, and
bars of scented soap seem drastic.
Out on patrol it’s hard indeed
to pass a day as God intended
when our lives are made fantastic
by sudden shocks which temper us,
make us strong, if frantic.
Then back at home, we’re castaways,
standing in white, fitted kitchens
with the business of g...
Monday 28th August 2017 7:16 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 |
She stands on her pins
while their square chins are shining.
She looks to the crowd
in her desperateness pining
and she smiles like a fake
'cause that's all that she's good for,
while they flash and they talk
and parade her about more.
All in this day and age?!
Is it really, for fucks sake?!
That a girl can just stand by
in Lycra and Fake Bake
Sunday 27th August 2017 6:17 pm
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 |
Sunday 27th August 2017 4:05 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Ant | Haiku: The Entertainer | Storm Coming | Environmentally Unfriendly | Pact | Haiku: (Al)literally |
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 |
I found a smile today,
hiding behind my back.
It glowed pearlescent
with an alien smirk,
I fed it tears
from lilies bowed with rain.
It made a bed
between my nose and chin.
Stretched my nostrils
in a cocaine scream.
Gums bled red
with a jokers smile.
Hard to tell the distance
from a grin to a grimace.
Friday 25th August 2017 11:13 pm
Also by Patricia Hughes:Season | The First Lesson (A Journey In Compassion) | Dismantled | Fists | Wait. |
|last 30 days||last year|