Poetry Blogs (2019)
in all their blind-driven, driven blind caresses
And plaster-stuck, never-empty chests of neverminds
Sleep, never again, each night of their mother life.
as a May blackbird, hopping half-starved and careless
to gain a moment singing a whisper to the moon,
fall into a womb convoluted drowse
down and fending off the black years
Tuesday 21st May 2019 3:23 pm
Haikus are easy
Just write down words till you reach
Don Matthews 21 May 2019
Tuesday 21st May 2019 2:30 pm
Also by Don Matthews:In Rehab Waiting Pelvic Knit | Haikus Not Easy | Nurse Caroline on Patient Don | Nursie Caroline | Orangutan | Shit! I've Lost My Privacy | Hospital | Do you? I do | Mute | My Ladder Doesn't Like Me |
I audio recorded this one, it's one of my own from a awhile ago
Tuesday 21st May 2019 2:05 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Frees tream: once | Picking At Stitches With Long Nails | Popadantsy | Take A Deep Breath And Count Backwards From Thirteen | The Good Guy In The Garden | Slanger Man | forever a mirror |
I’ve decided to become a racist
I’ve decided not to care what I do
I’m never going to recycle again
Taking my employer’s side on every issue
I’m cheering on the fascists
Eating endangered species
Buying the largest SUV
With police stickers on the windshield
Just to get along it feels so good
Giving up my humanity
Is such a small price to pay-
What has it ever d...
Tuesday 21st May 2019 1:33 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Jogging | Not this | Charades | Staring at the son | Hyenas | his secret word | The Wait | Thursdays at the expensive cafe |
And after all this time
I still love you
she said to him
And I love you
he said to her
Precious years together
The good between them
never to be forgotten
Their hearts forever one
Two souls united
her soul has moved on
leaving a blanket of love
behind to surround him
Wrapped in this blanket
he feels her presence
her love for him
Tuesday 21st May 2019 12:05 pm
Also by Jane Briganti:Planet Earth | The Beach | A Second Heart | Words On A Page | True Love | Why We Write | Be Whole |
The first mouthful turns me inside out,
my soul screams down a tunnel of memories.
The slap, the fist, the spittle in my eyes
the sound of my mothers whimpering cries.
A key in the door, the stairwells echo
panicked faces in torch-light.
The desert with impact craters like a scarred brain,
sack cloth floating in the hot seared a...
Tuesday 21st May 2019 11:32 am
Also by Wolfgar:Mickey Cupples | Burning in and burning out | Gone from me and you | Oblivioni traditæ | Babel-buzz | Toward the Bliss |
Old age confirms
my destined fate
quite plainly now
I'm out of date
What I wanna do
I simply cain't
what I wanted to be
I frankly ain't
Now memories are
I must admit
I ain't a saint
Age aches and pains
my main complaint
still I remain
let Heaven wait.
Tuesday 21st May 2019 10:37 am
Also by d.knape:Current Conditions | People & Pets | Car Company | Ditz, The Dog | BENT | Who You Gonna Call? | A Sign Of God | How Many Kisses | How To Win A Poetry Contest | Non-Fat Poem | The Vacant Lot | Getting Out From Under | sorry | I CAN STILL DO MANLY THINGS | Who We Were | All Rights Reserved | Mother's Sewing Machine | Oh O |
Tomorrow's cohort have cause to complain:
we've squandered their birthright (this fragile earth,)
burning resources for personal gain
and left them all this mess. For what it's worth
though we've claimed no right nor shown contrition
for leaving their world denuded of life,
with nature in such a raped condition,
stripped by our greed at the point of a knife.
Tuesday 21st May 2019 8:21 am
Also by Richie Muster:A Life (1897-1980) | Raison D'Etre | SONNET: MY MATE MARK RIP (1956 – 92) | SONNET: FOR THOSE MUCH MISSED, AT JAMES’ AND JADE’S WEDDING | SNIPPET: SURE THING | INTO THE UNIVERSE (A RITUAL IN SEARCH OF SPACE) | HARMONIOUS SURROUNDINGS (FOR A HERMIT) | CERULEAN; BRIGHT AQUARELLE | 'A SYBARITIC, HONEYED SUN...' | 7-UP: MOMENTS IN ETERNITY #39 (LAST DAY AT AGS, '74) | 7-UP: MOMENTS IN ETERNITY #15 (FAT BRIAN) | 7-UP: MOMENTS IN ETERNITY #6 (CHRISTINE) |
Who won Formula 1 in 1984?
I said, who won Formula 1 in 1984??!!
WHO WON FORMULA 1 IN 1984???!!!
WHO FUCKING WON FORMULA 1 IN 1984???!!!
Tuesday 21st May 2019 7:33 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Calam | POTW | Invitation to a wedding evening do | Godless Day AD 2129 | Total Reliance |
I lather my self in sticky strawberries knowing it is the scent of my sweat they crave.
But being a good girl suites me and who am I to ruin their painting,
They so delicately stroked.
You blend my skin into my bones,
Washing me in oils of peach and rose.
Drowning in the aura of everyone,
You let the wind dry me.
But rain begins to fall,
Collecting the image you thought was...
Tuesday 21st May 2019 7:21 am
Also by Madalyne:Trying |
Count no days
Tuesday,20th May 2019
Count no days or months
it shall bring you near the death
non-existence of life
even if it is torn with strife
life has been precious and
or may remain continuous
what has to carry
except to make you merry
No grudges and no ill will
else it shall kill
our spirit of co-existence
that is real love's stance
Tuesday 21st May 2019 7:04 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:With decent behavior | Never hurt feelings | Got an answer | Break any wall | Let no one think here | How long to plead? | Unable to define | Only a woman on | Of new trust | On different track | Prefer to be quiet | So difficult | For the falsedhood | The falsehood | Deep impression | It is the reality | No sign | With then word | Life may go on | Smile only if | Nights look | What a way to feel? | Constant fear | the only love | Writng fraternity | Fast without food/water | Use words | Enormous strength | Each day and | Lovely desire and | Not survive either | Bring in | The poetry | Happy Ramadan and | Terrorist gamble | My own kingdom | Rose is rose | Only love and | Never to find her | Magical moment | Don't leave God | With the peace | So much of | The garden of | The divine tolerance power | Use the heart |
Rhapsody of rays..
Ravine resplendent and rich..
Tuesday 21st May 2019 4:45 am
Also by mona s:Life goes on... | Center of Universe | Sleep | A Limerick | Locked | Encounter -A Haiku | Dear Tagore | Creature | Anxious |
You & Me
Together we may see the Devil Dance
& together we may see God cry in vain
How Our typical eyes
So often only notice the typical guise
Like so many on this sphere I know
Lost like a sailor in the vast ocean blue
Come along with me
Let me make you feel new
I’ll caress every ...
Monday 20th May 2019 11:59 pm
Curlews cry, an Aegean sky: a boat
lifts and falls. The heat of noon, a lethargic
gloom, she's tracked with light this star-struck night.
Moon-shadows cast, it's cool at last, this sweep
and swell, this road to hell. The ship's becalmed
with false alarms, this attic night of bone-white light:
no palimpsest, no Grecian zest.
A sapphic wind balloons the moon, fans the fog's
Monday 20th May 2019 11:25 pm
Also by John E Marks:Savant Song | The end of the world | Space-time | Place of recovery | ANGELUS BELL | The meaning of the seas | Humid nightmare lute musik | The beautiful, sublime | Chasing the butterfly, catching the lion | A moment of vision | An Irish Halloween | Our endless, numbered days | Mediterranean | The merry, merry month of May | Seeing things | A Litany for the Living | Sketches in a minor key | Diagnosis | KINVARA ROAD 1986 | Seppuku* | Mondays on the Moon | KEEPING THE FAITH | BITE YOUR TONGUE | A re-creation | Go tell the Riverman | Moses Maimonides 1135 - 1204 |
Craig was a very independant-exceptionally intelligent (even for a collie) dog, who loved working in the ring.
Life was always on his terms, luckily we both liked the same things,
Not for him limpid and adoring eyes
or low submissive tail,
but a clash of wills, a challenge,
no rebuke would ever make him quail.
Not for him obeying orders without question,
Monday 20th May 2019 8:17 pm
Also by Dorothy Webb:RETREAT | CHARABANC | BITTERSWEET | HONEY BUZZARD | PUPPET MASTER CLASS | MAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR | ABSOLUTE NONSENSE | THE SON OF ROBIN - HIS POEM |
The bladder alarm rings, it’s time to go
No platted legs will dam this river flow
Locate the door, and start to walk
This is when we cease to talk
Brace yourself, we are going in
Assume bland face, we must not grin
Place hand on wood and push the door
And hope no one’s pissed on the floor
Cabin or trough, that is the choice
Are you man or mouse? begs your inner...
Monday 20th May 2019 7:44 pm
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:Divide and conquer | Sulphur Flame | On her mother's step |
MAIN COURSE-fresh air
DESSERT-a dwindling portion of time
Monday 20th May 2019 7:15 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Little Monarch | Bloodiest flower |
A 'Fitting' Tale.
Harry was a tailor, with the highest reputation.
Known for style and excellence (whatever, his creation).
His method was to double-check on every single measure,
so garments fitted perfectly, to give his clients pleasure.
This ‘modus-operandi’ will ensure the clothes fit, great
if you stick to it religiously and never deviate.
Monday 20th May 2019 5:49 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:Chess Pains ! | Surprise Party! | Down, the 'Chippy'. | A Fond Farewell ! | 'Caravan Man' | 'Hairstray'! |
His grandmother made us drink
before work began.
Sour wine and cough mixture
by the taste of things:
a poisonous warmth expanding
like a pack of nails inside.
It was seven o'clock
and cold fields had not woken
from their early dew.
The cat's called Socrates, she said,
because he ate the hemlock
in the garden, over there
past our broken tractor,
Monday 20th May 2019 3:50 pm
Also by john short:A DREAM OF MISFORTUNE |
in a web
Monday 20th May 2019 3:21 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:TRAIL OF POEMS | WOULD BE WRONG | KARMAGEDDON | ROCKET | WRITER | LOVE'S NOT PING PONG | GROW | NEW DAY DAWNS |
Oh, dissolute and feckless youth
When wiliest thou surrender to all that is given
Wiliest thou not seize with both hands
All that is offered and granted freely to thee
The boundless pounding rhythm that rises in thy chest
Does thou not recognise all that lays
In rich and fertile soil
Beneath the crust of barely hidden dust
Wilt thou not lift thy face and greet the sun...
Monday 20th May 2019 2:06 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Another visit |
when spearing Moonlight
pierces the silent cimmerian gloominess of caverns
when that illumination exceeds the status of a hush
and disregards all shadowy rites
brightening their grasps
and as the passing of time, stooped, decrepit
continue's its staggering way
through the heaviness of age
memories of her are reawakened
like those he often recollects...
Monday 20th May 2019 10:47 am
Also by Rose Casserley:Escariot | beach tenant |
The death of comedy
Freddy Starr is dead they say it was because
He smoked too many cigarettes, no one asked to ask why?
He was accused of making lewd remarks
To a young girl in i974, the case was dropped.
But unwisely Freddy sought redress in court, men often
Loses in cases that involve sex.
Freddy sold his house and moved to Spain he paid
Some of the million own but he wa...
Monday 20th May 2019 10:28 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:a bad day | breasts | shoplifting | living forever | the lonely years | abortion law | who is? | Alfred getting old | to a friend | the eagle | old dogs and so on | a rare moment | freak of nature | headless | a woman's revenge | the nature of love |
There is the blackbird on a high roof point
above a void of wall.
A coil of sound trembles there,
who will hear the call?
The fresh and thundery air
senses the fever of spring,
fledglings test their early wings,
all is urgency.
Then the circle completes
with a liquid response
distant and clear,
a worm of sound
sculpted perfectly for my human ear.
Sunday 19th May 2019 9:31 pm
Also by ray pool:THE OFFICIAL VERSION OF EVENTS | HI HAIKU | ANTEDISESTABLISHMENT VEGETARIANISM | A JOCULAR AND DERISIVE POEM WHAT I WROTE WITH A SUITABLY LONG TITLE TO GET EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION - CLEVER EH? | TAKING THE PLUNGE |
Past has always chased Future's Present;
for Past envies its favored presence.
Mockery laced with lust
as injections plump busts.
Yet, Children of the Sun
will remain to be shunned.
Hot remains split like us
till we reach Exodus!
Hollowed we lie down deep;
your ass best wake from sleep!
Past was shiny, now played out.
Present is dying and s...
Sunday 19th May 2019 9:01 pm
Also by Poetikaly Anointed:Motherhood, A Poem About Mothers | Human Writes, A Poem About Protecting Human Rights |
And so, they stole her from her bed at night
and brought her to her knees before the hunter.
She felt the cold blade on her; blindfolded tight
and laughed at the edge to make it blunter!
He dropped his crooked dagger and he sighed.
"I suppose the ending can wait for another day..."
He slit the silk in two; she opened her eyes wide!
"It's brighter than I fancy, but I love...
Sunday 19th May 2019 8:43 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Maturity | Girl's Letter to Shakespeare | Will | Dread of the Dream | Note with Note |
You ask if I believe in God...
How can I not?
To deny my Father
means I leave my existence
to some 30 year old predator
who impregnated a girl half his age
and left her to raise their child
in the wilderness, among wolves
that feed on loneliness and despair.
Without my Father, I would never know
that after suffering comes deliverance,
pain leads to compassion,
forgiveness breaks b...
Sunday 19th May 2019 7:16 pm
Also by Vautaw:Daughter | Mother | Moral Abyss | Twisted Love |
(We all have a dark side, hemmed in by the light,
But controlled, it is useful, your dark slice of night)
It would be a mistake, to pick a fight with me,
I've had enough practice to know where to hit,
Only grace and experience make me act honourably,
Still, crack on if you must, but prepare for some shit.
I don't have the patience to withstand hyperbole,
All the fals...
Sunday 19th May 2019 7:08 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:A Thousand Miles | National Limerick Day | Little Birds | The Silent Grey | Fading | The Power Of Ten |
you are freefall among the pine needles
motes of dust and sunset pepper your face
we had found a box of matches
burnt every one within five minutes
gambled away our fingertips
on who could last the longest
if i could weigh this memory now
it would be wolves and yearning
a liquid mess seething through the forest
some jawline ruining my welcoming throat
Sunday 19th May 2019 6:46 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:cosmic fuck poem | click/clack |
Things to Know About Your New Girlfriend
I hog the covers when I don’t mean to
I’m pretty chill about the things you do
My hair is never done
Nor my makeup ever worn
And my clothes are messy
I wake up gassy
And my teeth could use a fix
But babe you know
I’ve got room to grow
And we can find our mix
I’m never wrong ‘cept when I am,
But point that out an...
Sunday 19th May 2019 4:43 pm
Also by Josie Harris:"I Know What Comfort Is" | Generations | Hurts The Same Way |
Outcasted From Light Into The Caves
The 2-D Slave.
Thy Kingdom Come Of A Spastic Land.
I Smell The Blood Of An Irish Man.
A Sadist Creature Always Fated Insane
And Only The Gods
Could Know Of My Pain.
Out-Casted, Natural Light.
Mutated Freak Of Nature.
My Eyes……..The Secrets Of Hell, Captured.
I Fell In Love
With The Death Of A Galaxy.
A Burning Heart Frozen
Sunday 19th May 2019 5:32 am
Also by The Black Bile:Chlorine | Tribe | Blew Away | Old Soul | One Day Jester | In The Sand | Prom | Flat Water | In Threes | Rosemary | Lake Insomnia | Parking Lot | Old | Another | Ferris Wheel | Fur | Plastic Devils | Death, Like Wax | Brutal Fable | Some Glow | Candle Maker | X | Eternal Bruise | Town of Grey | Scavengers | Pretty Girls and Serial Killers | Eyeliner | Withdrawn | Macabre Theater | Hidden | Blasphemy | The Pearl | A Week From 21 | Dorment | Albino | Peaceful Death | Crow Fossils | Fragile Wizard |
THE MEANING OF BIRDSONG
Warm May morning, pink azaleas alight,
never been so bright before, so
fiery so soon after winter’s wake
(quite late this year). I toast my feet beneath
a dodging sun, soaking up essential D, and
settle on a garden seat to listen to what I
cannot see: a tree-top high cacophony
of birdsong, every ...
Saturday 18th May 2019 10:31 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:LIGHTSWITCHES | BRIDGES BACK HOME |
You made me feel like death was a better answer!
So tell me where your empathy is?
You're a nightmare I can't seem to get away from
I might be addicted to the abuse you give to me
Your love is like spoiled milk
I keep sipping because
I like the taste of sickness
I bet you never thought I would be like this
You made me wish for death
Baby kill me and all your new ways
I want to cut ...
Saturday 18th May 2019 9:55 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Unholy | Jukebox Kid | Chemicals | Sulphur | The Monster of Ingolstadt | Grave of the Fireflies |
Poem 95 of 230: A GOOD LIFE
Starve or free?
Sheep for wool -
Fed till full.
Chooks for eggs -
Milk from cows -
Should well house:
Can be made.
Fish for game -
Cut the pain.
Dogs for pets -
This does say
And Blake’s way:
A good life -
Saturday 18th May 2019 7:24 pm
She is dead already,
those eyes have murdered her.
They shut her inside jars,
scream their pain, projection.
She needs not to sting humans
but she is overwhelmed.
Searching for open windows,
A chance to kill herself.
Saturday 18th May 2019 2:55 pm
and that’s a fact
forcefully starring in
movies and theatre
boy, could he act
Saturday 18th May 2019 12:52 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Spellbound |
A poem for Jezabiel
Confessions from a wonderland
Jezabiel, my dearest Jezabiel,
Oh the hell I feel when you are no longer around.
My world spins up side down and the wrong way round and I don't know which way to go.
Breathing is hard and thinking is painful and the memories ache deep inside my soul.
Oh how I wish you would know,
How I wish you would wake up and open your eyes once...
Saturday 18th May 2019 12:52 pm
An Ode to The Puppeteers
Your marionettes, so nimble, so well known.
The show's real cool when that fat lady sings
Those moody blues to mellow toned trombones.
But tell us, who is it who pulls the strings?
The Quiz-Master with twinkling eyes, smiles sweet.
He tells us, we could win the million prize.
That honey coloured blond is baking cakes.
The treacle tart looks good enough to eat.
Saturday 18th May 2019 11:44 am
Also by afishamongmany:An Amazonian Proverb | Home is ....? | Ding! Dong! |
I wish the abyss would stop looking back at me.
I look in the mirror and I swear that's all I see.
Not a monster but a void I cant escape.
I was born with a heart but it seems mishaped.
Someday I swear I'm going to leave this place.
Find my way to the light that people praise.
But for now I think it's better if I hang my head.
Bite my tongue and drink until I just forget.
I don't know how ...
Saturday 18th May 2019 7:49 am
The cold breeze brushed my cheek,
The cold wind brushed my hair,
The air was filled with the aroma of
I saw her..
A girl of eight years (close to.my age)
stood in front of me.
So close, yet, so far..
We stared at each other dumbstruck .
She was wearing a ragged dress with darts everywhere (where I wore jeans)
with tangled hair,
she stood there..
She was small, ...
Saturday 18th May 2019 6:04 am
Also by Miyurangi:The wait |
I fell off the chair
wasn’t strong enough
To hold the weight of my
I picked myself up
Cleaned the blood
from the floor
Put my smile back on
No more chairs for me
From now on
Friday 17th May 2019 10:36 pm
Also by Julia G:Me |
I loved you
From the moment I saw you
Cigarette hanging from the side of your mouth
Dripping in hurt and cynicism
My imperfect reflection
We spent days in bed
Hid from the world
Made our own
You were the light in my darkness
The first to really see me
The first to truly love me
What you gave me I'd never had before...
Friday 17th May 2019 9:26 pm
Also by Brandi:A Letter |
Came from the motherland of Jamaica
To a country that at the time celebrated the phrase "no blacks no dogs no Irish"
A once proud lion of Queens road's concrete jungle
Now reduced to a skeletal wreck of a man
Lavish clothes and trademark smile
Dented by the plight of dementia and illness
Now changed for a walking stick
And yesterday's clothes
30 years alone
Underneath your e...
Friday 17th May 2019 7:23 pm
Image: Circuit of the Americas, home of the U.S. Grand Prix, besides which this 3.4-mile racetrack hosts concerts in its Austin 360 Amphitheater. I always wondered where it was. As it turns out it is South of the airport, this is the first time I have seen it.
30.4.19 - 192) Rose to face departure day, sad heart, sky of grey
To reception bound, coffee to bring me round
Hoping today t...
Friday 17th May 2019 5:07 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet::2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 9 McAllen to Austin | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 8 McAllen | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 7 Kerrville to McAllen | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 6 Lamesa to Kerrville | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 5 Lamesa | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 4 Austin to Lamesa | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 3 Austin |
IMOGEN – 10 months old
I stand with my back to the sink
While your grandmother rummages
In cupboards below. Gazing up,
She meets your expectant face
Seemingly suspended in mid air.
You are bent almost backwards;
Determined to know what world of wonder
Exists on those shelves.
I fear to move, so like a little bird you were,
Nestling into the crook of my neck,
Friday 17th May 2019 4:10 pm
Also by trevor homer:THE HOLY CHURCH OF NATURE |
I’ve been reading a lot about this lately. It seems today’s youngsters are beset from every corner with trauma. Not the small stuff our forebears experienced, blitzkrieg, the Great Depression, the trenches et al but far more damaging daemons.
But let a sufferer tell you first hand.
Rhian, aged 28, (a little old to be a millennial I felt) explained that she couldn’t remember the last time s...
Friday 17th May 2019 2:33 pm
Also by John Coopey:NEW YORKERS | "GLORY, GLORY, HAIL TO MOURA" | BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | ON THE CREST OF A TROUGH | HOW FRAGILE ALL THIS IS |
Where once her warm and sanguine heart
fell ashen grey to rest in cold base dirt
high over the familiar bush and shrub
proud crimson blooms pine for love
Where their sacred beauty sings to my heart
they call forth the lovely nightingale
high in their cloudless summer sky
to sweetly sing their longing song
There, I too confess a secret yearning
silent hidden d...
Friday 17th May 2019 1:39 pm
trains crossing blacked out streets
mournful howls , stark in the slick obsidian
of deadened stories, and hardened hearts
a thousand miles of ire cast in cooling:
the warmth of bodies wistful for sleep backed
by a hapless sliver of ivory
mists roiling up and up like a damp collective sigh
frozen by shock
and in time all things lose their pallor
Friday 17th May 2019 12:07 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:everyone can agree a relationship is a compromise but recently mine hasn't been very equal -- no, in fact it's like my pain is not allowed to exist and every concession must be made to accommodate the other (05/03/2018) |
My lungs suffocating,
with the absence of you
Something in my throat,
that goes by afternoon
As I morn for you,
I die peacefully in my mind.
As I drift into the air,
I act like nothing,
I act like you would.
Friday 17th May 2019 11:02 am
If beauty be a tingling taste of terror -
drink not too deep; for he who tempted delves
in the beyond - may see a place in error
where unimagined horrors find themselves.
A statue once there was – serene its face,
though round it one traced pain - the eyes
were fixed and riveted – a dreadful place
they spoke of - where the weight of ages lies.
His soul was a mosaic incomple...
Friday 17th May 2019 10:29 am
Also by Chris Laverty:Poem | The Pillar Of Tears | The Trophy | On the UK leaving the EU |