Poetry Blogs (Nov 2019)
The old fool folds a bony talon
jealously around the timeless and universal
when the old fool remembers their value
though the blood of the age surges in the old fool's body
and the scars of the old fool's particular history
are painfully ever present.
This, for better or worse, is what I do.
I do remember splinters, blisters and nettle stings
but I'm no Seamus Heaney.
I can't bring bac...
Saturday 30th November 2019 11:55 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Hang In There | Every Sky Should Have One. | The Man Who Made The Titanic | wordswordswords | Hide | What Happens In Mid-Air | We Voted With Our Dancing Feet |
I knew a man
He wasn’t a
In the grand scheme
But he filled up
In the week
I don’t suppose
I saw him
When it was dark
He came home
It was dark
But my world
And I didn’t
Make the link
Saturday 30th November 2019 11:43 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:Fireworks |
The American appears to cough
While mouthing an obvious lie
Relying on a charm
He’s stolen from another guy
Laying out a vision
As the other actors at the table
Poke at a cold dinner
While the Canadian seems to choke
On her hemp salad
The Chinese envoy excuses himself
To send another message
The American proposes a toast
To friendship and progress
Saturday 30th November 2019 10:08 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Problematic | forward reflection | Appointments vs. Disapointments | Bahbahbah | Our Media Family | We’re Evil | 60% | The cosmos grunts | Best Things | Geminis | my rationale |
Fresh water suits my watery nature.
I squint at the ripples of redemption,
Watch the ducks glide beside me
Keeping me on the straight and narrow.
The call of strangers splatters across
The sky and I choke on what I know ,
And cannot even whisper out, or sigh.
Mountains and sky reflected in water.
The ordinary has become extraordinary
Saturday 30th November 2019 5:35 pm
Also by John E Marks:A Byzantine Lamentation | 1971 | Haight-Ashbury, 1967 | An old soldier | A fugue in a minor key | A perennial translation | Had enough | End Times | A change of state | My body is a pebble | Eloquent Graffiti | Shadowing | Interlude | A London view | Near water | Breath | Even the olives are bleeding | a lay for a lady | The blues | Man and Dog | Above the vaulted sky | A splash of yellow across a sometime sky | Unreported crime | A loving heart is truest wisdom | After reading the poetry of Rabindranath Tagore | Blue | An adamantine distress | Nothing more | Trilobite | Stutterer | Semiotics | Bullet points | AN ACT of TREASON | For Anna Akhmatova | The rising of the north | Vanishing point | Morning Glory | ONLY CONNECT | OTTO'S LAMENT | The Twilight Realm | TIBET | Granddaughter | The Unwritten | Paralysis | In the sixties |
Armani suits hung on their hangers
This is the tale of a doppelgänger
One lives in a penthouse, in exclusive Knightsbridge
Whilst the other dosses, under London bridge
A Bugatti Veyron under wraps
In an exclusive garage as it’s time elapse
Patel Philippe watch, on his wrist
The other struggles to just subsist
One Parties long in to the night
Saturday 30th November 2019 5:13 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Purgation | God | The Alien Greys | Forever Lost | Esoteric doctrines | Not a clue | Grenfell Tower | Let's begin | PTSD | 11/11 11:00 Memorial | Faking it | Heros Roll | The Goon Show ii | The way we were | Come On! HONK | White Knuckle Ride | Don't cross the line |
It’s grown as I have
Reaches into my life force
rejects outer discourse
Planted land mines into my very foundation
A phase quickly became ingrained in my DNA
I wear it on my face
It stands between me and potential salvation
I try to turn away yet I find myself
Engulfed in its dolorous seduction of my mind
Thrown into a room of thousands I will...
Saturday 30th November 2019 5:03 pm
Also by Ryan Gian Gaur:Longing For Belonging |
Its amusing, how life can be.
Just when you thought you've been broken enough.
That you're unbreakable.
Its far from the reality.
As a man, I have been tested.
With my past, memories relentless.
Traumatic moments and experiences that remain.
You would think I would be numb to the infliction of pain.
But it shows indeed I still have a heart.
That i can take a loss and fe...
Saturday 30th November 2019 5:02 pm
Also by BrightSide92:Gang related - an uncles anguish - Fictional Story | If I wrote a note to God | Pain | Vengeance | God bless the dead | The Wolf and Moon |
If i could move the little fingers of the clock
Turn them around to the loveliest hour
When i shall see you finally and hug you hard
I'm your teddy and you are my knight in shining armour
I love you so much and miss you every single hour
It's not been days, weeks or months rather been years
Since last we saw eachother and felt that love power
Had i known what was in store for ...
Saturday 30th November 2019 4:17 pm
Also by Do.RoThy:The ladda tale | Night | Desires!! | An elated tree!! | A pen's tale!! | Knight in shining armour!! | Steps followed! | Darling, come to me now!! | Time!!! | Symphonies!!! | UFO's and me!!! | Untitled!!! | Sweet heart!!! | I lost to win!! | Lifey life!! | Sound of love!! | Doe went for a hair cut!!! | My sleep went moon walking!! | Flight to freedom | Inspired words!! | Chewing gum effect!! | DIY - a task to start | What am i? | Melody of pain!! | Heartsoubody!! | Feeling!! | Bird in a broken open cage!! | I will and sure i will | Lost!!! | Pull yourself up!! | My struggles!! | At the eleventh hour!! | Khamoshi!! | The world of imaginations | Torn pages of the book!!!!!! |
I want a life of peace and love and comradely
I want a man I can love and who can love me
I want a man I can trust, because he could trust me
I want a man with values and integrity
Who wants to live right, without animosity
I want a man who isn't demanding, controlling or belittling me
I had a father who was a tyrant and didn't love me
Or his version of love was to discipline and punish me
Saturday 30th November 2019 3:11 pm
Also by Lynn 7m.:An end to your means | Until | Voicemail | I'm sorry | I don't understand. Do you? | Give me one good reason | Played | I gave. You never. |
about all they are worth
they do not necessarily
follow each other
sometimes they go off
sometimes they get out
on a slip of tongue
some leave for good
those thoughts escape me
those thoughts go
there must be a place
where you collect your thoughts
if you could find it
think how sm...
Saturday 30th November 2019 1:05 pm
Also by d.knape:Black Friday | What I Am Thankful For | Apps & Mishaps | Interpretive Center | Gremlins | Sticking My Neck Out | Looking Back | Homeless Piano | Praying Mantis | You Left Before I Could Say Goodbye | I Caint Hear Too Good | Behold The Whale | Swishing Skirts | Leave Well Enough Alone | Fan Club | Attachment | Getting Ahead Of Yourself | Dear Valued Customer | Laughter 'Round The Table | Refrigerator Magnet | Through 7 Year Old Eyes | ANGER | Old As Rock | Every Post Has A Gull | Our Daily Bread | Deodorant | Do Not Die In The Fall | Widows | Bald Heads |
No one believes it has anything to do with then
Ok, a small island has disappeared
But that was far away it can’t happen here.
We drink plenty of water, the medical profession
Tells us it is good
Until there is no potable water left to drink.
Mind, we can drink water were the elephants
Have bathers, a bit muddy perhaps, providing there
Saturday 30th November 2019 11:11 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the creator | the creator | the war we started | Doctor Lunde | a walk by the sea | the newness | the kill chtildren too | American Racism | thoughts in the night | surgery | pride | roses are not blue | sadness | sea and people | one early morning | a rose poem | occupation | social housing | the demise | president Chirac | TV | the price to pay | an oddity | a dreaming joureny | the pace |
I don’t like answering a lot of questions.
Like when I go to Starbucks and order a
flat white, and the cashier asks what size
I want, and I say there is only one size of
flat white, pointing at the menu, but the
cashier says, no sir, you can have whatever
size you want, and I say, yes, but any other
size is not a flat white, is it? It’s just some
milk with coffee in it, and the barista i...
Saturday 30th November 2019 11:05 am
Also by Randy Horton:Oblique Confessional Poems and Holiday Cheer | How to Start a Revolution | Back in the Middle Again | Paradoxical Epiphany | Ingress without Invitation | Where Authors Whine About The Poor Quality Of Their Readers |
To whom it may concern
From this I hope you will learn
More about this candidate
Who up to now is never late
He always gets things done
Provided his team have won
He’s as honest as the day is new
and also makes a decent brew
This man has integrity in his bones
Never been known to whinge or moan
Nothing is ever too much trouble
He just lives in a hard work bubble...
Saturday 30th November 2019 10:47 am
Also by Rick Varden:Alexa and Siri (A digital love story) Audio | Haiku Truth | Extra Terrestrial Poets (Audio) | I fell in love with an Alien (audio) | The Place of Dreams? | The Druid |
Ever since I remember, the forests have burned,
governments have suppressed, and the Markets have ruled,
and ever since I remember, there’s been a groundswell,
a movement – resistance in the face of inevitable doom,
and ever since I remember, nothing has changed, nothing has been done,
the Forests burn, the oceans warm, the ice melts,
and, ever since I remember, we edge past poin...
Saturday 30th November 2019 8:58 am
Also by Rich:Boundaries |
How Old Are You?
How old are you my dear friend?
Old as the woman I touch
Said Groucho Marx when questioned
I like this answer much
How old are you my friend asked?
I said older than you
But not as old as that man
With no teeth left to chew
Our age? How vague we try and be
When people ask, and delve
We want to hide, embarrassed
And keep it to oursel...
Saturday 30th November 2019 8:20 am
Also by Don Matthews:The Oak | Hither-Thither Rehab | Pushing Boundaries | Throwing Up | Knock Knock. What's Going On Here? | Down the Rabbit Hole | I've Failed as a Poet Again | The Stars Are Our Future | Boomerang. It's all Wrong | My Boy He Went To Kindy | I Like My Gloomy Doomy | Cafe | Amateur Poet Bert Applies For Entry to Like-Minders Society Theme Park | Greed Rules the World – I Guess | Checking Into Rehab | Nobody | What Fires Me Up To Write Poetry? | Running Out of Cotton Wool | Publish-Time | When You Get to My Age | Like-Minders Society Renewed Attempt to Heal Rift With Traditional Poets Association | Space Reversal | Listen Up There Rhyming Board | Good Question Poet Critic | Editor I Need Some Help Here | Poetry and Me | Once Upon a Time in the Land of Faraway Poetry Lived........ | OH&S Gone Mad | Anomoly of the Law |
Don’t give in to the madness.
Save it for another day,
long after you’ve left this life
that’s full of opportunities.
Life is like the weather.
All you have to do is wait
for the rain to go away,
the storm to pass,
and enjoy the sunshine
Saturday 30th November 2019 2:26 am
Also by Vautaw:Go Fish | Good Days | Touchstone | Cactus Kisses | My Secret Life | What is Poetry? | Breaking | Beautiful People |
Listening to the pattering of winter rain
then looking at the tiny glass jar,
savouring the moment of its opening.
Remembering on hot summer nights
caressing the pretty basil leaves
and the aromatic scent long remaining
Then recalling the careful preparation,
the beautiful green leaf mound
perfuming the whole kitchen.
The sweet resiny taste of pine-nuts,
Friday 29th November 2019 11:48 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Forbidden fruit (for my grandmother) | A deafening silence |
Please forgive, I got no desire,
I was warm but you put out the fire.
So don't hold back my tears.
Now you just try to avoid looking me in the face,
not even our thoughts can see eye to eye.
Please let's forget the lies we told ourselves.
I used to dream bout your golden hair,
than November came and we're not the same, anymore,
but I guess we're happy.
Put on your shoes,
let's go f...
Friday 29th November 2019 10:50 pm
Also by LeGou:Silent sounds of quiet quirky quiffs |
Jim's grandad left him the contents of his house in his will,to be fair.
Jim on leaving home was desperately in need of the kitchenware.
Jim loved cooking and one evening invited his friends round,
I'm glad I visited him that day and luckily found,
In the kitchenware collection which Jim had got,
Amongst the pots and pans his grandad's chamber pot.
Friday 29th November 2019 9:31 pm
Also by hugh:The banned old Duke of York. | Parliamentary chaos | Weddings and funerals | Light fright | Tired of living in a tyre | Wife's jealousy eradicates future dog dominance | Death for the old but a future for the young | The frying pan test | Avoid building a Berlin wall between us and the homeless | The importance of teamwork | Sleeping rough in Westminster | Tom Sykes | The parliamentary "night shift,"left bereft ! |
What if I never . . .
What if I never
had worldly sight,
only heard before words
with each in-out breath,
and pulsed as living light
How can I ever
slam a door
be mean and cruel
sink or soar,
when love is all there is
What if I never
knew real love.
Just you and me and baby makes 3
and the peace symbol dove,
when love is all there is.
How will I ever
see an apple tree
Friday 29th November 2019 7:04 pm
Also by Fred Nicholson:no more. | In the super market | the A, B, C's skip a beat.* | Seeing all too clearly. |
It was all but a distant recollection.
You sat me down and said you wanted a real connection.
I believed you because I wanted to believe that your heart was true.
I remember you reaching out to hold my hand.
I remember your arms reaching to embrace me.
I remember the feeling of warmth when I saw your smile.
It was then I knew you’d be worth my while.
Suddenly it was no longe...
Friday 29th November 2019 3:33 pm
When the whistle blew at 6 minutes past 3.
'Hillsborough' stole my life from me.
My brother Michael was not coming home.
A long journey begun, that I begun alone.
Now 30 years have passed on the clock.
And nobody held accountable in the dock.
But my brothers' killing was against the law.
So that Justice I sought, I'm still looking for.
I have seen faces grow tired over the years.
Friday 29th November 2019 2:43 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Daddy's Whisper | The Gift | Dreams |
My poem supporting the Labour Party.
A Storm is Coming
I’m looking at the big sky
Not just my favourite piece
Abundance of selfish thinking
Putting everyone in doubt
Of the true purpose of what it’s all about.
I’m not giving anything to anyone
Is the mantra taken up
What’s good for me is all I see
I disregard everyone else
A storm is coming, look after yoursel...
Friday 29th November 2019 11:53 am
Beauty felt as an impact of urgency that requires harmony and melody.
Euphoria can you be passive considerate and sensitive because helter-skelter is saddening me.
Dreaming of all the miles of exile. Does size and proportion alter perceptions of time? Can one ask a poetic question?
Searingly soft tears that brim the heart.
A love with no past is easily passed.
Let me introduce to...
Friday 29th November 2019 11:42 am
Also by Daniel Reuben King:I live in luxury at Cuntgrope Lane | A work of progress. Title: Pending | Red Faced King Pegasus my Bridal my Pheeny. | Black eyed Robin of the midnight Walnut tree | THE WAR NEVER EXISTED LONG LIVE THE WAR |
caught dead, laughing like smooth muscle
as my memory clapped into the cobblestone
a blunderbuss of splintered moments of chaos
to land in a mosaic at your feet.
From up here, so much more ordered than it had felt
now a lifetime away
framed in yellow tape
and quiet, pursed brows.
i'll miss you
Friday 29th November 2019 9:08 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:bent stalks II (11/17/2019) | bent stalks I (11/16/2019) |
If you live life ordinarily you can only be one thing
But if you live life with a little struggle to be great
You will eventually push through and be more than plain you will be
Friday 29th November 2019 12:56 am
my pain consumes me.
i miss my girl
i miss every little thing
and looking forward to the big things.
how could you love me
the way the stars love the night
and leave me without a fight.
i miss us
only we know what that truly means.
i just want you to come back to me.
to be you and to be with me
to love again.
Friday 29th November 2019 12:46 am
Also by marlie:angry. | you and me | who are you now | missing her instead of me | too good | find yourself | you can heal me | haiku about you | the wait | come home | fuck you | above | roots | november 1st |
What a beauty she might once have been
much older now and in her wheelchair being
pushed around by a carer or at least a younger
woman tending to her every personal need.
The older woman droops with a hazy look
upon her face just staring into an abyss of only
she knows what – letting the 9 inches of what
looks like shamrock coloured snot billow out
from underneath her lack ...
Thursday 28th November 2019 10:24 pm
Also by Philipos:WINDS OF CHANGE | BLEEDING TIME | STATES | BIRD WATCHING | SPACED OUT | (untitled) | WINDSOCKS | LETTERS FROM THE SURGERY | SLEEPING ROUGH | RISKING A CROPPER | SLOTTING IT IN | I SEE NO SHIPS | (untitled) | (untitled) | SEA LEGS | SEA LEGS | WANDERING THOUGHTS | THE ALLERTON OAK |
Damned by the stars that shone down from the night sky,
Damned in their light on the night of his birth,
The devil's in the detail and the detailed question is, Why
Would such heavenly bodies cast aspersions on his worth?
Damned from the moment that he first opened his eyes,
Damned all to hell as he drew his first breath,
Damned quietly, implicitly, with deep duplicitous lies,...
Thursday 28th November 2019 9:18 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:The Bones Of Winter | Proportions | Refugee (A Dictionary Definition) | Stand And Be Counted | Unbreakable | Open | Tick Tock | Block | The Lost Shores | Be | Every Tear the Skies Have Cried | Hindsight | A Trail of Breadcrumbs | The Last Toast | The Oaken Pole | Aftermath | "Never Never." | Innocent Eyes |
I want to see you glide through your sacred path.
Like a dancer empowered with courage and belief in yourself.
Not influenced by the reluctance of those that dither at the edge, afraid of adventure.
You are never afraid of dying because you haven’t finished living yet.
Your song has only just begun.
You mould your destiny from day to day.
So go on, open those wings and let m...
Thursday 28th November 2019 3:41 pm
Also by Chakraj:Tis the season to colour your soul |
I'm on the edge
Looking over the cliff side
The drop looks rather comforting
But that is no answer
I need to calm the noise
Stop shouting at me
I can't be perfect
I'm no machine
I'm just a human
I'm trying my best
And I think I'm failing
Think I'm falling
Thursday 28th November 2019 8:21 am
Also by Eric Berard:Another Waltz Rhythm | Heart Seeds |
If home is where the heart
Then I haven't been home in a long time
So tell me I'm wrong
I'll tell you this sad sappy story
Of this boy that loved a girl
That he wasted his whole fucking life
Only live to see 26 because his heart strings broken
So tell me that's not love
I'll tell you that you're full of shit
She gave a promise that she would marry him
She found a boy that could trea...
Thursday 28th November 2019 5:13 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Things I Tell Myself | Punk Song |
At 18 years old I could run the one lap
Of 400 metres in one minute flat;
These days I’ll tell you I flew like a bat
Quicker than Usain because
The older I get, the better I was.
My qualifications don’t do much for me
But I could have completed a Masters degree
Instead I accomplished 2 GCSE’s
But I could have been Einstein because
The older I get, the better I was....
Wednesday 27th November 2019 10:56 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE FOUR-DAY WORKING WEEK | TWO NATIONS | THE LOVERS | LITTLE BASTARDS |
All those long hours
days, weeks caged into jobs with no prospects.
Odd one out
lost to the streets he walked
in snatched lunch hours
with a cheap camera, curious
capturing moments on little glassy eyed
strips of film snaking glistening
unwinding from the tank
hung out to dry, teardrops of history
in the making,
a hobby and more besides,
a way of life.
Wednesday 27th November 2019 8:33 pm
Also by ray pool:ANGER MISMANAGEMENT | SLEEP WALKING | STRANGER THAN FICTION | NEEDING MAYBE A TITLE IN LATIN | ON THE QE2 1977 | SMALL WORLD | ON HALLOWE'EN |
All around us and within.
Ever with us, birthed by sin.
All embracing, cold finger tracing
A line we all must cross.
All around us and within,
To ignore it that is sin.
Ever with us, all consuming,
Looming, looming ever looming.
Do you laugh and deride it?
Do you fear but try to hide it?
Is it in your calculations,
Figured out, accounted for?
Wednesday 27th November 2019 7:33 pm
Also by afishamongmany:Faces | What to say? What to do? | The Peoples Song | Meadow Reflecting - A Villanelle by Road Runner 3 |
you see inside.
I’m standing there,
without a care,
but looking out,
i’m full of doubts.
I’m projecting pride,
but have nearly died.
He makes my tea,
you see he loves me.
I appear to have done
nothing for it.
My inner voice,
gives me no choice,
where you can’t see,
I slice my extremity,
the blood runs down,
into the family’s dishes....
Wednesday 27th November 2019 6:43 pm
Also by Emma-Jane Stradling:Common souls |
If Brexiteers are Britain's lions
Then Remainers are her sheep;
Hoping against hope they won't get fleeced
As back to the Brussels farm they creep.
Self-deluding wool covering supplicant eyes
Over-eager certainly - but hardly over-wise.
Convenience their self-serving rock -
But one thing should be feared
In their desperate desire to run with the flock
They are certain t...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 1:39 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:"ISM" = I See Me | NHS STRESS KILLS | ARE YOU HAPPY? A departing shot! | TWO PRESIDENTS | GOODBYE TO MARINA AND PEARL | SPOT THE DIFFERENCE | CRIME PAYS | LIKE A TEAR | TAKE COURAGE |
I remember the beautiful way
you strolled down the beach
where the sun's shadow
danced so gleefully
because it knew the inner
solace and silence
that sang in your soul,
and it thrilled in your joy.
The waves bowed down
continuously in your presence,
conceding eternity to the
sunshine in your smile,
while I looked on in wonder,
listened to your soft breath,...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 12:36 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Sorry, I missed me | Noone else knows | To believe in something | Parched | The Human Effect |
Everything Must Go
The blue bicycle that arrived,
gleaming from the shop,
now leans crooked against the broken shed,
its faded paint and musty seat
forgotten within the muddy yard;
a relic of disregard.
“Everything Must Go”,
or so the big sign said.
The wild-eyed yearling steers,
corralled in the dusty stockyard,
bellow with the steady beat
Wednesday 27th November 2019 12:19 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:Sunrise Sea | Shakespeare's Flowers |
No swift route to find your way
But be a swift and don’t delay
Let the currents raise you to reach the sky
Enjoy the view as you speed on by
You’ve found your lift to hit the heights
No frantic flaps to just get by
Just glide the air and cross the sky
And chance a glance as you pass us by
With faith to carry you across the big blue
You’re on your way, but there’...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 8:37 am
Also by IanQ:Death Of A Friend | The Final Kiss |
when my pencil hits the paper
and my brain begins to race,
my hand cannot keep up
with the unruly pace.
my scribbles become springs
bouncing up and down the page
with an energy quite erratic,
full of angst, or joy, or rage.
I submit myself to thee,
oh Goddess of the pen!
I beg for illumination,
for the power to go within
to unearth the sticky...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 5:28 am
Also by trixtex:I push away the ending of the day | Meditation on My Happy Place | Endless Now | Two Toads |
No time for nonsense
Swift breeze passes by
As you pass us by
Other than 'Hi
No time for bye
Or look me in the eye
This makes you mysterious
This makes me curious
Inquisitive by nature
Brain already on it
Naturally faster than the speed you travel
But body still as still as it was when sleeping
Brain doesnt miss a trick
My brain has collected...
Wednesday 27th November 2019 3:55 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:NO RULES IN SPEAKING YOUR MIND OTHER THAN BE FREE | ELSIE ANN | INTERVENTION DEVINE | About the boy |
Prevented, unplanned, unknown.
4 years later.
3 years old, I can’t imagine,
what it would be like.
I thought it was.
you can love and let go.
For a reason, everything happens, they say.
Believed, I believe it.
You were a lesson.
I would not be who,
Tuesday 26th November 2019 6:48 pm
Also by abeacon:Creased |
Makes us write poems and sculpt marble though inner strength
Makes us knee bend
Makes us difficult to reply to that work email
Because the mind is not free, it is in jail
That jail is a rose prison, with red flowers and hitting thorns
And you received both the keys and the warns
But still, that’s where you want to be.
Tuesday 26th November 2019 3:12 pm
In late November tinseltown is on the distant horizon
The clock is ticking and the countdown has begun
Yuletide bells are ringing loudly in my head
It seems to get earlier every year - am I the only one ?
Black Friday starts the frenzied stampede of buying
Amazon and ebay encourage us to freely spend
Don't get me started on the big budget tv campaigns
The onslaught continues in sight there ...
Tuesday 26th November 2019 10:26 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Remember & Reflect | A Guy Named Fawkes |
at last the dying is upon me
strange how what appeared corporeal
will of sudden vanish into air
becoming as though it never was
I spend my life a walking shadow
cocooned within a web of culture,
antique literature, and old man faith
safe from criticisms, jealousies,
arguments and philosophies of
family, lovers and enemies
the webs of life will soon lift ...
Tuesday 26th November 2019 10:24 am
Also by Rick:staunch | chance meeting with a retro muse | interview .... | thoughts of Saoirse | Poetry readings - approach with caution - they can turn deadly | christmas where a girlfriend worked |
Was it a mistake?
Everytime your hands caressed my warm skin
The bruises on my thighs
From something so tender turns something so blue
The imprint of your lips on me
Leaving lovebites in their wake
The gentle beginning
Ending as I call your name
Pain and power and pleasure
Mixed with a childish innocence
What have we become?
We are not two people in...
Monday 25th November 2019 8:22 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:Unsent Love Letters | A New Fear | For CJM | Call Me Alice | Melancholy Nostalgia | Recovery | Soldiers In My Mind | Nurture | Silent Prayers; Delicately Heard |
Monday 25th November 2019 5:55 pm
Also by A Peterson:Jesus | Dreams | Think | Shartana of Egypt | Past | Another day | What has happened | My lessons | Anubis | Sharing | Spirits | Random stuff | Perfection | Worth waiting for | What matters | Faith | You | The Wind | Letting go | Moments | The Walk | Time | The Journey | Tips for turns | I saw you |
Crisp russet leaves begin to fall
amid the early autumn squall
no more we’ll hear that clamoured call
as swallow flies
Each night the sun makes haste to set
tonight will be the soonest yet
while bitter breezes blow their threat
as summer dies
And now we barely hear a sound
as sleepy hedgehogs go to ground
in secret refuges they’ve found
and close their ey...
Monday 25th November 2019 1:58 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Diary Of A House Cat |
if everyone knew
who i was
should have records
they don't know
fortune and fame
should be on
but haven't made
any hit list
do it all
yet my star
still doesn't shine
Monday 25th November 2019 1:16 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:GREEN BRONX MACHINE | BURIED GOLD |