Poetry Blogs (2019)
I had a beat-up Ford
That wouldn't go in reverse.
I lent it to my girlfriend
Who drove away........
and never came back.
Now I drink to lessons learned
And pray tomorrow's sunny.
And I hope your taking notes boy,
Because everything is funny.
Wednesday 13th November 2019 2:43 am
Also by Michael Triandafils:Proud of the Weight | Songs For Your Quarters |
what used to hurt me
what used to scare me
what used to make me curl up on the floor
shaking to my very core
I am constantly afraid that one day
I will come face to face with my mistakes
a tableau of painful regrets and aches
the times I said I couldn’t when I could
the times I said I wouldn’t when I would
the past stil...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 11:23 pm
Also by Lily Petkova:the things you left |
Like a swimmer driven by a whirlpool of distress, Without a morsel of hope, lampooned by regret,
In a storm of my own making; beseiged by clouds;
I hide. Adamantly anchored to a despair, twenty fathoms wide
I'm riven by the whirlwind of my observable distress;
Starving and alone, my anchor is the live-long day and yet, and yet, I fade away.
Dressed in a black haze: dappled sunli...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 9:25 pm
Also by John E Marks:Nothing more | Trilobite | Stutterer | Semiotics | Bullet points | AN ACT of TREASON | For Anna Akhmatova | The rising of the north | Vanishing point | Solstice Song | Morning Glory | ONLY CONNECT | OTTO'S LAMENT | The Twilight Realm | TIBET | Granddaughter | The Unwritten | Paralysis | In the sixties |
Now I shall unpack
From the attic of my mind
Pull it out into the light
From the place it's
Past their care less checkpoints
ignore the watching queue
shrug my shoulders and my wants
check the time
and walk on through.
Words and images Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 12th November 2019 9:02 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:r e f u g e | The Woman at My Table | Dragging the luggage | Advice to the Elderly on Bonfire Night |
There is a pit inside of me
A deep, dark abyss where the negative thoughts grow
“I will fail”
“I cannot do this”
That is why
When I look at you, there is pain behind my eyes
Bleeding onto my cheeks
Staining all that surrounds me
This bubble of safety
Does not always contain it
This is what high functioning looks like
From afar, it is well co...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 8:57 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:Silent Prayers; Delicately Heard |
There's one glaring all-important difference between Nigel Farage and Boris Johnson as the election
campaign gets under way..
The former is using his Party to protect and preserve Brexit whereas the latter is using Brexit to protect
and preserve his Party.
Those familair with the actions of a previous Tory prime minister who is often to be heard spouting pro-EU
stuff might call it a...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 8:24 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |
It was those dreamy old songs on the Juke box
i remembered most – those flashbacks to the
past in smoke filled saloons – full of the South
London Docker types – hard drinkers who had
to stay out, what with a house full of kids and
bedtime not yet approached, and several pints
away before the missus let the old man home
to the dodgy stew dying in the pan – poor guy
Tuesday 12th November 2019 7:58 pm
Also by Philipos:I SEE NO SHIPS | (untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |
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We just don't have the time like we used to. Cell phones and video games now take up
most of our time. We did not go to college for nothing.
We used to be committed to world class service, but not anym...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 6:22 pm
Also by d.knape:Laughter 'Round The Table | Refrigerator Magnet | Through 7 Year Old Eyes | ANGER | Old As Rock | Every Post Has A Gull | Our Daily Bread | Deodorant | Do Not Die In The Fall | Widows | Bald Heads |
a child in your arms.
ice cream on a stick.
a class of students.
with a lover in bed.
church bells and rice.
a child in my arms.
a rocker on the porch.
a cloud of memories.
Tuesday 12th November 2019 5:18 pm
Also by Fred Nicholson:In the super market | the A, B, C's skip a beat.* | Seeing all too clearly. |
I try not to think of you
Try not to write to you
Try not to feel the urges crawling under my skin
It’s constantly there
I can’t turn it off
Obsessions only get masked by creating another
Yet distractions only last so long
My thoughts return to you
Your hands and body close to mine
You’ve never left me
Yet I feel you closer than ever before
Tuesday 12th November 2019 4:42 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:In Need of Relief | The Nagging |
Nobody knows what it is to be alive
or at least there is no description
to satisfy all parties, as to when
the lights are on and why we’re
any more conscious
than this rubber plant, say,
or for that matter this table
or bent wood chair.
They call this the hard problem,
the one the best academics
can’t plough their heads through,
that leaves us with only best...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 3:59 pm
Also by Tom Harding:The Secret of his Success | Thoughts This Morning | Now | Late Night Movie | Bad Influences |
In gilted gold halls
Between wealth wrought walls
Came the last of the self-pronounced worthy
Their dresses and suits
Swayed to silver flutes
Music divine and unearthly
And the satirists would depict
Just how all were tricked
And subjugated without mercy
Each position maintained
And anger reigned
In a rife and rapacious rancour
Each being to steeped to se...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 3:37 pm
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:The causality casualty | River amidst a forest fire | Polarity | Limerick | Sidelined Life |
Hello darkness my old friend, once again I must pretend
On my face a smile so wide, hides the pain within I hide
A very sunny disposition, eludes, evades, my true condition
Within the sounds of silence
Painted smile upon my face, the truth wills out, when erased
Standing naked within the...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 3:28 pm
Also by poemagraphic:11/11 11:00 Memorial | Faking it | Heros Roll | The Goon Show ii | The way we were | Come On! HONK | White Knuckle Ride | Don't cross the line |
In the eyes of the unwary.
Of all that is to come.
Happily singing, in a world of their own.
Late is this hour.
The lonely walk home......
Hatred is rising not far away.
Terror flirting with shadows.
The scent of flesh is relived.
Tonight, seems right.
Under a bridge an entity awakens.
Stilettos chip away at lose tarmac.
A rhythmic sy...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 2:46 pm
Also by Robert holyland:Why write out loud? | Fields of Glory ( young hearts ) | Rotting Pumpkins | Dream invasion | The End without You. | All will be dust. | Deluge. | To forget me. |
Hand me the yoke brother, sister, I see how much it weighs upon your soul,
It's my turn to take the strain, to bear the pain and your time to rest,
Let me stand in place of forefathers and mothers, let me shoulder the oaken pole,
Catch your breath and still the beating heart within your chest,
Fear not, I will not fail you, not pain nor grief will force me from it's bitter load,
Tuesday 12th November 2019 1:26 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |
Inscribed on Emanuel Sweert's painting 'Florilegium': Man's life is a flower.
Like a flower, he comes forth, then withers away;
like a fleeting shadow, he does not endure.
Book of Job 14:2
While I watched, her blossom
faded from the field
left no shadow
Now all life expects in this eleventh hour
we should revere lost heroes with a flower
But I shall not ad...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 12:17 pm
As I am dreaming of spirit or demon
Driving me on to confusion of mind
Vivid then hazy my eyelids feel lazy
Limbs feeling heavy and fingers entwined
Floating, show boating because I can fly
Let’s drink as I sink in this place in my sky
I go there, I cry there, not die there, not yet
Tossing and turning, mind churning a lie?
A place that seems tranquil, eerie and dry...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 10:14 am
Also by Fred 'Rick' Varden:The Druid |
There is a small house in the sticks of the Algarve
It has been alone for a month and has taken the looks
Of an ignored older man who needs to change his shirt
Moreover, a hot shower.
I take it mice have moved in feeding on my duvet,
Moreover, I have to get rid of them don’t know-how
I could gas them, but I’m no sadist, I could catch them
One by one, rel...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 8:51 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:social housing | the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |
Running Out of Cotton Wool
You know I grew up on a farm
Could always have drowned in the lake
Died from the fall of a big tree
Or simply from treading on snake
And then there's the horse-drinking trough
Was always near top (pretty full)
Could easily have fallen from a galloping horse
Or gored by our favourite pet bull
So by today's standards
I'm pretty ...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 6:53 am
Also by Don Matthews:Publish-Time | When You Get to My Age | Like-Minders Society Renewed Attempt to Heal Rift With Traditional Poets Association | Space Reversal | Listen Up There Rhyming Board | Good Question Poet Critic | Editor I Need Some Help Here | Poetry and Me | Once Upon a Time in the Land of Faraway Poetry Lived........ | OH&S Gone Mad | Anomoly of the Law |
When you're going through difficult times
And nothing falls in place as you planned
When the people you trusted the most
Are the ones to backstab you and cut you into pieces
When the love of your life you lose and depression overtakes you
When a heartbreaking tragedy swirls you upside down
When all your life's struggle goes waste after the success you attained
When your faith,...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 5:58 am
Also by Do.RoThy:My struggles!! | At the eleventh hour!! | Khamoshi!! | The world of imaginations | Torn pages of the book!!!!!! |
Goodbye dreams, you have left me for the last time
Phantoms in the boxcars of my mind, screeching down track
This first taste of cold is biting at my back, and I can't run fast enough
Tuesday 12th November 2019 4:29 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:Ardea herodias | Sleeping among spiders | Bacteria culture | Umbilical | Slave of the flies |
What am I to do?
Anything at all?
Is it any of my business?
I've been gone so long.
But I see it dying.
I can't just let it die.
But if it's what all others want
Then who am I to try?
Tuesday 12th November 2019 2:27 am
Spent my destiny trying to find someone like you,
went through a decade worth of decaying decoys,
oing downhill with the destroyed disguise.
Spent my love on hoarding hordes of hatred,
yet just like heather hills you're calming for my mind.
And I, need to get away,
so why, keep on lying to my face.
So this house was built by ordinary men and women,
powering through hustles while we sip on...
Monday 11th November 2019 11:35 pm
From spaceships of harmony
Into the fires of Hell
Mouldy undertaking no more
A trodden mind, angry in the Nut Bar
I need more than seven words, please
Neil Young – grim and grizzled –
Summoned by starship –
Says he can’t go because of his terrible I.B.S.
Drinking tears to dry up the well, pointless
Advertising tissues then.
She wasn’t always fifty ...
Monday 11th November 2019 11:07 pm
Jim and Kay shared a flat,
Separate rooms,didn't want a brat.
Well thats what they told Jim's mum when she came to stay.
But Jim's mum was suspicious,what more can I say.
After she had gone the frying pan they could not find,
A week passed and Jim missed his crispy bacon rind.
He rang his mum and asked her if she had moved it.
"Ah yes, I hid it in your bed,you're sleepimg...
Monday 11th November 2019 10:56 pm
Also by hugh:Avoid building a Berlin wall between us and the homeless | The importance of teamwork | Sleeping rough in Westminster | Tom Sykes | The parliamentary "night shift,"left bereft ! |
The bittern booms -
Accent of wind -
cuts through the reed
The flatland listens -
In solo passage -
upon the wind
Monday 11th November 2019 8:24 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Late Halloween poem |
You enjoy highlighting
Your reproductive qualities
As if there was a shortage
Of people in the world
You project an image of
Cool confidence in plastic
Your mantra is “No drama”
As if the world wasn’t spinning
A thousand miles per hour
On its axis
And I want it
Although it’s bad for me
Rotating at 67000
miles per hour around a star
I think I’m in love
But I don’t ...
Monday 11th November 2019 7:57 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |
A lakeside photo was intentionally
displayed upside down,
and it took forever for
me to come to terms
with my feeling of
The muted reflection
established my Truth
of the world at that
moment, while I
struggled to accept
the clear and sharp
existence upside down.
I thought of the paradox,
and suddenly realized
what Plato must have meant.
Monday 11th November 2019 2:13 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Ingress without Invitation | Where Authors Whine About The Poor Quality Of Their Readers |
I sit in shallow waters,
By the end of this bend,
Knees pointed toward the open sky.
I peer into everland,
Little bit more to wonder,
God I wish the rain would come.
It's a cold night,
Within this great december,
And I wash my clothes in the river bay.
I sleep in a position that's comfortable.
Frequent in the sha...
Monday 11th November 2019 7:40 am
A sparkling drop of golden rain
dripped upon my parchèd brain
It took a while to sink right in
but now my mind is fresh again.
Monday 11th November 2019 6:33 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:The Human Effect |
I don't carry cash, not a penny
so don't dash round here with any
Hence don't send me fifty pence
I dont want a fiver, or a tenner either
Your money's no good here
It's small beer
Listen to what I say
You can keep your pay
I own you anyway
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:29 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:A CIVILIAN'S PERSPECTIVE | The End | Baaaastard !!!! | The Uxbridge Road |
Our opinions, they are always changing,
And may be neither right nor wrong,
And what one someone says is weak today,
Next they could say that it is strong.
Opinions are not definitive,
And are not set in stone.
What one may think is wonderful,
Another may think of it and groan.
Opinions govern all our lives,
For they decide for whom we vote.
And when it comes to elec...
Sunday 10th November 2019 6:39 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Shopping | Disco |
But once a year
out of obscurity glory flares
in decisive moments every year
far from where bullets tore at the fabric
flags are hoisted high
to a grave whisper of tattered dreams.
No questions asked of why,
better to do and die.
Then the fabric is once more re-stitched
at small shrines again
tributes dusted down, candles lit
trying to make some sense of it,...
Sunday 10th November 2019 4:57 pm
Also by ray pool:ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |
When I built my road
I had all the help in the world
But it was up to me to lay the bricks
And it was that part, that sticks.
I'd pick a stone up in my hand to lay it,
Felt like all I did was betray
Myself and my own destiny,
I'd lay it where They told me.
Then one day I guess I had some sort of grand epiphany
The bricks laid down so gently when I focused on me
And a path began to form,
Sunday 10th November 2019 4:11 pm
Also by Josie Harris:Letter to the Guys That Try To Date Me | Corporation Screw You | Victim |
there was a time
when there was time
for now I'm distant
covered with grime
even without feelings
my heart speaks in mimes
shifting to reason
chanting with rhymes
hoping to reach me
trying to climb
a thousand years slime
I crafted around me
Sunday 10th November 2019 2:41 pm
the eleventh of November.
Where all the soldiers had a hard fall
and poppies stood tall.
Sacrifices were made
and soldiers began to fade.
Families were all unhappy,
whilst they cried tearfully.
the eleventh of November.
Sunday 10th November 2019 1:35 pm
Also by RYLIE ROBIN:I See The Nature |
Whenever you stayed in that hotel you used to text me pictures of Chloe.
The painting had pride of place in the bar - a naked nymph in all her glory,
chestnut hair piled in a soft bun on her head,
pale skin pearlescent and radiant under the glow of lights.
She was an enigma. A temptation. A contradiction.
Vulnerable yet self assured.
The pics you sent didn't do her justice.
Still, she was ...
Sunday 10th November 2019 1:04 pm
Also by Kate G:Watermark | United Nations | Grey mountain | Man's best friend |
After three days of arguing the armistice was signed
in the French general’s private train
at a siding in the forest of Compiegne.
The Kaiser left for exile in Holland.
The military, unwilling to admit defeat,
still surrendered guns and planes.
No one told the people how bad things were.
A German corporal, recovering
after being gassed the month before,
a misfit who...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:55 am
I feel the King of my world
Alone as on a glacier
With only Nature as my friend
The rest of them ignore me
For this is what they do
When one is different
And a King all powerful
It’s fine though I ignore them
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:51 am
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:Ongoing Situations | Cannot Be | Giraffe Extinction | Our Vets |
There’s a town
Where there is a street
Where are all the cobbles polished
By the rain
Solid and set for good
Each and every house one after another joined at the hip
Slates cut perfectly aligned
Where the rain falls
In steady showers
Off rooves down pipes
From cast iron
Black as night gutters
And doors shuttered but never locked
Red steps meticulously cleaned...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:31 am
Also by Martin Elder:Born into this suit |
Far too clever for his own good
Deceitful and quite crafty
He got up to stuff that no king should
In fact, he got plain nasty
Killing folk and cheating death
Is not proper or obedient
Thus when it came to his last breath
Zeus couldn’t be less lenient
Forced to push a boulder up a hill
But never reach the top
Could make a chap feel queasy-ill
If not allow...
Sunday 10th November 2019 11:16 am
Also by David Lindsay:The Other Side |
Mr Reel-Fogg came home exhausted after a hard day of talking. Those green leather benches were so confoundedly uncomfortable and one could never recline in peace.
After a brief attempt to assist Mrs. Reel-Fogg to achieve her ambition of having twelve children he fell into a deep sleep.
Around one thirty in the morning there was a confounded noise outside. He sent Mrs. Reel-Fogg to investigat...
Sunday 10th November 2019 9:53 am
i miss you
i miss what we had
but i should've known
it was too good to be true
to be loved by you.
Saturday 9th November 2019 8:35 pm
Also by marlie:find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |
Poem 4 of 230: PICTURING SYDNEY
A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
With its enthralling panoramic feast:
Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.
From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
But, of other good options, there are tens.
(C) David Franks 2003 ...
Saturday 9th November 2019 6:01 pm
One day you will see the folly of your choices
Ihave always been there from suicide attempts to all your tormenting voices
I have never cheated even through the pain i stayed true
All i wanted was a friend that had my back and it just wasnt you
And these are regrets that you will never forget
so get serious or stop useing me every time you get hit
And its obvious there is no ...
Saturday 9th November 2019 5:40 pm
Your screen goes black
The orgy of your show
The euphoria of empathy
Feeling your beloved characters
Foreshadowing that kept you on the edge
Clever plot that kept you clicking “Next”
You regret your urge to binge
You mourn your loss
Then you wait
For season two
Saturday 9th November 2019 5:38 pm
Mercury retrograde is at the phase where it is giving us the chance to revisit lost opportunities with a second chance in sight. Useful to take note of whether you believe in astrology or not.
Clockwise has closed
Tocks become ticks
A reversal of seconds
Repairing the wreckage
Reckoning with time
Saturday 9th November 2019 2:12 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |
You ask if I'm okay,
because I am
I'm just tring to keep memories
behind the flood gates
so they don't sweep me away
to a dark place.
Thank you for being my escape,
a bright light,
my way home,
Your love helps ease the pain.
I don't mean to push you away.
There are so many things I want to say,
but I must go, feed Jake.
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:45 pm
Also by Vautaw:Cactus Kisses | My Secret Life | What is Poetry? | Breaking | Beautiful People |
The world turns
And so do I
Time moves on
So I must follow
Night and day
To ride the waves
Through each of my tomorrows
The cycle goes
Those ever changing tides
To planetary gravity
I must and will abide
For I cannot control the time
Nor see where it will lead me
I have to trust and hold it's hand
Let Time guide me freely
Saturday 9th November 2019 1:40 pm
Life is a never ending raging battlefield
Freedom is a real live achievable dream
War and conflict are sadly a necessary evil
Liberty equality and fraternity reigns supreme
Lives are selfishly sacrificed for our survival
Lambs to the slaughter is very often the case
As politicians frequently decide our children's fate
Adversity with resilience we must ultimately face
Saturday 9th November 2019 11:14 am
Also by Tom Doolan:A Guy Named Fawkes |