Poetry Blogs (2019)
The art of accomplishing a task at hand
Beginning with your own hand till the end
Achieving endeavours meaningful to us
Adding value, motivation and deep contentment ~~~~~
Friday 15th November 2019 10:26 pm
Also by Do.RoThy:What am i? | Melody of pain!! | Heartsoubody!! | Feeling!! | Bird in a broken open cage!! | I will and sure i will | Lost!!! | Pull yourself up!! | My struggles!! | At the eleventh hour!! | Khamoshi!! | The world of imaginations | Torn pages of the book!!!!!! |
(I watched this couple in a cliff-top restaurant overlooking the sea near Bournemouth a couple of years ago)
And a second or two
She wears a top by Versace
And has Raybans on her head;
The man is older
And looks like money,
Wants to look like money;
She looks at him
Over her empty latte
Always at him;
He looks at the...
Friday 15th November 2019 10:04 pm
Also by John Coopey:LITTLE BASTARDS |
Gina my cousin
She was the type who would never die
Had always been there,
All grown up when I was still a child.
Laughing, teasing, bringing me toys and sweeties,
Flirting with my daddy
Taking his arm as he walked her to the station.
She would burst in every Saturday
Her voice like sunflowers and daffodils,
Smelling like oranges and strawberries,
The way they do...
Friday 15th November 2019 8:26 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The Forever Soldier |
Rain blurs the horizon, murky opacity
shrouding distance imperceptible, lash talons
curtain-thrash to heather hill across the harbour.
Gulls hacker-love and swopper-kosh the cliff face lash,
dip-flung round the headland, clinging to land’s safety,
seeming wary of the mist-drifting, smash-pounding sea.
Tides dance white horses rockwards, crash-battering
Friday 15th November 2019 7:58 pm
How long do you want to die for? Is
it just for now, or do you want to die
for ever more – seemed an odd
sort of question to be asked from
the voice of a Good Samaritan at
the other end of the expressionless
telephone line, but I was fine with it,
since I was being trained as a newbe
operator at the safe end of the phone.
But I took good notice of the nuances
of talk ...
Friday 15th November 2019 6:53 pm
Also by Philipos:RISKING A CROPPER | SLOTTING IT IN | I SEE NO SHIPS | (untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |
Goodbye to Marina and Pearl.....
Farewell to those late summer days
Made happy by the skill of the acting
That made real their make-believe plays.
They join Compo, Clegg, Foggy and Truly
And so many others that brought us sunshine;
Recorded for us to remember and smile -
"The Last of the Summer Wine"
Friday 15th November 2019 5:06 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:SPOT THE DIFFERENCE | CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |
Etymology has a huge part to play
History can go back a long way
Effecting what us poets say.
Friday 15th November 2019 5:05 pm
Also by poemagraphic:PTSD | 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 |
Gazing up to dream the dreams of what could be - - -
Sprinkles of heaven
diamond clusters sparkle
shooting stars guiding signs
dreaming dreams of what could be
Galaxy lovers travelling the Milky Way
true love enters a forever Universe.
Friday 15th November 2019 4:43 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:When Evil Comes Calling |
interview with a vampire publisher
they’d read stuff I posted online somewhere,
wrote, in pro-forma letters, they were ‘impressed’
that I had ‘potential’ and were ‘interested’ in my work
and would I like to ‘discuss matters further’ –
would I bollocks!
give them their due, they persevered
ignored my knee-jerk emailed ‘fuck offs’ or
non-committal, self doubt, ...
Friday 15th November 2019 1:25 pm
Also by Rick:thoughts of Saoirse | Poetry readings - approach with caution - they can turn deadly | christmas where a girlfriend worked |
Between you and me
I have a fan club
just one member
she thinks everything I write
and butters me up with compliments
it is so nice
to have someone appreciate
it is not easy being a poet
thinking is hard work
my mind is weak
to begin with
she is the only one
who is there for me
so nice and fla...
Friday 15th November 2019 1:14 pm
Also by d.knape:Attachment | Getting Ahead Of Yourself | Dear Valued Customer | 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 |
Sea and people
An island came up from under the sea
And soon it became green and pleasant
Fit for dairy production, and cats that
Took care of the rat plague.
Man, and animals in idyllic harmony but
For the rats and attacking seas-birds.
Roaring sea appropriated the island
Occupied and flooded the land,
Simply retracted and made the island into a reef.
Friday 15th November 2019 12:10 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:one early morning | a rose poem | occupation | social housing | the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |
I used to hate this part of town
it felt like stepping back in time
as if all our momentum to the capital
had been lost
these shops with their hand-painted signs
I didn’t recognise the names
they’re not triplicated on every high street
And now I sit
in the Crooked Café
the waitress always tries to remember my ‘usual’
but I love that she never quite gets it right
Friday 15th November 2019 11:38 am
Also by Tom:Born To Muse | Why Poems? |
Snow rests on my shoulder dripping
down my back
through my wet pants
and wet socks.
You know I could die like this.
Hands forming a clenched mouth
I mistake my shaking arms for an animal
chipped teeth and burning skin.
You know it could eat you like this.
Black stars and black lights
in a black park with a broken fountain
frozen Cupid caught mid piss.
Friday 15th November 2019 11:08 am
Also by Alex J.J:what you are | Space Heater | Magic Trick | Breakfast |
I stay awake alone again
i hear the cars pass by my window
the stars to be my only friend
i relate to the lonely porch black widow
she spins her web in solitude , not a creature to be stirred
and I forever voice my pain , though there's no words left to be heard
i find my peace amongst the night
it holds me near and true
but when I stare amongst the stars
all I can think...
Friday 15th November 2019 10:38 am
Also by Aimee:Change | If I wrote you a song | Grief | Drifting | Myself | Together in my thoughts | Falling In November | Ink On Paper | Ink On Paper |
"Your whole world was ruled by a dog,
Your attention and love it did hog!
You are not having another says me,
You took it for walks,ignored me!
Now that he is not there,
Time with you I can share.
You can devote all your attention to me !"
Friday 15th November 2019 10:21 am
Also by hugh:Death for the old but a future for the young | The frying pan test | 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 ! |
Checking Into Rehab
I have a pile of poems
Sitting in my drawer
They never seem to lessen
They seem to just get more
My mind is just too active
I try to shut it's door
It laughs at me, picks up my pen
And starts to write some more
Sounds like I've got a problem
Mind's taken full control
Must go book into rehab
It's your fault, yes you WOL
Friday 15th November 2019 6:57 am
Also by Don Matthews:Nobody | What Fires Me Up To Write Poetry? | Running Out of Cotton Wool | 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 |
The earth is scattered with Billions of people. Last time someone cared to count, they said we passed the 7 billion mark.
Everybody is busy with something. Some are trying to change the world... some are using the world... some are raping the world. Others are just swept away or dragged along by the world. Mother Earth has her own problems coping with all these people... every one with his own ...
Friday 15th November 2019 4:22 am
Also by Dewald:The Place in my Soul | It is that time of day... |
Do you beg me mindful
as I behold your callous?
Should it be
that your lips become quaint
in shadow of your action?
Or will you remain encumbered
by the air and lie dormant?
Do not want nor follow.
The mammal consumed
by the engulfing rage
the creator has provided,
gleaming at the emissary.
Should you come to know thy will;
have it polish...
Friday 15th November 2019 2:57 am
Also by Chaz Allen:Image of A Ghost | Identity | I'm Sure | Hell | Growth | Gatekeeper | Future | Faith | Epitome |
Which trail did you run down dreams?
Why did you leave me?
I forswore even the deepest memory of myself to chase you.
Now I am old and tired and I can't remeber what I forgot.
Hazy hazy me.
Friday 15th November 2019 2:38 am
Also by Michael Triandafils:Everything is Funny | Proud of the Weight | Songs For Your Quarters |
You believe in love don't you?
You know love,
the one with the
and fractured nose
That old war horse
drowning his sorrows
who can still turn it on
now and then,
in that arena where
every move is scripted
but the blood is still real.
Thursday 14th November 2019 10:58 pm
Also by Tom Harding:The Hard Problem | The Secret of his Success | Thoughts This Morning | Now | Late Night Movie | Bad Influences |
I feel fear inside my chest, a strange feeling.
A feeling not felt for a long time.
Fear, welcome home.
Lay in bed; sleep where you belong - In my chest, forever.
Together, we will venture through the lows as we fall from the highs.
Depression has possessed me.
Fighting it helps, but for that I need strength.
Like a child fell on the ground for th...
Thursday 14th November 2019 9:34 pm
Yes. We spend too much of our short lives
Chasing the mot juste, the phrase, the image,
That will reconcile all, bring all to mind.
To ease the pain and to make amends.
But there is no end to the way of art
We must learn to wonder as we search
For the right word to express. What?
That fleeting sense of something
Far more deeply interfused
That has its home in the setting...
Thursday 14th November 2019 9:04 pm
Also by John E Marks:Blue | An adamantine distress | 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 |
Orange beacons lead the way
toward a fiery sky that glows like the last embers in a hearth.
The charcoal shadows of evening draw near
and I hurry home in my 'teddy bear' coat.
Thursday 14th November 2019 7:21 pm
Also by Jill Ashforth:Bath Time |
That I hung on
When you wanted to let go
It was all wrong
But I didn't want to know
That you'd only kept me around
Until something better showed
So, baby, if that's how you really feel
Then, I've nothing left to say to you
Thursday 14th November 2019 6:01 pm
Also by Lynn 7m.:I don't understand. Do you? | Give me one good reason | Played | I gave. You never. |
since I've retired
don't get me wrong
I love it
there's an ocean to enjoy
over the horizon
Thursday 14th November 2019 3:49 pm
I have no idea
How I happened to be on the cliffs
Of a North Shore park that day.
Perhaps a bolt from the busy shop
On my trusty moped
With a thermos of tea and a sandwich,
Needing rocks and waves for sanity.
Nobody else was there.
Sun and sea were mine.
When I chucked my waste into the bin
I glanced up.
Islanders look at the sky a lot.
There's so much of it!...
Thursday 14th November 2019 3:22 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:From My Window There Is A Tree | Denouement | MAKING LOVE |
A frame, a shadow,
Of what it could of been,
Cowering in the corner of a cage
For others' amusement;
The eyes and demeanour
Of a broken bear.
It pained me to see -
So I penned these words.
Thursday 14th November 2019 1:36 pm
Standing in the presence of history
Witness all that has come before
Bewildered in amazement
What a glorious sight!
Speak to me, my wise old poets,
Speak to me while I stand where it all began,
Feed me your recipe
Gather in the Poetry room
Circle around the Poet’s chair
Cozy up in the corner,
This is where I belong
These are my people
Thursday 14th November 2019 1:12 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:I am a Tree | The Nearness of You | In Need of Relief | The Nagging |
GREEN BRONX MACHINE
container of seeds
no place to reap
a radiator tucked behind
forgotten over time
they didn't see
the happening underneath
students on their toes
no sticks or rocks
but a garden box
oohs and awes
couldn't believe their eyes
what a beautiful sight
picking buds for girls
bouquets taken home
Thursday 14th November 2019 12:41 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:BURIED GOLD |
I embrace your abundance of orange, red and gold
as leaves waft to the ground.
Nature’s wondrous way of ‘letting go’.
I feel your darkening days and the chill in the air.
Sharp winds pierce my face.
I hear the birds twittering as they make their plans for migrations --
Looking for a warm bed for winter.
I see apples strewn on the ground.
Then as a squi...
Thursday 14th November 2019 12:14 pm
Lost within the twisting turns of of the corridors of your mind,
Plain to see the agony endured upon your face,
Unwind the thread, leave a trail of breadcrumbs I can find,
That I may lead you out of this cold dark place,
Put your hand in my hand and your trust upon my back,
I'll never let it go and I can bear the weight,
I'll help you to stand, walk with you down this track,
Thursday 14th November 2019 11:52 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:The Last Toast | The Oaken Pole | Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |
Is emptiness a feeling?
Or is it the emotions
your smile is concealing?
Your head full of commotions.
What is it you believe in?
Universe – religion – self,
I can see it in your eyes –
it’s clear that you need some help!
They control you with your fears,
if only you could lull their
faint whispering in your ears.
Constant internal warfare.
Thursday 14th November 2019 2:47 am
His muse walked invisibly
As she always did
Sometimes she hid
But even then
She was there
In the air
Wednesday 13th November 2019 11:15 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Retrograde | Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |
Christmas is a time which we love and adore.
When we are happy, excited and so much more.
It is time when certain magic can all be believed,
When special gifts are both sent and received.
It is a time for families to all get together,
And be merry and joyful - whatever the weather.
It is time to put all quarrels aside,
To have fun and laughter with no need to hide.
Wednesday 13th November 2019 6:50 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Opinions | Shopping | Disco |
you are not the girl i knew
yet i still love you.
you chose a different path
and you're not coming back.
Wednesday 13th November 2019 6:02 pm
Also by marlie:too good | find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |
The salty sea spray sprinkles my skin,
like summer showers
I stand in front of a crust forming at the edge of the beach
Splintered, softened wood
Shiny when wet
Like common jewels
Topaz, ruby, emerald, turquoise, coral pink, terracotta
All there for the picking
All at my feet
Wednesday 13th November 2019 5:07 pm
I want to believe in something
but I have found everything wanting,
it drains my body
and weighs heavily on my mind.
Hard roads, travelling on
a tarmac of vicious blood
seeping out my blistered feet,
and my tortured muscles
holding me back,
but dragging me on.
Wednesday 13th November 2019 2:12 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Parched | The Human Effect |
Days may collect black teardrops in a can,
rendering the night to twitch, turn and crawl.
Rivulets can quell the dreams of a man,
from taking chances, to plunder his all.
I’m told streams wind themselves to a river,
that David Bowie came here to get clean.
To converge is the current of the giver,
to stagnate, the language of the mean.
‘No Mans Land’ is a field w...
Wednesday 13th November 2019 1:56 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Considering Lucy |
Ronnie detests getting wet
so he doesn't go out in the rain
He's afraid there's a chance he'll dissolve
and trickle away down the drain
So he hunkers down in his house
guaranteed to stay warm and dry
and won't put one foot outside
if he spots just one cloud in the sky
But unable to use his car
whilst awaiting a fanbelt today
he ventured out in the rain
Wednesday 13th November 2019 9:07 am
Also by Brian Maryon:The Queen's Empty Pockets | A CIVILIAN'S PERSPECTIVE | The End | Baaaastard !!!! | The Uxbridge Road |
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 |
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 |
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. |
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 |
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. |
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 |
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