Poetry Blogs (2019)
We’re bringing back books
As edgy accessories
Imagine that you’re rich enough to
Have the time to read
You’re so wealthy you can afford to
Disconnect while you’re doing it
We’re going to open up
A series of “bookstores”
Everything under glass
The catch will be pricing-
The mark up will only be
500 percent as ...
Sunday 16th June 2019 5:50 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Ah, yes | The fabulist | Parents | Today's Meeting | Climbing out of a lie | E. Rigby’s Granddaughter |
Experiences make you wise
Before next step think twice
Converse with all to break ice
Concise speech just suffice
Episodes of life changes
Lessons of various ranges
Never seek any revenges
Forgive but hold no grudges
Sunday 16th June 2019 4:56 am
Also by Do.RoThY:Inevitable reality!!! | jealously suicidal!!! | The flood!! | After you left!! | Trust your love!!! | Untitled for love!! | The story so far!! | Can do anything!!! | Dreams unchained!!!! | In times to come!!!! | Could you try once more!! |
When the sepsis struck speckled
Arose in my mind
In the tangling of time:
the rhythm in my head
of a feeling of dread.
In time to pull me round
like a full washing line
on a windy-day-by-the-sea
then slinking off
with Mr Delirium, he's off with his head,
an alternate reality, frightened and nearly dead.
I turn and turn...
Sunday 16th June 2019 1:59 am
Also by John E Marks:An incidental haunting | The end of the world | The forgotten lore | The Christian East | Dark Star | Trilobite | Flesh is weak | Txt Msg | saying goodbye | Small town boy | Easter Sunday in Nineveh, Iraq | Written near water | The defeat at Seville November 1248 | SUTTEE | OTTO'S LAMENT | The golden, fairy goddess | D-DAY | El Tiempo | Lemons on sale again | Stoic suicide | Liminal |
Can’t sleep at night
wake up with the light
I’m crabby, angry
and up for a fight
The night before
I slept on’t floor
To try and change
the old routine
It worked at first
but things got worse
when I needed a leak
and the floorboards creaked
I tossed and turned
So I made a brew
Grilled a slice or two
but me toast got burned
and me plans were spurned
There was nothing else for it
Saturday 15th June 2019 11:44 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Who is this please? |
Speak louder so they can't hear the silence instead,
turmoils and echos around my rigorous head,
keeping all the truths that we want to destroy
but we ought to protect,
see... I am nothing but a builder
but tonight I dreamt I was
Momentum holds and it wouldn't rest,
dissolved in same old liquid mess,
vibrating body around its perfect chest
somehow.. still trying to disconne...
Saturday 15th June 2019 8:21 pm
Oblivious of the glowing warmth it endows.
Oblivious of the sacrifices it often follows.
Oblivious of the gentle play of myriad hues of blues
Oblivious of the broken parts of soul it glues
Oblivious of the strength it sculpts to endure..
Oblivious of the spiritual notes it allures..
Saturday 15th June 2019 7:36 pm
Also by mona s:Haiku - True Self | The Bars | Across the shores |
ON A SICILIAN BEACH
A ladybird lands
on my foot in the sand
as I'm reading The Life of Pi.
A blue stretch of sea
carried me here
where an army of shiny black beetles
unbreakable as tanks
will persist in trundling by.
He was days on a boat
now I'm days in the sand
reading this book
with no appetite to leave.
Saturday 15th June 2019 7:12 pm
Also by john short:INVOLVED IN SWITZERLAND | BEACHED |
A ‘Snitch’, in Time !
My mother’s mother, Granny Brown
was ‘muchly-loved’ throughout our town.
The care she gave; her happy ways.
She cheered us in her ‘ember days’.
She liked to knit but not to sell.
Such quality. (Oh, you could tell!).
Each item, thoroughly bespoke
- for giving to specific folk.
“Gran, that’s great !” I’d often shout.
“You knit them ...
Saturday 15th June 2019 7:05 pm
Head-butting breakers -
I couldn't enter the sea -
flung back on my back -
swallowed in sandfleas -
moon-haloed grin of David
drooling beach with ashes -
to ashes and gull grease -
white tendril tide yanks
left shoe loose and screaming -
tows it to foam - scrambling crabwise
- sand in my pants drags
me down down and my mouth fills
with urine - cigarette butts...
Saturday 15th June 2019 6:17 pm
Also by Devon Brock:In The Valley of Your Bones | The Insolence of Poisoned Ivy | The Monkey Trap of Suicide Hill | She Calls It Sorrow | Walking Hopper - a prose poem | The Sewage Comes From Within |
(Right, never tried Haiku before so here's some I wrote today, hope they're ok)
A wandering soul,
Tortured by experience,
Finds peace in your arms.
A broken compass,
Knows not the way to true north,
But may yet find it.
Tears of happiness,
Taste exactly as salty,
As tears of sorrow.
Saturday 15th June 2019 6:14 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Hiding In The Silence |
Pebbles in this river-
smooth as skin, every one!
Shall we check further downstream?
No need. These pebbles have been kissing.
Tuesday, kiss. Wednesday, kiss.
Have you no prophecy for next Friday?
Pueblo, these waters swell
with more tears than your own.
Cast your line further now.
Saturday 15th June 2019 6:04 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Before Too Long | Late Learner | Maia | Knucklebones |
We have it all wrong
Serial selfie abusers are among
The most selfless, the least egotistical
People we should strive to know
Repeated over and over (and over)
Of extending one’s arm
In the middle of, well, anywhere
Stopping time, and traffic and pedestrians
To share memorable pictures with, well, anyone
Of sunrises, sunsets, beaches,...
Saturday 15th June 2019 5:22 pm
Also by Jeannot:Coming to terms |
The air is hot in here
Filled with the smell of sin
The clock tick-tocks
in the dark
Registering every second of pain
Old carpet, stained with blood
Hiding dirty secrets,
those which doesn't want to be found
nailed by the weight of all the screams
Windows closed… long time ago
Evil monster in the ...
Saturday 15th June 2019 4:14 pm
Scorched skies and the ground littered with
The dettritus of a careless society
Broken buildings and rivers poisoned with
The sickening pollution of a thoughtless culture
The wind screams endlessly like banshees
Howling the fall of man
Empty lives staring hopelessly at pointless
Tablets in their hands
Desperately seeking meaning to a forgotten plan
Saturday 15th June 2019 2:41 pm
Also by Stuart Clark:The Good Are Few |
The bowl of delicious potato salad
shrinks before my very eyes
what began as a teeming bowl of heaven
becomes smaller and smaller as
each day a portion of it disappears
transferred to smaller and smaller Tupperware
it slowly diminishes
and day by day my anxiety increases
as the supply dwindles down
vanishing before my very eyes
until it is only a sad spoonful
Saturday 15th June 2019 12:41 pm
Also by d.knape:Manly Thoughts | Wink | Devices | Mommy Mommy | Wireless World | Ordering A Mouse | Letting Things Go | Cat Nap | White Stripe | Reunion | School Photos | Last Laugh | Saving Grace |
Awful Androgens (from Love and Lust in Bury and Rochdale, by Chris Bainbridge and Eve Nortley)
Total frustration is mine,
Explore the inner workings of my mind,
Stem the tide,
Tease and please me,
Offering satisfaction would be,
Tempt me with titbit,
Exotic morsels of affection,
Ribald rollicking, rolls in the hay,
Once will never be enough,
Now we s...
Saturday 15th June 2019 12:18 pm
Also by eve nortley:Dear Mr Burne Jones | Birmingham's Bhangra Babes | 21st Century Love | Curry and Kulfi | Gambling with grandad | Money | Sir Frances Drake |
Throughout the course of history, upon a manifest,
The great and good have etched their names that we might stand impressed
By feats of ingenuity, of bravery or skill;
With how they conquered continents or praised the daffodil.
We marvelled how they scaled the heights of mountains in the east,
Or daubed a canvas with gouache or sprinted like some beast.
And in the ...
Saturday 15th June 2019 12:05 pm
Poem 115 of 230: SUNDAY CRICKET AND BERRIES - SUMMER 2000
From a bus (98 -
Bury to Manchester),
I got off at the gate
To Hamilton Road Park,
Where in situ I ate
(The taste too good to wait),
Before making my way
To a further park-gate,
From where briefly I watched
How Stand's cricketers rate.
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 15th June 2019 11:43 am
( simplistic poem knocked together for my she-nipper to read in class-re tomorrow )
Fathers who cried with joy seeing us come into the world
Fathers who helped our new lives unfurl
Fathers who nursed us and taught us to potty
Fathers who wiped away green nose bubbles and dripping candles drippingly snotty
Fathers who trained us to bike ride and ran alongside
Fathers who hugg...
Saturday 15th June 2019 10:56 am
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:who un-cares wins? | luck pusher | Doctor Grease Monkey | Trump card | Arousal's | Country boy down the 'smoke' |
With the child
Saturday,15th June 2019
It is an anxiety
that takes us to an almighty
with a lot many questions
for life and its relation
it is the problem
with an adult to tackle them
they have a selfish end
that sends them with unanswered signals
what has child in store?
everything with questions and to explore?
if we are not equipped to answer...
Saturday 15th June 2019 10:49 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Mountain and arivers | Only one creature | Common feeling | Real talent | Limited role | Cimplete strangers | Chatterer | Remain alive | Eyes speak pain | :Love-not a dream | No need | New trend | Change the fate | No pretension | Noa pathoven | Busy personality | I cry alone | Love is not | As if in cage | Love the way | Love the way | Eid-real worship day | Walk aimlessly | With a frown face | As if the cage | My answer | Less dangerous | No chance | Our folly | The painter | Allow me free entry | Dominate the scene | Omnipresent God |
Every morning he took a short bus ride
to the factory where he was learning welding
a thing to know if you are building a ship.
One day he missed the bus got lost and began
Walking, took the wrong turn and the vista
a new life of adventures opened up.
He has done many jobs, like being a cowboy
in Montana, a tourist guide in Peru,
a short-order-cook i...
Saturday 15th June 2019 10:15 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:deafeat | a very rich woman | the piano | the Greek-Orthodox church | romance | war memories | the theft | the experiment |
The old man in the window seat
is setting quietly to his routine,
folding up the sleeves
of his Oxford shirt inch by inch
until the sun falls across his bare arms
then with just a smile
he signals to the waitress and waits
watching the hushed street
after the morning rush:
a mother with a pram,
a homeless man conferring with his dog,
a few pigeons plucking
Saturday 15th June 2019 10:00 am
Also by Tom Harding:Love Poem | Ant Poem | Cafe Window |
It seems I'm known for making waves
And pushing boundaries
But staying in my comfort zone
I lose creativity
Don't want to write just ordinary-like
'Bout flowers and flowery fluff
I want to branch out, be myself
Write boundary-pushing stuff
How can a poet improve oneself
By staying in a rut?
But some of you may disagree
Come back ...
Saturday 15th June 2019 7:46 am
Also by Don Matthews:How Much Does One Reveal to Strangers? | Maryon Wants Me To Write Edgy | Outside the Rink. Unfettered | Monty Python's Bavarian Restaurant | Do You Remember Anya, Kate? | Models on Catwalks | Haiku – College of | The Poet's Grave | Nothing Deep and Thoughtful Here | Why Can't I Be Spiderman? | Why Has Our Aussie Stopped Posting? |
I held courage by the hand
And walked away
The birds followed me
The sun followed me
I was finally free
Saturday 15th June 2019 5:18 am
Hall clock, tick tock
front door, knock knock
turn of handle, unlock.
She lies in bed, unawares
footsteps, creaking stairs
back of neck raised hairs.
She sensed a presence next to bed
fear, panic, a sense of dread
afraid to breathe or raise her head.
She feels a hand around her waist
and smells his breath against her face
it's stale, unclean and alcohol based.
He's here to harm...
Saturday 15th June 2019 12:49 am
Also by Wayne McLellan:Coco the Clown | The Lighthouse | Boy what a Lady! | The Princess and the Frog |
Inside an old barn
Working fast and nervously
Meth lab explosion
Friday 14th June 2019 10:40 pm
Also by Jason Zane:DIVIDED | SNOB CITY | FUTURE SUNRISE |
Isn’t that Boris there over there in the spotlight? (Uh uh)
Didn’t you used to have a thing for him (Uh uh)
By the way, where’d you meet him
“I saw him on the telly with unruly hair
I thought him a cutie and a cuddly bear
I never saw him as Leader of the Pack".
You folks were always putting him down
(Down down down)
You said he’s just a daft harmless clown
Friday 14th June 2019 9:37 pm
Also by John Coopey:IT WAIN'T WESH | I MISS THE MAN THAT I USED TO BE |
A willow tree hides
at the edge of the orchard,
Streams of withered leaves
veiling its stooping trunk.
Struggling to survive,
Its roots are sparse and fractured,
And its brittle branches snap -
At the lightest gust.
All will for life,
Into the soil.
But within the crumbling walls of bark,
Its rings of wisdom lie.
Tales of brut...
Friday 14th June 2019 8:57 pm
So do you still remember me across the tumbled years
Far off thoughts from far away places
Memories fading the pictures of our love
Do you ever think of me the way I do you
Of knowing stares and smiles and eyes that glitter
With no need for words as the loving thoughts just flitter
Warmth from head to heart, from heart to soul, into the bone
Do our thoughts bounce and join acr...
Friday 14th June 2019 8:10 pm
There is a feral beast trapped inside of me that suffers
She weeps and roars and pounds hard on her dungeon's door
A smothering embrace; noone cares to accept the love She offers
Her pathos and tumult within have force enough to start a war
And though I have her well contained, claws trimmed and all;
while I have Her locked away, I even had Her put in chains!
I can still hear He...
Friday 14th June 2019 7:36 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Starchild's Spell | Thank You Mother | Father Thank You | Meaning Lost | Us and Them |
Life is a gratuity
An annual annuity
Not designed for perpetuity;
There's no incongruity
So avoid any vacuity...
Employ some acuity
And relish its fortuity!
Friday 14th June 2019 3:52 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:ARAB SPRING | TRAVEL | THE LONGEST DAY | ISLAMOPHOBIA | SING-SONG |
Being in love is giving someone else your heart to do with as they please
For better or worse
Allowing yourself to be completely vulnerable with another
You're over the moon...you're happy...nothing could bring you down...nothing and no one could hurt you
It's the ones that you hold the closest that can cut you the deepest
All things must come to an end...nothing is permanent
Friday 14th June 2019 3:23 pm
Also by ByteSize:Broken | Beauty is in the eye | Demons Never Leave | Hidden | Struggle Not to Fall Again | Her | Fading | Happy Birthday My Dearest Sister | A Stranger | I long to surrender my heart | Long for Silence | The Sweetest Lies | Shadow Person | Lost | Returned | More than a smile |
She is no longer the love of his life
She's not his soul mate
Not any more
They stay together because it's convenient
They keep up appearances
for the sake of their friends
their children and their grandchildren
They don't have really personal conversations
Not any more
They talk about stuff
ordinary stuff, like the weather
They're no longer intimate
Friday 14th June 2019 3:17 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Changing Colour | No Relation to Eleanor | The State Visit |
In evening light at still of day
Shadows are sweeping time away.
A man through his window sees it all,
The fading blue, the shadow fall.
At the upper edge of vision
Perfect pearl, divine precision.
As hidden jewel in tapestry,
Shines the orb through the trees.
Two thirds round, white edged, sharp and clean.
The last third blurs into the unseen.
Friday 14th June 2019 12:53 pm
Also by afishamongmany:Meeting Greeting | Three Times | Startingblocks | Stairways |
Ancient knowing walls and an ivy-hidden gateway
jealously enfold the earth’s green aromas
damp soil, vegetation and softened wood.
Aged wisdom, old tools, straight lines
where canes, sisal and markers sign the paths
nets, sticks and cloches stand sentry for tender shoots.
There’s a calm here, a wash that cleanses
the mind and softens the heart,
bringing a warm melancholy, p...
Friday 14th June 2019 10:08 am
I'd love to sign my name
autograph a volume
my words printed in glorious black ink
type-set, spell-checked and bar-coded
head-shot just inside the hard cover
The girl opposite will be saying she loves my work
the way it 'resonates with her own feelings'
she and her man read together at night
I'd be respected, met my potential
achieved something of note
So, when my child seeks...
Friday 14th June 2019 9:46 am
Also by Tom:Don't Look Into Their Eyes | Your Light, Our Youth |
This usually come to every mind
Everyone have to face what is being destined
Why me, comes to everyone’s mind
We generally feels that God is dealing us with disparity
Feels like there is no hope of prosperity
Put this Shit away from mind
Grass looks greener from the other side
God has sent us here for some purpose
Every creature has something divine
Friday 14th June 2019 7:57 am
There is safety here,
in the dark,
in the night,
with moon's soft light
through care-worn curtains.
there is safety here,
away from the tumult of class,
the chalk dust - - and shouting,
from frequent tests
and rough boys fighting.
there is safety here,
in this iron black bed
Friday 14th June 2019 7:56 am
Also by Dorothy Webb:STORM COCK | BRUSH STROKES | -- -- -- SO CASUALLY DISMISSED |
This was the last straw she went to far this time
Vindictive lies no matter the cost no matter the ryme
She says that she loves but her love has gone cold
These third demesional energies will get left in the old
This spirit of mine is feirce and strong but also brittle
And these head games you play are just A pet...
Thursday 13th June 2019 7:31 pm
The numb thump of my heart beating against my rib cadge,
Unknown pain of sadness always giving me rage.
Desperately grasping at the last memories that I had with you,
Tears roll down my face when I find thats an issue.
The blood in my veins is so hard to contain,
The thoughts of death flood through to my brain.
Hard to fight past the devil inside of me,
I promise my na...
Thursday 13th June 2019 7:12 pm
It was the smell of leather that hit me first
Old crisp leather
Beginning to crack around the straps
One of the buckles slightly bent
He shuffled nervously from one foot to another
As he entered the flat
A friend of a friend
His polished black shoes
And well- worn overcoat hanging over his slender frame
Gave him the appearance of a door to door salesman...
Thursday 13th June 2019 5:05 pm
Also by Martin Elder:How many tonight |
I so remember - twelve years old -
Running home with my Math paper
99% in bold red across the top.
Racing full tilt to show my mother
How well I had done.
Teacher had been full of smiles.
I burst through the door.
'Mummy! Mummy! Look what I did!
She was at the sink peeling potatoes.
She turned, wiping her hands in her apron.
'Well! And w...
Thursday 13th June 2019 4:55 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:I Hope There Is A Heaven For That Pretty Pink Dress |
Dreams to come true
kept us moving forward
A lifetime of promises
crushed inside a changing world
A disillusioned today is beyond repair
tomorrow now becomes isolated
As we fail to remember
how it once was.
Thursday 13th June 2019 4:36 pm
If you can honestly
Say you believe
I'll forget about you
And you'll forget about me
You have not yet
Come to realize
That apart, we are living
But half of a life.
Thursday 13th June 2019 4:24 pm
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:The Abyss | All of May |
on a far tide line
with estuary shells
soft where rills run down
or the sea pools
behind a half-sunk stone
or a mooring chain
swinging to the tide turn
above their sunken reflections
angled lines of cirrostratus
echoed below the horizon
in the mirror gloss sea
Thursday 13th June 2019 4:12 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Uchtryd's Summer Place |
Ravi Shankar stopped me wanking
he ceased my endless monkey spanking,
he soothed my lust with his Sitar
my ears pricked up to sounds from far.
My Mothers happiness complete
my DNA saved from the sheets,
though father he was less than pleased
saw other cultures as disease.
And then through music back came lust
Thursday 13th June 2019 3:32 pm
Also by Wolfgar:The management of savagery | Gently in the forest | Beyond the mirror |
HANGING GARDENS, HASLEMERE
Those of Babylon, no record left,
if half as beautiful as those you’ve kept
they deserved inclusion in the glorious Seven,
the wonders of which we’ll never know
sufficient for clever comparison; but enough to
win much more than accolades in words and gaze
than I, a devotee, might quickly assign
to their beauty, to...
Thursday 13th June 2019 1:05 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:SILENT GREETINGS | SHARING THE SUN |
They came by water
They came by train
They came by flight
They came in luxury
But some arrived in cages
All strangers to us and each other
They were stopped at the docks
They were stopped at the station
They were stopped at the airport
They were stopped in their conditions
Remaining ever a constant
Adhered to each other in isolation
They saw the look...
Thursday 13th June 2019 12:40 pm
I see death
the form of a tree
Dry, brittle, next to a river
bed writhing in motes
A ballet of breeze
the arid world
Thursday 13th June 2019 6:00 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Fates do fall as rain | Embryo |
Do not fret to see the clouds besides horizon,
Chirping a soliloquy,
dead beneath the shore.
Governed in a blue light,
Your arms open more,
And I see what is again beneath your maddening open door.
Greatest in the melody,
Your enchanted means of singing,
Are but desolate I now implore.
Bestroking in an afternoon sun,
Your melody washes to the shore,
Thursday 13th June 2019 2:16 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Cricket |