Poetry Blogs (2019)
her lips had kissed many a man a butterfly
Fragrant and vivid like a spring day in May
Yet not to the point of pollination.
She waited for a kiss that tasted of wealth
She dreamed of a castle and ballgown if silk
Sailing down the river on a boat made
Of a swans’ feather sewn by silky threads.
She met him and when they embraced,
It was as wonderous as when ...
Friday 6th December 2019 10:13 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the land of dream | sunday an sermon | new truths | when in need | military service |
Does No-one Know Where Rose Is ?
Does no-one know where Rose is ?
I really miss her so
(Santa's on my rooftop)
(Rudolph's snuffling snow)
Your verse is deteriorating Don.....
We care about the state of things
Pollution, mess and such
Wasting of resources
(I miss her very much)
I miss her carefree attitude
Her greeting with 'hey dude'
Friday 6th December 2019 6:54 am
Also by Don Matthews:Brains to Practice On | The Lady of the GPS | Fluffer Round With Flowery Words | What is The Like-Minders Society ? | Learning Haiku – Important Point |
As I scroll through the glass screen
I see a future bright and gleaming
Smiling it's way into our life
A beginning worth the wait it seems
An old aunt with her only son
Living in a nearby town
Doris to take a room on rent next to them
An idea to breakfree from all the evils
A road well mapped by God almighty
If this future seems bright and fair
Just hop on and let's ...
Friday 6th December 2019 1:28 am
Also by Do.RoThy:I love you forever!!! | Heart-felt!! | Ready, get set, go!!! - The marathon!! | Breathe!!! | Shhhhh!!!!! | Life ain't a fairy tale for me!!!! | Ant DoRis | Crazy little heart!! | Pause!!! | O darling death!!! | Love you!! |
Frantically he taps on the glass
Louder as they pass
Now he screams
But not through a window
It's a screen
His soul away
Thursday 5th December 2019 11:45 pm
He'd despise with his eyes those alive in sackcloth and ashes
The weaponised clones of a myopic dwarf did not do
As they were taught. They denied themselves the water
Of life. They inherited nothing.
No morning maniac music
Shaked them awake.
Those who'd once brought hope
Now mired in hate.
Over the mountain, clouds scud
Blood on the floor
And mud on the faces.
Thursday 5th December 2019 11:27 pm
Also by John E Marks:Nothing more | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | The solitary rose of our breath | Bandit country | A shadow behind the sun | Suttee |
I see you staring into space
what is it you are thinking?
Just wondering what it’s like
when humankind discovers
other forms of life on Mars
You sound quite sure that
one day, we will – then what?
I am trying to imagine what
nourishment might keep them
alive, makes them thrive that
sort of thing – will they want
to mate with earthling types
and vice versa –could...
Thursday 5th December 2019 10:34 pm
Also by Philipos:EVEN SONG | SCENTS | SCENTS |
You left everything burning
But the love you couldn't cling to
So this is separation anxiety
Pushing down your tongue
I was so sick I thought you could love
Locked myself back up in my room
For you could never see me again
So on this anniversary
I found out firefly
Your ways are so unkindly
My heart was the casualty to your escape
So fuck your attention they were only for greed
Thursday 5th December 2019 9:25 pm
Sammy was a spider,webs he loved to spin,
Constantly trapping insects to feed his kith and kin.
Sammy had eight eyes but no neck or head,
Those eyes spotted his prey and kept him well fed.
One day those eyes filled with desire and led to female flaunting,
The female was much bigger than him,mating was quite daunting.
The sexual encounter Sammy did satisfyingly complete,
Thursday 5th December 2019 9:20 pm
As we approach the Festive Season with its public communications beseeching us to part with our money, it's reported that this country has 168,000 registered charities -we're talking £77 billion here,- with £16 billion p.a. received from government out of taxed income. I don't think Dickens would have got away with writing about
Ebenezer Scrooge like he did if his own age known such widespread...
Thursday 5th December 2019 9:02 pm
Above The Fluttering Butterfly
Today I saw you again,
We spent time in haste and silent tears,
Believing in only faults declared by others,
Today the time was brief, as if the first
Stage of a future king, a future queen.
I know the sorrow you live,
For there is my presence, right there
Upon your intuition, right there where
The glance is t...
Thursday 5th December 2019 6:09 pm
What’s there to say?
That hasn’t been said before.
Are the dreams of the young still realised?
Do dreamers believe in their dreams.
Have we not stolen that from them?
Aren’t we to blame for the times we’re in?
Has the time of rebellion arrived on these shores?
Haven’t there been enough broken dreams.
Are you looking for answers?
Best get the questions right first.
Can most of us actual...
Thursday 5th December 2019 5:23 pm
Also by Robert holyland:Nobody | Idle thoughts of the mad. | United States of Nowhere |
I’m surrounded by mediocrity
I can’t find no harmony.
No rhyming couplets, stanza’s in time.
Just jangled words are all I find
Like a juggernaut, In a sports car’s domain
Each one unique, superb, sublime
Jumbling along, trundling behind
A laurel wreath will not be mine
Upon the podium wordsmiths’ stand
Champagne in hand, they sound so gra...
Thursday 5th December 2019 5:20 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |
Swallowing the A-Bomb,
I crack myself open,
I resign myself to my fate,
A Kamikaze dinner date,
All to be incensed with feeling,
Nagasaki in my stomach,
Hiroshima in my loins,
My mind is Dresden,
For these motions are making me weaker,
I’m ailing Roosevelt,
You’re the man of steel,
With my heart between a hammer and s...
Thursday 5th December 2019 4:16 pm
Took my wife to the doctor today
I left her there in the waiting room and told her I would pick her up tomorrow
when I got back she was still filling out the paperwork
it would take a Philadelphia lawyer to decipher all the terms and conditions
and it has to be witnessed and stamped by a notary
people used to read the magazines while waiting
now they immediately break out th...
Thursday 5th December 2019 12:34 pm
Also by d.knape:IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
አሊያ ሕልሞች ከገቡ መቃብር፣
ሕይወትን ምን ለየው
ክንፏ እነዳለ ስብር!
አሊያ ያም ይሔም ሕልም ከሔደ
ሕይወትን ምን ለየው ከምድረበዳ
Thursday 5th December 2019 7:32 am
“Pursuit of Happiness” By Michael A Sparrow I act as though Im a smart Know it all 26 year old, I’ve been there, done that So there’s nothing to be told, Ill pretend to listen When I’m just waiting to speak, Thinking of what to say Because it’s your approval I seek, As long my “friends” are happy Who cares what I think, Just to make them like me There’s no limit how low I’d sink, But now it is cle...
Thursday 5th December 2019 1:57 am
Your words whisper in my ear
Your voice does things to me
That haven't been felt in years
My heart races
My insides quicken
I want to hear more
I listen when I'm alone
To be safe from disturbance
I listen while at work
In hopes that no one notices the reactions your whisper creates
I listen before I sleep at night
You're the last thing I want to hear
Blow by bl...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 11:04 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:The New Norm |
(With an enormous nod to Alex Glasgow's "Lovely Little Lucy")
Bumbling Boris Johnson is surrounded by his lies
That he cannot lie straight in bed should come as no surprise
Cos he’s a liar
He’s surrounded by his lies.
The Times sacked him for making up a quote with bogus words
And Brexit has been stuffed by those “French turds”.
“We shouldn’t spaff good brass i...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 10:57 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE MORE THAT IT CHANGES |
on its side,
the 8:26 to Halifax
crawls along the platform
like it’s watching out for snails
searching the rails for oblivion.
The train’s pace is hardly a race
but it’s only minutes late,
not cancelled like yesterday
Wednesday 4th December 2019 9:47 pm
All I see is a mist of darkness,
With nowhere to thread my feet in,
In World where there is absence of kindness,
I see a light of hope so thin.
I can’t go on; my body and my soul are giving in,
There’s no fire in belly to seek reasons for my quest,
With efforts and motivation of my kith and kin,
Now, I go along the path where the birds fly in the air so clean.
Then, I arrive at the gates o...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 5:03 pm
I grew up, admonished:
'Never take the Lord's name in vain.'
And I giggled, 'or vane or vein.'
I totally knew what was meant
But I was a smarty pants.
And I postulated, to myself, mind you,
'If it makes you feel better, it wasn't in vain, was it?'
I couldn't do anything with 'vein' or 'vane'.
So, I used 'Christmas Cake'!
An excellent splutter of agg...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 3:24 pm
The sea assaults
Of winter gales when
Towering spray sheets curl
Over the green-stripe tower
At the harbour mouth
And waves roll shoreward
Beside its jetty
Floating spume across the beach
With black stones cold shone by spray
That above the wave thrust
Hides the horizon behind its mist
As the sun shines low
On a December afternoon
Wednesday 4th December 2019 2:40 pm
the wonky wheeled trolley
trails along the crooked path
in the upside down city
in the wishy washy world
small and tobasco red
its wheels down to squares
(or maybe theyre diamonds)
the wonky wheeled trolley
stuck in the mud of life
cries out for help (any help)
but no one answers
because who would want to help
a wonky wheeled...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 4:26 am
Wednesday 4th December 2019 3:20 am
You're under duress
with high levels of stress
when you change your ISP
And when you're off-line
you're just killing time
by watching daytime TV
Though in my own case
I'm loving The Chase
so it's not quite as bad as it seems
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 11:29 pm
to be a thorn
for without a thorn
there would be no rose
a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 11:10 pm
Also by Juneau:Behind Me |
It's unthinkable you're sinkable
but hasn't it happened to us all?
In full sail with a fair wind
an unexpected hazard suddenly emerges
and our security and peace of mind
are shattered into a thousand brittle spars.
The alarm bells sound brazenly, unceasingly.
If lucky we are lowered into a boat,
or, if judged not worth saving,
we snatch a lifejacket and jump, terrified,...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 8:10 pm
I fought so hard
Not to be with
A man like my father
Selfish and demanding
With cruel misunderstandings
Lots of silence and too many lies
I fought so hard
Not to be like
A woman like my mother
Afraid of her abuser
Becoming his enabler
Staying quiet to keep the peace
Losing her idendity
I fought so hard
The woman I am today
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 4:01 pm
in the mail
to be least
in the cradle
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 2:49 pm
motionless in a recliner by the window
wallpaper television unnoticed in the corner
staring back through the window at me
no sign of recognition
sudden sunlight on the garden
evokes no interest
in the sparkle of buttercups and daisies
or the shimmer of the pond
song-thrush lands in the lilac tree
branches bouncing in light breeze
spraying droplets that becom...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 1:51 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Hailstones |
let me make this very clear
Chris and I are not voyeurs
we just like watching vintage TV
especially if we catch
The Price is Right with Brucie.
if a good looking young woman is picked
and bounces down to ‘Contestants’ Row’
we share knowing looks and hope she wins
and if she wins we zone in
on the host’s right hand
encircling her waist
and scope Forsyth’s thu...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 10:15 am
Imagine, you had sung
I listen silently, quite numb.
A broken heart fills
the shattered glass
from which I drink a
blessed, but savage wine
that soothes and burns as it
slides down my self-silenced throat.
Nothing more to be uttered,
the end of language,
it only causes fear and pain,
the bile that comes forth
is the nadir of vile,
and my teardrops
turn to ...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 7:45 am
The number holds the value
The value is subject to the unit
The unit holds the meaning
The meaning is carried by the understanding
The understanding reveals the value upon the unit that is placed
2 Bacon Burgers with cheese for 5 bucks
can't beat that
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 7:13 am
Look among the gems they sit shining like golden swirls of dreams
A song to belittle them a little star is more than it seems
They disappear in the day as the sun covers there beauty
But fear not sweet stars your moon will rise to unsheath you in hasty
The wishes you rest on May come from far but grand a few for they chose and prayed on only you
Tiny kids look up from window pain ...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 6:24 am
Also by Zoë:Why is life better |
Hollow she is who gives the smile
Hollow he is who fills a soul
Hollow he is who cries in secret
Never to let the world know what he is really thinking
Hollow she is who covers her face
The beautiful make up
Hides all that she distaste
Hollow we are when trying to hide the pain
Hollow is us, who choose to remain unnamed.
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 2:48 am
Men are six times more likely to be struck by lighting
Now odds, 700,000 to 1 is an important detail
It still makes me stop and think
That God just may be a female
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 12:43 am
Each individual letter
Chosen so slowly
Each tiny syllable
Bringing it up
Foaming at the mouth
I know what I want when I feel this way
A sword so sharp to take it all
Make it all fall
At my feet
Piled so neat
No needles for the patches are strong
All on their own
All on my own
I don't need these wasted words
I've wasted my words...
Monday 2nd December 2019 10:53 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:Armor |
The Candle, I’m
Monday 2nd December 2019 10:41 pm
When the devil offers to dance with you
You should say always say never
Cus the dance with the devil
Will last forever
After downing a bottle of henny
Sick thoughts I have many
Puffing trees till my eyes bleed
Visions of the devil I see
He talks to me through this bottle tonight
Asking me to embrace his lessons and come
"Destroy yourself child of god"
"Let the devil in and bec...
Monday 2nd December 2019 10:25 pm
My essay will be finished once the seventh seal breaks and the angles get their trumpets or whatever
Does silence disprove existence,
or does it just mean that someone's not interested.
Living our lives,
guided by the light,
and blinded by the sound that's not present.
Lives filled with love,
love for the waves,
bird songs pushed to the direction where the wind blows.
Even the grass is singing it's story of growth.
when you open your mouth,
the loud silence that yo...
Monday 2nd December 2019 8:27 pm
Move on past the Black Horse, take the steps
reeling right and left up the green shoulder.
You're in the woods best called "the real world".
Magical of course. Moss-carpeted trees
hollowed to join anon their blown over brethren,
upon whose crazy crumbled limbs you ramble.
In fact this green land that dips and swells
is but sleeping giants and dragons and God knows what.
Monday 2nd December 2019 7:15 pm
This was written after meeting an old mate.....
It was fair to say we had changed.
This is basically what i listened to for five hours until I left.
Friend to coked up bellend
I’m a money man me I’m a money man
I’m a money man me I’m a money man
I’m a money man, money man, man money man
I’m a money man me I’m a money man
Second verse the same as the first and as...
Monday 2nd December 2019 5:31 pm
I walk with my little son
He would follow me to the edges of the galaxy
Just to tell me his story of his love for reality.
He waits for my return
Then tells me he misses me
With a smile, a cuddle and kiss that reminds me he’s here in this world.
He gives me tasks to do
While playing in the evening
Then I read him a story
Way past bedtime.
We walk in the morning
While he points out...
Monday 2nd December 2019 11:29 am
Let's talk . . .
Let's talk about people.
The more people we open to,
the greater the love flows.
"Yeah but, I don't get anything back.
Maybe just mostly pain and suffering."
You plant a seed and get
a pomegranate tree.
The seed goes into the ground.
You may not get love back
the way you expect it to be.
The package reads apple seeds.
Love may not be felt or ...
Monday 2nd December 2019 6:35 am
You still mention me in conversations,
just like you would have the right to judge me.
I did not set all my sides free, honey,
your knowledge is exactly as I wanted it to be.
One day bothered you my questions,
should I just stared at the wall when with you?
Another time you didn't like how I treat others,
what real harm did I actually do?
The other day you th...
Sunday 1st December 2019 11:09 pm
She had been suffering,
The broken relationships under the cracked memoirs
Bones almost plundered
With the fearful hopes, anxious, doubtful all the way
So I slowed down a little bit,
With fragments of kisses
With delicate touches of makeover trials
With the letters denote something like love or etc.
Smell of nights, music of movements
Written poems underneath...
Sunday 1st December 2019 2:15 pm
I last wrote about our five quite some time back,
a time when, for each of them, you and I (and mostly you)
still weighed in and sparred, day on day, in any cause,
on standby should they slip or fall – though close at hand is, perhaps,
the better way to say it, the gentle way to convey a sense of
our being technically unseen, absent, yet able to be found
by one or two, no more th...
Sunday 1st December 2019 1:26 pm
You can misplace your mind
You can't forfeit your mind
When you've built a fort for your mind
Mine is bulletproof,
I can stay outside of myself
I can step outside of the world
I watched us having a conversation
From my window panes
Through the heavy glaze
It made me feel some type...
Sunday 1st December 2019 12:56 pm
Today has been a better day
I wasn’t a mardy bitch
I didn’t cry when something went wrong
I ate food without nausea or gagging or that awful washing machine feeling in my tummy
Today was an easier day
I could talk without the lump in my throat strangling me
I walked through university enjoying each rain drop falling onto my cheeks
or dripping through my ey...
Sunday 1st December 2019 12:56 pm
When I was a teenager, I stopped putting ice
in my “iced” tea, and started drinking it right
out of the pitcher at room temperature. After an
initial phase of alarm on the part of my family, they
sort of just decided that if I was too lazy to put ice
in my tea, then I deserved to suffer all the
consequences that might entail, which,
I have to tell you, weren’t very serious
consequences in ...
Sunday 1st December 2019 3:10 am