Poetry Blogs (2019)
You should have been able
to open that attachment
but since you couldn't
I suggest you detach yourself
as I have
from all reality
or attach yourself to
you don't want to fool around
with someone already attached
I will attach another attachment
if you can't open this one
you have a problem
you will never know
Thursday 14th November 2019 11:17 am
Also by d.knape: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 |
The Place in my Soul
It was like yesterday when I start to remember
When the face of a man, softly said-
Hey, little baby, it's Daddy here, you must wake up,
it is your first day in December
It was like yesterday when he picked me up from the tar
It is going to be ok, as he brushed the sand from my knee
Tomorrow the sore will be far
It was like yesterday whe...
Thursday 14th November 2019 9:30 am
Also by Dewald:It is that time of day... |
Once upon a time Everbody loved me
And i was happy to have everybody in my life
Then everybody soon started disappearing
And i was happy to have Somebody in my life
Somebody loved me a lot and cared for a lot
Then Somebody's mind got swayed and He left
Now Nobody loves me, He loves me a not lot but lots of not and nots of lot
When Everybody and Somebody went away
I was only...
Thursday 14th November 2019 6:23 am
Also by Do.RoThy: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 can be annoying
I can be nice
It's all a slice/part
Of don matthews life
Why do you Don
Lower-case your name?
Maybe it's because
I'm not seeking fame
I'm little don Nobody
Like Emily Dickinson
Writing rhyme poems
As just simple don
Don, you're an enigma
You've just upper-cased
Yourself as a Nobody
And Don you've effaced...
Thursday 14th November 2019 6:03 am
Also by Don Matthews: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 |
Thinking back to a time when I was so motivated
Had nothing but time
Everything was over rated
So cloudy my mind but now I’m seeing clear
So many things I feared but now I have no fear
& maybe that’s what scares you
The motivation I have for me
I’m taking the bull by the horns
Gonna be who I have the potential to be
You can stay
Or you are free to go
But I need ...
Thursday 14th November 2019 2:51 am
Also by Aimee:Together in my thoughts | Falling In November | Ink On Paper | Ink On Paper |
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 |
Forget me not blue
As an Alaskan blueberry
Endurance is a flower
A bulb in winter’s depth
A rare-repeated wonder:
A sin we must forget.
In this world-of-make-believe:
Cancer, the death of children,
Are falling autumn leaves.
I see a road before me
A road I walk in vain
A road through Trawden, Lancashire
A road that’s no...
Wednesday 13th November 2019 8:06 pm
Also by John E Marks: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 |
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
Here's to all the loves I lost and the lovers I have gained,
here's to all the paths I've crossed and some on which I have remained,
Here's to all the hope I've tossed carelessly into the wishing well,
And here's to all the bawdy, roudy, tawdry tales I've lived to tell,
Here's to all the pretty maids that shared my well worn bed in youth,
Here's to all the wise old owls who taught m...
Wednesday 13th November 2019 4:40 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:The Oaken Pole | Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |
I am a tree
I stand tall
Nothing bothers me
I am a tree
I sway back and forth
The breeze gently moves me
I am a tree
I provide shade
Gather around under me
I am a tree
I provide clean air
Breathe me in and your lungs will be free
I am a tree
I am your summer escape
Your tire swing swings below me
I am a tree
I am your resting spot
After a long working day
I am a tree
Wednesday 13th November 2019 2:53 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:The Nearness of You | In Need of Relief | The Nagging |
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 drown 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 |
I have no words
to express the happiness
you brought to me
in quiet moments
in a wooded glade
dappled by sunlight
threading oaky leaves
those pleasant days
we thought could never end
but ended anyway
a cluster of butterflies
stitching the air
pauses its tapestry,
an endless instant
Wednesday 13th November 2019 11:02 am
Also by Rick:Poetry readings - approach with caution - they can turn deadly | christmas where a girlfriend worked |
A rose poem
A walking cobbler came to Yasmin valley
That had a small brook with swimming ducks
Even though since everyone wore clogs
He decided to settle down in this pleasant vale
The cobbler was educated in Frankfurt and
As we know the Germans are astute workers.
Recuperating after hitting his knee on a boulder
On a bed of Yasmin, he reclined and fed by maidens...
Wednesday 13th November 2019 10:44 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:occupation | social housing | the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |
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 |
The sun is setting in the aged's sky,
Not long to go before they die.
The sun is rising for the young as they plan ahead,
Full of opportunities and surprises,ambition led.
The hearses are waiting to pick the old up,
Wondering when they'll drink their last cup.
Plenty of drinks for the young to swallow,
Large queues at the banks for them to borrow.
The money is th...
Wednesday 13th November 2019 8:53 am
Also by hugh: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 ! |
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 |
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 |
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. |
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. |
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
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
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
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