Poetry Blogs (2019)
The Stars Are Our Future
(There's something about the underlying message here that bothers me. To say we are 'done with this place, let's go find another' is a cop-out. The underlying cause is too many people. Population continues to increase and we breed like rabbits. The Earth can only sustain a finite number of people. There is an urgent need to reduce population to a sustainable level ...
Friday 22nd November 2019 8:18 am
Also by Don Matthews:Boomerang. It's all Wrong | My Boy He Went To Kindy | I Like My Gloomy Doomy | Cafe | Amateur Poet Bert Applies For Entry to Like-Minders Society Theme Park | Greed Rules the World – I Guess | Checking Into Rehab | 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 |
Longing for belonging
Scarce abundance of my defining hormone
Grown within a culture of colour
Now a tar pit of gazing strangers surrounds my lonely island
A Peek behind my biological curtain will reveal ordinary bones
Focused on flesh their telescopes conduct a mini alien investigation
Liberation I foolishly stepped towards before colliding with the bars of this new cage
Friday 22nd November 2019 6:39 am
Matter of course
Holds solid truth
Source of vibration
Mind's eye carries its reverberation
Instantanious light creation
The relation is of matter and of course is solid truth
So let it flow
expand and grow
no matter your thinking be acute or obtuse
Stand in the harmonic node and your s...
Friday 22nd November 2019 6:20 am
Also by New Shoes:And So We Eat Again |
The darkest of lights.
Penetrates my mind’s eye.
Blistering the soul.
It caresses my spirit.
I’m ready to accept.
The blackness overwhelming me.
Just a shadow of who I used to be.
I’ve walked as far away as I can.
Never looking back. Into your light.
I can no longer give myself to you.
The selfishness within me has taken control.
I see no point in bothering to care.
A future await...
Friday 22nd November 2019 5:29 am
Also by Robert holyland:Bread and butter. | Dreams it seems. | Always waiting | One Hundred Years | No answers. | Shadow victim | 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. |
I see where I came from
Where I went
Living happy and proud
All the things around
The days pass me now
The thoughts surround
One more day
Or evening perhaps
Just to wrap my head around
The things I found dear
One more minute in the moment
Is all I wish
It all came crashing down
Friday 22nd November 2019 3:45 am
Friday 22nd November 2019 1:44 am
Also by A Peterson:The Journey | Tips for turns | I saw you |
I liked you better
When I first met you
When you seemed to really like me
I liked you better
Before I really knew you
When I thought you were honest with me
I liked you better
When I thought you were true
Until you were unfaithful to me
Friday 22nd November 2019 12:34 am
Also by Lynn 7m.:Voicemail | I'm sorry | I don't understand. Do you? | Give me one good reason | Played | I gave. You never. |
I look in the mirror, what do I see?
What on Earth happened to me?
I see two sad eyes without a life.
A flower now replaced with a knife.
I see a lonely man misunderstood.
I would change this man if I could.
Into my life, uninvited he came.
He kept my face and took my name.
There's an icy grip in his cold stare.
I would walk away, but I don't dare.
Possession his present, a hellish gift.
Thursday 21st November 2019 11:37 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Dreams |
Emotion recollected in tranquillity
never did quite do it for me:
I see the river Thames,
I see the people flow,
all kinds and conditions,
in rain and sun and snow.
Now, you might know
the Green man in Kingsbury,
which abhors the National Front,
or, you may wander in Kew Gardens,
or, you may sometimes have a punt.
Westminster traitors to the north of the river
Thursday 21st November 2019 11:05 pm
Also by John E Marks:Near water | Breath | Even the olives are bleeding | a lay for a lady | The blues | Man and Dog | Above the vaulted sky | A splash of yellow across a sometime sky | Unreported crime | A loving heart is truest wisdom | After reading the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore | 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 |
If I had the time and staying power
i would walk weightlessly through the
solar system to the moon and wave
to you from there – and I would say to
the guy who smiles a lot with ethereal
ways – there she goes – don’t you think
she’s rather sweet – treading along the
promenade of zen with her pale blue eyes.
Thursday 21st November 2019 10:50 pm
Also by Philipos:(untitled) | WINDSOCKS | LETTERS FROM THE SURGERY | SLEEPING ROUGH | RISKING A CROPPER | SLOTTING IT IN | I SEE NO SHIPS | (untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |
Love isn't as romantic as they paint it to be.
It was not a magical premonition knowing who I'd marry someday.
It was getting to know you and deciding that on my own terms.
It was not blazing fire and passion.
It was a gentle touch,
An easy way of coming into my life.
Like sunshine in the morning,
slowly illuminating everything on its path.
Thursday 21st November 2019 10:34 pm
Is sobriety killing my creativity?
Or is it better off this way?
It's hard to find some comfort in this
When all I know is pain
I couldn't go on much longer
With the way I was feeling inside
But who am I now that I'm sober?
Loss of identity will reside
Let me feel the lines of your hands
From your finger tips on down
I don't know how to fix me
But your skin is safe and sound
Thursday 21st November 2019 8:22 pm
Also by Nick:Suicidal OCD. |
The shivering spine of sex
musters its forces
rises up before the naked king
hope security trust
all at stake on the roulette wheel of love,
shit or bust.
Thursday 21st November 2019 8:18 pm
Also by ray pool:ANGER MISMANAGEMENT | SLEEP WALKING | STRANGER THAN FICTION | NEEDING MAYBE A TITLE IN LATIN | ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |
Let's walk through the park
until the moon says it's dark
Let's dance through the flowers
for hours and hours and hours.
We'll laugh at all the funny things
never answer when the telephone rings
We'll cry when we see those things sad
and promise that we'll never be so bad
Together stroll along the beach
and feel completely out of reach
Playing with the sand ...
Thursday 21st November 2019 8:11 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:To believe in something | Parched | The Human Effect |
Oh Praying Mantis
with your odd knees
you scare bejeesus
out of me
God made you up
I guess He's pleased
but for my sake
please take your leave.
Thursday 21st November 2019 12:04 pm
Also by d.knape:You Left Before I Could Say Goodbye | I Caint Hear Too Good | Behold The Whale | Swishing Skirts | Leave Well Enough Alone | Fan Club | 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 |
I’m waiting for a friend of mine
He is having heart surgery tomorrow
And it is lonely not having friends around
The day before a serious surgery
We’ll not talk about illnesses’ and other
Subject related to hospitals.
Not talking in hushed voices but about
The calm sea and seagulls: I know it is
One of my favourite subjects.
Talk about everything else...
Thursday 21st November 2019 10:29 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:pride | roses are not blue | sadness | sea and people | 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 |
Life chose to bless me with a little rain amongst the sunshine,
Chose to water my soul and allow it to grow,
I'll confess at the time I resented the pain that was made mine,
But I wouldn't change a thing now I know what I know,
Because it watered the garden at the very heart of me,
Irrigated and enriched that virgin newborn soil,
And the wild flora that spawned from its flow beca...
Thursday 21st November 2019 10:07 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Hindsight | A Trail of Breadcrumbs | The Last Toast | The Oaken Pole | Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |
I've seen something on TV recently that filled me with alarm and I feel duty bound to alert fellow WOLers.
I'm not sure whether it was an advert or docu-drama. It featured a builder and his small team going about their work in an almost unbelievable manner. First of all there were two women on the team...obviously an attempt to show their inclusivity credentials, but how realistic is it?
Thursday 21st November 2019 8:18 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Rainman | The Queen's Empty Pockets | A CIVILIAN'S PERSPECTIVE | The End | Baaaastard !!!! | The Uxbridge Road |
The main part of the poem
Herculean welcome: Hallo. You huge, hilarious human! Have honorary heart of hyacinth with humming birds!
Herculean welcome: Hallo. Am I a gorgeous orchid without any sonorous oblivion and dreamy rumination about the Horologium?
Standing, waiting I see, hear, taste, touch feeling of this night outside from Pavel´s window sill near an ewer and three cacti so dear l...
Thursday 21st November 2019 8:00 am
Also by PawelekMarkiewicz:Poem about Prometheus | Three kinds of insects |
From the center of our solar system
The sun casts light out to every corner of the universe.
We celebrate the light,
and remark on its changes
In our calendars and almanacs
as eclipses, equinoxes, and solstices
In our paintings and literature
To the sun credit is commonly given
for all life on earth,
Thursday 21st November 2019 2:35 am
Mummy's life shall never be Empty
Elsie her name meaning 'God of plenty
Next part her name in Honour of her Nan
God named this baby Elsie Ann
Written in silk diamonds and lace
Elsie means Godly and Ann it means grace
Heart warming daughter blessed be such mothers
Beautiful angel and her lovely big brothers
Little girl so precious and bright
Lives you will change as you spread your light .
Wednesday 20th November 2019 10:35 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:INTERVENTION DEVINE | About the boy |
Are you happy now I'm dead?
And all the things you left unsaid
Are swirling around inside your head -
Shrapnel slicing through a brain
Leaving little chance to heal again,
And sees you in remorseless pain.
Are you happy now I'm dead?
But remember - I've just gone ahead
To where you''ll find the patient dead.
Time takes its toll on all, you ejit,
Once met - soon vanis...
Wednesday 20th November 2019 10:33 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:TWO PRESIDENTS | GOODBYE TO MARINA AND PEARL | SPOT THE DIFFERENCE | CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |
I watched as others posted
Poetry oh! So grand
Much better and much wiser
Stuff people could understand
Mines sometimes esoteric
For maybe, just one or two
About topics that are hidden
And mostly out of view
About occult and arcane stuff
Giving metaphysical indigestion
I dear say a few have had enough
Who would want to read
Wednesday 20th November 2019 9:36 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Not a clue | Grenfell Tower | Let's begin | 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 |
Kissed by Sun
The chosen one
Wonder fills her eyes
Chasing the squirrel
With bushy black tail
Never out of her tries
On way back
Tracing the track
Outstretched her palm
See mumma see
A squirrel baby
Tara rara rumpumpum
Without a doubt
I saw the invisible thing
A child’s play
My heart slay
High and low I sing
Wednesday 20th November 2019 9:15 pm
Also by TROY:Song of Death | Prayer |
I scour the canvas
and open tins
and unscrew tops
and play Brahms.
Dip and watch the colours argue.
And then the thrill
at a stroke.
Maybe a blemish?
Vodka helps recall
the very image
of her mouth,
And I persue its loss
her likeness emerges.
Tommy Carroll words and image.
I agree with my sadness in w...
Wednesday 20th November 2019 9:10 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:The Pieces | loves passport check | r e f u g e | The Woman at My Table | Dragging the luggage | Advice to the Elderly on Bonfire Night |
Captain: Tonight the crew party with the guests.
The man who made the Titanic is aboard
and we celebrate while we can.
Should we journey to a new world of grandeur,
times ahead can think with wonder
how they got where they are
and remember the man who made the Titanic.
How easy could a captain's sleep be
skating over billowing black sheets,
and only the yellowing thousand watt moon
Wednesday 20th November 2019 8:26 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:wordswordswords | Hide | What Happens In Mid-Air | We Voted With Our Dancing Feet |
I whisper the soft salutations of moonlight.
Listening as talking.
Have I witnessed the past or future in the present moment and did I even write this?
She formulates a voice of whispers like erattic ocean waves sprawling drunkenly upon the shore.
An empty place hurts the forms that want to love it with hands that give as they receive./
/an empty place hurts with hands that like ...
Wednesday 20th November 2019 6:31 pm
Also by Daniel King:A work of progress. Title: Pending | Red Faced King Pegasus my Bridal my Pheeny. | Black eyed Robin of the midnight Walnut tree | THE WAR NEVER EXISTED LONG LIVE THE WAR |
There's a simple logic to seeing the worst in others
It's like a happy-proof vest for a sad person undercover
The bad we see in others is a reflection of how we feel
And that explains a lot of things a great deal
The same way a thief hates to be stolen from and a liar hates to be deceived
Is the same way some persons fail to see in others the good they can't see in themselves...
Wednesday 20th November 2019 5:05 pm
Up in heaven there is a club.
Full of people that I love.
I have named it “Happy” because you’ll see,
Everyone is as jolly as can be.
There are no illnesses or unhappy thoughts,
No broken bones or negative reports.
Just laughter and merriment all around,
If only we could see this from the ground.
I’d like to visit and see my friends,
Go to the place where sadness ends....
Wednesday 20th November 2019 3:25 pm
Also by Ashleigh Davies:My Horse |
Life has been a freezing tale
Amidst the mist and stormy gale
Thawing the ice to melted dice
As sorrows end and happiness thrives
Wednesday 20th November 2019 1:30 pm
Also by Do.RoThy:Sound of love!! | Doe went for a hair cut!!! | My sleep went moon walking!! | Flight to freedom | Inspired words!! | Chewing gum effect!! | DIY - a task to start | 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!!!!!! |
Visions of the future,
Dreams of reality,
Our plane of existence,
Relies on duality,
The controllers of this world,
A separate ruling class,
I see through their bullshit,
The language of the looking glass,
Symbols and language,
Are the key to understanding,
The lies and deceptions,
And the trauma-based programming,
Rhetoric and satire,
The weapons of the wizard,
Words truly are magic...
Wednesday 20th November 2019 4:52 am
I am that pain you hide that fact that resides in the river of your thoughts
That sly feeling you get when you throw on that coat ready look in the mirror and smirk
The same embodiment when you look at that girl and she lifts up that skirt
Or when you see that one guy who has been eyeing you ordering that same drink slipping his desire into it when you turn your head
Have you forgotte...
Wednesday 20th November 2019 2:21 am
In the midst of a mist
Time to cease and desist
For to continue on would prove
Going forward is futile
But back would be imbecile
The wise choice is not to move
Wait the mist out
Then without doubt
The path will be plain to see
Clear as a vision
To make the decision
To follow that path
To be free
Tuesday 19th November 2019 10:38 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Time |
“Sixteen seconds of terror; just another school shooting in America.”
the news report receives less airtime
than the duration of the shooting itself
peaceful, Sunday-morning sunrise
filters through cracks in the blinds
of our patio window, bent fractals of light
illuminated across the terrors of this world
I chose to bring you into, unfolding
on the ...
Tuesday 19th November 2019 1:38 pm
Also by Emilia Callahan:Untitled (edge of sanity) |
Sometimes I dream of Siberia
and reindeer herds invading wilderness
invisible on paper maps or Google.
From nowhere a tiny village:
a post office, gas station, two hotels
an outdoor pool for masochists;
mountains wear a cloak of ice
the Moscow cook's on strike again
as executioner climate change
advances drunk with forest songs
Tuesday 19th November 2019 10:36 am
Also by john short:THE SIN |
9th November 2019
A wall of shame
cut through a city and a people
a bleak new division:
we and the world turned away
A wall fell
remade a city, a people, a history
a bright new union:
we and the world rejoiced
Now we fashion
our uniquely British wall
a tragedy of repeated history:
the world wonders, shrugs
Tuesday 19th November 2019 9:41 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Vita hominum flos est |
I went to a wedding the atmosphere was alive,
I look forward to mine I hope I survive.
I went to a funeral the atmosphere was dead,
Each person was sad ,each bowing a head.
Old people at weddings always poke me and say,"You're next !"
So I started to do the same things to them in a text.
Did'nt want them to know it was me,
Got my own back at the funerals, tee hee.
Tuesday 19th November 2019 9:40 am
Also by hugh:Light fright | Tired of living in a tyre | Wife's jealousy eradicates future dog dominance | 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 ! |
You outflanked me a thousand times
But I outlived you
And after all the meaningless debates on generalship
I find it far more noble
to be able to draw another breath.
So I will dance a little jig
as I carry your coffin
to your resting place.
You won't outflank me this time.
Tuesday 19th November 2019 1:57 am
Also by Michael Triandafils:Hazy Hazy Me | Everything is Funny | Proud of the Weight | Songs For Your Quarters |
I've only ever seen shadows,
Basked against the wall,
Like darts in a grey home.
That should send shivers down your spine,
Though you should know that a saddled man can't ride.
I find it interesting,
That god was the meaning of it all,
Before the beginning of time.
I wonder if time was just ours,
Or something else.
Tuesday 19th November 2019 12:34 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:A strange feeling |
I hope to meet you somewhere after all this
I'll make it up in quiet time, I promise
Gentle, quiet, time, from stream to sea, think of all the lives washed through
Into raging torrents we hurl ourselves, unaware of the tide
Slack water in my soul, everything gone flat
Cardboard houses filled with cats, calico comrades
Find a corner in the dark and stare
Light the lamps so the fish can find ...
Tuesday 19th November 2019 12:32 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:Antifreeze | Ardea herodias | Sleeping among spiders | Bacteria culture | Umbilical | Slave of the flies |
I am listening
very closely to you,
just as the Buddhists would
on your voice,
how it sounds,
and the content of your words,
trying my best to
ignore my thoughts
that keep rudely interrupting,
how your hair
pinned like that
resembles Katharine Hepburn
in The African Queen
which is based upon
a 1935 book by
Monday 18th November 2019 9:52 pm
Also by Tom Harding:The Wrestler | The Hard Problem | The Secret of his Success | Thoughts This Morning | Now | Late Night Movie | Bad Influences |
She’d always walk up and start talking
as if you were already in the middle
of a conversation. At first, I’d ask her
what the Hell she was talking about,
but I soon learned her explanations
were too long and circuitous to be of
any value. Best to just wait it out,
and eventually the picture would
come into focus. You’d suddenly
get it—like a Faulkner novel,
and then you’d start thinking ...
Monday 18th November 2019 8:36 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Paradoxical Epiphany | Ingress without Invitation | Where Authors Whine About The Poor Quality Of Their Readers |
The girl I used to be
Now follows me
Wherever I go
Down the street
Into the store
I can’t escape her
She judges me
With my own memories
Will I ever be free?
She doesn’t make a sound
But her presence is enough
I can feel it all
Cascading off her figure
Monday 18th November 2019 8:15 pm
I once had a home
Filled with sentimental items
I boxed them all up
Took them to a warehouse
Where I was certain
They would be safe
Now I spend hours
Trying to redecorate
But the shelves and walls
Remain empty and blank
I can't seem to bring back
That quirky familiarity
That I never realized
Quite how much I truly loved
There is a hefty price to pay
Monday 18th November 2019 6:47 pm
Also by Juneau:Time |
proceed for three hundred yards
then turn right,
turn up the heat
straight ahead no turning back.
you have - - -
Monday 18th November 2019 3:19 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Signs that Light up the Star Lit Sky | When Evil Comes Calling |
skin split and spilt
original sin as the flowers wilt
and innocence was just a season
lost to time
molted and castaway on a raft
with riffraff and
single serving friends
(those sweet summer children)
and what was I
but to bear the bolts of anchorage
bereft of the warmer tides that came before:
a rusting high water line, to be sure.
bracing, of soul and spirit-pillars
Monday 18th November 2019 2:11 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:bent stalks I (11/16/2019) |
Tuck me in O sky.
Blanket me with the weight
of your stars and moons and suns.
Peace was with me,
'til it wasn't.
Under your watch
she left and stood beside me,
an untrustworthy companion
who cruelly mocked
no amount of gravity seemed enough
to keep me grounded.
These inner swirling thoughts,
circle back to how it was,
how things are now,
Monday 18th November 2019 8:17 am
Also by Kate G:Chloe | Watermark | United Nations | Grey mountain | Man's best friend |
I feel a little more me today
The crying spell has passed
With each hour, ticking by softly, my lungs awaken
I breathe easier now
I enjoyed my morning coffee
Sat by the steamy windows
Watching the sunrise slowly emerge from behind the dewy grass
Colour is returning to my cheeks
Repairing some part of the fragile soul I was two days ago
Monday 18th November 2019 7:40 am
Also by Cait Abbott:Soldiers In My Mind | Nurture | Silent Prayers; Delicately Heard |
God bless the good days.
Days a smile is no stranger to your face.
Days your favorite songs play, and you sing along.
Days faith is restored in humanity.
Days sunshine and fresh air makes life seem fair.
Days you feel the gentle touch of love.
Good days will see you through tough days,
bitter days that never seem to end,
days you have no friends,
Monday 18th November 2019 1:15 am
Also by Vautaw:Touchstone | Cactus Kisses | My Secret Life | What is Poetry? | Breaking | Beautiful People |
I think I may have stumbled across a solution to the thorny issue of Brexit all by myself. It came to me after a recent rash of political leaders broke out around Donny.
Apparently, when she was visiting Stainforth Jo Swinson told victims they should apply for EU Emergency Funding.
“We voted OUT!” she was told.
And you can see the problem. It would be hypocrisy on a gargantuan scale for...
Sunday 17th November 2019 10:42 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE LOVERS | LITTLE BASTARDS |