Poetry Blogs (Sep 2017)
Preparing a welcome of Islander descent
On the sunny red beach to lucky foreigner
With a prized winning view in every corner
As the touch of beauty graced to this land's content
From a lobster dinner to great relaxation
The archery lesson to bonfire on beach
All for the children smiles with the ocean in reach
As the tip toes are dipped in the vastest station
Do the surprises end or is this...
Saturday 30th September 2017 10:10 pm
Also by Louis Audet:PEI | The fun times | Koala | Real Estate | The game | Boss Lady | Connection | Cuddling | Vacation on a beach | Demons | Tuning Myself | Strange fellows | Loving heart | The shower | Hell Bound | Losing Bedroom Spunk | New Way | Seeking attention | Circle of Lust | Dreams of you | Coming out | Liberation | The night lies | Teaching differently | Future Holdings | Thinking Lust | Train of Life | Deception | Le clown |
In the gypsy lavender scented tent
she gazes into a crystal ball
at a gypsy table with beaded cover
like a stage set of a gypsy's lament
Gazes intently with head like an alien
into the squatting orb of the ball
knowing everything and nothing at all
her mind plays tricks
the glass is dark
where ocean meets the sky,
future bleeding with a tremulous sigh
Saturday 30th September 2017 7:24 pm
Also by ray pool:IN THE GARDEN | THE VIADUCT | BUYING A CARPET | MUSIC POEM | JUDGEMENT DAY | IN THE FATHER REDCAP | LIVING DANGEROUSLY | 1930's STREET MAP OF LONDON | THOUGHTFORMS | VENUS FLY TRAP | HORSE TRADING | PIGEON POST |
When I was a child they called me a wean
The place where I lived, not a home but a hame.
My mum was ma mammy, my dog was ma dug
My uncle was Hugh but to us he was Shug.
A potato - a tattie, a turnip - a neep
My house was a hoose and to cry was to greet.
A wisnae was wasn't, and did not was disnae
A kiss was a winch and a red face a riddy.
If someone was simple to us they we...
Saturday 30th September 2017 4:37 pm
I don't know how to put it in simpler words or try to make it so hard to understand that you don't actually understand. But i have to say it...and maybe i will say it trying to juggle between the two ways. It's a fact and we see it every day...a freshly bloomed flower always blooms the prettiest. And I have heard time heals..but i have also known time makes things fane. I am still paradoxial w...
Saturday 30th September 2017 4:33 pm
I) A Child
Though comfortably asleep
With a doll by my side,
Often I was terrified
A chimera could lurk
In the dark!
Also from a distance
When a dog bark
I saw it stark
A hyena with a
Horn was out
People to attack
Capable to pose
Its grotesque face
Behind my back.
II) A boy
A dream object
To anxiety I was subject.
As she was
Saturday 30th September 2017 4:08 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Disciples of satan |
I put a fifty pound deposit down
A twelve foot square of room
A toilet that doesn’t flush
And a carpet that’s never seen a broom
The refrigerator it has mildew on
The last tenants cooking, is still in the
And when you’ve seen the forks and
Well, you’ve seen the forking lot
The mattress is full of pissed stains
The last host he was on smack
I found his hypodermic ...
Saturday 30th September 2017 3:59 pm
Also by Philip Stevens:G C D7 G | Fashion victim | Rusting with time | The old trooper talked of falling Candles and revolution | Meet me there | I am a liitle nobody | The Loss | Addiction (above and beyond) | Passing poem | Infant woman |
No inspiration to be found
No thought worthwhile of writing
Saturday 30th September 2017 2:35 pm
Also by Linton Hercules:Wo Wanderin' | Playing the game | Such as life | Every Thinker | Girl with no name | How can I? |
I don’t know why I do what I do
but it doesn’t stop me
want to do these things with you
perfecting the copy
haven’t seen directions I came with
would they change something
feel compelled to use what I deal with
constructing nothing out of something
compulsions updated just now
compulsions can’t figure out
obsessions don’t co...
Saturday 30th September 2017 1:00 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Mouthfeel | Problems Curated | Stuck in Trees | Cousins | Insomnia (2) | Why I Left | Stronger Than You | Bad Writer | Coyotes | cool | Deep Ambivalence | Unpopular Music | I want to sell out | comfort animal certification | Orange and Blue | ambivalence works | You're My Shop |
In the darkness it was a shadow
Highlighted by the edges of the rising sun
Where in-between it began to gleam
As the son stuck its fingers through the seams
With her eyes on
The dusk of the night
The don of the day
And with its light
It ended twilight
Oh Maddened Mind Of Mine
Saturday 30th September 2017 11:14 am
Also by OhMaddenedMindOfMine:INSANE | Halls of my Mind |
My imagination was there;
Within the walls.
The information billowed
like a toxic plume
The weary of hart
gasping for untruths
For the deluge
Bated breaths, silence
Cut through the hum.
Within the walls,living
They are not immortal.
Under the sediment
Life falls silent
My imagination walks
Ladened, in history’s gu...
Saturday 30th September 2017 9:17 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:JIG | Thanks Mom | The Old House Lament | Searching | The Last Leaf | Bigot | Sunflowers | Lost in stone | Heady | Venus | Possessed | We are Sand | The last Book | The Weeping Tree | February Morning |
Thy arm; in twisted triggers tied,
To desolate the air,
Where glass in splinters, diamond eyed,
Rolls bloodied, stair by stair.
Young joy despised, as envy claws
Lest freedom take to flight,
But from the horror of its jaws
Will innocence unite.
Copyright © Simon Austin 2017
Saturday 30th September 2017 8:57 am
Morning crows machine gun caw across skyline trenches,
and the Sun flares up to interrupt.
Unseen messages skim rooftops seeking servers.
Insomniacs teeter on the cliff edge of day.
Caffeine irritates the irritable,
what isn’t required is expelled and flushed,
the first waste of the day gone before a foot falls on the street.
An obituary of last nights hap...
Saturday 30th September 2017 8:48 am
Also by Wolfgar:Saxony | One word at a time | Where's my fucking boots? | The table read | Mikhail | Walking into Autumn | Fat bergers and tributaries | A contemplation on the benefits of post mortem honesty | Postgraduate | Excerpt from custodial record (Bagram January 07) | On waking | Within the precincts of a tower (notes on an execution) | At a barber shop in Hamra | Etch-A-Sketch |
A émigré`s Dilemma
I have lived in this foreign country long, longer than I should
Many seasons I have seen, my hair is grey and brow wrinkled
seeking an understanding of a life that makes no sense.
I know their culture, have read Fernando Pessoa sing their
songs, but I came here as an adult, but my heart is not there.
I wanted to be a part of this Iberian country, but ...
Saturday 30th September 2017 7:15 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :on a sunny day | an old dream | the hideous heart | the dark heart | the rape | family drama | a gift spurned | new leaf | from face to faith | no revolution | the aliens have landed | feral cats | never look back | cobwebs of dreams | the new tyranny | after rain | riches | the fable | demise of my horses | the women of soldiers | sex, and sin | gun play | the Umrella | to gina | death of Arnold | Sunday |
Saturday 30th September 2017 1:34 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:(untitled) | Ob obit | Once was |
Friday 29th September 2017 11:43 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Billy the Hero | Elapsed |
Tonight I've waited long for sleep, and lie frustrated while I I hear
a thousand voices tweet unseen, the dark rejoicing with their cheer -
the chant of crickets numberless, that stir the thickets murmurous,
with ecstasy of melodies, of evening music amorous.
A chorus with harmony as smooth as sweetest symphony in tune;
as mild and tender in the dim as pale and slender light of...
Friday 29th September 2017 11:27 pm
when the impulse used to strike
to just go
I always rushed off too quickly
there were things I should have but didn't
and shouldn't have but did take with me
so there I would be
in the wrong clothes
in the wrong shoes
going to the wrong place
at the wrong time of year
thats why I always had no other choice
than to go back the...
Friday 29th September 2017 11:27 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:frozen river crossing when pissed | Rats Nest Road | ennui | invisibly chained | Bonk Island...........;0) |
Sweet music drifts in through the open window
As he drifts in
Sits wearily down
Talks of all the drama, all the dreams
All the places he's been.
He's seen the frozen lakes,
The dolphins in the wild,
The bronzed mountains of Nepal
The string of precious pearls from the distant maldives.
Don't listen to him, they whisper,
He's a hypnotiser, a mesmerise...
Friday 29th September 2017 9:00 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The Mad Aunt Of Doolin | Unrequited Love | Shadows | Angel | The Grass | The Corn Dolly | The Letter | The Man On The Corner |
Veering through Northern valleys
Nocturnal nomad chasing lights
Squinting through misty glass at
Hills rising raucously
Perfidious silhouettes whispering
GPS. Reroute. M1.
Settings were fucked - avoid motorways?
Back to the linear path
Diving towards the sprawling metropolis
Hours to go.
Adjusting frequencies -
The Wind Cries Mary.
Friday 29th September 2017 7:42 pm
It's a perfect day,
with the hands
it's not even
they might all
day retires on
Oddly he seems
out of sort...
Friday 29th September 2017 7:20 pm
Also by david patrick simon:Out of breath / the nowhere poems | Ringmaster poems / Sunday morning | For H / the nowhere poems | Everything in good time / the nowhere poems | The ringmaster sandwich poem / the nowhere poems | Ringmaster / the nowhere poems | Lynn's poem / the nowhere poems | Debra's dilemma / the nowhere poems | The rewrite wives/ the nowhere poems | Love is a highway / the nowhere poems |
Child of Empire, he freely starved in Valetta
Free to resent the many fat priests
Free to go
Stowaway to Istanbul
Free to be beaten by the Ottomans
Sent back to hunger
Not stopped yet
Stowaway to Britain
Set loose in Imperial London
Free to prosper
Free to work
Free-diver repairing Brighton’s Pier
Freely volunteered in 1914’s Expeditionary Force
Free to marry,...
Friday 29th September 2017 7:04 pm
Friday 29th September 2017 5:36 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Aubade | Why has everyone gone quiet? |
Destination is clear
and undoubtedly near
it is sacrosanct dear
as i am the one to steer.
I am no more a mystery
I am here to create history
not admitting with blistory
but can listen bells of victory.
let me fly
high in the sky
let me be sigh
seeing my glittering eye.
My system belief
gives limitless relief
like an euphoric leaf
is what i can say in br...
Friday 29th September 2017 5:09 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:BLUE LOGIC | SIGHT OF LIGHT |
Friday 29th September 2017 4:53 pm
avoiding the early morning alarm call
we cram ourselves into each other’s warmth
beneath the blankets and unspoken words
hovering birdlike in thought in dewy air
so, shall I sing this morning in
or wait another while?
shall I steal your dreaming
or make you smile?
but I know not what leaps through your head
what early morning hopes and fears tease you
my own are whispere...
Friday 29th September 2017 2:03 pm
Also by Colin Hill:There were times | man in motor / supermarket car park (take 2) | at the sink | crap poem written in a supermarket car park | Summer Broken | a peculiar feeling | The Sidestep Shuffle | Wishful Thinking |
Sitting here drinking coffee
Watching as people scurry
From one place to another
Little time for each other
Empathy and compassion lacking
From their schedule hardly slacking
I often wonder how they would react
To the ultimate siren's wail in fact
Would they re-discover their humanity
Would their behaviour change suddenly
Would they rush to the ones they love
Would they raise their ey...
Friday 29th September 2017 12:54 pm
Also by Duncan McKenzie Ross:Sob Story? | All Will Be Done | Examinationes Incidamus ( Inferna pars quinque) | Metus (Inferna pars tres) | Solitudinum (Inferna pars septem) | Untitled | Mortal Curiousity | Legacy | Mortem |
Friday 29th September 2017 12:24 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:No one hears | Words | RETROSPECTIVE |
Moving back and forth
round and round the merry go round
the whisper it glimmers
but never seems to shine
I feel the heat of the ice in my shoes
I hate the feel of ice in my shoes
but love the feel of heat
The whispers are calling
round and round the sorrows go round
The east for the rich
the west for the vain
Friday 29th September 2017 10:29 am
Life throws us around
surrounds us with confusion
The puzzles untwist
showing a list of could be's
They reveal themselves...
Could it be
That I have
walked into the magic place
For there he is
the one that I was looking for
the one that was looking for me
Could it be
This was meant to be
just as it was
Friday 29th September 2017 6:05 am
Also by lynn hahn:SWEET COURTER | WHAT'S UP WITH THAT? | YOUTH AT MY DOOR | PEDESTAL |
My mind has become a livid waste,
Blinding sunlight yet shrouded in clouds of melancholy gray,
I simply cannot put into words how low I feel today,
I have this beast that haunts my dreams,
It resembles your face and I can't escape it,
I fucking loathe this feeling and I've done everything I can to rid myself of your memory,
Witness the rope burn around my ...
Friday 29th September 2017 5:18 am
I see you trying but its not enough
I need more than this
You won't move an inch
So why get upset when someone else does?
Am I supposed to be content with your breadcrumbs forever?
Adults shouldnt have to be told how to behave
I never pretended that I would wait forever
And you never pretended to care
Friday 29th September 2017 12:34 am
Also by Wardah:Mirage | Come what may | Mind Games |
The first leaves burnish
under late September warmth,
already the flayed canopy
is shot through with sun spears,
laser fine, a brilliant
the mute gold shadows,
a last huzzah of light
charges the lifeless underbrush
the crown falls.
© Graham Sherwood 09/2017
Thursday 28th September 2017 10:39 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Mabon | Koan on Sound | Palindromic Piddling | Koan on Emotion | Camino Haibun | So Haiku |
We went to a gastro pub to celebrate your birthday
We sat among the sunken silly jolly faces
All with their remembrances of former years
When they felt better about themselves
Or so they say
There’s the loud one
The opinionated one filled with facts about this
And about that
There’s the woman whose always in awe
Or is she just pretending
Because the man sitting oppo...
Thursday 28th September 2017 10:36 pm
Also by Martin Elder:cracked | Rested |
My opinion doesn't matter so therefore I don't matter
The little me thought long ago when she was close to invisible in a room full of familiar faces
When she, I, was sad and cried alone in the dark not wanting to add on to the family problems
Because I knew enough to know we weren't fine
So I waited until it was time to speak that time never came
And I was still silent bearing with...
Thursday 28th September 2017 7:16 pm
Thursday 28th September 2017 5:03 pm
Also by David T Jones:Forgetting the air | The wandering ash and wondering crow | Calendars clocks and snapshots |
I’ve seen you enveloped in passion
Entranced and wandering aimlessly
In all consuming lust as you fold
Into taut skin stretched over
A well-tuned bicep shimmering
With the sweat of ones who
Would possess you,
Confiscate your love,
Loyalty, lust, passion, devotion,
Breasts, lips, thighs,
And even your new mountain bike.
I’ve seen you capitulate to complete
Thursday 28th September 2017 12:35 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Waking Life | History of Philosophy in Rhyming Quatrains - the ancients | Love Like a Cliche |
There was life, it seemed, in the Estuary
the flats blistered bubbles that rose and burst like gasps
brackish pools guarded poking razor clams
and whispering whelks
gulls paddled respectfully around the lumpy porpoise
I shielded my eyes
tapped a stone in time with their crys
saw the lumpy porpoise nudged by rising tide
like wrung and twisted Estuary birds afloat by fruitless oyster beds
Thursday 28th September 2017 11:37 am
I‘ve fallen for another man
A man that I would marry;
And though I know I never can
I’ve lost my heart to Harry.
Hats off to Harry; he’ll break your heart
He’ll take your best defence and tear it apart
Our home-grown guy will make you others cry cry cry
Hat-trick Harry’s hit the net again.
In Autumn and in Springtime too
Or winter when it’s raining
You know ...
Thursday 28th September 2017 10:17 am
Also by John Coopey:TIPS FOR THE NEWLY MARRIED MAN | CROSSROADS MOTEL | BAD BISKIT BLUES | OPEN MICS | MENDICANTS |
The God I know would have it this way,
if he could, the world at one remove,
observable from every angle, four-square,
with no one, not even yourself, above
suspicion, or out of reach. The flowers twitch
nervously. They know they are being watched.
I have made appointments. The cat is Beria.
I watch her carry out interrogations
on sparrows down to the last morsel,
for which she shall ...
Thursday 28th September 2017 8:12 am
Also by Tony Hill:SKIMMERS |
I awoke in the Gladlands.
Paralytic with joy.
My blood hummed in my ears to the tune of
a jolly heart banging its big crimson drum.
I jived,jigged and jitterbugged.
A St Vitus dance of jubilance.
My eyeballs stretched with the beauty of trees dipped in honey and rose gold hues,
curtseying low with apples fleshy and fragrant with knowledge.
The flowers unfurled their petals ...
Thursday 28th September 2017 1:29 am
Also by Patricia Hughes:Listen | The Art Of Smiling |
almost crashing into a concrete barrier late at night while thinking about the recent death of someone i didn't really deserve to know (09/27/2017)
sleep, don't wake me:
If I could paint
I would these half closed blinds, lit and peering by paranoid neighbors, half asleep: half in a dream, an abductee of a frozen frame, a refugee caught in a dried and rotting wooden square
if I could paint you'd be a sunset
long since gone, but whose laughter echoes in the dark
stark as halogen lamps
ark buzzing the shell of life into these streets,
Thursday 28th September 2017 12:37 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:kuro silica (09/24/2017) | waves of thomas (09/14/2017) | how are you? (09/15/2017) | allusion III (09/17/2017) | cowboy relic (09/17/2017) |
The state and the privilege,
we are positioned in
they have envisioned is
grave and it’s sickening,
broke people living in
droves, with no businesses,
hopeless, addicted and
broken afflicted in
No-one will say that I’ve spoken too quick with this…
All the genes receded, all the pleading to police, all the needy people, the greedy sheep,
5 times a...
Wednesday 27th September 2017 11:33 pm
Also by Ferris Taylor:Sonnet about Love | Parents (not mine) | Bloggyblogblog | 5:30 am Ghazal | Hail/Hail | Thoughts of a Sad Person | Stepping Over Homeless People to Buy Kebabs on Gosport High-Street | Ladies and Gentlemen, Flies and Spiders | Fun Rhyming/ Black Eyes |
There's no end tonight.
Sat at the same desk
waiting for the next chapter to walk in
but nothings moving
just the aspidistra nodding
to the tireless fan,
the Venetian blinds
blowing the scent of
rain soaked streets.
Down below the street lights
change to noone.
A single green light blinks
In the direction of the harbour.
An ant crosses the great plains of my desk.
I sit back and writ...
Wednesday 27th September 2017 10:45 pm
Also by Tom Harding:First Snow | 2.38 am | The Moon Tonight |
Slowly you disappear into the past,
yet you are buried in my thoughts which I'm forcing to last.
Everything that you do,
finds a way to touch my heart,
and every word you say,
shows the beauty of your art.
Your bleached white hair,
cute little nose,
an honest representation of your soul.
You say you want to give up,
but you don't have to go.
You're not alone, nor will yo...
Wednesday 27th September 2017 7:55 pm
Wednesday 27th September 2017 6:23 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:LEAVES AND LIVES | HOT (AND COLD) AIR | PONDER THIS (2) | PONDER THIS! | THE PROPERTY DEVELOPER - 2017 | WHEN YOU WALKED INTO MY LIFE - audio reprise |
‘If you make me Emperor,’ Hadrian declared,
‘I will build a wall in Britain,
from the west coast to the east,
to keep out those marauding Scots
who come to steal our sheep.’
The partisan crowd roared in approval,
but the left wing press were less enamoured
of this charismatic campaigner.
He came, he saw, he’s bonkers!
was the headline in the Mercury,
while the Herald ran with Emperor Mad...
Wednesday 27th September 2017 4:09 pm
Fireflies on a summer's night
Are a wondrous sight
Flitting from weed to flower
Casting long across the lawn
To a far bed of blossoms and herbs
flashing … flashing ...
their little lanterns.
Reflected in our eyes grown wide
Our mouths little tunnels of 'OOOH!'
We watch, silent as grass
As twilight deepens
And the tiny bugs pass
Wednesday 27th September 2017 1:08 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:WAR KIDS (Prime Parental Reproofs) |
Wednesday 27th September 2017 9:19 am
Also by David Lindsay:Jack and the Beanstalk | Revenge | Cinderella |
A white t-shirt that goes to my thighs.
And covers my genitals when my arms aren't raised.
Is a convenient and useful tool that you can have in your very own home!
Be a fashion trend in your own house, show your bathroom mirror what style really means!
Pair with moderate acne and puffy eyes for that special flare of originality!
Wednesday 27th September 2017 8:29 am
Also by Connor Lannes:A Hunger | A Triadic Structure of Depression | I Have A Fetish For Escapism |
What did I do?
I'm sorry I hurt you.
I've never been this sorry
Like a sky so starry
You're the light to my night
You're the courage to my fright
And I've cast you away
Thrown you to the fray
And I'll do whatever
Whatever you want forever
Anything to get you back
Because my life's gone slack
And I need you
Your every blue
I need your smile
To cover my ...
Wednesday 27th September 2017 7:58 am
Also by Silverrust:Bow chicka wow wow | Sins which we are | All I have | Please don't leave |
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