Poetry Blogs (2019)
The sky was pink that evening
Blotches of an adamantine brittleness
Spread slowly all over the Cheshire plain,
All over the acres and acres of rich pickings.
The quarter moon is waxing to the right
Behind my back and out of sight and mind
A grove of black, spidery trees skeletal and strange
Put me in mind of a MR James story
Of an unrequited remonstrance
That stands on...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 11:55 pm
Also by John E Marks:A rose garden at altitude under occupation | CALCULUS | Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248 | For when I am weak, then am I strong | The flowers of the forest | Lost in translation | To the crags, where eagles soar | The foggy, foggy dew | A winter blossoming | A continuing calvary | To the Ghost-dancers of the Sioux | Noli timere | Manchester | Forget-me-not | Call it dreaming | Skin is wearing thin | Christmas roses | Wild is the way | A sword of lightning | Tabula Rasa | A rare descent | Solstice Song | For Cathy, poet | For John Donne, poet | On the Narrow road | Love will tear us apart, again | Lunecliff | The Alpha and Omega | Nothing more | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | The solitary rose of your breath | Bandit country | A shadow behind the sun | Suttee |
Give thanks for every step you take
that you can make it,
thanks for each thought
that you can think it.
Bless each moment's constant rebirth
then give thanks for the bounty of mother earth.
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:57 pm
has left our heads swimming,
feeling idiotic and in love
as two young lovers
skinny-dipping at midnight,
readying to leap into the darkness
of another year
with only the compass
of our foolish passion
to guide us.
I have drunk so much the dead are
coming back to me,
the ones we crossed arms
and promised not to forget,
ferrying back across
the dark waters of m...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:21 pm
As Father Time now wipes an eye and takes a long look ahead
Past a moment when half the world celebrates...with the other snug in bed,
Let us take stock and ponder whether we really did the best we could
In the days of the year that now fade away - like dusty bluebells in a wood.
Did we fail when called upon to act or say the things we ought?
Did we shrink from giving.when the most...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 6:41 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND | CHARITY AND CHARITIES |
Invitus das da spang
Invitus boot ma link
Corga mi slank innerdank
Pobe na fang ma yade
Oh oh mozzie brittel
Flag bon fang da boot
Na mudder ban ittle.
Wranfler fi bornet:. VC Pkinki
Tuesday 31st December 2019 5:00 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:2000 miles | t h i n k i n g s i d e w a y s |
This last day off to sleep
It was great to see it weep
365 days went rolling by
Only 1/4th left to die
Shall i cry, bidding goodbye
So many memories, i need to cry
Nineteenth year of a Millennium celebration
Making it's way to handsome jubilation
All the lessons learned and unlearned
Gifted us with hope, peace and felt loved
As the evening ...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 3:55 pm
Today it is the New Year's eve,
It is enjoyable and brings happiness
I've got that excitement up my sleeve.
Tomorrow a new year is gonna start,
In the New Year many days will be there,plenty.
The coundown begins now 3,2,1,
It's soo much fun!!!
Tuesday 31st December 2019 2:10 pm
Also by Creative Candace:Acrostic poem | My super hero!!! |
Out there beyond the hill
Lights twinkle in time with distant voices
Preparing for the new year,
Making small promises of things to come,
Promising small victories of things to overcome.
What will they remember
When they look back at the year,
The fickle promises collapsing around them
Or the achievements made,
Or the constant redirections to get them through anothe...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 11:14 am
Also by kimberly:Recurring Dream | Cold Rushing In | More... | How We Begin | Sensations | In the Dead of Winter | Wine Thursday | Weekly Sessions | Climbing up the Walls | Daydreaming | Looking Back | Name That Tune | Searching | Delicate | The Train |
Discard the ageing twighlight,
Embrace the soothing dawn,
The seduction of change, do not fight,
There's a chance to be re-born.
You see hope glimmering,
Amongst the shards of defeat,
The rays of belief,
Amongst the rain and the sleet.
Mourn no more your weary feet,
Profane is your sorrow and despair
The new year is here to greet,
So surrender to your fut...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 10:36 am
Also by Charlie White:Date night 1 |
Turning back the hands of time on this year
I have had times of great sadness, and times of great cheer
Times when I thought, would this day be my last?
When all seemed so futile, when death seemed so near.
In this last year, many a thought raced me by
When in utter despair, I’d break down and cry
Life seemed so fleeting, without purpose or cause
With no time for ...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:27 am
Also by poemagraphic:The descent into Hades’ and beyond! | Santa's Pride | Government shills | Faith Restored | Sacred sacrament | In the recess of your mind | Promises promises... | FREEDOM | Walking into the light | A party fit for a Prince | Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |
I love you
This is the only truth
I want us to be
That is what my heart feels
So don't play with me
Just sink it in
Let things be
I just want us to be
It's my only prayer
So don't mess with it
Just settle all affair
Dark or light
Black or white
Sad or happy
Everything belongs us to be
Life or death
Freedom or not
Till my last breath
I want just...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:23 am
No words can explain
They ask me why, what do you see
I have no words to explain
No reason why she is working for me
Millions of people will be better than any reason
Millions of notions will trump her by far
No reason why she is raising the bar
Her smile is in the breeze of the sea
My heart is at peace, to let it be
Her kindness, like the waves washing ...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 8:28 am
I Am a Naughty Ditty
I am a naughty ditty
I joined the saucy crowd
Drove moderators round the bend
For speaking up too loud
To pay for my transgressions
They'll dig me deep (a grave)
At midnight they will Archive me
Because I can't behave
Eth? I can't help it......I'm tearing up.....
Don't fret pet.....You can still dig it up.....
Tuesday 31st December 2019 8:05 am
Also by Don Matthews:LMS Is Taking Off | London Smog and New Research | Abou Ben Adhem for Today's Poets | Plink, Plink, Plink | 10,000 Miles to your Blank Screen | Three Christmas Poems From Downunder | I've Just Got a Shock About Santa | Governed by a Two-Edged Knife | I Was Wrong | Scriptwriter | Supertramp. Ahead of Their Time (1974) | Meeting Turns to Crap | Ethel and Bert | 40, 42, 41, 44 | A Perfect Fit | Write-Off | The Letter Writer | Crowder | But I Like Helium Balloons | Side-glancing in an Argentinian Cafe | The Newsagent | Publisher Wanted | 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 |
The humm of distant traffic gently fills my ears,
It will pass us by, our proximity soon forgot,
It will rapidly move beyond our confusion and tears,
In short, it will do what we cannot.
So many memories to cherish down the years,
So many moments to never be forgot,
But I'm tired of being tested to comfort your fears,
In the end, I'm either good enough as me, or I am not.
Tuesday 31st December 2019 7:20 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Darkling Shadow | Truth & Lies | Haemo-spherical | House Of Glass | Love Doesn't Always Mean Like | Cracked Pot and Scuffed Pan | Responsible | Stand Up | Stoic | I'm Tired | Angular | Highway Code |
Stellar wounds flickering…
Can I ask a question of the lights I cannot seem to touch?
Why is it so deeply you fascinate gazes in horrendous distances?
Come closer to feel the street.
I say your anguish is remarkable.
A fall to the very whim.
Root; antique war weaponry.
Seeds; the overbearing gust.
Those dreams beneath the stones.
Human dexterity; textures of ea...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 3:58 am
Also by Mimi:...In Admiration... | ...Things With No Sound... | ...Nevertheless... | ...After These Hours... |
Out and let
Let it drain down
Down the trail
Dug in from regular use
It's not worth the scar
It's not worth the hurt
It makes me sick
Thinking it'll hang around past
The closing of the door
I don't want to hate anymore
I don't want to hate anyone
I just want to feel the relief
Of never again
Feeling the sting
The sting of y...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 1:50 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:Storm Windows | (untitled) | S | Eve | Happy Birthday | L' | (untitled) | Everyone Has Their Thoughts and Comments | Weapons of War | Armor |
Broken grandfather clocks
toll the bell of the disgraced Goddess
holding aloft a Flame that She is
ashamed to peer through.
She pretends that she doesn’t know
what Uncle Sam does to her daughter,
the choir boys.
The half staff that swan songs
a collaterally damaged record.
Unsung soliloquy in Her Heart,
Monday 30th December 2019 9:25 pm
Also by Julian Collins:Athena | Contraband |
I sit outside a bank appealing for loose change,
I'm looked down upon as if something strange.
People pass as if I am not there,
Avoiding even giving me a glare.
Unfortunately there are many of us on the street,
Getting something in my cup is quite a feat.
Yesterday was tough I was soaked to the skin,
But ended up with a cup with something in.
Eight quid in change...
Monday 30th December 2019 9:19 pm
Also by hugh:'Twas the night before Christmas | A tribute to Sara Britcliffe our new M.P. A baby of the house,only 24 ! | Spinning a yarn |
Today is the last day of 2019
Later people will fill restaurants to eat overpriced chicken,
Drink cheap champagne get jolly and sing in
The New Year makes promises for 2020 that will not be kept.
Wake on the first day, look out of the window and
See the day has not changed.
It has been a fraught year with conflicts nearly spilling over
To a world war and millio...
Monday 30th December 2019 6:23 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:winter coat of camel hair | hunger and roses | of plants and men | rose poem with fish | liberal democracy | travel beyond the Galaxy | to my heart | innhertance | walls | "timee to say goodbye" | higher eduction | social call | trust in yourself | how did it become like this | a dreaming joureny | told by a south African | obstacles | the human cannon | phone talk | homless | manx poem | roses poem | when love is not | oddity of sex | the kiss | the land of dream | sunday an sermon | new truths | when in need | military service |
I lost out to the fool
who listened only to the proud
shut his ears to the complex
and shouted banalities out loud.
I lost out to the fool
who believed only the vain
graduated in the university
of who can I ridicule and blame.
I lost out to the fool
who trod the well-paced path
never strayed from its borders
now he will suffer my wrath.
Monday 30th December 2019 4:43 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Lead me on | Beautiful You | The ledge | Goodbye voice |
couldn't fight it
Monday 30th December 2019 2:29 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:EVERYDAY | SEASON OF ME | UGLY DUCK |
I took a trip down Hashbrown Town,
To take a look around, and found,
Everything there, was textured-triangle
With angles rounded, and not at all Square
Unlike Toblerone Town, where everything is,
Monochrome mocha, with sides geometrically true
T'was more akin to deep-down, Old Dorito City way
Having uneven slopes, covered in a crispy-golden hue
Milling around, downtown Hashbrown Town,
Monday 30th December 2019 1:53 pm
Also by Doug Berry (aka Andrew G. Ogleby):A Nature of London | Searching for the Spirit of the Season |
Baby in a shoe box
left in a dumpster
behind the grocery store
weak but alive
found by a tramp
looking for stale bread
now he has a baby
in a shoe box
who left it and why?
it would not be found
that could not be dealt with
the mother changed her mind
had second thoughts
the father distant
Monday 30th December 2019 12:02 pm
Also by d.knape:Planning My Own Funeral | NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS | Christmas Lights | Christmas Wish | Mother's Lament | Mother | Public Domain | Things My Mother Taught Me | Letter To My Daughter | Crescent Moon | Men In Homes | COWS---A poem by O.L. Buzzerd | See Something, Write Something | We Live To Eat | Then It Hit Me | KOREA | RATS | Book End | Easy Pickings | Whale Fall | Vaults Of Wisdom | Stupid Old People | Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |
Finding a way down
Twisting and turning
Orient crucial at every turn
Wait for the water to still
A mirrored pool
Thoughts already had,
A breath already taken.
The dissociation begins.
Pieces falling out of place
A calm mind essential.
No mind present
Left now right, up down, now and never.
The broken string
Dissonant promise of love.
All is lost, and never was
The ill father c...
Monday 30th December 2019 10:02 am
Also by nightflower:Come. Let's swim. | Untitled - 2 | Untitled. | Poet by nature, not by practice. |
You could let
A lot of things
If you wanted to
Breaking your sleep
Of cold mornings
Passing you by
Taking you in
Asking too much
Or too little
Where things ought
The traffic and
The freeze an...
Monday 30th December 2019 8:21 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:Shopping | The Aunty Phoenix |
You call me selfish for trying to take what is mine, and mine only, and do with it as I wish
Your claim and the belief behind it, is even more so
And, though you may not realize, all you are doing is prioritizing your pain over mine
You pacify your fear of heartache with my suffering
So tell me true, if you were in my shoes - if you overlooked your own feelings to e...
Monday 30th December 2019 1:59 am
Also by In Her Head:Truthful Lie | Garden Greed | What Sits Behind Blue Eyes |
This abusive relationship
Was never supposed to take a life
When it's all you think you deserve
A death wish can seemed like love
I believe you that no one understands
Societies can never true love
The road was traveled just abandoned
By the fuckers that gave it a promise
Leaving wasn't an option
We're all looking for a home with a nameless face
The person that loves us the most is ...
Monday 30th December 2019 12:14 am
Also by Damon Blackery:I Was Never a Enough | Giant | (untitled) |
I wish I could rewind to before
When things seemed much easier
Somewhat childlike and innocent
Tinged with a longing for something more
Your way with words
Had me falling in love
While I was busy falling too deep
You kept me at arms length, too afraid to try
I want you to come home to me
Nestle in between warm blankets
With the windows wide open...
Sunday 29th December 2019 7:59 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:The Greenhouse | Ghosts Passing in the Night | The Marks | Storm in a Teacup | Suffer | Do Not Disturb | Limbo | Ascend |
Inspired by this time space we currently find ourselves in....
The land of betwixt and between
What is unseen
Next year hints
Sunday 29th December 2019 4:53 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Christmas Angels | Mistletoe Mistakes | The gift of words | Out of body | Solstice state of mind | Christmas game of cat & mouse | I-solation |
STOP the world I want to get off
with you, in a space
neither left nor right, east or west.
It's time to feel the reaction to all our action,
feel the recoil of our scattergun shot.
And feeling undeserving of sleep
we yearn the stronger to dream.
And in this dream space, and thanking God
we are here to help one another,
in this wood, blundering through the trees,
forced this way b...
Sunday 29th December 2019 4:04 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Rising Waters | The Pledge | A Sonnet Of Sorts | Along English Lines | Let's All Dye Our Hair Grey | On Being Asked | Neighbour To A Mirror | Dressed In Easy Colours |
I need you to be
This for me
I know it’s not
Who you are
But it’s a start
And I’ll be
We’ll trade places
Telling each other
Sunday 29th December 2019 2:26 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:life- the movie | you're such a nurse | last year | Strangers | Rhyme Scheming | Security | At happiness headquarters |
A NIGHT OF REFLECTION.
Some is for healing other times learning or growth
Each time different but the same a soul level oath
There's no words to explain although life lessons were had
Each one a revelation some happy some sad
And as I move forward l left my painful memories in the wake
Because my heart rises with more love and less hate
This levels only reached through n...
Sunday 29th December 2019 2:17 am
Sunday 29th December 2019 12:49 am
Also by A Peterson:The Whole | God | Plight of the Feather | Band of Brothers | The Universe | Window | The Mask | Addiction | Finding yourself | Under the Big Top |
A job loss
Like someone died
Saturday 28th December 2019 11:39 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:A Child | Blank Page | Poetic Highs | Candle |
Coffee white treetops
at elevated heights.
Road awash with ski shoes
and Polaroid eyes,
to view a summit
adorned by a solar mood.
Saturday 28th December 2019 11:33 pm
Also by David Addington:DIY SHAMAN | BRITAIN SINCE THE NOUGHTIES | How to survive the apocalypse | It’s Rock Jim, but not as we know it | Birds play war |
They’ve gone of course the heroes gone.
Passed on through war or just woebegone, I
one time heard it said. Our military a history -
Charging Light Brigades of fearless men they’d
try to have it said – dressed in all the colours
of our chequered vanity at various parts of the
globe – job to some – and traditions of the family
to others – or needed tasks in challenged times, so...
Saturday 28th December 2019 8:13 pm
Also by Philipos:SEASONAL VEGETABLES | BOXES | (untitled) | (untitled) | EATS | CHIMES | (untitled) | PET RECALLS | ON-LINE DATING | TECHNOS | BULKHEADS | ROSES | SKIES | EVEN SONG | SCENTS |
I had cause to question if I was suited to a “posh” university like Durham as soon as I landed there.
It was Freshers’ Week and there were any number of events planned to welcome us. One was a meet-‘n’-greet for our hall corridor. But let me say from the off that Durham, viewing itself as Britain’s third best university, didn’t have halls of residence but pretentiously aped Oxford and Cambri...
Saturday 28th December 2019 5:23 pm
Also by John Coopey:AWAITING A LEADER (A CHRISTMAS CAROL) | LE PERE FOUETTARD | THE BODY | "BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE" | HE'LL HAVE TO GO | "ALL LIES AND JEST" | COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES | THE MORE THAT IT CHANGES |
Refuges looking everywhere
for shelter, peace
and a morsel to eat
are driven away from all shores.
The sea-water has swept away
many hopes for life.
As ruthless currents overturn their boat
their bodies swarm the seashore
where vultures and death-eaters sit expectant.
They are thankful
to the inventors of war.
Today humanity has been crowned
while many dreams h...
Saturday 28th December 2019 3:16 pm
When I was young I loved a man
Who loved me as no other had
Alas, he had to set me free
For at the time it could not be
I knew we had to part our ways
Yet in our hearts an ember stayed
Now and then it did ignite
A flame of memories, a guiding light
A beacon not to be ignored
Ever drawing us toward
The time again when we could be
Together in simplicity.
Here that time, at last, has co...
Saturday 28th December 2019 12:17 pm
Mordechai in Slogger, 1974
rooting through books in a box outside
‘Barney’s Remainders’ in Bermondsey,
Rambling Boy was marked at one and sixpence.
‘one and six? Barney won’t miss it.’
stuffing the book in my jacket pocket,
I nicked it.
I read it avidly,
losing myself in Mordechai Sweeney’s
tragi-comic world of whimsy
where everyone sang,
Saturday 28th December 2019 11:27 am
Also by Rick:Silent Night [a seasonal pome] | the good old days? |
An uprooted tree lies ebbing in the street.
The one who pledged everyone with a refuge
is herself in exigent need.
People come, see the fallen one.
Not a soul seems to be concerned.
Zero, zilch, nada, none.
They don't remember
those cloistered, sizzling infernos of June
those solitary, shivering nights of witchy new moons
sodden, sultry volleys of pouring monsoons
when they, l...
Friday 27th December 2019 10:04 pm
Also by Chandra S.:Laissez-faire |
After been away for a few days over Christmas, have come back to discovethree new poems of mine have appeared in three different journals.
"Exit Wounds" has appeared on Panoply
"Christmas from Winter to Spring" has appeared on Cajun Mutt Press https://cajunmuttpress.wordpress.com/2019/12/25/c...
Friday 27th December 2019 8:12 pm
Soon self-driving cars will be the norm
And we will long for the days behind
Because we are unable to just go for a ride
Without a destination in mind
Friday 27th December 2019 7:12 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:I Need a Raise | Looking Good | Perfect Strike |
Thursday,26th December 2019
Not the wish alone
something more has to be done
yesterday has gone
today only something has to be done
if it was the world of dreamers
many areas may usher
where there won't be any reality
but only frustration and desirability
who will take the responsibility?
and restore the credibility
it has ...
Friday 27th December 2019 4:47 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Imagery world | Poetry is an art | Nature is our savior | Trade & territory | Find the heaven |
We want so much for snow to fall
But through it all, nature predominates
Many signs though of festive proof
even though no snow appears on roof
Berries protuberant, and holly too
Ice forming amidst the water blue
of lake or pond and a stream or two
As the signs of winter transpire and ensue
Carpets of golden leaves still show
But alas no emergence of sleet or s...
Friday 27th December 2019 2:24 pm
Also by Rick Varden:At Christmas time with bells on | We Can’t Breath | 2051 A Space Oddity | Drive of my Life |
Can we really see all that is before us,
or just a blurry image of possible lies?
Can we feel what we want?
or is our judgment too unclear?
Can we taste, hear, sense what is right there,
or is the devil's mark obscuring our view?
We allow others to hide our sight slightly
Not seeing what we want,
but what the world wants us to assume
Can we rid our self of these blind folds?
Can we as hu...
Friday 27th December 2019 7:03 am
Also by Dominique Lucas:The Voices | My Red Chrysanthemum | Let me in | Dying Hope | No Escape | Lost Dreams | One Way Mirror | Released | New Spectrum |
A barbaric tradition soaked in blood.
As foxes flee for life in forest and wood.
Around lenient laws hunters find a way.
To get their cruel kicks on Boxing Day.
'Trail' and fox hunting are just the same.
They are illegal hunts, in all but name.
Why the Terrier Men, if no intent to kill?
Saddled Redmen, destroying life at will.
Unenforced Laws broken, blatant to see.
A blind eye turned by ...
Thursday 26th December 2019 9:49 pm
Deep in the heart of the forest
He lingers a moment to rest
He knows well his destination
Two hours meander his estimation
Finding the oldest tree of all, he hesitates
Sat, leant against the trunk he meditates
High within the mountain peaks
Within himself answers he seeks
All the world below somewhere
Quietly he finds his spot up there
Sheltered by cairn, thought...
Thursday 26th December 2019 8:17 pm
The river is mostly white
Clouds of ice drifting
Left to right
The sky is pure blue
River and sky
Have switched places
Where does the river go
At unhurried pace
Whilst the island and
I are standing still?
The river will always be
I will disappear (so will you, reader)
River and I
Have switched places
Thursday 26th December 2019 3:02 pm
Also by Jeannot:Self discovery | The dead of life | Winter in Florida |
INSIDE A CHRISTMAS CARD
Inside a Christmas card
From prisoners afraid,
In a factory in China
Where nothing much is paid,
A handwritten message
From poor souls enslaved,
In oppressive conditions
Where festive things are made.
Telł somebody beg the authors
The truth about this trade,
That those who make big money
Our wretched lives degrade
So in this season of goodwill
When joy sho...
Thursday 26th December 2019 1:24 pm