Poetry Blogs (2019, Poetic)
M.C. Newberry on YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) (2 hours ago)
The wings of Butterflies
and Human eyes, of these I get
Friday 6th December 2019 9:22 pm
A poetic heart always finds meaning
A poetic girl never stops dreaming
A poetic being is inspired by life
A poetic man always finds a wife
Sometimes the right words
Can be so hard to find
Say it with a poem
And it's engraved on the mind
Tuesday 13th August 2019 8:24 pm
Lovely smiles at early morning,
Poetic voice says: “Hello”
Shiny eyes yearning look.
Asking happily “How are you?”
When did we met and where!
Few years ago, may be more
It was crowded party there
When she shines out of the door
We had a table, but no talk
Merrily smile, she looks shy
Asked timidly can we walk?
I shook hands, then walk...
Friday 1st March 2019 2:52 pm
To win my heart, cross my roads
To get my love, you knock my doors
Let's to start, to earn cruise
To build a nest within love rose
Adore you much, looking forward
To keep in touch, even one word
Eager to fly, to reach sward
Where your face, shines on board
You're the star, you're my sun
You're in heart, the only one
Grow love seed, before ge...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 2:41 pm
At the end of everything
Some results come to gain
Thus, you can get experience
How to deal with same again
Don't think, it was so difficult
Just use your own brain
Be ready for every possible
Don't tell me "but in vain"
If you can say "I decide it"
The desert turns green
Then you'll exert success
Surely will forget the pain
Monday 4th February 2019 1:53 pm
Two waves in the sea
Two branches of the tree
Two wings of the bee
These are you and me
In everywhere I go
I keep your love to grow
All over my heart's show
Your eyelashes and brow
Certainly, I can see
One heart not a three
Follow me, or feel free
I got your heart's Key
Sunday 3rd February 2019 7:25 pm
“To do or not to do”, her daily instruction
I should always obey, to avoid reaction
She believes I'll remain in a weak construction
Wants to be retained in her falling section
Eyes, ears and tongue, three sources to act
Depending on brain, to judge it in the heart
She is herself leader, no love in her chart
“Practical in reality”, She said. This is a fact
Saturday 2nd February 2019 2:29 pm
Either .. or, Neither .. nor.
Your answer, is one of four
Always "NO" or "I don't know"
But in general "I'm not sure"
Keeping silent is an answer
Complicates the issues more
Gaps grow in hearts faster
To close mainly our main door
Hiding always simple things
That I'm really pleased to know
Same as birds lost the wings
How to f...
Saturday 2nd February 2019 12:55 pm
I break everything I touch; At first seemingly simple- But soon too much, For my games are so nimble. My feelings out of reach- always too far to touch. And not made known through speech; I am an observer- I keep my distance; I am not a conformer- And at times lack resistance. I speak my words carefully, I am a reformer- And I shall go about it tastefully, Though always be straig...
Friday 25th April 2014 4:27 pm
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio puls...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm
A black pen, a worm chewing through
wood, waiting for flesh.
Crunching its way through shadow.
Candle wax on skin
setting hard in its way.
A flick of the wrist
and the ink scratch stains.
Trying to find a way
to communicate with vision.
Spew out, eat up, digest, reset.
Calculating the way with mind
set to epip...
Friday 1st March 2013 12:31 am
Everything seeps in, everything leaks, in to this pale membrane.
The air from gestures, the pain and wicked eyes flicker.
The soft secretion of lingering sadness shelters like a veil.
Not haunted though, not lost to anything.
A door left open for a breeze to walk in.
Friday 1st March 2013 12:27 am
if poets did justice and the law
loansharks would get baliffs knocking on their door
animal abusers would have to go to the vets instead of the doctors
muggers would be beaten up by old grannies
scientists who test animals with cosmetics would find themselves dolled up every morning
by cosmetics that give them a rash
and bankers who get big bonuses would have to wor...
Friday 7th May 2010 12:39 pm