Poetry Blogs (2019)
Such a dangerous thing
To let myself get wrapped up in you
Destroying every moment
Restricting all other movement
Everything is you
You’re near yet too far
Too far to take this to the level
Where we can tousle
Around late at night
You’ve got me hypnotized
Taking me to greater heights
In every possible way
Tuesday 10th December 2019 11:26 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:At Peace | Calculated Game | Simple | With a drink in hand | Voice In My Ear |
Sitting on the apple tree
Purloining space and time
A wee robin redbreast
Doing what a robin does
Pecking as it ruffles its feathers
Scattering rain drops all around
The robin expects nothing, except luck
The luck of the draw
The cock Robin
Has a hen Robin and sings to her with glee.
Even in the soaking rain
Such sights and sounds astound me.
Nothing is as iridescent as this robi...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 10:51 pm
Also by John E Marks:Solstice Song | For Cathy, poet | For John Donne, poet | On the Narrow road | Love will tear us apart, again | Lunecliff | The Alpha and Omega | Nothing more | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | The solitary rose of our breath | Bandit country | A shadow behind the sun | Suttee |
You think me blind
That I don’t see the devil in your smile,
And the demons in your head.
The scars on your body,
And the stains on your heart
So, when I remind you of the empathy in your eyes
And the gentleness of your strong hands,
You feign silent exasperation at my “lack of sight”,
And what you call “misguided hopeful belief”
As such you put it upon yoursel...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 9:59 pm
Thank God for kindred spirits
who get it,
this lyrical love affair
that consumes our days
and lights up starless nights,
that eases the strife
of a messed up life,
that creates a paradise,
where passion pervades,
and love never fades.
# # #
Tuesday 10th December 2019 9:00 pm
Also by Vautaw:Arrogance Immunity | Fan Girl |
coming out of the radio
of a car parked up outside my house
I couldn't make out what he was saying
I was lay in bed thinking about my security
his voice was bassy and muffled
cos it was coming out of the radio
of a car parked up outside my house
I was lay in bed thinking about my security
my dreams had been very strange
a green and white striped baby animal
with two h...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 8:09 pm
Not weary or, "All tuckered out,"
On every level,
Past the point of return, burned out,
As one thing after another, smothers
The breath from my chest,
As test after never ending test,
"Trust falls," backwards into my waiting hands,
Screaming, "Catch me if you can!"
And all the, "Peppy," shit that I've told myself across the years,
Tuesday 10th December 2019 4:57 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Angular | Highway Code |
I see a world where men will hold opinions,
and yet they can agree to disagree;
a world that will address the dying millions,
instead of the pretence we cannot see.
I see a time when wars are just in stories,
or histories about the years gone past;
when we will not reflect on martial glories,
but celebrate the peace and make it last.
I see a world when neighbours know each other
and are p...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 2:41 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Waiting | Hailstones |
Laura’s snaffled an exclusive
freshly minted by the Tories
a left-wing thug has punched a bloke!
she tweets, ignores the story
about the PM and the photograph
the crisis in our NHS
kids on drips curled up on floors
the current government’s heartlessness
you see, a stolen phone is nothing
when you’ve a brand-new lie to share
about the punch that never happened
by a mob that wasn’t there
Tuesday 10th December 2019 2:10 pm
Goodbye Krampus, return to your castle of jet
No 'Ho Ho Ho' for you, old friend
Don't Krampus style big ears!
Elves we may be, but we're hard as gnomes.
Winter's empire is advancing through snow
Christmas spirits keep the supermarkets going
What do we do with a drunken Santa?
Asked the drunken Krampus, shall we give
Him mulled wine and keep him away from...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 1:36 pm
Birds bunched up
under the feeder
at seeds mingled in
the yellowed grass
getting the leftovers
the pecking order rules
as the mean one
chases off the small
but small birds persist
they circle back around
outsmarting the bully
Tuesday 10th December 2019 12:47 pm
Also by d.knape:Whale Fall | Vaults Of Wisdom | Stupid Old People | Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |
A man I knew who lived in Vilamoura which is a vulgar
Replica of a real Portuguese Village, decide to walk
The whole length of the land, he came upon an old
a village so aged that houses collapsed by too many years.
A few people belonging to a sect didn’t move.
No, they were not Jehovah witnesses who prefer ringing
On people’s doorbell at Tv time.
They were i...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 12:22 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:roses poem | when love is not | oddity of sex | the kiss | the land of dream | sunday an sermon | new truths | when in need | military service |
How about we do a deal,
you scratch my back and I’ll
You can sod off –not touching
your back or anywhere else.
I thought you liked me.
I like the Taj Mahal – but I’m not
flying all the way out to India just
to check the friggin’ architecture.
Is it because my breath smells
or something? Boo Hoo.
Don’t even go there! I’ve seen
better pictures in th...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 12:01 pm
Also by Philipos:TECHNOS | BULKHEADS | ROSES | SKIES | EVEN SONG | SCENTS |
Let me fan the flames
of your fandom
tickling ‘like’ and painting praise
watching out for typos
You and I
out of here
you and I
should get a room
What would we do in there
behind the locking door?
Turn two armchairs facing inwards
swap endless breathless monologues
clinging on to voices
hanging from each word
at what point would we be satisfied
at what point would we...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 10:26 am
Also by Tom:House On The Edge of Town |
I forgot your name,
This lazy day,
As though the world did not matter,
There remains a husk of me,
Lying in my aforementioned grave.
Though it can’t be clear,
For sure foregone,
A secant tangential line in the sand.
All I ever wanted,
Was to name the phrase,
I love you,
But that’s the way of winters past,
A boat on fi...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 9:52 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Beauty |
Side-glancing in an Argentinian Cafe
I like just watching people
Interact, talking, smile
Creates a pleasant feeling
Inside me for a while
The Argentinian cafe man
Animates with sparkling eyes
Catches me side-glancing
Smiles back (to my surprise)
Bounces round the room
(Gosh this cappuccino's nice)
Watching smiles grow, bloom
Tuesday 10th December 2019 8:38 am
Also by Don Matthews:The Newsagent | Publisher Wanted | Doomy Gloomy | Does No-one Know Where Rose Is ? | Brains to Practice On | The Lady of the GPS | Fluffer Round With Flowery Words | What is The Like-Minders Society ? | Learning Haiku – Important Point |
I stand alone.
In this far-reaching sky tower
Can you hear me......
Is there anybody there?
A deafening silence on the line.
From the window......
Just deserted streets.
Where are you now?
Sweat beads across my furrowed brow.
An unease takes centre stage.
Confusion spreads uncontrollably.
What has gone wrong......
How can I understand this?
The clock is ticking away.
I lose my comp...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 5:41 am
Also by Robert holyland:Ascension | Kingdom of comfort (political manifesto) | Lovers moon | There will be Silence. | Nobody | Idle thoughts of the mad. | United States of Nowhere |
Calico cats are an epitome of beauty
A creole of colors and an unruly hooligan
Yet the world still thinks this is horribly gorgeous
Praised on paper but never in person
The world says it loves black cats, but believes in myths and curses
The biggest cats are only seen as claws and fur
Yet the women who can afford this apparel ignore the lost and feral
Common colors of house ca...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 4:10 am
Also by Cherry Erich:These Cages Aren’t Metaphors Anymore |
When in love you understand
Every emotion, feeling, dismay and fear
So it never pushes the other to the wall
And does what is best for them and him
For the foundation is strong and rock solid
Falling and going back is not gonna happen
But when one falls then other stretches hand to let them stand back again
But when one fears the other anoints the cause away
Tuesday 10th December 2019 1:07 am
Also by Do.RoThy:I love you? | I thank thee!! | Waiting!! | Missing you!! | Confused!! | The beginning!!! 💖 | 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!! |
There was wind in the door
It's always the tell
Now it's open and the path is there
Why does it mean so much to me?
So much now that it's here?
Why does it matter?
Kneeling into the sticks
All brown and composting earth
But it's cold a little bit
And the trees are bare as birth
And the dirt is so soft beneath my hands
And a roly poly digs back in
And I am unde...
Tuesday 10th December 2019 12:13 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:(untitled) | Everyone Has Their Thoughts and Comments | Weapons of War | Armor |
A moment in time
When everything stops
So still and quiet
And everybody stares
Because you are there,
And you stop time
Tuesday 10th December 2019 12:06 am
Also by Starri:Merry Christmas | Spring |
Walking into the light
My minds messed up, deep inside my head
Like its backwards facing, waiting to be led
Staring through the darkness, blacker than the night
My eyes opened wide, yet unable to see the light
My feet are facing forwards, yet alas I cannot run
Shackled hands behind my back, can’t move fingers or my thumbs
I can feel my heartbeat beating, deep within ...
Monday 9th December 2019 7:06 pm
Also by poemagraphic:A party fit for a Prince | Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |
Your life is
a blank page
to write upon.
Monday 9th December 2019 5:27 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Poetic Highs | Candle |
We have been taken by a treachery. Bid old
by those who connive, yet still of ourselves.
The things we want are always shiny, cheap,
divisive and ugly. And now the people will die.
We will blame, of course. We all scream for Ice
Cream. The Muslims, the Jew. Those fucking
Romanians! There is hatred, cash to be made
from every creed. And now the people will die.
Monday 9th December 2019 2:34 pm
She sat down
At her writer's desk
With her box of
And her pallet of
And as she painted
She tried to glue
To make some sense
Of the world
In the paper thin mirror
Which was both
Her life and
The jumbled paragraphs
On to the canvass
Acrobats of her mind
Spilling ideas of
Monday 9th December 2019 12:21 pm
In 'my' mind/heart 心
Ideas, plans, memories and emotions
Flow freely in the never-ending stream.
In 'my' heart/mind 心
A character grows misshapen
From its constricted roots,
And the winds which blow
Hot, then cold, then hot again.
Monday 9th December 2019 11:34 am
Pull me closer until our breath combines
Sway me like oceans controlled by the moon
Let your fingers dance on my skin
I want to play this game with you
Moves made to control the other
Hands delicately placed to tease you
Crimson lips on your neck
Bruise this body with my words
Leave my mark, show them where I’ve been
Show them all what I’ve claimed
Monday 9th December 2019 9:55 am
Also by Cait Abbott:Limbo | Ascend |
You once asked me why I loved you.
I didn’t know what to say.
Because you are kind,
like a viper, killing quickly.
Or because you’re wicked smart,
like a jungle cat stalking its prey.
Because you see me, deeply,
that much is true.
I didn’t know what to say,
so I didn’t say anything at all.
In the silence that has settled
in the years a...
Monday 9th December 2019 12:01 am
Give me a country that cares
Give me a country that holds it's head high
Give me a country that still has some pride
But make it one that loves it's neighbour
Whether they vote Tory or Labour
No matter what the colour of their skin
Their sexual preference or building they pray in
So don't talk to me withyour patronising words
Wearing the mask of someone who cares
Don't talk to me like...
Sunday 8th December 2019 5:02 pm
Each morning as I left for work I secured the house,
Closing the windows against smoke and insects
And shutting the bedroom doors.
Our cat was scared of toms in the neighbourhood
So she stayed inside during the day
And I didn't want the bedspreads full of cat hairs.
But every evening I would find Miss Puss
Luxuriously laid out in one of the twins' rooms.
I convinced myself...
Sunday 8th December 2019 3:34 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Christmas Cake |
(A repost from earlier this year. But worth repetition. I'll just leave it hanging here for election week)
"I am Boris Johnson; now my story shall be told;
I have plundered an existence, positioning myself to my advantage";
“All lies and jest”;
Still you pricks hear what you want to hear and disregard the rest,
Denying any part in Britain’s mess.
On the rostrum stands...
Sunday 8th December 2019 11:57 am
Also by John Coopey:COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES | THE MORE THAT IT CHANGES |
Spinning in sheets like seamstress ghosts, hands raised to holy host
Crooked hooks litter logs like lightning strikes
Insects moving in the moon lit night, watching, waiting, invading
Without pills all I hear is scathing, insect grooves shivering, shaking
Tree limbs breaking in the dark, rapid breath, raging heart
They're coming, fast as darts, through the shadows like liquid sparks
Sunday 8th December 2019 7:29 am
Mind's clouded with disbelief
Eyes raining with tears
I can't laugh
Mem'ries are vivid clear
I met you in another world,
A man-made world
Everyday waiting for the screen to light up
For you to hit me up
And talk all night long
Because we board the same boat
As we read the same book,
Fandoms never different
We board the same boat
In two diff'rent countries
Like we were in a parallel u...
Sunday 8th December 2019 1:37 am
Panama Love a short story.
The Panama canal is about 51 miles long. Constructed to save the hazardous and longer trip around the infamous Cape Horn. Its an engineering wonder! Made by man to connect the Atlantic sea with the Pacific Ocean it was started by the French in the eighteen hundreds who gave up because of the death rate among workers, which was in the hundreds, it was finished by ...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:48 pm
To the marrow of a hinge in the door looming within the spaces in my spine.
I partake unwillingly into the silence of the thereafter; I hear them walking after these hours...
I do so.
Linger in the niche halfway of dawn predessessing names, and umbilical alliances from the severed.
The key is in the shadow and the sun.
The howl before humanity: I am somehow unasleep beneath the moo...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:32 pm
Let's just say we're abandoning science-fiction quests
regarding them all as poor sand-castles
shrinking from the buffetting of any day
let alone the tide they had thought to challenge.
Plain speaking might be best but think
no one seems able to get their ducks in a line
ducks more like scraps of feather and echoes of quack
unable to even trip over a lyrical line or lifeline.
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:08 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Dressed In Easy Colours |
Sitting on the point
of a careless ledge,
gripping on for
this brute of a life,
the savage ghosts
of lasting memories
grasping and prising
the hard goat headed past,
grinding on, a moral morass
hazard lights, rabbit blinded
glued to the bloody spot,
a murderous intention,
a voiceless host.
Saturday 7th December 2019 5:37 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Goodbye voice |
The winter time - it may be cold and wet,
But there are things which we should not forget.
Do you enjoy trudging through the snow,
Or rather stay inside with nowhere to go?
Of course we now have Christmas too,
Which is a time to rejoice for me and you.
And we prepare for the long dark nights,
A new year begins with great delight.
And so it is now time to look ahead,
Not with de...
Saturday 7th December 2019 4:19 pm
"Sadness has been busy
Innovating in its laboratory
Don’t be fooled by
We have to keep up
We’ve become complacent
Thinking that sadness
Stands still–it doesn’t
Not even for a minute
We’re not polling well
With the under ninety-sevens
Some sort of lift"
Saturday 7th December 2019 3:29 pm
her heart was so loving,
night was a delightful coming,
she was alive and curoius
pretending he was serious
she wanted him so much
was the truth of such,,,,
the same feeling rose again,
she blessed him until the end.
never will she forget,
how he touch her when they met
never in person or in the flesh,
but again and again, she felt his caress.
it must ...
Saturday 7th December 2019 1:22 pm
Also by coyote:internet |
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that mor...
Saturday 7th December 2019 12:01 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Hold fast to dreams/ሕልሞችህን ወድር (በላንግሰቶን ሁጌስ/ትርጉም ዓለም ኃይሉ) |
Beyond The Gone Crowd
There is a blind that cares for me,
A blind that rolls in the morn and then again, evening,
The colour, no consequence, no form or
Importance as, when rolled either up, or down,
Colour changes shape and shine, shadow
Within the room where cherubs once sang, and laughed.
Every morn the roll lifts itself a hope
Of life outside be...
Friday 6th December 2019 9:44 pm
Also by ZTK Space:Beyond The Gone Crowd | Above The Fluttering Butterfly |
Twas the night
Of Christmas eve
Usually I'd have
But tis the season
Of good will
Take your chance
Hitch a ride
On Santa's sleigh
Let me lap up
With a drunken
Friday 6th December 2019 9:39 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:I-solation |
Cool cat sat on the cold snow.
Coal black cat, Cheshire Cat grin,
Looking up to see within.
White flakes floating down, carpeting, covering all around.
Snow can cover such a multitude of sins.
Cool cat sat on the white mat,
Softly he began to hum a song.
He though of his lost love long gone
Over the seas to nonsense land.
There no snow but always winter,...
Friday 6th December 2019 7:41 pm
legends and fables tell us of yet another Father Christmas who unlike the one we all know to be good,kind and generous is instead pure evil and is called Krampus.
Devil shaped horns
raven black stare
menacing goat lord
strength of lion
threating heartless killer
screeches death wish
Satanic slaves obey
hunting chosen few
selected child sacrifices
stealing their s...
Friday 6th December 2019 6:44 pm
The only way to describe it, is like a hole in a pair of jeans,
At first you ignore it, but that hole starts to get bigger.
It gets so big that you have to decide what to do.
Sew it together, close the gap, but it doesn’t sit quite right after that.
Or patch it up; cover it with another fabric.
From the outside it is new and clean, but underneath that hole is still there.
Friday 6th December 2019 5:00 pm
I wish you would come here, stay near me - lay.
Stare at the sky. Count the stars.
Feel the feeling of love sparking up the beatless hearts.
And view, Similar kind of imaginations
displaying over our unconscious minds.
Instead of assuming, each of us are being alone
in a separate situation.
In the night, let’s get lost in each others arms.
I wouldn’t touch if it ...
Friday 6th December 2019 1:00 pm
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
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