Poetry Blogs (2019)
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There once was a poet named Po
Who didn’t have a clue what to do
When writing a limerick
Trying to stick
To the format, he hadn’t any idea
Tuesday 19th November 2019 8:18 pm
Also by poemagraphic: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 |
A tender gentleness that can move with the urgency of a crisis.
Tuesday 19th November 2019 5:32 pm
Also by Daniel King:Red Faced King Pegasus my Bridal my Pheeny. | Black eyed Robin of the midnight Walnut tree | THE WAR NEVER EXISTED LONG LIVE THE WAR |
Popularity means fuck all.
It doesn’t matter if we all die.
In looking for the truth.
A truth that doesn’t sound as true as it used to.
And, it’s just a case of wait and see.
No one knows and no one dares.
Waiting for the hour. The final hour.
The last gut-wrenching hour.
Clenching teeth and holding your breath.
Praying that the time will pass you by.
A vision of ugly tattooed on your...
Tuesday 19th November 2019 4:57 pm
Also by Robert holyland: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. |
Hold me close
Hold me tight
Take me by your side
I wanna feel you
I wanna be you
I wanna be by your side
Just hold me near
Never lemme go
Don't ever let go
In your loving arms
In your warm lips
In your coziness
I wish to be there
I wish to be here
And the wish endlessly stays
If you could hold me
Take me in your arms
Lift me high
And close my ...
Tuesday 19th November 2019 4:30 pm
Also by Do.RoThy: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!!!!!! |
“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,
bent fractals of light illuminated on the carpet
I sip my morning coffee; you enjoy
breakfast from your high chair
Tuesday 19th November 2019 1:38 pm
Also by Emilia Callahan:Untitled (edge of sanity) |
I caint hear too good
old age means
losing your senses
one by one
people say things
I just dont get or understand
i see their lips move
but i only catch a word
here and there
people may think i hear them
because i smile
if it's a joke
i laugh along with the rest
though i never got the joke
i don't wanna look foolish
Tuesday 19th November 2019 12:27 pm
Also by d.knape: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 |
The water in the bay is deadly calm
Diamond encrusted angles mirror themselves
God is asleep if he knew he would frown
Upon such frivolity.
Yesterday I fainted blood sugar level too low
Banged my head on the mahogany table
Two men from the red cross came helped me up
Gave me an injection; oddly, I struggle
to keep the sugar in the blood from being too high...
Tuesday 19th November 2019 12:00 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen: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 |
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 ! |
I Like My Gloomy Doomy
I like my gloomy doomy
It gives me such a hit
Want more, can't get enough of it
I like to feel real shit
Dark clouds, death, destruction
Gimme gimme more
Doomy gloomy, need my fix
Shit, I thee adore
Fun don't you dare come near me
I'll boot you out the door
Shit! I've writ you in my verse
Tuesday 19th November 2019 6:56 am
Also by Don Matthews: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 |
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 |
If all the days of all the years were made of wine and gold
They’d be present in the light of intelligence in this one dog’s eyes.
This friendship across species — a Buddhist mantra –
Rocks me like a good old boy, befriends me like the rain..
He’ll be with me when the gates fly open — and the light pours in
Again, we seek out the depths, the shaman-spirits that will be:
Seen, glimpsingly, d...
Monday 18th November 2019 8:31 pm
Also by John E Marks: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 |
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 |
The man in the mattress stood himself up
and became an incredible sight,
a rare example of fly tipping,
he mainly came out at night.
In spite of his strange appearance,
he seldom gave cause for concern,
for his simple belief in the life that he led
was a lesson in nothing to learn.
Monday 18th November 2019 6:41 pm
Also by ray pool:STRANGER THAN FICTION | NEEDING MAYBE A TITLE IN LATIN | ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |
No Star Wars fought nor Jeddites come to call
it is Wisteria that i think upon as autumn falls and
how the ants and bees had held me in their thrall.
And as I curl up now beside the fire and place my
feet upon the ottoman – I scan the family pictures
and nostalgically recall those yester times and kids
when younger then, their liking for the nursery rhymes
who sitting in their...
Monday 18th November 2019 6:24 pm
Also by Philipos: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 |
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) |
Getting away from poetry per se for a moment, here are some fascinating reminders of the links between
the murders of Presidents Lincoln and Kennedy as we approach the 56th anniversary of the latter's death.
Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846; Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.
Lincoln was elected president in 1860; Kennedy was elected president in 1960.
Both wives lost chi...
Monday 18th November 2019 12:32 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:GOODBYE TO MARINA AND PEARL | SPOT THE DIFFERENCE | CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |
Let’s go for one more ride,
Somewhere far away.
A calm and peaceful ride,
On a beautiful summer day.
Those moments were my favourite,
Outside, just me and my horse.
We could be gone for a few hours,
Never lost, just on a different course.
You could sense my mood from a mile off,
Literally right across the field.
You would play up if I things were on my mind,...
Monday 18th November 2019 9:28 am
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 |
It's not working
Deep fake pizza
Sunday 17th November 2019 10:31 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:When I remembered | Muse | Retrograde | Poements | Snow White Updated | Smile | Shadow Of Temptation |
Each day gets darker than the last few decades of days.
Each day's gloom makes me turn like in a grave
And so does the thought of a moment in another day.
Each day brings me closer to a grave
I can literally feel the drag.
A sick man lives on.
Sunday 17th November 2019 10:25 pm
Also by iraz:Fear |
you are lost
but i believe in you
and i believe in you and me
because i love you
and you will too.
Sunday 17th November 2019 9:40 pm
Also by marlie:who are you now | missing her instead of me | too good | find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |
We kill people
Yet remain comfortable
We’re just like
Sunday 17th November 2019 8:18 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:60% | The cosmos grunts | Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |
It’s the way we danced together that I think I will always remember.
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, I’d wake up tossing and turning after another dream where you pulled me in to dance with you under the night sky. I’d close my eyes and lay there for a while, and I would remember the moments I traced your face with my fingertips as I watch you peacefully sleep. Sometimes you would wake u...
Sunday 17th November 2019 9:14 am
First loves inspired my first writings
A collection of lovesick blues
Battles of insecurities
All poured out as quickly as it could
Then poetry and I took a break
The inspirations were out the door
And out of sight
Then all at once, it came back again
Art inspired art
Like a chain reaction
Like a flood gate opening
Like a tsunami wave of poetry
Sunday 17th November 2019 1:57 am
Also by Kimberly Ray:Pilgrimage to the Motherland | I am a Tree | The Nearness of You | In Need of Relief | The Nagging |
People are anguished and perplexed.
The sea and the waves roar.
Men's hearts are filled with fear,
Wondering what is coming next.
What to say? What to do?
What to do? What to say?
'We must unite', earnest faces announce.
'We must incite', troublemakers grin grim.
'We shall not be moved', grey haired hippies sing
Then sheepishly they rush to shop
Saturday 16th November 2019 9:36 pm
Also by afishamongmany:The Peoples Song | Meadow Reflecting - A Villanelle by Road Runner 3 |
Wrote for some friends.
Why do birds suddenly appear
Everytime you are near
It's possibly to tell the fact I love you, dear
When you said yes
I felt only bliss
As I inch in further
Just to steal that kiss
Cos you are me woman
Am your mate
And this is not up for debate
So best appreciate
We're in this together
Forever, to have and to hold
Sticking it out til we're grey and we a...
Saturday 16th November 2019 8:29 pm
it was a year or so since I saw Oonagh
there had been other muses
but she was, still is,
my non plus ultra.
she was the heart of many works with
a dozen names in a dozen guises
I often wondered if she realised
how much she figured in my writing.
I told Oonagh I loved her dearly,
‘I love you too, but brotherly.’
our only date?
a theatre nigh...
Saturday 16th November 2019 10:36 am
Also by Rick:interview .... | thoughts of Saoirse | Poetry readings - approach with caution - they can turn deadly | christmas where a girlfriend worked |
He: I thought I touched you but softly
She: Then I'm as bits falling
He: You've left me counting the pieces
She: Then pick me up
He: But what then?
She: Stop counting start mending.
words and foto T Carroll
Saturday 16th November 2019 9:54 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:loves passport check | r e f u g e | The Woman at My Table | Dragging the luggage | Advice to the Elderly on Bonfire Night |
They are strange; they are not like us,
the can’t do stuff without a fuss.
We men, we just want to get it done
they will spice it up and have some fun.
Not sure why God decided to make,
them woman, the fairer of the two.
Perhaps we will never understand His take
but it is working well, that is true.
We men we don’t get it, nor will we ever understand,
Saturday 16th November 2019 7:30 am
Also by Dewald:Who am I | The Place in my Soul | It is that time of day... |
Why are you a parasol carnage of hearts?...Fire to hearth; wavering.
Why do you flicker so loudly?
Evey pronunciation proclaims vowels and blood, and elusive feats of things unanchored.
Can I tell you that within my sewer I hear ocean sounds?
Loud whispers. Evening portals…Long distances made short.
I take for granted what I feel from neighborly beasts.
Eating goldfish benea...
Saturday 16th November 2019 2:22 am
Also by Mimi:... I Feel Them... | ...Petunia... |
Gathered easily and wholly satisfying
before the visionary looks about.
Decorous words hang
upon the branch so
the creative plunge inwards.
Look about now promising words
jangle on every twig in sight.
All directions gleam the same.
Now the artist's work begins.
That dread violation of silence.
There is a story that leads up to...
Saturday 16th November 2019 12:05 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Hide | What Happens In Mid-Air | We Voted With Our Dancing Feet |
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
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: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 |
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 |
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. |