Poetry Blogs (2019)
I Miss My Corner Grocery Shop
I miss my corner grocery shop
Where I could stop and chat
Gone, bulldozed, replaced with flats
And that my friend is that
Gone, my friendly corner shop
These flats don't stop and chat
Gone is idle conversation
And that my friend is that
But wait, a supermarket's come
Has groceries on tap
But conversations are not sold...
Thursday 17th October 2019 8:18 am
Also by Don Matthews:Edna (Stavely Makepeace 1970) | Climate Activists – Don't Disrupt Us | Thalia and I | You Must Believe the Bible Son | Moonwalk Oops | Sitting Reading Paper (not another Brexit poem Don? Surely?) | Willy-Nilly : Words of Wisdom | Floccipaucinihilipilification | Climate Hysteria is Spreading – Helped Along by Eco-Messiah Greta Thunberg | Idle Chit Chat from a Walkabout Mind | Announcement to Parents by Chairman WOL Kiddie Kindergarten | Haiku – White Screen | Headachey Makey | The Poet and The Politician | Waymo, Skippy and Driverless Car Week | Explains My Person |
I've been trying to more on
But it's all you in my dreams
So what the fuck am I living for
I don't see the point of living without you
I might be a little drunk
You're the memory that makes me
Say one more shot I'll be blacked out soon
So what the fuck am I living for
I don't see the point of living without you
I thought you all said I'd be numb by now
The lack of her in my hands ...
Thursday 17th October 2019 5:35 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Miss Castle |
sat at the edge of a lonely penny
are slivers and swatches that bled
of a memory that had been misled
over and over, one time too many
its feet dangle, toes wriggling, tickling
as would villi, but on the outside
of a famished yet entertained belly
Thursday 17th October 2019 2:32 am
All the time spent
Nourishing the slow burning fire
The unending chatter
Keeps you away
Existing only within the bodily frontiers
The mind as universe
A crowd of one
Next to you but
Too much to sort out
To venture out towards
The unexplored mystical landscape
That is you
I know you have the answers
And the r...
Wednesday 16th October 2019 11:45 pm
Also by Jeannot:Deconstruction | No replay | Simple song |
Kurdish poets with military experience have fallen silent and I am bereft;
Poetry has always been the main pillar of Kurdish literature
The fight for their land and the fight for their identity are the same.
The Kurds are not divorced from the west - Eliot's influence on al-Sayyab for example -
And the hot wave from Arabia did not destroy the Kurds, many are Christian, Ezedi and secul...
Wednesday 16th October 2019 11:13 pm
Also by John E Marks:Translating the rain | Season of mists | Yezedi - 2014-2019 | What have you done? | Slash and Burn - extinction rebellion | A grain of sand | David | Love in a police state | Whining poetry | Fossil sonnet | Tuesday 4th August 1914 | A turbulence of dalliance |
I bought it at a jumble sale, it cost me fifty pence;
I showed it to an expert, his amazement was immense.
"It's Leo-bloody-nardo!" he informed me to my joy,
"It's worth a hundred million quid..." Aren't I a lucky boy?
Wednesday 16th October 2019 6:58 pm
Also by branwell kent:Madam, My Card |
Be careful what house you buy,
To hide its past the selller might try.
Boris went to have a look at a house with his wife,
A serial killer had lived there ,now serving life.
Police found eleven bodies there hidden away,
Thats why it was cheap,what more can I say.
A wife put her house up for sale after getting divorced,
Her husband had left three years ago,to sell she was...
Wednesday 16th October 2019 6:09 pm
Also by hugh:A rubbish job for Boris | We love Manchester | World mental health day,10th October | Blackpool insemination plan | A hair raising question | One! Two! Three! Four ! | Domestic abuse | Skinny dipping | A tree branches out | The Smellyphant |
Beyond the pale
Wednesday 16th October 2019 6:02 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Out to Lunch | Death of a Drummer | I Love Her |
Make no secret
Wednesday,16th October 2019
Make it no secret
the neighbors and friends know
in which side the wind blows
you were under occupation
and that spoke of bad relation
you were made captives
and had no voice to be subjective
you were made to suffer
from no position to offer
the independent and neutral policy
Wednesday 16th October 2019 5:26 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Lot more to feel | I am the ... | With the illusion | Let us thank God | Love & deception | Hidden mother | Pink flower | Fame & Glory | Any religion here | Combination of three | My brave man | Let love flow | Fall out of democracy | Love may become | Deserted act | No fun | Receive when it comes | Our footprints | Honest approach | Cherish the memory | In the china world poetry festival | Nature is for us here | Poem-real thought | Sanctity of love | Real inspirator | Life is strength | Befitting an occasion | BEYOND THE VISION | Life in all ages | What else here ! | Never feel | Read between lines | Human brethren |
In another body
I lose myself
I pretend I’m someone else
Up to the point
Of a little death
In another body
We flip the planes
Yet we can’t cross over
It doesn’t stop us from crying
As we grow smaller
Into a day
Of a molecule
Wednesday 16th October 2019 4:33 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:It stinks | warning: poetry spam | bathroom pass |
big screen tv
gold and diamonds
oh my would you look at me
born in Ontario
talk with an accent
when asked...i answer
i am of British descent
nose so high
could drown in a rain
not causing too much pain
i like to flounce
Wednesday 16th October 2019 4:09 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:PAPER DOLL | WATERSPOUT | GOODBYE SON |
Wednesday 16th October 2019 3:30 pm
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:Eyes Open Wide |
Date night, great night
dance until it’s late night
almost till the dawn’s light
still there’s stars that shine bright
Bad way next day
hangover from hell day
nightmare on the subway
wish I’d stayed in bed day
So tired, still wired
feeling listless, uninspired
workload’s got me so mired
worried that I’ll get fired
Eyes burn, guts churn
Wednesday 16th October 2019 2:36 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:The Brexit Dance | Grammar-Nazi |
We Had a Big Argument Because of Continuing Problems Related to My Mental Illness and I Did Not Have Time to Take a Shower, I Love You and I am Sorry
I am itchy
My scalp is itchy
I cannot stand how itchy it is
My whole body smells
I cannot stand how smelly it is
I feel slimy
My feet and groin feel slimy
I cannot stand how slimy I feel
It is my fault
The whole situation is my fault
I cannot stand how this is my entire fault
I made you upset
I continue to make you upset
I cannot stand how I f...
Wednesday 16th October 2019 1:58 pm
Also by David Karban:Capricorn |
gray skies loom overhead,
fog entrenching the air -
seeping from high clouds down
into hard surfaces of the Pacific,
fine particles of mist
dancing along her ferocious waves;
they twirl around her in laughter,
delighted to have found a friend -
she churns in response,
her fierce swells quelling into soft ...
Wednesday 16th October 2019 1:54 pm
Also by Emilia Callahan:Olive | Untitled (variations on coffee series) |
Happiness capturing missilery fireworks
brightly shower the ethereal darkness: like ambitions
must not be grounded
but released enabling them to reach full heights
even if their descending embers, matching failure
threaten to ignite despair.
Nevertheless, they will still have been a must-be dare performed
a setting alight and burning to ashes of timorous...
Wednesday 16th October 2019 1:47 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:lingering wound | all the reparations you will ever need | abandoned declination of a stately house and gardens | ' real ' out of mind experience | child's death in black and white | subterraneously shuffling | eviction | and it didn't get any better | of a snuffing out | Fox and THEY | prima in waiting |
I look in the mirror;
Don't like what I see;
Is that saturnine woman
Where is the girl
With a smile that shone?
All grown up;
The smile's long gone.
Embittered and cynical;
Forlorn and morose;
Sees only the thorns
-Not the beautiful rose.
Note to self:
Need attitude shift!
Life's not a burden;
Life is a gift.
Wednesday 16th October 2019 12:15 pm
Also by Chrystel Roberts:Stormy Weather | SCHADENFREUDE |
The other day i was waiting
For my lover right to surprise me
Fantasy and day dreaming weaves
A desire for a boquet of red roses
Chocolates and perfumes
Bunch full of kisses, not flying but real
A real tight hug to enthuse the sleeping love
And a long drive along marina beach
Only to wake up realizing a hard hit reality
Some dreams are only dreams
Long awaited and st...
Wednesday 16th October 2019 10:56 am
Also by Do.RoThY:Waiting still!!! | Wayward thoughts!! | Tears!! | Doctors' on call?? | 📻⌚⏳ | Either-OR!!!!!!!!! | My loving pain!! | Smiling and happy always!! | I ain't a poet!!!! | A tale of tide!!!! | I 💖 U | 😮💭💭💭 | I would!! |
Wednesday 16th October 2019 10:12 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Calculations | Thinking | In short supply | Model Words | Be Yourself | A Taste Of Romance | Gaming Addiction | Birthday Flowers | Gloomy Monday | Halloween Hiring | Armchair Travels | Brexit psychosis | Let's do this thing ( what is it again?) | What will we talk about after Brexit? | Invincible |
An injection of horror.
Life force fades.
Essence slipping, slipping.
Wednesday 16th October 2019 8:35 am
When summer holidays end
you're an adult and then
depression fades and you
feel ok; you have no reasonable
excuse to take a day.
You see your self awareness
becoming so that you feel
no is not an option; too much
reel from phoning in sick; can't
be a dick and just explain away
In that fake and feeble voice like
you once did; couldn't put a lid
Wednesday 16th October 2019 7:26 am
Also by Andromeda Bloom:For fucks sake | Incomprehensible | In a world full of people |
The old man's head was like the blitz,
no trees were left for walking sticks.
He strayed into a burning field where
crops were charred with scanty yield
and saw their space craft shuttle off, as
fiercesome fires torched man and crop.
Some said the Martians had come back
but saw the ruins and hurried off, but
unashamed the old man wept, and silently
away he crept away - a...
Wednesday 16th October 2019 12:04 am
Also by Philipos:THE NUT HATCH | THE NUT HATCH | COMINGS AND GOINGS | BOGGLE EYED | FROM THE BOOK OF CHAUVIN | INNER SELVES |
ring A ring
peppered in blood like
holy water and the haze
our lost communion with n0w
coughs up blood and the earth
Sighs great Schumannic
the great COMS of nature
chant our ages
ring A ring
a torture chamber
conveyed by the five senses
as a Mandelbrot set of suffering
Tuesday 15th October 2019 10:49 pm
A piece of land if cleared
will provide a suitable setting:
a pig's or sheep's bladder leather bound
secured with stitches
can be fashioned into a facsmilie of the globe
made to fly above the ground
or propelled along it
by the agency of human intervention
that will be the intention.
There will soon arise a system of attack
and defence whereby the bladder...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 10:10 pm
Also by ray pool:MASOCHIST | FOR A DEAD PET | TOWER RAVEN | IN MARYLAND | THE DEATH OF WORDS | HOMILLY |
Cold is the air - still are the trees -
the clouds are streaked with red;
hushed are the birds as dusk descends -
as here you find your bed.
A whirling bird above is shrieking -
the bird of destiny;
of midnight born, with plume as black -
unearthly thing to see.
A pawn you were in unseen quarrels
of vying deities;
this bird tells of what has been spoken -...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 4:34 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:Modern Bards | On Visiting North Devon In October |
The evening was so hot I left the curtains apart
For the slightest whisper of air into the bedroom.
As I laid my head upon my pillow
I could clearly see the slender branches
Of two, huge trees on the street,
Creating from my bedside view
An almost perfect circle
Sculpted by their different leaves.
It was lovely.
The grey-blue summer sky
Looked like a portal into ...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 4:08 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Where Do Birds Go When They Die? | An Irish Prayer (author unknown) |
I bought a pair of denims back in ‘63
You couldn’t help but notice they were tight
Better known as drainpipes to you and me
To get ‘em on they put up quite a fight;
They called them “Shrink-to-Fit”s and so us men
Wore them in the bath these proto-types
They cut me near in half around the abdomen
I confess I looked a twat in my pipes.
Salvation was at hand though w...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 3:53 pm
Also by John Coopey:4 * 100 metres | GRETA | SQUEEZING THIGHS | GREAT SHITS I HAVE HAD - CHAPTER ONE | MOVING UP THE QUEUE | ADULTS ONLY |
Small town girl with your voice so low
and your hopes even lower,
you keep on singing just the wrong verse.
Why is it that you never care?
You keep on counting only on false friends.
Why is it that your heart 's so bare?
Small town girl with your history so long
and a record even longer,
huddled in your hoodie.
What is it that you won't see?
With your right arm s...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 2:24 pm
silly and fun
I love you so much
you play with me
I drew you
like you like
it was fun
when you squirted us
with the hose
you scare us at night
with that scary sound
you always tickle us
we run away
made by hand
in a special file
Tuesday 15th October 2019 12:29 pm
Also by d.knape:Blue Sky | The Commission For Less Education | Sad Returns | Encouragement | A Lighthearted Poem | Lettter To A Cousin | Dishplay | Sage Advice | Hate On Trial | Sent From Typewriter | Last Car | Intelligence Briefing | Big Toe | Cold Front |
At least 80
If I see tomorrow
I shall see the sunrise
The settlements were fragile,
Yet at the same time, strong
A descent into madness –
Resurfacing at Thursday Club
I’m always happy to stop for a hitchhiker
Over the years I’ve had
Elvis Presley and Lord Lucan as passengers
But everyone thinks I’m lying
Slender Man, Enderman, carrying things,...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 10:41 am
Postcards seemed a clumsy way to connect
Big pictures dominating our conversations
Your messages visible to the world
But strangely veiled to me
You wrote vanilla words
Limited by space and the chance that others might read them
Never one for convention
You would number your postcards and send a bunch at once
You scrawled the story of your travels in serial
Unable to hide that your mind s...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 10:40 am
Also by Kate G:Beyond the horizon | One of those days |
And back to the cell
In this strellie stenched community
There's a sense, that all is not well
Chemically coshed with citalopram, 20ml
Black mamber, spice or shit faced
Either way there's a dip in the serontine
That needs to be upped and replaced
foreboding with sense of mence
Being housed on this cat C dorm
Eighteen months of crime and punishment...
Tuesday 15th October 2019 9:24 am
Also by Philip Stevens:Staying in | Shouting ! |
I met a female
would I say
Tuesday 15th October 2019 2:10 am
Also by Fred Nicholson:Crunches | You hear me? | Some times | Treasure Hunt | Color Matters | make believe love |
Does anyone else but me wonder
when they look on Facebook
and see birthday celebrations
for dead aunts, uncles
that no, this cannot be
Because the dead cannot age
take that slap on the back
notch up years or candles on a cake
They're snuffed out, like we will one day be
They're gone forever
Just memories - hopefully good ...
Monday 14th October 2019 8:27 pm
Who creates and who destroys?
The sun in the day,
The weeds in the garden,
The wind breezing between the flowers,
The friend and the foe,
For these are heaven and hell,
How I hold these in my bosom,
How I desire to be free from my sins,
How I desire to hold anger towards my foe,
How I wish to blame others for my faults.
Then the sweet voice whispers,
Monday 14th October 2019 7:34 pm
Desert Poem #1
Where are you now son?
Lost Horse Canyon
With the poets-an odd bunch
They try to wrangle the desert's beauty with their lassos
made of words
It always eludes them
Desert Poem #2
Sister Silver Cholla
Sleeping through the hard times
The desert kisses her every morning
But she only wakes up
When his breath smells like rai...
Monday 14th October 2019 7:31 pm
Also by Michael Triandafils:Sharpei Skin | Dear Fundamentalist Friend | Song Production | Bottle | The Ballad of Pablos Juan | To The Subject of Every Photo Taken Before 1900 |
That day you said you couldn't stay
You told me love would make me pay
Now I remember every day
With love slip-slidin' away
I did my best - the best I could
Without much rest - you knew I would
But nothing worked - nothing came good
And love went slip-slidin' away
Together I thought we had it made
But day turns to night and all things fade
Just like the sun ...
Monday 14th October 2019 3:03 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:POOR OLD LONDON | IF YOU MUST | MIND THE GENERATION GAP | VISION | NATIONAL POETRY DAY | NO OTHER WAY |
Here doctor, here we all are,
the lonely hearts of Blighty.
Hunched up in your waiting rooms.
Confused, broken and flighty.
We all scream
Big Pharma they are all shouting,
that we haven’t got enough.
They’ll dishing out chemical kisses,
and these tablets are the love.
We all scream...
Monday 14th October 2019 3:00 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:December 26th (after Vasko Popa) |
Bind me with your chains,
You control the beast tonight,
You are all there is,
All that now remains,
And I'll let you feast tonight,
I am here to please,
Tight against my skin,
Pull your bindings oh so tight,
Don't let me get free,
Guide our pleasure in,
You are in control tonight,
That's how it should be,
Slap my guilty skin,
Bound by col...
Monday 14th October 2019 2:37 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:The Lionsheart | Start With An Apology | Mondays Demon | A Dark Seed | Hallows Harbinger | Broken |
a day of dreams and hopes
a day of losing and finding
I overslept. I missed the coach.
This was one match I had to watch,
it was long odds that Leyton Orient
would ever grace Maine Road again.
Maybe we’d scrape a miracle win -
I bought a Manchester...
Monday 14th October 2019 10:26 am
Also by Rick:Five Walls at the Hatton with Kate (significantly revised) |
Democracy as we understand it is right the business in a well-regulated society and high taxation, which Gives the state income to finance roads and Help the poor. A free for all capitalism is bad for all, It ruins a country and there as endemic corruption. A well paid organized and trained workforce is a must because without it, we face strife and revolution.
Many business peop...
Monday 14th October 2019 7:07 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:what happened | waiting for surgery | the acceptance | aq tired day | sic transit gloria | FORTITUDE | I remember | when old sailors go | auttumnal reflection | the Obama precidency | ghosts |
We are biting the hand that feeds
our own unmedicated self
all is lost
tamed with little shots
haldol on the rocks
you snore in locked padded rooms
staring at the ceiling like sunspot patterns
Okinawa paper lanterns
all the pretty colors come back
acid flashback backcrack anti aircraft point blank execution
Monday 14th October 2019 3:59 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:Sleeping in the rain |
The idea – to float quietly down the Danube, to
tip into the Black Sea and back again – was on its face
a good one, although quiet contemplation proved not to be
the dominant mood for the whole shebang, what with
so much out there, back there, over there, so many
holes hammering into the softer spots of my skull to produce
a yet more porous pot that just cannot serve...
Sunday 13th October 2019 8:15 pm
Who will be there,
Asks the elderly lady,
The one with crevices in her skin
And the sad haunted eyes.
Who will be there when all these antique people have died ?
When age and time has taken every witness.
The Princes who visit,
They're heady on the atmosphere,
Standing by a grave,
In the fullness of the solemn gales,
Treading on the ground where it all happened, for ...
Sunday 13th October 2019 6:49 pm
And so it begins. Or ends
The seasons change and as
September dies lies forgotten
Like Summer, Autumn October
Rears. Not misty mellow fruitfullness
With rusty leaf colour bright splashing
Hedgerow and tree russet yellow brown,
Mists that turn to rain and wind and heavy
Rain splashing in the track ruts and puddles
Around the farm; every field soggy with all the...
Sunday 13th October 2019 3:08 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Dark Lullaby | The Sterling Castle, 1703 |
it is with a morose gratitude
that I am to dispense justice
like a drug
at the hurlish demands
of screeching bicuspids
unaware of the lurch :
the shuffle of their own cloven hooves
at the trough of the damned
eager to eat the softened bones
of your own impunity
a toast raised as a scythe falls
and another trauma is passed
like blood thru...
Sunday 13th October 2019 2:12 pm
the barrage flew
viperous words striking
straight from the point -
expected words lie stricken
choking back all retort
Sunday 13th October 2019 12:44 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:hues | crucible | sun and moon | incessant |
Sunday 13th October 2019 11:45 am
In the distance,
I see you with blinding hope,
Not knowing if you are a mirage,
Or if I will ever reach you.
Amongst the darkness,
I keep walking towards you,
A flickering light calling my name,
The promise of a silver lining.
Sunday 13th October 2019 8:52 am