Poetry Blogs (2019)
Give me a country that cares
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
TECHNOS
The ancients had it sussed.
Ask the three wise men whose
knowledge of the stars were
second to none, enabling their
navigation through the desert
sand, at night, and with aplomb.
As for their counterparts at sea,
who used the Astrolabe – how cool
was that. Even in more modern
times when Hi-Tec kit makes a
faltering sound, out comes the
tried and tested Astrolabe, t...
Sunday 8th December 2019 4:45 pm
Also by Philipos:
BULKHEADS | ROSES | SKIES | EVEN SONG | SCENTS | SCENTS |CAT
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 mysel...
Sunday 8th December 2019 3:34 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Christmas Cake |"ALL LIES AND JEST"
(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 |when love is not
When love is not
A man meets a woman
And thinks she loves him in return
The kissing
the hand holding is the same
but something, something is wrong
after making love, she turns her back
away from him, not speaking.
He fell sadness and emptiness after
the tryst that ends in silence.
Something, something is wrong
He knows that in his heart
He waits for an email or ...
Sunday 8th December 2019 9:55 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:
oddity of sex | the kiss | the land of dream | sunday an sermon | new truths | when in need | military service |Kingdom of comfort (political manifesto)
We're responsible for the chaos.
The crumbling foundations.
Our lifestyles contribute to suffering.
We watch idly as many have died.
Stand by as nations bleed.
Not recognizing the pain, the hurts caused.
Numb as we possibly could be.
Laughing ourselves stupid in synchronicity.
Should we be merciful?
Appease the climate protestors?
In a world with so much division......
Is there much ...
Sunday 8th December 2019 8:10 am
Also by Robert holyland:
Lovers moon | There will be Silence. | Nobody | Idle thoughts of the mad. | United States of Nowhere |Max ordinate
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
Fight, f...
Sunday 8th December 2019 7:29 am
Publisher Wanted
Publisher Wanted
I'm looking for a publisher
A rhymy-loving type
Who wants to increase readership
(I also offer skype)
There are no skyping rhymers
(Who offer two for one)
I'll skype for you both day or night
Buy me (before I'm done)
Although my rhyme's oft silly-like
There's serious undertones
A flippant/serious combo
That's waiting to get known
...Sunday 8th December 2019 6:32 am
Also by Don Matthews:
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 |These Cages Aren’t Metaphors Anymore
A man loves freedom outside his own abode
Not quick to drink but virtues soon are lost
How fast luck moves! Escape though? ‘Twas so close
Pulled over, cuffed, he learned this liquor’s cost
Now should he leave this fearful site unscathed
He’ll prosper after papers set him free
The luck remained and helped him walk that day
Yet cells contained inmates in need of leave
Surviva...
Sunday 8th December 2019 5:14 am
A Letter to Your Grave
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
Highway Code
No-one ever mapped out my route,
Or offered a hand to carry my load,
So I learned to discard what I didn't need,
And I found my way by just walking the road,
And there have been plenty of times that I fell,
And trinkets I dropped and treasures I stowed,
And plenty of times I watched my feet bleed,
And felt that my weary heart might explode,
Until at last I came to know my r...
Sunday 8th December 2019 12:20 am
Panama a love story. Late 1982.
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
...After These Hours...
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
The closing of the day
We walk a steep and slippery way,
Mixing senses in synesthesia's way,
It seem as if I am a chorus in a play
We feel by measures hidden from the eye
Time is borrowed, days wasted, times gone by,
I walk along a steep and scattered way..
Winter seeps me into sleep, as my soul flies,
To the gist of an art unborrowed from time or tide;
I learn by going, where I have to...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:26 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Forbidding Mourning | On the Narrow road | Love will tear us apart, again | ElPintor | 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 |Neighbour To A Mirror
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.
Let'...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:08 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Dressed In Easy Colours |Everyone Has Their Thoughts and Comments
Well now I've calmed and I'm not so flustered
I can begin to let live the emotions in me
All of them arguing unsure of their posture
All of them mad that they weren't stronger for me
And what can I offer but this list of grace
That I am where I want and in my place
In my eyes I've kept the mirrored hell
And now it's out and about and making well
So what do I have that means...
Saturday 7th December 2019 9:58 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:
Weapons of War | Armor |The ledge
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 |Winter and the future
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
At happiness headquarters
"Sadness has been busy
Innovating in its laboratory
Don’t be fooled by
Brand awareness
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
We need
Some sort of lift"
Saturday 7th December 2019 3:29 pm
Vaults Of Wisdom
Old people have
what all young people want
time in front of a screen
there is plenty of time to watch TV
or play games
in a nursing home
other than the lobby
there is no place to go
they are prisoners of
their years
held captive by infirmity
but in those lobbies
is the wealth of generations
reams of experience
collected accomplishment
vau...
Saturday 7th December 2019 1:59 pm
Also by d.knape:
Stupid Old People | Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |- - DREAM OF MINE - -
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 |The Road not taken/By Robert Frost/Translation into Amharic By Alem Hailu G/Kristosየተተወው መንገድ
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) |Waiting!!
Is the clock working fine?
Since years it struck the same time
The needles don't seem to move
The pendulum goes to and fro
But hours are frozen within the tomb
The eyes are glued onto the ticking frame
The cuckoos seem asleep and forever swoon
I checked the little cuckoo house atop the clock
The birds seem awake and waiting to coo cuckoo
heart beats faster than the sleep...
Saturday 7th December 2019 11:56 am
Also by Do.RoThy:
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!! |Simple
I'm just a simple mind
I apologize
It's just that I was angry inside
I'm not that kind of woman
To put up a front like that
I'm not that kind of woman
To go blazing around like that
I'm just a simple girl
In this messed up crazy world
I'm just a simple girl
In this messed up crazy world
With my hands in my pockets
I just can't look away
No, I just c...
Saturday 7th December 2019 3:39 am
Also by Kimberly Ray:
With a drink in hand | Voice In My Ear |Beyond The Gone Crowd
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 |Christmas game of cat & mouse
Twas the night
Of Christmas eve
Cheshire cat
Begs mouse
To leave
Usually I'd have
To kill
But tis the season
Of good will
Take your chance
Run Away
Hitch a ride
On Santa's sleigh
Let me lap up
His glass
Of gin
And frighten
You
With a drunken
Grin
Friday 6th December 2019 9:39 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:
I-solation |Poetic Highs
The wings of Butterflies
and Human eyes, of these I get
Poetic highs
Friday 6th December 2019 9:22 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Candle |A Christmas Cat
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
A Krampus Wish
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
Hole
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.
A ...
Friday 6th December 2019 5:00 pm
A ball fit for a Prince
A ball fit for a Prince
The taste is bitter sweet as my laughter turns to tears
We mocked and derided their misfortunes, didn’t give a care
In the hearth a fire was burning, warming all who drew near
Many gathered to drink a glass, of wine, spirits and of beer.
Food there was a plenty, many a dish and course
We scoffed till all were full, had expletive filled discourse.
...Friday 6th December 2019 3:51 pm
Also by poemagraphic:
Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |If It's LOVE
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
Spinning a yarn
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
CHARITY AND CHARITIES
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
Date night 1
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,
Coventry, Rotterdam,
Utterly annihilated,
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
It’s another failed day on Northern Rail
Northern Powerhouse
on its side,
the 8:26 to Halifax
crawls along the platform
like it’s watching out for snails
searching the rails for oblivion.
The train’s pace is hardly a race
but it’s only minutes late,
not cancelled like yesterday
...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 9:47 pm
In search of an identity......
All I see is a mist of darkness,
With nowhere to thread my feet in,
In World where there is absence of kindness,
I see a light of hope so thin.
I can’t go on; my body and my soul are giving in,
There’s no fire in belly to seek reasons for my quest,
With efforts and motivation of my kith and kin,
Now, I go along the path where the birds fly in the air so clean.
Then, I arrive at the gates o...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 5:03 pm
Winter Beach
Remember
The sea assaults
Of winter gales when
Towering spray sheets curl
Over the green-stripe tower
At the harbour mouth
And waves roll shoreward
Beside its jetty
Shingle crashing
Floating spume across the beach
With black stones cold shone by spray
That above the wave thrust
Hides the horizon behind its mist
As the sun shines low
On a December afternoon
Wednesday 4th December 2019 2:40 pm
the wonky wheeled trolley
the wonky wheeled trolley
trails along the crooked path
in the upside down city
in the wishy washy world
small and tobasco red
insanity weathered
its wheels down to squares
(or maybe theyre diamonds)
the wonky wheeled trolley
stuck in the mud of life
cries out for help (any help)
but no one answers
because who would want to help
a wonky wheeled...
Wednesday 4th December 2019 4:26 am
Fan Girl
I snuggle up to your virtual feet,
raring to read
your magical poetry,
that makes me purr,
like a cat in heat.
There is no need to wine or dine me.
Just string a poetic line,
I’ll be yours until the end of time.
###
Wednesday 4th December 2019 3:20 am
Switching Internet Service Providers
You're under duress
with high levels of stress
when you change your ISP
And when you're off-line
you're just killing time
by watching daytime TV
Though in my own case
I'm loving The Chase
so it's not quite as bad as it seems
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 11:29 pm
Closing Doors
a thorn
must love
to be a thorn
for without a thorn
there would be no rose
a rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 11:10 pm
Also by Juneau:
Behind Me |Unthinkable
It's unthinkable you're sinkable
but hasn't it happened to us all?
In full sail with a fair wind
an unexpected hazard suddenly emerges
and our security and peace of mind
are shattered into a thousand brittle spars.
The alarm bells sound brazenly, unceasingly.
If lucky we are lowered into a boat,
or, if judged not worth saving,
we snatch a lifejacket and jump, terrified,
...Tuesday 3rd December 2019 8:10 pm
I fought
I fought so hard
Not to be with
A man like my father
Selfish and demanding
With cruel misunderstandings
Lots of silence and too many lies
I fought so hard
Not to be like
A woman like my mother
Afraid of her abuser
Becoming his enabler
Staying quiet to keep the peace
Losing her idendity
I fought so hard
To become
The woman I am today
Self-...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 4:01 pm
UGLY DUCK
UGLY DUCK
lonely
and pale
skinny
and frail
invitations lost
in the mail
last one
picked
bullied
tricked
words
hit
like stones
and sticks
not
included
demeaned
deluded
gullible
naive
heart on
sleeve
target
scapegoat
lost sheep
without hope
voted most
to be least
ugly duckling
among geese
where are
they now
doesn't matter
anyhow
felt homely
in the cradle
sittin...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 2:49 pm
Waiting
motionless in a recliner by the window
wallpaper television unnoticed in the corner
staring back through the window at me
no sign of recognition
sudden sunlight on the garden
evokes no interest
in the sparkle of buttercups and daisies
or the shimmer of the pond
song-thrush lands in the lilac tree
branches bouncing in light breeze
spraying droplets that becom...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 1:51 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Hailstones |the good old days?
let me make this very clear
Chris and I are not voyeurs
we just like watching vintage TV
especially if we catch
The Price is Right with Brucie.
if a good looking young woman is picked
and bounces down to ‘Contestants’ Row’
we share knowing looks and hope she wins
and if she wins we zone in
on the host’s right hand
encircling her waist
and scope Forsyth’s thu...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 10:15 am
Jack In The Box
The number holds the value
The value is subject to the unit
The unit holds the meaning
The meaning is carried by the understanding
The understanding reveals the value upon the unit that is placed
2 Bacon Burgers with cheese for 5 bucks
can't beat that
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 7:13 am
Wish on a star
Look among the gems they sit shining like golden swirls of dreams
A song to belittle them a little star is more than it seems
They disappear in the day as the sun covers there beauty
But fear not sweet stars your moon will rise to unsheath you in hasty
The wishes you rest on May come from far but grand a few for they chose and prayed on only you
Tiny kids look up from window pain ...
Tuesday 3rd December 2019 6:24 am
Also by Zoë:
Why is life better |
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