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 | A grain of sand | 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) |
The night draws near upon me
In the shallowness of my breath
I wade the deepest water
Towards my finale rest
The sun does shine above me, but;
no shadow do I cast,
for now I am the spectre
That in death will never rest
Sunday 27th October 2019 10:04 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:coffee | litany | barrage | hues | crucible | sun and moon | incessant |
Shaking with hands on wheel, white knuckle
Buckling under, finally feel like giving in
Manic mistakes repeated, sanity retreating suddenly
The fluttering of my heart is familiar by now
Biting lemon faced sour, eyes showering tears
Trying to avoid my own face, beware all mirrors
Another night of caffeine, capped with handful of pills
The sink water spills down beard, I'm lost, but close
Sunday 27th October 2019 4:45 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:Burn white sage in every corner | Corduroy | Acirema Tales | Sleeping in the rain |
In saddened eyes,
The fellow walks,
In-between water and sunshine.
A billowing shadowed figure,
Hustling to the day-break,
In crinkled pajamas.
A pyramid of legacy,
The plaintiffs holding judgment,
But there is no wall that cannot be broken,
No hurdle without the steps,
The hand of a poker player…
Born without hands,
Deal me anot...
Sunday 27th October 2019 2:53 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Creaking chairs and crunching leaves | Criss cross patches | Is it real? |
I cant believe this happened again, how did this happen again
You were so good to me but all of a sudden you just freely left
Was it hard for you to leave, to leave me in the dark
Damn, im still in shock that you just put your car in park.
I know your friend committed suicide, but thats not why u left
You just flat out didn't want me and used that as an excuse, excuse or not
Sunday 27th October 2019 2:32 am
Also by Stacy Eskin:Broken promises | Thank You | Let go | Lost |
whom we greatly trust is in heaven,
respected be thy name,
as we should respect
the names of other gods.
Do not tarry long in coming
as thy will is not being done on earth,
though hopefully in heaven.
Give everyone their daily bread
and forgive us our many sins
only if we sincerely repent
and do not repeat them.
Help us to avoid the evil temptation...
Saturday 26th October 2019 7:53 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Sea Changes |
How they have fallen,
Pressing the jostling grass
Obliterating it from sight.
Their browns and yellows brighter
Than the grey above.
Achieving a moment of glory,
In death a dominance.
Looking up to freed branches
Framing veiled light,
Had they thought to fly,
Letting go their source of life?
How they have fallen!
Saturday 26th October 2019 5:25 pm
Also by afishamongmany:Party Time |
Some truths are hard to conceive
Beyond what I’m able to believe
The joy remembered as tears we cried
How is it 35 years since Ian Curtis died?
A man who once lived in Macclesfield, this poem was written in May 2015
Saturday 26th October 2019 8:24 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:The Old Straight Track | Eyes Open Wide |
I know all decorated lies,
And fashioned camouflage.
You are an ocean of lies
or an expertise of saleable emotions.
Its an ancient tale.
Every poet can feel.
Saturday 26th October 2019 7:43 am
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:The Mask | Don't Bargain | Pity |
In the apartment weed garden of Eden
A sun-Bleached Statute Of Shirdi Sai Baba
Abandoned by the immigrant Indian family he guided over the perilous ocean to aMerica.
I bondoed his wounds
And sprayed Fat Bollywood colors over his coat.
His skin tone I left to a true artist to paint.
Then I placed him on a pedestal
Saturday 26th October 2019 3:48 am
Also by Michael Triandafils:My Muse | Eulogy for an ex-CIA Agent | Two Desert Poems | Sharpei Skin | Dear Fundamentalist Friend | Song Production | Bottle | The Ballad of Pablos Juan | To The Subject of Every Photo Taken Before 1900 |
Oh the mesmerizing sand,
I so tried to be with you.
But you belong to the beach.
I also knew it,
yet I attempted,
and build the sand castle
Imagining it a true castle,
I desired many dreams,
And you stayed for few more moments.
Unless the wave,
that brought me back to reality,
what I was aware yet unaware.
And sand went back,
to the beaches,
where it belong.
I still hoped,
Saturday 26th October 2019 1:11 am
Other children taunted and teased, the playground at recess a sounding board for their righteous assumptions. I used to care very very very much, but one day, Alice approached me from behind to show me a rabbit hole she’d discovered in the soccer yard, tucked away in a corner beside a fence barring us from the outside world. I could see the Cheshire’s grin from deep within the darkness, also taunt...
Friday 25th October 2019 1:52 pm
Also by Emilia Callahan:Untitled (ghostwriter) | gobbledygook | Untitled (cold water) | Olive | Untitled (on the field) |
Sometimes when musicians finish
A piece that has gone well, they let out a
Combination sigh and laugh that
Expresses relief and pure joy.
It’s the same laugh you hear from
Women who have had a satisfying
Orgasm, enhanced by a slight tinge
Of guilt for being unduly blessed.
Of course, these laughs are never
Unwarranted. In both cases,
Substantial effort is required
To produce an even...
Friday 25th October 2019 12:44 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Dominatrix, Doyenne, Shaman | In Unironic Praise of Older Women |
Nobody knows the percentage
of the world population
heading for London where
the streets are paved with gold.
Those who have arrived
have condemned their own homes.
Along darkened alleyways now
they stoop and scrape for their gold.
Any avatar stood on Waterloo bridge
might admire the art of the sunset.
Old Man Thames will turn to blood
after passing through urban gold.
Friday 25th October 2019 12:19 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:With Or Without God | Bus Stop Buddha | Crow and I | Make The Blues News | These Islanders | In The Mansions Of Memory | The Millionth Existentialist Pome | Yours Sincerely | A Poem |
The thought that terrifies me the most, is that you might fade away.
I will take all the pain and heartache in the world, over not being able to remember all the key things.
Your laugh, your smile, your smell,
I can’t bare these things to ever leave my memory.
It angers me on days when I don’t think about you enough,
It worries me that I don’t always automatically cry.
Friday 25th October 2019 12:13 pm
Also by Ashleigh Davies:Celebrations | Problems | Your House | Memory Box | Funeral | Emotions | Chair |
Something is a foot
The Answer is right at hand
Eye haven't seen anything like it
It could be a hairy situation we kneed two finger out
we kneed two move forward a head
Be brave and stick out our necks
support the arches and eat at Mcdonalds
Some things are hard to swallow, like Adam's apple
There's nothing funny about my tennis elbow, but it is Humerus
Be hip but don't ...
Friday 25th October 2019 7:22 am
The butterfly effect is the idea that tiny things
have a non-linear impact on a complex entity
Imagine, in Brazil a butterfly flaps its wings
Creating a hurricane in a Mexican City
I lack the mental capacity and mathematical intellect
To grasp the finer points of the Butterfly Effect
But I do know this, when you walk in the room
My ticker goes shicka-licka, shacka-la...
Thursday 24th October 2019 3:54 am
Also by John McDonough:This Chemical Romance | Love Me Tinder Love Me Do ... Looking For Love In The Modern Age |
I wish you horses and castles, royalty and peace
But you’ll just move forward, into defeat
The pawns are the masters, and they are the slaves.. they
Allow the king and queen, on board to play
Without which the game, would not be the same
Without which, who, would take all the blame?
Working and striving, for a better life
Blood sweat and tears, and still we fight
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 5:40 pm
Also by Connie Walter:Time |
Let's be randy bad old dears
Then replay our younger years
Me in my chrome bath chair
I'm really sure that we dare
Make love to me cause I'm old and shocking
Feel free to peel off my elastic stockings
Take me over my zimmer frame
Don't forget viagra you're far too lame
Oil my wheels and bring me gin
Show me how to do a spin
Cover me in chocolate paint
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 2:48 pm
I stare at you across
the empty, scorched desert
that has appeared so gradually
and so imperceptibly between us.
The mirage that we were has evaporated,
been engulfed in desiccated emotions
now lingering in the vacant space,
hanging like a burning haze,
scorching our skin,
hung out to dry.
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 7:27 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Silent Poison | A wind blowing through a life | Nude descending a staircase |
The pressure pushes down
On the children
They respond by
Creating a future
We’ll never understand
And whether we help them
Or hurt them it’ll make no difference
As it won’t be a world
We’ll be welcome in
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 2:40 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Needless To Say | Me(me) | get away from the mess | The art of flim | #2 | Your cheatin’ heart | It stinks | warning: poetry spam | bathroom pass |
Opportunities to the left and right
Not a single talent or desire in sight
Sitting inside lettin out a sigh
Running out of time
What's the meaning of this life
Who was I meant to be?
Who do I yearn to be?
Not a single answer in my mind
Wednesday 23rd October 2019 1:57 am
Time when you convince yourself
that you are in a blissful ignorance
Only deepens the unconscious
The desire to be someone better
To be somewhere else
The mediocrity of a given situation
Leaves you in a bind
Where the only solitude
You can find is desolation
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 12:36 pm
Waking to see autumn's lustre
lit on my beech
rust leaves gilt glowing
red gold bathed by
a rising sun's first grasp
Turning to see gold amber cirrus
low light the east -
beneath a darker grey purple
that golden gleam of
So my sad grey purple dreams
their dark ghosts disconnect ...
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 11:54 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Autumn Rain | Dark Lullaby | The Sterling Castle, 1703 |
I don't drink much
Buy when I do
I find honesty is easy to do
I realize people
Don't think much of me
Because I've chosen
To live my life fiddle dee dee
I'm no achiever
I'm just rot on a log
And I'm okay
Cuz I'm happy mostly
But when I'm not
It's cuz the eyes have bored
Into my skin
Usually thick with stones
So what can I say
Right now my blood sat...
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 6:21 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:Self Discovery With What the Dolphins Lost - Reject Entry | Everything Will Be Alright | October |
Nasaktan ka kasi ganon ka niya pinasaya.Nasaktan ka kasi umaasa ka na babalikan kapa niya.Nasaktan ka kasi minahal mo siya nang subra.Na aalala mo paba nung sinabi mo na ako lang sapat na.Na aalala mo paba nung panahon na ako pang ang nang jan para pasayahin ka.Umaasa ako kasi akala ko na nang jan kapa.Pangalawang sakit nang puso ko ay yung napaka daming tao sa mundo hito parin ako naiiwang mag is...
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 3:37 am
I am myself in how I act and react yet...
I'm too cold
I'm too much
I'm too direct
I'm too aloof
I'm too needy
Which is it?
Whatever it may be, it's not important how you see me any more.
If I was important to you, you would take me whatever I may be.
I am just being myself
Tuesday 22nd October 2019 12:42 am
2am is haunting
It’s terrible and frightening and daunting
I lay here wondering, pleading, begging crying hoping and eventually ... defeating
Backwards and forwards about where our love is
It used to be so bright I could barley see anything else
It used to light up cities and sky’s
Now I’m desperately running my hand across the bare floorboards, sobbing and praying to find ...
Monday 21st October 2019 10:12 pm
Also by Charlotte Bergman:Gave enough |
When I join in you become serious.
Why aren’t you laughing anymore?
How can you see lust
in my eyes when it’s your clothes on the floor?
Dude youre delirious: it is just,
of your abyss and your obsession.
Why are those words suddenly dirty?
It’s not a joke coming from me?
Being polite is an open invite.
It’s a verbal contract;
by being flirty
Monday 21st October 2019 8:32 pm
I will begin by pointing out that this is not intended to be a partisan political statement, to offend or attack anyone in particular. I write and express what I feel and observe, as a simple citizen. I intend to declare my pain and astonishment seeing that my country is being systematically destroyed and its people humiliated and decimated. In the last 2 years nearly 4 million have emigrated, not...
Monday 21st October 2019 5:19 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:My tears | I felt like a woman | Only 10% |
The evening sun scorches the shade.
The trees, in their glade, are forced to choose;
Stand tall and brave - or turn to crave
the cool safety of the dusk.
Like soldiers from another age, they are proud and tall,
Defenders of nature with their all.
Their bark tells the story, of seasons full of change.
Frost. Ice. Mud. Heat. Few, then a lot... of peoples feet.
Sunday 20th October 2019 9:57 pm
and lazy days
Of azure blue
the beat of wings
and the flutter of a dream,
Take a breath
and remember this moment
To warm you in the coldest of days
Return to this moment
Again and again
Sunday 20th October 2019 6:30 pm
Should the barque of us go adrift
Let us berth to the harbor of us, my dear
Though the times and tides may shift
the miles marked together-a bridge to pier.
And if you’re too weary to climb ashore
I myself shall come and meet you at sea-
-be an island for you…Be a buoy for me!
Thus now and always and forevermore.
And if the flax ties that bind us come undone and loose
Sunday 20th October 2019 4:39 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Player |
The gray clouds moved in
All colours fainted away
Everything now black and white, no just black
I can’t breathe can’t think
Somehow can still grasp
The true meaning of misery
I can’t smell can’t feel
Somehow can still sense
The wind of despair
A man’s cold
Sunday 20th October 2019 3:49 pm
Also by Jeannot:Park bench contemplation | War and peace | Reaching out | Deconstruction | No replay | Simple song |
A special somebody
To illume your days
And embellish your life
In a myriad of ways.
In a throng universal
Someone chose YOU
To stand with, on summits
And in valleys too.
In times solitary
Never truly alone
For their heart synchronizes
The beat of your own.
With cosmic narcissism
Indeed, it is rare
To love and be loved:
What can compare?...
Sunday 20th October 2019 3:43 pm
Also by Chrystel Roberts:A Wilted Lily | Note to self | Stormy Weather | SCHADENFREUDE |
Each of us is born magician,
but we should know how to
use our magic wand-------- Sania Zakir
Sunday, October 20, 2019
Never under-estimate human brings
they are committed to bring
the miracles on the earth
for all of us to know the secrets and take easy breath
Human beings were never helpless
but kept t...
Sunday 20th October 2019 1:58 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Wedded to non-violence | Joy of life | Seek My Shelter | Passage of time | Free passage | With innocence | Make no secret | Make no secret | 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 |
There's testosterone in the air tonight
My teenage son is spoiling for a fight
He relentlessly practices with his fists
Goading me and poking me, he never quits
In socks or trainers he measures up
The endless tale of the old dog and the young pup
With youth and vigour, optimism and cheek
He probes my guard telling me I'm fat and weak
And when we struggle and grip
When my back aches and my...
Sunday 20th October 2019 10:15 am
Also by Peter Ridgway:Stiletto | The beast | Hide | Communication |
Born of the devil’s kiss, an aching in her soul
her skin not clear but exquisitely marked
For the devil liked her very much – did he
Showering her, blanketing her from head to toe with hot, desiring kisses
The kiss of life, the kiss of death
Leaving small, charcoal evidences behind wherever he touched
Like tiny bruises that went deeper than they appeared
for they looked...
Sunday 20th October 2019 12:57 am
i have a life, but im not living it
i feel like im passing right through it
there is no excitment
...no real happiness at least;
you know, like the kind of happiness that lasts for a few days, weeks, or even months
im lucky if i have a happy moment that lasts a few hours
it's never enough
i'm never enough.
Saturday 19th October 2019 10:15 pm
Also by yajaira:stuck... | byeeee |
Flower – say do these blemishes you taint?
Do they betray the canker's cold caress
and knell the sunset on your loveliness?
Does Mortality its crimson paint?
Whose bite corrupts your heart – chaste as a saint -
what snake with loathsome lips might you aggress?
Are your petals licked by frostiness -
fatal embrace in which you soon may faint?
I wondered much - but no – some spots reveal
Saturday 19th October 2019 9:26 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:Bird Of Destiny | Modern Bards | On Visiting North Devon In October |
I sit here and think without a blink
you fill my memories old
my stale tears, stained to grey
the once beautiful now in decay
Our garden in ruins
our bright red roses
We have stopped the rain
my emerald green weep
a darker shade of grey
Saturday 19th October 2019 3:13 pm
Also by Alta H Mabin (Ally):Crashing waves |
You wake up one day and without any sense
you're not sure if you love it or you're tense
Could be addiction
to the city's emission
if you're lucky, tuition
but oveall a sort of contrition
You want to be in that rollercoaster because it is actually a damn ride
but after that you won't be able to hide....
Friday 18th October 2019 4:54 pm
Also by Polutropos:First person, singular, New York | First person, singular, Agra, India | Severe nights |
In the season of rain and deepening night
Drowning shadows of summer
When roads veer to stranger destinations
Beware the hitcher
Round the bend
Standing crucified in our dying day
Rays ailing through his slender form
Thumb flicking like a dying worm
He patiently awaits us
Round the bend
Old time hat shades his hungry eyes
Bat-chewed coat of old October br...
Friday 18th October 2019 12:53 pm
Hey you; my handsome button. I haven’t been on my poetry page in quite some time. Looking back at all my writings, i am reminded all of the pain I’ve endured and loops I’ve jumped across, or fell over, per se. Fuck- what a crazy 28 years of life I’ve lived. I’ve moved around some, and experienced some interesting things. Ive learned a lot...about a lot. I’ve felt a lot more than i ever fathomed. I...
Friday 18th October 2019 10:44 am
Also by Dana Lee:Lights |
A plunging neckline revealing pale white flesh,
A necklace. Two necklaces.
Heavy and delicate gold, glistening against skin, adorned with pretty jewels,
To attract, distract.
And that smile,
That delicious smirk,
Tasty enough to crave a sample of the flavour.
Cherry red lips,
Lipstick stains on pearly white teeth.
A sharp grin beneath lidded...
Thursday 17th October 2019 9:59 pm
Today was another wasted day
That wilted as it drew to a close.
Energy ran away to where happiness was hiding.
Productivity was taking a nap, hope was in the pub.
Dreaming of a clear day, of a clear mind.
Tears blur clarity and vision.
So I will sit back down, waiting for the gift.
The gift of a new day full of new opportunities.
Full of chances to make you proud.
Thursday 17th October 2019 9:34 pm
Also by Clara:That's right baby | Jack in the Box | yellow |
Na tord mujhey tu itna
Ki phir mujhmey tootney ko kuch baqee hee na rahey
Na chord tu mujhey tanha
Ki tanhai ki panha mey hi baqee umar guzarti rahey
Na pardh mujhey tu itna
Ki sunnaney ko koi dastan mujhmey baqee na rahey
Na krwa intezaar tu itna
Ki inteezaar mey hee baqee zindagi guzarti rahey
Thursday 17th October 2019 4:14 pm
Preamble: this is a little ditty inspired by the beautiful but slightly puzzling song "Te Manquer" by Grand Corps Malade, with its refrain (in English) "I just want you to miss me".
Do I want someone to miss me
Or is it enough to know
There are folk that will miss me
The day I have to go?
Do I want someone to miss me
Or would I rather share
My time with those that would miss me
Thursday 17th October 2019 3:58 pm
Also by Becky Who:Climate change? |
effective myth, metaphor, & mysticism transcend
semantic efforts to articulate dynamics erupting
dreamlike amidst more trusted, linear conceptions
of reality, imagination, experience, & being
by presenting arrangements so engaging, uncannily
familiar, irreducibly insightful, idealogically slippery,
that the foamsplash suddenness of its crashing
across a previously unnotic...
Thursday 17th October 2019 1:52 pm
King of Swords –The High Priest – Authority, rationality, sound advice
Interpretation: The king of swords represent a strong Willed man with a perceptive intelligence. He is the supreme ruler of his domain and he is extremely steadfast in his ways. He rules with a firm and dominative hand and stand supplanted in beliefs. He rules with his head and not his heart which often leads to having to ma...
Thursday 17th October 2019 10:32 am
Also by RaVeN Mathews )0(:Queen of Swords – The High Priestess – Intelligence, solitary, a strong Willed woman. | Knight of Swords – The Warrior – The hero, a righteous anger | Page of Swords – Messenger – Quick thinker, unexpected news | Ten of Swords – Defeat – Complete stabbing in the back, an irrevocable ending | Nine of Swords – Despair – Night terrors, suffering, a sense of misery | Eight of Swords – Fear – I just can’t, Restriction, bondage | Seven of Swords – The Thief – Stealth, deception, unexpected behaviour | Six of Swords – Rite of Passage – Leaving troubles behind, brighter days ahead | Five of Swords – Wounded pride – Negative energy, the Nyaa-nya-nyaa-nyaaa | Four of Swords – A restful place - A place of sanctuary, a place of peace | Three of Swords – Tears and woe – A bleeding heart, a Necessary cutting | Two of Swords – Balance – a sense of being Immobilised, blindfolded and impasse. | Ace of Swords – Victory – The Sword of Righteousness. A sense of power and strength in adversity. |
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