Poetry Blogs (Oct 2019)
Officer to squad sergeant - 'Ah Sgt Brown - have
just received a telegramme concerning recruit Smith's
mother who has recently passed away - please tell
the chap to take 2 weeks compassionate leave.'
'SIRRRRRRRR - SQUAD - SQUAD - SHUN - Smith
TAKE A FORTNIGHT'S COMPASSIONATE LEAVE
YER FATHER'S JUST KICKED THE BUCKET
- NOW DOUBLE AWAY SMARTLY - EFT -
- ITE - EFFFT - AND SW...
Thursday 31st October 2019 9:34 pm
Also by Philipos:GUILDFORD BY DAY | (untitled) | ROO PLUS TWO | BREWING UP | MIST | ALL ABOUT NOW | THE NUT HATCH | THE NUT HATCH | COMINGS AND GOINGS | BOGGLE EYED | FROM THE BOOK OF CHAUVIN | INNER SELVES |
what happens when you find your slow dancing in the kitchen type love
your surprises after work type love
your electricity when your skin touches type love
your best version of yourselves love
your love in every kiss love
your my family type love
your perfectly imperfect love
your ups and downs love
and they leave?
what happens then
Thursday 31st October 2019 8:13 pm
Also by marlie:our love | pain | marlie |
there's no one here but me, bottles all around, the music's faded it's a melancholy sound
party streamers on the floor, the room drenched in drugs and sadness
it's hazy and in reality, you aren't glad this...
at first, it all seemed fun and you were happy at the time
now they're disappointed, now you want more, now you're back down the mountain you took so long to clim...
Thursday 31st October 2019 3:58 pm
Also by Adalyn Winn:fried | What it does | fix me | dazed | goodbyes | Drunk | outcast |
These open wounds.
For all to see.
Running deep down.
They break this precious crown.
I look to you.
Can we find a new path?
Some direction away from here.
Anywhere to lose this fear
Peace in our time ...?
Sunrises in the promised land.
Are what my dreams are filled with.
A light that reveals who we are.
Let’s go now .... it’s very far.
Please run and don’t look back.
No time fo...
Thursday 31st October 2019 1:51 pm
Also by Robert holyland:Looking at stars | Shouldn't be easy..... | Blackness | Barriers | Realisation | Everybody died 2050 | Not meant to be ? | Redemption | In a City. | Seventeen steps | Goodbyes. | Disease pleas |
Many visit the graveyard
What about the craveyard?
Filled with creative cravings
That were denied
Then turned to stone
Each one engraved
With what might
Thursday 31st October 2019 1:34 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Nonsense | Developments | Writing Moment | The Vaper | November Horoscope | Scorpio season | Robotic | Drunken Monk | Winter knows | Cold calling | Dumb and dumber | Do it anyway | Astral Travelling | Horses For Courses | Blank Canvas | First Impressions | 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 |
When you say
you don't know
what to say
just to delay
in the parting
of our ways
it's over when
left to say.
Thursday 31st October 2019 11:45 am
Also by d.knape:Uluru | May Cause Drowsiness | I Rest My Case | Forgotten Child | Birthday Cards | Body Shaming | Paying The Piper | Men Don't Read Instructions | Do Not Go Gentle If You Dislike | Hard Saddle, Hard Life | Unassisted Living | Mexico Moon | Homemade Cards | 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 |
The visit to the past
I took the bus to the village
Only it didn’t stop there anymore, and no buses were going that way.
The only road to my house was a track.
For tractors and mules.
In my absence wartime was hard
but I met a man who for money could
drive to the village for a few Euros.
My old dog sat outside it took some
moments before it recognized me
it was glad ...
Thursday 31st October 2019 10:53 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:new beginning | the great grief | failed | assymatrical war | the foreign bird | the bloddy brexit | the war | unwanted guests | consensus | 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 |
(apologies to the similar-sounding John Hegley piece also titled "I need you")
I need you
Like Dracula needs a neck to suck
Like Hannibal lector needs victims to cook
Like Jason needs the 13th day
Like Micheal Myers needs teens to slay
I need you
like werewolves need a moon to howl
I want to be kept "rock hard"
forever in your medusa scowl
I need you
Like Vincent Price needs bats ...
Thursday 31st October 2019 10:31 am
The calendar on the wall howls October 31st
Darkness is falling and my journey home awaits
In my dingy dreary office a black cat hisses and snarls
The moon is full and I am ready to meet my fate
I stumble with a haunted look into the eerie night
The streets are teaming with ghosts and ghouls
Around every corner lurks a grotesque gruesome sight
Foaming at the mouth a rabid dog ...
Thursday 31st October 2019 9:52 am
Also by Tom Doolan:La Passion | Mind + Body + Soul | Astounding Autumn |
Amidst the small talk and the breezy one-liners
I recognised you.
The distractions of a social gathering not enough to veil what was familiar.
I saw - not your face, not your thoughts,
but that invisible part inside that gave you shape.
An inner kernel that was colourless - yet made you bright.
Some might call it a soul,
but I'm not one to label.
Still, the recognition made me nervous.
Thursday 31st October 2019 9:46 am
Also by Kate G:Postcards | Beyond the horizon | One of those days |
Calm your thoughts
Remember to breathe.
The faster you go
The more frustrating is is
When you lose momentum
Don't lose focus
Don't fight the current
Flow with it
Bend with it
Thursday 31st October 2019 9:39 am
Also by Eric Berard:Okay, here's some anxious thoughts in free verse | Untiedled? (untitled) hahaha | No titles from me, like ever hahaha | Untitled |
I wonder if you can help me?
I have mislaid my train of thought
My mind wandered off without it
Now it’s lost without support
It arrived this morning brightly
At some ungodly hour
Then with some cheek, played hide and seek
‘til I stepped into the shower
I did my best to grasp it then
That was, of course, my hope
Yet my efforts yielded nothing
But fresh air and listless soap
I hunted for it in the study
Thursday 31st October 2019 7:16 am
Consistency and Doors
Should my versing rhymes
Consistent always be
Verse construct the same each time
Trochee start e.g ?
Will mixing round iambs, trochees
Cause readers go amuck
And throw hands up frustrated
Exclaiming “What the fuck!” ?
Don you've just gone disobeyed
What you've said before
The eff word you would never use
Get out, go, there's ...
Thursday 31st October 2019 6:13 am
Also by Don Matthews:Ruined, But We're Still Around | Sir Les Patterson on Joan Collins | Above the Parapet | The Little Rhymer | Don't Let Thoughts Go (Poof!) Fly 'Way | Floating On A Raft | Bait | Poetic Cud | My Second Adventure Into New-Age Poetry | I am a SORTA Poet | Why Is He Posting So Early? | A Bold Red | Intention | I Miss My Corner Grocery Shop | 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 |
Don't let yesterday
Don't put off things till later
that are best done now.
Circle yourself with those
that bring out the best in you.
By Lynn Hahn
Thursday 31st October 2019 12:18 am
Also by lynn hahn:FLATULENCE |
That long-held sax note- divine
Makes my soul jus drift away
The smoke, the booze, the horse,
The girls. Sum o'them, thin agen.
Man, the flash of the crack o'th drum
The thumpity, thumpity, thump.
He jus stand there in a haze
John's soprano sax, Miles' trumpet
Blowin the blues. All the way To Missisip
All the way to me cryin in a ditch.
Those weary, weary blues. No ...
Wednesday 30th October 2019 11:13 pm
Also by John E Marks:Censorship is to art as lynching is to justice. | The eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month | BEGGARS | Bait | As blue as robins' eggs | ....early onset | FIRST SNOW | Another day | The speech of angels | In defence of free speech | HAIKUESQUE ON WOL | Mind the gap: Work-in-progress | Arriving where we started | THE DIMMING OF THE DAY | Late October | Enmeshed | Janissary | Mem û Zîn: brothers-in-arms | Fire fly | In the silence of the Kurds | Translating the rain | Season of mists | Yezedi - 2014-2019 | What have you done? | Slash and Burn - extinction rebellion | David | Love in a police state | Whining poetry | Fossil sonnet | Tuesday 4th August 1914 | A turbulence of dalliance |
She would have waited
though some didn't,
on a street corner
she would have been there
waiting in a rooftop restaurant,
or by a tall oak streaked with light,
on a station concourse
I would have found her
I tell myself,
I tell myself she may be waiting still.
Wednesday 30th October 2019 8:35 pm
Also by ray pool:ROYAL VISIT | JACKO | LOOK I'M ONLY HUMAN | ROUNDELAY | A SOOTHSAYER PREDICTS BALL GAMES | MASOCHIST | FOR A DEAD PET | TOWER RAVEN | IN MARYLAND | THE DEATH OF WORDS | HOMILLY |
Amelia lived in Sabden and was a witch,
In school she was unpopular and was called a bitch.
This troubled her very much,
Her class mates were cruel and out of touch.
But belonging to a witch family was not so bad,
Her mum was a witch and so was her dad.
Her dad would drive safely in the back seat,
Her mum while at work could make her house neat.
There was always m...
Wednesday 30th October 2019 7:41 pm
Also by hugh:Cute newt | Be careful what you might meet! | A random act of kindness in Manchester | A call from the dead | The clocks go back on Sunday | A wife's concern | Losing his load | One good turn deserves another | Once upon a time there were three nuns | Honest house sale and maybe hope for a community. | House purchase a risky step | 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 |
Even if your life
is not the one you’d choose
try at least
as best you can
not to demean it
by courting the world
moves and chat;
and try not
to cheapen it
by dragging it
here and there
and keeping nothing back
in the daily
of news and views
with those you think
have made it
Wednesday 30th October 2019 6:59 pm
A black ocean falls upon me
I am consumed by the waves
Deeper I drown
The cold sends shocks through my body
A cattle prod for every inch of flesh
The pressure grows
Crushing my bones
The weight of 1000 suns reduces me to ash
I am nothing
Wednesday 30th October 2019 6:29 pm
Also by David Karban:Joyous Haustblot | A Poem About Hatred | Scars | Anarcho-Haiku | Cleveland Cold | 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 | Capricorn |
They seem so nice and friendly,
So funny and chaotic,
But when the red mist takes them
They quickly turn psychotic,
They rip each others eyes out,
They claw and catch and bite,
When monkeys go bananas
It's not a pleasant sight.
They pull disgusting faces,
Displaying all their teeth,
Then jump down from the treetops
And trample tho...
Wednesday 30th October 2019 5:34 pm
Also by branwell kent:In A Bedsit | Wanda And Rhonda | If I Were | A Love Poem | Oh Happy Days | Another Daydream | Madam, My Card |
Alexandra shifted her weight
in time to the point
that she was making.
She sometime stood erect-
she was always
making a point.
Even with a potato peeler
there was an air
she would mix it
in with the mash.
Her threats had the promise
of unwanted mail.
Of brown envelopes.
The sort that fall when
Wednesday 30th October 2019 5:11 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Ki pressed again | Ki |
Solid defence line
columns fall into place
Thrusting forward charge
battle torn enemy scatters
Captured brutally discarded
crushed piled up high
While removing hundreds
mass reinforcements swiftly arrive.
Wednesday 30th October 2019 2:54 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:The Halloween Party | The Betting Slip | Nothing is what it seems | Halfway There |
How will you ever know if you don’t try?
Let the chance slip through your fingers
Nothing to lose everything to gain
Still you hesitate and linger
A journey starts with the very first step
You’re anchored to the ground.
What is it that you fear?
The horizon’s very near
The hurdles you can leap
The hillside’s not so steep
Nothing to lose the toss of a coin
Wednesday 30th October 2019 2:52 pm
I am sitting, you are sitting, we are sitting staring at each other,
Never blinking once, waiting for response, we're eye to eye,
Patent leather watchstrap, holds a clock to tell the time,
Though you'd never know it 'cos we'd never show it, neither of us even knows if the sun's gone down,
I look contented,
You're well presented,
But we are falling,
Wednesday 30th October 2019 1:06 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Strong Enough? | A Revelation | Anything Less Wouldn't Do | Bound (long form Haiku) | The Lionsheart | Start With An Apology | Mondays Demon | A Dark Seed | Hallows Harbinger | Broken |
We adapt our daily lives to habit,
The line of least resistance for minimum stress:
Sometimes, with a goal and a plan
But often not.
Perhaps one we don't believe in anymore
Or we don't actually remember.
Big goals get fractured into little goals
Day in and day out – gazillions!
Always others to be considered besides ME!
Wednesday 30th October 2019 11:58 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Thought Shot | Conversation in Shades of Blue | Portrait of the Moon | Where Do Birds Go When They Die? | An Irish Prayer (author unknown) |
Alchemy of the soul
Cauldron of change
Collapse of self
Dawn of belief
Hint of bliss
Life, once lame,
Wednesday 30th October 2019 11:06 am
Also by Past Participle:Unannounced Joy | SADDness - A Villanelle |
I never feel anything in this world
Suicidal mused of how over whale I am
So take this meat suit off
Tell me how crumbly I am
Maybe then she would have stayed
Just cute without the e so just to mention it
Fuck E he told me he was a straight G
But that was a Lego without the L
When he couldn't keep his word
This is a reminder how his best friend
Wants to fuck every girl he gets wit...
Wednesday 30th October 2019 6:00 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Alcoholic | Depression | Everything | Miss Castle |
I still think of you when I yearn for love
Your youthful smile and your glistening, droopy eyes flashes throughout my mind when I crave for love...
I'm not exactly sure why I never gave you a chance, when you made my heart dance like leaves in the wind
You're my ideal love but not ideal man, I guess I'm in love with the thought of you and not with you
Although, anytime I think of love...
Wednesday 30th October 2019 4:13 am
Thank you for
of pushing me away.
For helping me see
the price of loving you
is too high to pay.
For saving me
a life of heartbreak,
torment, and dismay.
For all the things
you wanted to,
but didn’t say.
as I go
my own way.
I hope to repay
# # #
Wednesday 30th October 2019 3:12 am
Also by Vautaw:Destiny Bound | My Pied Piper | Willpower and Discipline | Abandoned | Betrayed | Moments |
It's hard to imagine what it must have been like in there, in darkness with the stench of faeces and urine and death filling the oxygen depleted space, and the panic and despair from husbands and fathers, brothers, sisters, lovers.
Yet despite the sadness and anger we all felt, and the compassion we feel now for the families back home, who can honestly say that as tragic as it was they did...
Tuesday 29th October 2019 11:07 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:WILL WE BE DUP'ED? | The Train Not Standing at Platform One..... | Out to Lunch | Death of a Drummer | I Love Her |
A simple enough concept and one the impenetrable Mrs C uses with my complete support as an aid to purchasing.
So here’s how it works.
The lovely Mrs C (she might read this) stalks the rails of Age Concern or Scope or somesuch and holds up a garment for me to look at as though my thoughts are the slightest bit relevant.
“How much?” I occasionally ask.
“£6” she might reply.
“Will you ...
Tuesday 29th October 2019 8:15 pm
Also by John Coopey:WETHERSPOON'S | MAKING PLANS FOR NIGEL | REMOANERS | POETRY SLAM | I DREAMT YOU WERE LITTLE AGAIN | I LOOKED A TWAT | 4 * 100 metres | GRETA | SQUEEZING THIGHS | GREAT SHITS I HAVE HAD - CHAPTER ONE | MOVING UP THE QUEUE | ADULTS ONLY |
For the Better
On my study wall hangs a portrait
of a man, his son and a family of refugees
Walking with their meagre possessions
Syrains in a foreign land; a people in despair
They are displaced souls the victims of civil war
this family is one of millions throughout the world
crossing borders, leaving family and friends behind
Can any good come from such a trage...
Tuesday 29th October 2019 7:34 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Collage of Autumn | A Reason | One of Many | You´re Living in the Past | Nan´s Kitchen | Loathing | Bigger and Better Bombs | In Love | No Frontiers | History in Denial |
You say you hate to fall asleep on the phone.
It doesn’t give you “closure”
I'm starting to know what you mean when this,
this feels like falling asleep on the phone.
Like when I think about you there’s still a poem.
And I want so desperately to not need you but
sometimes I want to draw you into my notebook.
This feels like openness in its worse sense.
Tuesday 29th October 2019 5:51 pm
Humanity has three partners in "L"
Which it foolishly tries to boss,
When the trick is to treat each wisely and well:
Living - and Loving - and Loss.
Tuesday 29th October 2019 2:19 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WHY? - A BIG QUESTION FROM A SMALL ISLAND | IT CAN BE RIGHT IF YOU'RE LEFT | TRAVEL PLANS - ALSO RANS? | LOVE SLIP-SLIDIN' AWAY = theme for a song lyric | POOR OLD LONDON | IF YOU MUST | MIND THE GENERATION GAP | VISION | NATIONAL POETRY DAY | NO OTHER WAY |
The Controlled Demolition of the Handshake: A Brief Historical and Esoteric Essay on the Extinction of Trust Through Ancient Psychological Warfare Regarding the Ritual of Peace Commonly Referred to as The Handshake
The dying art of the Handshake has almost lost itself entirely to theatrics and the common person has lost a part of themselves along with it The significance of the Handshake i...
Tuesday 29th October 2019 2:13 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Psyop Blues | Little Bambie Snowdon Wants To Come Home But The Porridge Is Still Too Hot | I was Spiritually Molested On POF and It Made Me Think Of Proverbs 6:28 | Gnostic Transcryptions | Unconditional Love Will Kill Us All | Rev0luti0n |
Sitting here, a nice cool beer
Sound of voices, many choices
Condiments laid out, salt and pepper
mayo, salad cream, taste seems better
Crazy size menu, fish, meat, curries and pies
Vegetarian, vegan and special diets
They’ll boil, braze, poach or fry it
If you want sides, they vary far and wide
Salads, chips, wedges and fries
A fish section, seafood, steaks and pizza’s...
Tuesday 29th October 2019 10:08 am
Also by Fred 'Rick' Varden:The Deepest Cut | Ode to a Toad |
Dismantle again at the shore.
All the ruins and misogyny in your bones.
Tantrums come in waves in incomprehensible detailed notions; fragmenting for the selfless beauty.
Your agony embraces these hours.
The antiquity of soul lost in clocks drowns the withered…
Your body splashing over cold stones.
Fluorescent fish within depth dancing. Frantic to live...
Take the div...
Tuesday 29th October 2019 6:31 am
a Living Sacred Key
We search for a joyful light
and avoid the dark of night
that enables us to really see
light and dark are both the key
to having balance in this life
with joy, pain, love and strife.
Let us stop looking out there
when the answer lives here
within without and all about
the light and dark is me.
Breathe deep and know
I am a living sacred key.
Tuesday 29th October 2019 5:12 am
Also by Fred Nicholson:Talking out loud. | imagine | Back yard buns | baggage carriers. | Sense | What's in it for me? | Spirit BackPack | the Visitor | "Hey Woman" | Crunches | You hear me? | Some times | Treasure Hunt | Color Matters | make believe love |
Cheeky combination of a master with words
With a witty woman where intellect wonders
To succumb desire of succulent thunders
Yet maintaining hostage of sheltered hoods in herds
Chase away the demons, to find lovely housing
For a heart in warming and hands hardly roaming
But the inner man-child is hiding his foaming
As her beauty stuns him and her smile is rousing
Dare to say, connectio...
Tuesday 29th October 2019 12:35 am
The words I love you
It is hard to define when used commonly through habit or expressional politeness
Even politeness sincerity
To me it feels different even purer sincerity
A gentle kiss on my soul
To access my soul
You hold a key..with this
You hold the hammer to break the glass
To take the emergency supply
The trickery of the overused three words
Monday 28th October 2019 4:44 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:Praiseworthy Anthony |
don't wanna hear
what we say
does it matter
don't know how
we got here
caught up in
like this we
Monday 28th October 2019 4:05 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:PAPER DOLL | PAPER DOLL | WATERSPOUT | GOODBYE SON |
-->In the past
Martin Luther King Jr
Were waging a fight
For the observance of
Their likes' right,
Also like Frederik Engels
There were some
Who were struggling
On the side of
The oppressed mass.
The likes of Che Guevara
Ho Chi Minh ,Castro
Proved freedom fighters
Monday 28th October 2019 3:02 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Resilient Ethiopia | Poli(trik)ians |
A woman at the bus stop wears a candy striped skirt.
It billows around her a la Marilyn Munroe
and puts me in mind of pink candy floss and a fun fair.
Soft, silver silhouettes sway gently against the whiskery wood.
Sharp railing spikes look ready to pierce any shadows with their fierce arrow heads.
And then they are gone behind a cloud.
Ginger, lime and gold lollipops hang from th...
Monday 28th October 2019 6:16 am
Also by Jill Ashforth:Autumn Smokers |
Who needs stars when we have our own?
Has anyone ever realized we're shining back?
Monday 28th October 2019 1:52 am
Also by Masen:"Love" | Why Men Love Sex | Corrupted |
Raking autumn leaves
the color of sea stars
mottled on moist ground
I watch them fall
spinning slowly through blue sky
as if the breeze was a tide
ebbing and rising
the rake feels like a paintbrush
muddied by mixing
into a fall palette
a still life with fruit
pears and apples still unblemished
on branch attached...
Monday 28th October 2019 12:26 am
Also by Adam Rabinowitz:Tired | The Sound of Dreams | The Visit | Small Change | Fall |
A man said to me
You might be
At how I look
You might think
You might think
Is not the way
That it is
Yet he seemed
In his own
With his hair clip
And his bandana
Sunday 27th October 2019 11:53 pm
NIGHTS AND DAYS
Nights no longer spent together,
no more dusk to dawn events which
drew us down, hand in hand, to and
then along the promenades of sleep,
start to end, we alone, outside unseen;
no motor movements (I saw none),
save two hearts each gently experimenting,
pressing, caresssing two firm pulses
slow-waltzing together in perfect time
and pirouetting as their...
Sunday 27th October 2019 6:28 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:RIVERTRIP |
He was always wishful thinking
Stymied only by his drinking
Oh the thoughts his mind did throttle
To be washed away by that next bottle
If only he could see the truth
Not hide behind one hundred proof
Let those thoughts be free and clear
Instead of drowning them with beer
A mind so brilliant and so pure
Yet serenity for him, obscure
Those wishful thoughts, they cause ...
Sunday 27th October 2019 2:37 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:He Plays Guitar | Leaves | I Fell Today | TRUTH |
Pow ! Pow ! Pow !
I fought my way out of a paper bag
Pow ! Pow ! Pow !
With the strength of thought I never had
Pow ! Pow ! Pow !
Depression has also took the hit
Pow ! Pow ! Pow !
Never thought I'd get rid of it
Pow ! Pow ! Pow !
I fight my way through the day
Pow ! Pow ! Pow !
With a smile and a winning way
Pow ! Pow ! Pow !
Not a single punch or blow...
Sunday 27th October 2019 12:29 pm
Also by Philip Stevens:Monday Morning sigh | The domestic critique' | The Jug | Staying in | Shouting ! |
early morning, drunk again,
at a café-bar high-window
I watched Holly stumble from the door
of the local ‘ice-dream’ parlour,
sallow skin, sunken dark-rimmed eyes –
jagged cheek bones, unkempt hair,
ragged, staggering – far past caring
this, not the Holly I remember -
not the high-wire ballerina
who waltzed life as carefree,
as I’d danced too, some years a...
Sunday 27th October 2019 11:15 am
Also by Rick:Newcastle, Ice Cream, Coffee, Culture and Katie | Miller's Dale (after Adelstrop) | Five Walls at the Hatton with Kate (significantly revised) |