Poetry Blogs (Jan 2018)
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The lie is that
I'll step away.
Tricks to make myself
second guess and forgo my fall.
The truth is that
welcome this heavy heart.
These arms of mine.
Wednesday 31st January 2018 11:14 pm
Also by JfingHendrix:I'm rad. | Vessel Building 101 | 11/28/17 | An Exchange | live for my applause | next steps | 11/29/17 | little boys in little girl sweaters | Peace! | for now | (in)decent exposure |
An Orderly Woman
Every week was planned
with every day given an allotted task
She was indeed a creature of habit
always dressed according to the job in hand
Mondays were spent enwrapped
amongst sheets, dresses and underwear
Soap powder, dolly blue and the Burco boiler
and soon the garden lines became like bunting
Tuesdays she stood before the ironing board
Wednesday 31st January 2018 9:09 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Royal Box | A Living Creation | The Numinous | Waiting | He is...... | Retreat | The Two Valleys | Loneliness | Enraged | Nightfall |
If your image of happiness
Is two people making love on a couch
What a sad lonely existence
You're going to have
So save yourself from this image
Love isn't about sex
If you think it is then you're just in lust
So save yourself in this chemical
All your friends are catching but it's not always that good
So save yourself from this image
Love shouldn't be the image on a screen
Wednesday 31st January 2018 8:46 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Words of The Waiting Man 3 | Words of The Waiting Man 2 | Firefly 3 War For Love | April | Chapter 2 Mr. Depression and レディ 死 | Chapter 1 Mr Depression Lust | Ghsot | Rotting Into | Corpse | Only Hollow | The Last Chapter | Empty | Burning Bright | Romantically Drifting |
I can tell you exactly when it happened. I was sat on one of those plasticy leatherette chairs. You know the ones, they have them in all hospitals, they're easy to wipe clean if someone has a little accident. I had my hand clasped about my wife's fingers and though I knew I was squeezing them too hard she didn't complain.
She, the doctor that is, or should I say consultant? Anyway, she leant in...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 4:43 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:PRETTY PINK |
I'm sitting in purgatory
A deserving end
To my shitty story
You think you know who I am
But you don't know what I've done
Some call me the devil
Some call me his forgotten son
I'll take your heart at the start
And say you have mine
Once you realize I'm empty
I'll leave you all alone, crying
I've done a thing or two
That I can't say I regret
I'll dig into your memories
Make it impossi...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 2:23 pm
Also by Nick:No Title. | Best Friends Forever. | Not A Poem, I Just Don't Want To Forget. | Your Unread Letter. | No Questions Answered. | Tiny Round Friends. |
when barbequing in a mates garden
with Budlite's and burgers
laughing and wasp swatting
his mother would scowl
through the kitchen window
at our inebriated gesticulations
gradually tiring us all out
enough to leave
that was always the time
she would appear
pushing through departing friends
to at last stake her claim
Wednesday 31st January 2018 1:40 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:oh yeah! that's him all wrong alright! | STEWING | LITTLE hitlers | bad signs of the times | farewell flea-pit | Once upon a time in Princes gate when I saw heroism in full magnificent flow | unsure prodigal | on hearing a memory | me-an ugly and crap harmonica player | oh! the poor little rapists lets not forget THEIR rights! | unfocused | going with the grain in more than one way ( an anti-plastic poem) | Nature in the dock | my unhappy bunny | lamenting good and bad intentions | march of the Paedo's | for the cuckoo land tourist | haikube |
The blazing embers of a winter sun
sink below the distant horizon,
as streetlights claim approaching night.
A solitary shopper treads the rain-sheened pavement,
hunched against the evening chill.
The drizzle has stopped for now,
promising to return, reinvigorated,
from the covering cloud
that attempts to veil the sunset.
Hands in pockets, hair bedraggled,
Wednesday 31st January 2018 10:10 am
Also by Trevor Alexander:Fromage Hommage |
Blink my soft green eyes
and there you are
than a blue star
You fill my heart with sunshine
warmer than a June day
I never want to be away...
by lynn hahn
Wednesday 31st January 2018 8:51 am
I love you Donald Trump
Not because you are beautiful or smart
or because you are generous or kind
Not because we like the same kinds of music
or because we have much in common at all.
I love you Donald Trump
Not like I love my father, or my best friend
Not like I love my heroes.
I do not love the things you do
I do not love how you govern
and I do not love th...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 6:44 am
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Wishing I Were Sad |
Traits genetically tailored, we're meant to feel like failures
Hopes to be better than the last are stored away in the past
Dreams thrown out the window as complications crescendo
Girls sacrafice their dresses to ace their math tests
Life seems to be easy but struggles are masked wth Febreeze
My words and ideas seem to be invisible but maybe if they listened they would know I'm not ...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 6:42 am
Also by Doris:Awry | ? |
"I love you"-- laboratory euphoria
crossing stars and sparks,
bridging blackouts and cold sweats
and pleas that I come to bed
"I love you" -- biting feeding hands
and still you feed me,
nourish me, hold me
and push us to grow
in the well tilled garden of one another
"I love you"-- oil slick Oceana clearing ,
chasing the sunset,
healing by eternity ;
it feels like my lungs were made to ...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 12:31 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:half tilt (1/18/2018) | inplanted future (01/18/2017) |
I run up against edges
of your tight reality
wall-to-wall carpet and concrete
I hold it, bend it
rewrite it try to forget it
I don't trust my
memories of it
yet here I am again
In front of it
I start talking back
to the elevator
Wednesday 31st January 2018 12:12 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Thoughts in the uber | Negotiating Curves | Childhood in the Woods | Am Wasser gebaut | Emanuelle Can’t | Pink Money | Rare | Meeting People Upside Down | New |
When you create
You start doing that for your joy
Then you doing that to share your joy with others
After that you realise this is who you are
And this is what you came here for...to Create
Joy of creating and sharing with others
It's inseparable part of our existence
Most beautiful creations comes from Heart
There for th...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:56 pm
Also by Artur Hulboj:Elements with in You | Healing journey ( song ) | Be Here Now | We are one! | Silent language | Driven by the moment | Conditional artist | Faith | Transformation | Face of love |
Life is a mixed open prison
with one way in and one way out.
Some have bigger more comfortable cells,
but all suffer confinement
with variations of refinement.
So make the best of it -
bring your trinkets to the ball;
try to make your stay comfortable,
be friends with the gaoler
if it helps.
If you run screaming round the grounds
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:09 pm
Also by ray pool:DISASTER CAST | RESENTMENT | DIRTY WASHING ONLINE | AMNESTY | NIGHT VIGIL | WEAPONRY | MUMMY AND DADDY |
Wednesday afternoon the school Bell rings,
Some students were filled with joy of springs,
For now was the period of library,
With books would we make merry,
Searching for book to get immersed in our fantasy,
What a joy it was to read! (2)
Adventure, suspense, murder mysteries,
And how can I forget the 'Agatha Christies'.
The smell of the books so nostalgic,
For no price in the...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 5:25 pm
the sun gleams as i open my eyes,
no words could have described it,
to wake up with a warm feeling inside ,
its a wonderful feeling i admit.
how wierd it is how the silence awkens,
no traffic to disterb the sound,
whilst mums cooking the bacons,
making sure its crispy and brown
Tuesday 30th January 2018 3:50 pm
Also by Jessica jade:new start |
What a joy
What a joy
My little nephew,
Two decades back
When a guest here
A ride on
A piggy shoulder
Who used to enjoy,
To whom I bought
A motley toy
Out of himself
Made a brilliant boy.
“As per my choice
Could you buy me a donkey
Or a could you allow me
When we go to
The squalid market square
Or the nearby church?”
Is his nic...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 2:11 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:They cross fertilize | Doing Bad To Good End | Do in Rome as Romans do | You have to pay for a deaf ear |
My rhyming couplet
-at the metre's expence-
is knowing the difference
if this makes sence-
is when to use when
when to use whence.
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:16 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Wipers (D minor) | Ancient ruin | Inebriation | Lissy |
Is like a cabbage
Your need to strip back the outer leaves
The vibrant green is just for show
The sweet and tender flavours
Are developed deep below
It’s not for everyone, but it’s versatile
It can stew, can be raw
Fundamentally they’re identical
The heart lies at the core
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:11 am
Also by Albert Van Skywalker:Sonnet M | Paddock | My Fungal Nail Infection | Gym Gigolo | Caught Short | Bumble | Mrs Day | The Laureate of Levenshulme | Evening News | Destiny | COYWM | Hopeless Romantic | Crocodile Tears | The Return of 7:22 (at 7:27 ) |
Stop Pussyfooting around .When will you stand up to the Rich with their feet in the trough . Big enough and better Our Country is Drownding . Remoaners let all others walk all over us then Expect us to put up with the scum of the Earth . Just to look good on paper . Just to look good in their life . Please help the needy by all means . But not the scum of the World . Take over take Charge make u...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 7:57 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Yorkshire Passion | Troubles Shared | Pretence | Yorkshire way | Donald Trump | OOP'S I'm In A Mesh |
Why is it so much harder to be ok than it is to not
Why does the darkness seem so safe
All i want is to not be ok
All i want is to give up, throw in the towel
I don't want to have to fight for the light or that breath of fresh air
I don't want to fight for all the crap she took from me
She can take back what she gave me instead
She kept everything i needed and left me with ev...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 3:57 am
Also by Kristy:My Biggest Fear | It's Been a Year | He is the Sunrise | The Cactus in the Kaleidoscope | The Dark Abyss | The Reset Button | The Eye of the Storm | It's 4 am |
Why do you get to be okay
while I struggle to breathe.
Why do I have to see your face,
and see the same brown eyes that forced me down.
Why can’t I feel clean,
no matter how hard I scrub.
Why do I still feel your hands,
no matter how much I try to forget your toxic touch.
Why do you get to laugh,
while I fall apart trying to survive with this.
Why do I have to suffer ...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 1:27 am
I'm not invincible
You're just weaker than you think
You didn't strike a fatal blow
You saw me fall I hit the ground hard
But I got up ready for round two
I'm not invincible
I just learned to survive everything
To embrace every drop of blood
Saw the beauty in my bruises
The symphony of my bones cracking
And I still knew I would win
I'm not invincible
Monday 29th January 2018 10:46 pm
It is all as stone
As the shadows pass
Withering to the new
For forlorn wishes have
ripened into empty hands;
emptied of futures worth
A passage back to the forgotten
So they may think anew
With wit and guile to triumph
To carve their day in stone.
Monday 29th January 2018 9:56 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Path | Edge the hog | Pilgrims Choice | As the crow flies | Grey Moon | Deeper | Dead Anger Haunts | Lamp | Sound in the silence |
What is our purpose?
I’m I just here to provide or bring my people mental genocide.
We live in a climate that is so divisive
I feel like most races are pulling on each other like a pair of vise grips.
They say time waits for no one this is true
But if it did you have to ask yourself would it wait for you
What has been your contribution to bring about change?
I don’t mean like...
Monday 29th January 2018 8:09 pm
He will be anything I want him to be.
He says it keeps the mystery.
A passionate prose or rhythmic rhyme.
I am captivated and entwined.
Within the lines of what he writes
I find my self awake at night.
I want to feel his gentle kiss.
His fingers pressed against my skin.
I want his tongue to trail away,
To my bud where it can play.
Roaming round till it may find...
Monday 29th January 2018 8:07 pm
Also by leanne taylor:I just close my eyes. | Snake | Stranger | Denied. | You break me to my core. | Mama (response to Daughter by Sybil Ruth) |
We live in and for the moment
In it, as the tomorrow doesn’t exist
But, as we shall plan for the future
Closing our eyes
Waking up to the unexpected
But each day must be enjoyed
Long lived, as we know we can see tomorrow
Before blinking our eyes
Build a castle today
In the present
Plan to have even if you don’t wake up tomorrow
Monday 29th January 2018 4:30 pm
Also by sasha:Smile | Half A Rainbow | Foggy Ways | Brain over Heart | Fantasy | Homeless Love | Friendship at the Door | Just Me | Cruel world | First High | Something old Something new | Infection | Coach BS | Cake | Seasons | Personality | Loving a man | Compromise | The Dish |
Jerez de la Frontera
In the catherdral shadow
a woman peels limes
then washes them
at the blue fountain
as an angry sun burns
shapes on stone.
From dark passages
a bright guitar
emerges into afternoon,
across the water
like momentary fish.
It predicts your path
past broken balconies,
ragged skirts, ...
Monday 29th January 2018 3:47 pm
Also by john short:LOVE AND LOBSTERS |
The sand was always hot
beside the white dunes and the coarse grass
The sea was always blue
between the black rocks and the horizon haze
The beach was always ours
between the seagull shout and the distant crowd
We were always alone
between the far world and our near union
Monday 29th January 2018 11:59 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Rooms | The Poet's Problem | Hen dŷ | Trout | Prometheus Redux |
red fluids of ancestry
into us both
within the same womb
now binds us
and is ours alone
we were those seeds
garden of birth
to become flowers
Monday 29th January 2018 11:07 am
Also by Rose Casserley:Edens fools | an opinion for consideration | periods of zilch | Forgive him (Mr X) Father | and they call this SPORT! | snobby brother | my goodbye friend | strange singer | heartistically | New Years dishonoured list | one HELL of a mistake |
I told you that I wanted to have a baby.
You assumed it was because I needed a new play thing,
or that I needed more attention for myself.
I wanted a baby
because that meant that a part of you
would have to love me forever.
Monday 29th January 2018 5:58 am
Also by Maria Renea:Sketch Diary |
O! daughter dear, on this mid-western afternoon,
When I can see all the way to Sacremento, I cry
For you, Ariel-blue, in all your golden-girlhood
Too lovely for a life of pettiness and sin were you
You caught a boat to England, never returned.
My heart burns for an extraordinary Jew like you,
Beautifully clever Ariel-blue. And, maybe I didn’t talk
To you like I yearned and wa...
Sunday 28th January 2018 11:40 pm
Also by John E Marks:These Uncomfortable Truths | Gorffwysfa | Carmel |
(A re-post for International Holocaust Day. In 2011 John Demjanjuk, a retired car-worker in Ohio originally from the Ukraine, was deported to and convicted in Germany of war crimes he committed while working as a guard for the Nazis at Sobibor concentration camp. It has always struck me that our precious principles are cheap until upholding them comes at a cost).
They took us near Vinnyt...
Sunday 28th January 2018 8:41 pm
Also by John Coopey:EMBRASING DIVERSITY | NIGHTS IN PRESTATYN | WRITE OUT LOUD WOMEN BLUES | A WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN | THE POET'S RANT - A TRIOLET | I WHINGE AND WHINE |
It can take time to get
My inner people moving in the morning
Like an old car on a cold frosty day
Where the windows have to be
Scraped and brushed
then the engine starts
Sometimes with several turns of the key
In order for a breath of life to start
The action of working in my mind
Where cogs turn
And fingers hit the keys
The frost and mist meltin...
Sunday 28th January 2018 3:11 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Who is the fairest | What if | is he |
Hear my words listen to me closely I will take things slow.
This will go quite easy as long as you give up control.
I believe you want this deep down you can't wait to please, I would rather it be me another might not be as gentle you see.
When it's my voice you hear do as I say.
I will take care as orders I give increase our pleasure with little to no pain.
I offer you that wh...
Sunday 28th January 2018 2:41 pm
Also by Michael Rios:Frailty | Life | Trials | Song of the soul | Anxiety of feelings | Fate | One last night |
I need to be honest with you about something i've been keeping from you.
I'm not see threw so I know how easy it is to keep things from you. Our first time through was rough and I really messed up too. I'm a liar. I would deny in hope that I wouldn't hurt you . In return it hurt me and made it even worse for you. As hard as it is for me to say, but I had a one night stand without you. Drunken to ...
Sunday 28th January 2018 5:35 am
Also by Jacob Martin:Closure |
To long we focused on getting here now you want to take your time
No lets take it off now put your problems on the floor let our bodies go to war some how when you lay next to
My body reaches its exctasy I feel pleasure in the way w eundress and stare into each others vanity.. you see my vulnerablities and make my mind go weak
But thats not enough lay down let my warmth envelope yours a...
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:42 am
Also by Jay:Poetry |
I came across with a dead rose.
How impure and crooked it seemed.
Deteriorated without the life it once had.
I kept walking with it, holding it with my right hand.
How sad it was to see a rose like that.
Where once it was bright red,
now it’s only a brown looking thing with nothing left.
I kept walking with the dead rose,
a sad rose with no thorns.
Until the path ended i...
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:20 am
Im not skinny, while other girls are dimes, im a penny, I have my shine, tho its not brand new, im worth something, but only to those distracted by whats shiny, I'm far from tiny or petite, my waist line is repulsive to some and somedays that someones me, I may never be enough, I've had it made, and have survived when times grew tough, not given up, I just grow bitter when i see my fluff, even if ...
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:03 am
Also by Myescape:no more repeats. | lovers part |
Shards of Broken Glass lie on the floor those of which used to be the remains of a glass vase. Drops of blood seeping into the wooden floor with those same drops of blood I watch as they soak into the white painted walls. I stand there watching as you struggle to soak up the red substance known as blood with a towel. As I lay there I wonder how could he believe her? A heated argument turned sour i...
Sunday 28th January 2018 3:26 am
Please take all your belongs with you
When leaving earth
Collect all your troubles
Pack them tight
As your leaving tonight
Remember when you loved once
Count each one of them,
On the last breath,
Don’t miss any out
No matter how small
Please take all of them with you
When leaving this life
Saturday 27th January 2018 9:53 pm
visiting the chelsea hotel
we walk along the hudson river climb
onto the highline where monarchs swarm
purple verbenas and dry grass
cross block on block heart in mouth
walk don’t walk yellow taxi traffic horns
count down the numbers on west 25
spot the red brick high rise one time
‘world’s tallest building’
ventilator shaft intubates basement window
the building pegged by scaffoldin...
Saturday 27th January 2018 8:04 pm
Saturday 27th January 2018 4:13 pm
Also by Kcinroc Drahcir:Devil wears Gucci | United | Master Sleeper |
I commit my thoughts to the ocean,
Mysterious, beyond my gaze
Free, without emotion.
Silent wild and thunderous
Cavernous and gaping,
Still beneath a placid haze,
Wondrous and knowing.
Above a gaping horizon
Wide clouds hang overweight
And gather for the union,
Before the plunge, inflate.
At the coast, ad infinitum
Saturday 27th January 2018 3:32 pm
It's happened, it really has
I swear what I say is true
I've never been more relieved
My god, I'm over you
Saturday 27th January 2018 2:52 pm
Also by Charlotte Bergman:Darling | Storm | Sickness | Empty | A winters tale | Dreamless sleep | Song | Just because | Rarest gold |
you have only a week to live!
Then you wake up
its all been a bad dream.
you are not yourself
when you just sit there finding fault
with the tiniest of problems in life.
© Patricia Wilde 27/01/2018
Saturday 27th January 2018 1:29 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:facing redundancy | Duping the duper | HEY LOOK! ITS US ON HERE ENJOYING OURSELVES AGAIN/ AWHILE! | Mr Dark and I | precious number nine | trainee shopper | my disappearing role in disappearances | in corridors of after light |
Caught in these struggles
Like water finding its way
We will endeavor
Chasing his father
Walking within his footsteps
He lives in shadows
Walking on imported air
Gracefully they move
Like Elephants swimming free
Above earth’s trappings
Saturday 27th January 2018 9:39 am
Also by 220August:Love should always be fashioned in pairs | Walk With me At A Distance | But For The Dripping | Be Still Be Wild | Above it all | Oh what express – what | Playing Charades with the Clouds | Aurora Slept for Hours | Have You Seen My Wayfaring Father | The Pessimist | She only ever kisses me goodbye | Kill the winter - Sun shine on | Bullets from the soul (New Year's Resolutions) | Autumn Changes Me |
Anger has claws
snagged across bone
pierced along gut
= = = =
Sadness has a depth
flooding the pathway
swamping the roots
= = = =
His pace knows no footsteps
shows no sign in snow
he is immobile
= = = =
winter easily discovers his hiding
trees are bare — nowhere to vanish
Saturday 27th January 2018 8:46 am
Also by Douglas MacGowan:Echo | 4 haiku | 1980 | Grave | Magic | DNA Test | Legacy | a (hopefully) funny poem for Edward Gorey | Happiness | Mea culpa | TRAVERSE | FOUR | The Grey Boy | The Beautiful Men | FIVE |
I’m a little bit scared
Of falling in love
Of not being able or capable to love
Of taking chances
Of who I might me
I don’t know how much more
I can give or go through
I’m a little bit scared
I was so very satisfied you see
I never meant for it to develop so rapidly
When I’m up there on a pedestal
No one understands how much I give
Or knows how it all aff...
Saturday 27th January 2018 12:51 am
Also by Rick Varden:Restoration | Old Man Young Love | VIRTUAL UNREALITY | The Salubrious Mr Stevens | AIR ON THE G STRING | FANNY ARLINGTON | Does Anyone Like Me? | MY GANG | Lady Desiree |
Les Pennington had a cracking cricket bat
and it doubled as a bazooka which was good
it wasn’t one of those cheap efforts from Woolies
it was made from good mature willow wood
he’d got it from Kay’s which was quite ironic
as they sold mainly ex-army and military bits
i never dared ask where he got the money from
but he’d bought it second-hand for 10 and 6
Friday 26th January 2018 11:51 pm
Also by J R Harris:Summer - Time | The fools at the end of the Pier | Susan | Mesnes Park; Wigan’s Jewel in the Crown | Dust: an observation | Haigh Plantations: 1860 to 2017; games, nature and Phytophthora ramorum | The Westwood Cooling Towers – Execution Day |