Poetry Blogs (Apr 2018)
Winter had arrived
after the rain…
The sounds of their footsteps
on the softened ground
Beyond the window pane…
In bed…Half sleep,
with the fresh winter light
warmly caressing his face…
Softly kissing his lips…
The artist wished for a dream…
Monday 30th April 2018 11:36 pm
Also by Xoanxo:The wall |
Long ago, I had a friend who traded, her heart for mine. It's now been paraded for all to see. The choice was mine. The choice was hers. They say have no regrets, full stories seem not to be told. I took heed of your warnings, I welcome your light and peace. Do not speak of me so. For in doing so you diminish who you are. You were a messenger in a time of need. Do not judge me for past mis...
Monday 30th April 2018 11:19 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Vows. | Words.... | Healing. | Salvation. - prose | Angel wings | The Secret - prose | Quote | Angel 3 | Quietness. | Boats in the night. | New horizons | Serendipity | Angel 2 | Thank you | Little do you know | Rain drops, | Pages. | Love Set you going. | If Only | For Fundraisers | Pamela Anderson, |
I wish that we could be together
But it looks like we're just getting colder
I should probably put on my leather
Or maybe I should just write a letter
Love is pretty evil you should believe me
But I still leave my key under the rug
For the day that she comes home
Or the day that the sea rises up
She knows that she has a place to go
I like the divorce myself in the drive that I have
Monday 30th April 2018 10:36 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Words of The Waiting Man Prologue | Little Crow Versus Firefly | Little Video | November | Imaginary Friends | Doctor, Doctor | Little Bracelet | Cancer | The Man Who Loses Everything | Whispering Willows | Protect You | Warm Up | Young Thief | All Alone | Absolute | Just Another Night (lyrics it's not a poem.) | Khantilian | Promise (lyrics for a song I'm working on.) | I've Already Made This Poem | Homegrown Pain | Words of The Waiting Man 9 | Cannaibal | Aza'timohgo The Feeder | Ye | Wendigo (This is a story.) | Enchanted Desolate | Drwoning Self Worth | Another Sad Song (Lyrics.) | Pros of a Broken Heart | Vow 2 | Bravo lime Oscar Oscar delta | Mama | Autumn Wind | The Raven | The House I burn Down (Death Part 3) | The House Sister Hates(Death Part 2) | The House That Father Built (Death Part 1) | Ashes, Ashes | Beautiful Storm | Deep Red | MLA | By Hellogoodbye - Here (In Your Arms) | H,O,P,E | Rambling of A Madman | Dope Died For | What's Real Anymore? | I Can't Breath. | My Twisted Side | Devil In a Suit | The Ghost | In Her Honor | Ghost | Pine Sap | My Family Misses You (Lyrics) | The Friction In your Mood | Nothing Like You | Because of Her | Monster | The Walk | The Devil Son (lyrics) | Unconditional | I'm Drunk And Will Always Love Her |
The tulips are in bloom!
I am in great joy
because of you!
Monday 30th April 2018 9:24 pm
Also by Sofia Urquiza:Poets | Transparency |
That picture of you and me,
in Cyprus under the rocky lemon tree.
Before the hurt before the pain,
on arid ground that felt no rain.
Up from the sea where we baptised our love
made it sacred, seared with salt,
our lives in line
without the fault
I touch the treasured photograph
as tenderly as light
the one true thing worth living for
that faded into night...
Monday 30th April 2018 9:04 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Hänschen klein | The illusion of freedom | Southwark | Take these eyes | Gods most beautiful creation | When the truth breaks free | Aspirations limitations | SAD (Seasonal affective disorder) | A message | What dead grunts might think | Night flight | Meeting Ali Baba | Meeting Ali Baba | The transparency of species | Too horrific to title |
The veiled woman holding the baby
Stands hands outstretched asking for money.
'Change, change' she says
'Give you give'
Ninety nine per cent of people pass by,
But I stop.
Her eyes meet mine
I want to say
Take your child to Social Services,
Don't beg on the street.
But as I look I feel a long ago memory that isn't even mine.
I hear the sound of...
Monday 30th April 2018 8:43 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The New Love | The Tree |
Lose no hope
Monday, April 30, 2018
God takes the test
and gives you rest
it will be the best he can offer
so later on, you suffer less
the body is prone to decay
and the death may have the sway
but nothing is taken away
without his wish and stays
you may recover soon
and come back with the boom
there is still room
and reason for yo...
Monday 30th April 2018 5:42 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:First time love | Own writer | Yes, speak | The distant mirage | Freedom Won | The poet never dies | Means a lot | Miss me not | The happiness is | The prayers are | Who is an enemy? | Remember an old | I loved | So many questions | Madeeha Gauhar | The world is open | Nice people struggle | The destiny and after | Poetry for peace | The feather in a cap | good to learn | Thank you, Prime minister | When darkness descends | Don't rob her | Attack on the judiciary | Let us utter | Beyond the boundaries | No shame on all | Love, no poetry | It is no good | The friendversary | The need for an hour | No need to fear | Sunshine | I shall not be cowed | Going to be | No possibility | We may call | What an amusement ! | Women's role | You will know | Yes, lot more | Right or wrong | Yes, we were | No one can say | What is poetry for | The life story | Let us not shed | How to remain | One must pick | Vast difference in | Love overcomes | I love her smile | No stoppage | Shame on our origin | Unfit to be human | What for am I? | Be silent | I will tell you about | I may not | An artist | Mothers come out | Mind is ..... | You kill | What to see ! | Total reflection | Their funeral | Life is not a problem | International anthology for peace | I may say | If i was a poet | O death! beware | O death! beware | No escape | The sun...A reality | Not only big | Within me here | No misunderstanding | As a golden day | Doesn't matter | Love and beleive | Decency code | I share it honestly | No, I never knew | ifs and buts there | I hear from | Not forgotten at all | Whether true or not | One must say | The poet everywhere | An ordinary woman | Don't prove me wrong | Lies help nowhere | You are right here | Life! teach me | Only link | Not reached | Tears call | Wrong notion | Only lady star | Strange accusations | Return to mother | Thank God | The soul travels | Watch keenly | We die | Oh! our future | Wildfire | With appreciative words | For humanity | Compare souls | With the hope | I feel at home with | Little hut | Fair enough | Simple in behavior | Create an anarchy | Who is to be blamed? | Ring the bell |
You not going anywhere
I’m not going anywhere
So what can you fuck up...
How bout the possibilities
Of what’s to come
If we become
My past life
Now interfering with my now
I carry old wounds
Scars from her
Not wanting them
To become you
Monday 30th April 2018 3:58 pm
To the bog again,
with the ghosts of forefathers looking on,
surveying the task before them.
Along the turf face, the marks of the sleán,
slim, practised cuts,
a tribute to skills passed down the generations
who have worked this land
Still-damp turves to turn,
dry stacks to gather in.
Fuel to stave off the cruel winter about to come.
Fuel to feed the...
Monday 30th April 2018 3:00 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Pizza | Postcard | Shakespeare | Election | Mo Salah | Weather | The Bus Is Out Of Control | That Moment | Falling Star | Less | Footsteps | Ghost | Lascivious | The Builder | Inconsequential Man | Car Of His Dreams | Spring | Conversations | The Flowers | Marbles | Old Lady | Old Man | NaPoWriMo | ‘Cross The Styx | Shady | Happiness Is… | Misery Guts | Comb-over King | I Will Not Be There |
To some it's just a bed,
Somewhere to sleep in oblivion,
when to the world we're dead.
it's something else
A magic carpet to take us on a ride,
through epics and adventures
we may learn what's hidden
A bed to some may be a task,
a domestic chore,
Something we make
and no questions aske...
Monday 30th April 2018 2:23 pm
Also by Chris Bainbridge:A River, Kent | Pride | Rebellion | Caravan Planet | It Can't Be Bedtime Yet | Hidden Chains | Castaways |
Snakes don't kiss.
I know this because I used to be one,
in a former life,
long time ago,
Snakes don’t kiss cos their hiss gets in the way,
and that long long tongue you see with the V?
Gets all tangled when two snakes frenchie.
No, snakes don't kiss.
But never take a bet on it,
especially with a snake.
'Cause apart from not kissing, ...
Monday 30th April 2018 11:55 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Just The One | April Showers | A Little Smash of Plaster | Charity Begins At Home | Subjects of Denial | Kontemplations | Not Doris Day's Armpits | Hotdesk Almanac | Advice For Free |
She soaked him up
Like water in a sponge.
She went to a bar
Had casual sex
Then went back for more.
Satre, Kerouac, Cohen
Horizons that exploded
In her small town mind.
They drank to forget the words
Made love in a fug of helpless hope.
Talked about marriage
"Why not? Why the fuck not?"
In an existential kind of way.
Then the love...
Monday 30th April 2018 8:39 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:Why cant she write poems....? | Kathmandu 2 | Kathmandu 1 | Arriving at Annapurna Basecamp | To Wolfgar from the edge. | 100% Zero |
She only hears the rooster's call
In the morning and peeks deeply
At the sun's beams through the window
The way she reads a talking mouth.
She's twenty-two but thinks like twelve
Keeping fairytales in her nook
How a sixth grader reads a book.
Old papers hide in her basket
With her touch becomes piece of art
As she tears and folds the pages
Forming flowers, vases and doves.
She has come ...
Monday 30th April 2018 3:13 am
I just want to talk isn't what it seemed
Speak and he would just vacuum your skin
A friendly face how mesmerizing.
A breach of the shell, a breach of the heart,
Into your soul, is how it felt piercing through the dark.
Running through your mind is how to say no, self defense is the way to go. Head spinning, eyes wide open but still can't see.
Mouth wide opened as if you wer...
Monday 30th April 2018 2:51 am
Also by nathleighsha:Submission |
The night wears late
with cataclysmic debate.
Set fire from an ember,
lit long before eight.
Our molehills worn flat,
Meandering, this point to that.
It's vendetta based pinball (2 players!).
Another soul searching spat.
But then we arrive, at last to scene 5:
the finale as you take off to bed.
So exit stage left. Big finish? “Drop dead!”
The audience lef...
Sunday 29th April 2018 10:34 pm
Also by Matt Tyldesley:Signals |
Skeleton staff, always pleased to help,
pleased that they've come back to life
given yet another chance.
Cheap to run, never complain
rise from the dead again and again,
no service issues, bang on time,
cheaper than robots, quite sublime
and full of humour, lots of fun,
collect in groups or one by one.
They know our thoughts and serve us well,
Sunday 29th April 2018 10:18 pm
Also by ray pool:TWIN PEAKS | RESTORATION | IN THE GARDEN - AGAIN | THE WORLD ACCORDING TO ROGER MOORE | VIP TREATMENT | PENSIONER POET | THE WRISTBAND | ROSE KWARTZ | LATE DEPARTURE |
The infinite space between life and death
Expanding contracting held in a breath
Lost in a moment born in a wave
Warm at the birth cold at the grave
In between we fail to measure
Add subtract hurry treasure
Learn expect wish and dread
Wake from slumber sleep abed
All the time, all the space
Held then wasted falls from grace
We own we lose we kee...
Sunday 29th April 2018 9:13 pm
Also by Carol Falaki:Plastic | Canis | Foolish Pleasures |
I have a face
But it’s not my face
It’s a face with flawless skin
And I have eyes
But they're not my eyes
Lined in black
With upraised wings
And the glitter and gold above them
Is not mine either
Shimmering and throwing light
When I blink
And I smile
But it’s not my smile
A practiced smile framed with bright red lips
That are not mine either...
Sunday 29th April 2018 8:41 pm
Also by Mahika:Empty Tunnel | Foolishness |
Two fans enthusiastically spin amongst
a pile of rubbish waiting for pick up,
Through wind and rain, even thunder,
“Look at me!” but nothing moves.
Unlike No 2’s plant pots. Scattered
colourful rattles voicing the gusts.
Drive-bys; inspection opportunists.
Recycling on a budget or business,
Sunday 29th April 2018 6:16 pm
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Coral Bay | The White Gate | You stare at me... | Epitaph for Gregory O’Donoghue | I Used To Enjoy Knitting... | Haiku at Burns Beach Cafe |
In the middle of the night Fiona awoke screaming in pain,
"Quick dear husband,ring the doctor,my appendix is driving me insane!"
Dave rang the doctor, whom he knew really well,
"Don't panic,took out her appendix four years ago,I remember it well..
Whatsmore I have never come across anyone with two appendix in my life."
"Thats fine,but have you ever heard of anyone having a new wife!...
Sunday 29th April 2018 6:07 pm
Also by hugh:Life in the slow lane | Fred's Dilemna | The Unlucky Vicar | Alcoholic Frolic | Raise them and praise them |
It's no wonder the Chasers are so bloody fat
They must be spending all day cramming
And I'm not just talking about digesting facts
They're devouring Mars Bars in multipacks
And what about the contestants
- where do they get them from?
Some of them are absolutely thick as shit,
and they're certainly not picked for their sparkling wit
Sunday 29th April 2018 12:28 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Kim's Trousers | Gutted | Love - Hate Relationship | New Client Presentation | An Early Sunday Morning Gift | Ronnie Peaked Too Soon | Mid-life Crisis Beard | Jump | Tennis | The Tedious Poems 1 | Scraping the Barrel | Touching No-one and No-one Touches Him | I F-worded Her Sister | We Are a Grandad | Health & Financial Advice for M. Jones | The Bloke Next Door | A Foolish Man? |
Silence seems to be practising on me
from that uncertain distance
where the sky meets the sea.
Looking so far without obstacle
I don't know what I perceive.
Is that the other bank of a vast river,
and how might things be viewed from there?
On a day like this great ocean is
laying foam upon the sands
awakening my toes way down there
miles above my head wide sky is
Saturday 28th April 2018 10:47 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Once An Acorn | Hanging Leaves | How Long Is Love Enchanted | Magnifying Glass | Oumuamua | Verses one, two, three | Equal |
Yes, I am bitter.
Yes, I am jealous.
Yes, I am insecure.
Yes, it hurts to watch.
Yes, I am not the victim.
Yes, you are free to choose.
Yes, I may not be your first choice.
Yes, my best is still not good enough.
Yes, I cannot accept your rejection today.
Yes, I won’t be able to accept it tomorrow either.
Yes, I apologize, I am a burden to you because I am weak,
Saturday 28th April 2018 8:52 pm
Also by Emaz Malik:Muse | Disarrayed | Lonesome | Ignorance is Not Bliss | Prisoner of the Mind | Love & Cigs | Clipped Wings | Haiku - Quest | Touch | Bitter-Sweet | Three | Change | Jaded |
Trees are so inspiring to me
Pillars of Nature, that live and breathe.
Have you seen Trees in the morning light ?
I never weary of that splendid sight.
Bark and branches dark and light
Sunlight contrasts them as day and night.
Winters starkness enhances delight
No distractions, just , Trees and Light.
Poetry reader may I suggest
See the Trees, at my behest !
Saturday 28th April 2018 6:46 pm
Also by terry l shuff:The Moment |
How does a blind man,
born in disproportion,
make his prospects
better than his card decks?
Let’s take a trip into his past life
while he tries to save his brother
and brave his mother.
He screamed at his younger.
I need you my brother.
But, no matter how hard he tried,
Saturday 28th April 2018 4:24 pm
Also by Nathalie Sieh:Darling | Separate We Stand | I Hate to Fish |
Folk Cut, folk thrust, folk fight
for a slice of life,
for peace and quiet,
for their health,
And folk cut you, slice you,
dice you and fry you
to gain relative wealth,
their own ego.
So where you might be prone
to help, support and
nurture, advantage is
you get shafted.
Trust destroyed, isolate,
Saturday 28th April 2018 8:50 am
Also by Rich:Snails | Spring Tea |
Feeling the fire that burns from within,the things I want to do is known as a sin. Lips touching lips eyes are entwine, .
us making love till the end of time.. let us
pause and look at the Stars, lost in the
moment as we gaze. In awe....
Saturday 28th April 2018 6:22 am
I've had thee, all mine
if thou wilt.
I'll find subtle way to cure
tremble at the words.
My dearest June, love beckons.
Through every lasting place
thou promise of such
thy hearts desire, sweet June.
Mark me well, lair of earth,
murmur of the birds.
Whatever approaches the beating wings
oracular of drama, world of pain.
Saturday 28th April 2018 2:04 am
Also by Wood:TUlip | Humpback Camel | Dormouse | Held into Day | Star Dust | Autumn in the Wind | Stains of the Day | Outside to Stay |
so what if we spent just one afternoon
scooping grains of unseen stars into the life of our hands
watching as the universe drips between our fingers,
we would stare at one another and breathe
at once, as still, as beautiful as what remained.
so what if we spent just one evening
gathering the last of the sunlight,
we knew we could do it all again
as we knew...
Friday 27th April 2018 10:39 pm
Also by Edward Coleman:You're No Sylvia | Seven Fifteen |
Sometimes, we love what we see
Forgetting that there's a different view beneath the sea..
We try to make sense of superficial things, when being real demands no explanation
We live in a world where we rather chase smoke that feel the fire...
We love the feeling of being safe in our own little world, and forget that sometimes we just need to let go
Let go and let the fire consume us...
Friday 27th April 2018 10:28 pm
In the mid 80s my dad took me to a plane crash in North Wales
It was a B-26 Marauder that hit a mountain
We climbed up to the area nearby
I froze when I saw our last climb
Up a seemingly vertical dry waterfall
There was only a bit of metal at the bottom
The rest was hundreds of feet above
We had to ascend a series of rock ledges
These were like steps and gav...
Friday 27th April 2018 7:41 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Blasted Backfires | old soul | Biplanes Attack! | On Camera | Death Cash | Uncle Sam | Fake Believe | Lady Pee | SMASHED MIRRORS | ACRONYM | HEY ALANIS | THIS CITY | Lads | Nailed Indeed | Corrupt | Satire | Headstrong Tornado |
The times may change
Certainty may become uncertainty
The intended may become the unintended
Your beauty always remains.
The times may change
Invention may become folly
The creator may become the destroyer.
Your beauty always remains.
The times may change
Healing may become the disease
The gift may become the poison
Your beauty always remains.
Friday 27th April 2018 6:48 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Ageless love | Pleasure | Good night, my love | Renewal | Invading my personality | Dining on knowledge | Past, Present and Future | Standing on the doorstep | It's just not cricket | Going through the emotions | Can't sleep | Grey day | Terrible words | Rose in a vase |
(I’ve always thought that literature lacked a fusion poem marrying a certain country and western singer with the achievements of Admiral Nelson and my Hampton. This is my attempt to address this.)
I have a certain body part to which I’m quite attached
And as a Rear Admiral I think he can’t be matched;
So to this country singer this tribute I apply
So I call my willy Nelson cos he...
Friday 27th April 2018 5:44 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE TURKISH BARBER | YOUNG HOOLIGANS | VLAD ALL OVER | HUGGING CANDLES | THE BOY DOES NOTHING | THE WATER METER |
Introduction before the curtain is opened.
-->The introducer addresses the audience.
Instead of none-stop
Condemning the past
Let us do our part
To lift our country
From economic morass fast.
Better than licking a wound,
Taking corrective measures
On former leaders’ mistakes
Capitalizing, on what
They did good.
--> Enters Emperor Tewodros II
I had tried
Friday 27th April 2018 1:46 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Diametrically Opposite Mentality | Richard Cory/ By Edwin Arlington Robinson/Translation in Amharic/ሪቻርድ ኮሪ/Alem Hailu |
It has been a week now
Since I saw your face
I walk by your room
Sadness overwhelms my body
I don’t want to open your door
Because I know you won’t be there
Sleeping in the house alone is different
The loneliness sets in when the clock strikes 10
And you’re not home
The dryer still full of your clothes
You shouldn’t be gone
I walk past the dishes in the sink that ...
Friday 27th April 2018 1:40 pm
Also by Dan Wilde:Why Do I Let You Go? |
About Today’s fake Babas
Today’s babas are playing with religious sentiments of People
Fooling them for the sake of religion and God
They are well known by their followers in country and abroad
This is becoming every baba’s passion
Misusing people’s money and their blind faith are only their aim
Fake Gurus are hurting simple people’s religious beliefs
Betraying their foll...
Friday 27th April 2018 12:59 pm
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:Today’s Relationship- The Latest Version | The Today's World | Love at first sight |
Why is it that when I am doing my best,
and feeling my best,
I end up collapsing,
and starting all over again feels so hard to do
You just feel like the biggest failure
Friday 27th April 2018 7:31 am
Also by yajaira:HiGH TIMES | When I'm Gone | My Day | The Miscarriage |
Justice and Peace
Rumbling sounds warn of earthquakes
gathering clouds speak of an imminent storm
A vat of wine mumbles as it ferments
a child whimpers before it cries out
The sun rises to reveal the glory of the day
beneath the surface of life a new force gathers momentum
This is where we are
A challenge is breaking loose
to denounce corruption, prejudice and war...
Thursday 26th April 2018 11:44 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The End Times | A Grey Blanket | War Games | A Woman of Substance | The Rock of Friendship | This and that |
where do I fall now?
I’ve left so many craters
find me by the holes
where Birds congregate
and people move too quickly -
there you will find me
you hypnotize me
I call for your secret lies
you never said no
I have now begun:
claw my way up from the void.
no slim light - not yet
Thursday 26th April 2018 10:33 pm
Also by Douglas MacGowan:Haikus 1 | Dancing and Shadows |
I think of all the things we didn’t need before
and the thought is enough
to make my heart open doors
that i never dared before to huff ... To
my heart gets warm to the things we accomplished before
and then I wake from the sweet dream that restored
the faith that once was sore
but its enough for me just for the record
you didn’t need a face to be heard
Thursday 26th April 2018 4:48 pm
Also by racha:broken wheel of fortune | so long ago | encounters | voices | reversed | unexpected friend | father figure | closure |
This world is brutal in its bitter way,
destroying beauty, tarnishing the good,
Hurting the carers, harming those who would
do better with their lives each passing day -
those who, despite all that the doctors say,
take back some control – if only they could
get up from where they drown beneath the flood
of good intentions. So today I pray:
when you’re hu...
Thursday 26th April 2018 4:33 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:To That Person Who Chips In To Finish A Crossword For You | Pub Quiz Theory | Let The Night Fall | The Collector & The Collected | Back To The Park |
I’ve never known as many people now in this country . Who are against our country’s beliefs . Too far to the left . To ever set us free . They know how to please . It’s like a disease . Lots of people don’t want it . Can’t get rid of it . They know it can spread . It’s been a way of life for far too long . And we need to cut this badness out forever .
Thursday 26th April 2018 4:17 pm
Also by Wendy Higson:Ambition |
Their voices harshly clash
and will not lie calmly
or rest in our ears
They rise loud over all else
and do not fall to our key
but strike out at us
Our song is raised joyously
and the harmonies sing
of the love we know
We have our air so their words
smash and fall to the ground
they do not stay in sight
Thursday 26th April 2018 4:16 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:The Navigator | Vespers | Soft Spirit of the Night | The Garden | Grassland | On Hearing a Loved One's Fate ... E quindi uscimmo a riveder le stelle  | At the Grave |
The breath of an early dawn in Spring
Is like a choir eager to sing
To remind us of all that life can bring
The renewal of hopes and dreams that cling
From the early times when life was young
And we found ourselves adrift among
Fellow beings like flotsam flung
On some strange shore to which we clung,
Each with an unspoken fate to face
Engaged in some unspoken r...
Thursday 26th April 2018 3:19 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:ST. GEORGE'S DAY APRIL 23RD 2018 | EXPERTS REVISITED | POETRY "COMPETITIONS" | GOODBYE KEITH, GOODBYE ROGER | A VIEW FROM 30 YEARS OF PUBLIC SERVICE | DOUBLE GUFF! |
If you're not careful you can get lost in the woods of your mind.
My piece of advice would be to bring with you a guide.
Someone to hold your hand and walk you through.
So that if something is lurking you have someone to hold onto.
Make sure the person you bring is trustworthy.
That they'll stick around when it starts to get scary.
Things go bump in the night and more-so in these woods.
Thursday 26th April 2018 2:59 pm
Also by Nick:Laredo Vista Avenue. | No Take Backs. |
Just one spec of dust
In the universe
And I’ll survive alone if I must
I’m waiting for your summation
Your wisdom is a revelation
Guide me teach me
Don’t leave me stranded, reeling
My stomach in knots
This sinking feeling
You don’t love me
and that’s ok
I’ll just savor each day
And when it’s done I’ll say
I’m fine and show you I...
Thursday 26th April 2018 10:30 am
Also by Lilly Love:the board game LIFE | Pretzel | Endoscopy | The good housewife | Shaggy | Roller coaster | Anchor | Upgrade | Honey | Museum |
I gently turn the badger’s head,
tuck in a leg and roll him over
comfortably, it appears
he resumes a sleeping posture.
I might have stroked him thoughtfully –
my bare hands – and slowly felt
the softness of his yellow pelt
to get his real weight and measure.
Instead, I scooped him with a plastic sack
and rubber gloves into a bottle green
hefted this yeoman of the woo...
Thursday 26th April 2018 9:32 am
What happened to my forks?
What happened to my spoons?
Where are all my bowls?
Swallowed by her room?
Scattered onto window sills
Underneath a sock or two
I'm sure my daughter didn't mean to
Leave my dishes in her room
Old something green
Hardened brown mystery
I recall there was once a floor
Beneath this travesty
All is well I'm sure
I'm sure I'll b...
Thursday 26th April 2018 8:43 am
Also by April Tredinnick:Dear Sadness, |
He slicks back his hair
And knots his cravat
This king of the dance floor
The world’s dapperest cat.
He can tap out concertos
With only his feet
And his Tango has been classified
As “officially sweet”.
His hot chocolate eyes
Say come dance with me
I’ll show you paradise
And if you’re very hungry
I’ll buy us strawberry ice!
He has tutored Fred Astaire
Thursday 26th April 2018 6:50 am
Also by eve nortley:Foxtrot Fergus | Grimbly Jones | The bravest cat of all! | Free range Easter | Cats Paw Mc Graw |
incongruent and awkward
always fit well, one with the other
but each make beggars choosers
in this ridiculous world that hides
inside the disguise of normality--
in this world, the jester is made king
and, though supplicants
only sing his song in mock
he remains fixed and frozen
to the throne waiting
for what might be sung next.
Wednesday 25th April 2018 11:29 pm
Also by elPintor:darkroom | INCOMING...onlookers regrouping at the summit | timeline | frostbite (maybe come next spring) | bodies in motion, bodies at rest (repression and repose) | undivided |