Poetry Blogs (Feb 2019)
I've got to say there's
Never special about me
I'm an average as cardboard cutout
So please stop poking holes through me
I'm too fragile for that shit
You like white lightning and rain storms
I become a soggy mess in them
Your kisses made me feel human
Just for me to bleed out all over the floor
Friday 22nd February 2019 9:04 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Looking For Cloud Nine | I'm Alright (lyrics) | Melancholy Walking | Uneasy Thoughts | A Terrible Fate | Thoughts That Go Like Bullets Through You | The Ghost of Me | The T-Virus | Let's Pretend I'm Fine Like You Do | The Grin of A Killer 2 Little John Doe | The Grin of A Killer | A Broken Callous Heart | Happiest I've Ever Been | Maybe | Rubbish Poem |
When you cant tell your story without criminalzing others
and people wonder why beautiful butterflies still try to fly
but their wings wont flutter
What lies beneath is the secrets of a black sheep
lost souls searching for answers as the preacher preachs
she lies under the rug where the dirt was swept
she cries away the pain like when jesus wept
the strain from constant pain ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 9:04 pm
Somewhere, far away
the stars cry
glistening teardrops frozen
forever, in the dark sky
Will the amber ever melt
spreading its wings of sunshine
or remain forever embedded
in the eyes of mine..
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:53 pm
Also by Orenda:(untitled) |
When you start to see the bottom
Of those leering orange bottles
Threats of existance are especially bleak
Vertigo next to prostration
Electric synapse undulations
All the retching is leaving me weak
Ceaseless verge of trickling tears
Insignificance from past 6 years
Squatting rent free inside the mind
Over social reservations
Dependence on ties that we bi...
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:33 pm
Also by SadGrrrlsClub:loose ends |
This is the last of a series of poems for my granddaughter.
Annie is now an adult but still needs one- to- one twentyfour hour care. Her family has split and her grandparents are now estranged.
Jusr a normal modern family really.
I knew he once
so long ago
laughed with her
watched her grow
and slowly blossom
she is gone from me
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:19 pm
Also by Dorothy Webb:SCHOOL NATIVITY PLAY | IMPREGNABLE | BLANKET SECURITY | WHO DARES TO DREAM | S'MOTHER LOVE | FOR PAUL | RULE BRITANNIA ? | FROZEN | SPIN - DRIFT | IN SORROW | A LAMENT FOR CHILDHOOD | FAITH (WITHOUT HOPE OR CHARITY) | THIS SILVER PEARL | BY WAY OF EXPLANATION | FOR DARREN |
Nobody knows everything
But we should know what we do
Books are there for reading
And courses there to go
Don't say:"I know enough"
Your brain, sure, will freeze
Don't let someone to laugh
If you meet someone who knows
That the rule of good knowledge
Learn what you really need
The knowledge has a good bridge
To cross it, you must read
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:17 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:THE KNOWLEDGE | Laugh to Live. | Save to live | CONFIDENCE | Isabella | Beauty Song | REGRET | My Fault | Love Seed | Against Wind | Simply Says | MAKE SUCCESS | LET's PRAY | HEART's KEY | The Theater | Practical Woman | No Answer |
Six rainbow cloudburst smiles
spectrum of radiant colour
leprechauns dance throughout the night.
Friday 22nd February 2019 4:58 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Lord Goldenjoy verses Sir Redraw |
my new lover is impetuous
I feel her eyes on me
like hammerstrikes on steel
and she says she knows me
like sparks show through darkness
but I cannot come out tonight--
she doesn't know my heart or how
her new tiger has been tried
she doesn't know that though
I've turned my back against the divide
I keep a wide eye focused on the sun
forever setting in the west...
Friday 22nd February 2019 4:12 pm
Also by elPintor:autonomous | solitary | distant history | subversive |
Things that look alike
Volume 1: "Bright and Innocent!"
The cordial smile of a supposed benefactor
The caresses of a new unexplored lover
Freshly cooked up ideas, right out of a young passionate mind; not very well though out
And the hope in the words of the confident orator
and the promises of the formidable father
and his proud posture and big gestures
and the ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 2:51 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Resist | Keep it Close | Wrongdoer | GR (In the South) | It's Always Raining on Lonely Sreet, Haiku | Shadows and Shades |
we embrace in the warmth of love
flowing our long-held desires
panting enjoying a kiss
we express sincere passion for longing
at first the doubt felt like a dream
but obviously we have united ourselves
live when fulfilling the will of instinct
time becomes meaningful to two hearts
a little regret why it's only now
we feel like we are out of control
so long we are stuck in a wallow sa...
Friday 22nd February 2019 2:32 pm
Also by Suko Waspodo:True Enforcer of Sleaze | Daydream When Drizzle | Blend The Heart of Instinct | Lovely Early Morning | About Our Feelings | Embrace Your Sincere Love | My Longing's in Your Dreams | Romantic Love Fantasy |
Beyond these walls there’s a place
where they are sisters and daughters
and soon, inshallah, virtuous
wives- and mothers-to-be.
Out there where modesty's praised,
their future's determined.
Their allurements buried
like a hoard, each bride-price
is settled. Being who they are
and where they come from,
each is a link in the chain
that holds the world toget...
Friday 22nd February 2019 1:13 pm
I had not
Friday 22nd February 2019 1:08 pm
Also by d.knape:As Time Expires | Pets | Wedding Dress | Hearing Loss | Men Without Women | C'est La Vie | Bee Lines | Aging Rock Stars | One-Way Conversation | Acrobats | We Never Asked | Cows & Climate | The Poor | Old School | Braless | Good Company | Letting Out The Cat | Burning Inspiration | Being Good |
Why Do I Write?
My poetry won't change the world
That needs a move en mass
My cries and pleas are wasted
So is my writing 'trash'?
So why then do I write at all?
If no-one heeds my work
I need to bring what's inside out
From inside where it lurks
As poets I guess we all do this
We write just for ourselves
If others like our work, that's fine
Friday 22nd February 2019 12:13 pm
Also by Don Matthews:Fun or Serious? I Can't Decide? | Holiday Build. R and R Centre for Expired Poets | Risky Poet | Silly | He's Damaging Our Website, Breaking All the Rules |
Show me a "Saint," I'll show you a sinner,
Whose moral restraint keeps, "Sinner," inner,
Show me an "Angel," I'll show you the Fallen,
Whose " Inner," made, "Outer," abandon their calling.
Show me a, "King," I'll show you a, "Wretch,"
With pleading hand weakly, meekly outstretched,
Show me a "Martyr," I'll show you a "Fool,"
That was schooled by rules as a sinners tool....
Friday 22nd February 2019 11:36 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Yin & Yang | Mirror Mirror | Stories Untold | Life And Friendships | I Cast A Shadow | Dyslexia Rules KO | Be My Guide | Chatting By The Stovetop | Strong And Silent | The Silent Word | The Slant And The Chant | Coin | Whipping Willow | Coffee Pot | In This World | Ms.Donohoe Poetry Tennis Champion. | Yesterdays Kiss | Incline Lupine | Drive | Silver Shot Pocket Watch | Distil By Will | Words | Trust Me |
Rays crackin’ jokes tonight,
Jill takes a while, the context
much more poignant than the punchline.
Humour seconded, yet still both soothe her soul.
“Pesto, the Italian Dennis the Menace”
Tastes so much better as
Than the so called toastie dressing
Jill has licked favourably from her lips.
Ray steals more time
I collect another quote,
For the l...
Friday 22nd February 2019 10:22 am
Also by Matt Townsend:Mummy remembers a love song |
I was on the verge of giving up
I want my heart beats to stop
It was the time to say goodbye
A perfect time to die
I was about to cut my wrist
Thinking this would kill me at ease
Hoping this pain would vanish
A life I was about to unleash
Can't cut my wrist so I took a drug
Overdosing myself would be a haven of snug
Seeing my Lifeless body is what I want
My beating heart has no a pl...
Friday 22nd February 2019 10:08 am
On my frequent lone walk by the old docks
I came across a building which turned out
to be a communal bathhouse.
It was incredibly cheap for a few pence
I got a towel and soap and had my first shower
I was at the time, elven years old.
And when I was short of change asked my mother
for not ice cream, but for a shower.
My brother said only poofters went there, ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 10:05 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:bully beef | pre-dawn | Australia | the bird of omen | not what you see | anit this and that | once when | the aged | the way it used to be | a horse | forget me not | I knew of a writer | a new society | conspiracy thinking | a calamitous night | cats | the failed writer | sunlit Cascais | Brexit 2 | dementia | the Norwegian club | epigram 5 |
Your love of my raspberries has resulted
in this late evening walk in headtorch,
to hedges of hazel and blackthorn,
far enough from home to foil ideas of return.
Aware of owls ripping through moonlight,
I kneel in damp fescue and sedge,
clutching this tilt trap of quantum uncertainty;
mouse or no mouse? that is the question.
The trap gate opens. You see ...
Friday 22nd February 2019 9:59 am
Also by Jonathan Humble:Then It Rains | Invitation To Move On | And Yet | Jigsaw |
Maybe one day you'll understand
Maybe one day you'll lend a hand
You'll be there to have my back
Without being asked you'll pick up the slack
Maybe one day you'll see what i see
You'll be the person who was always there for me
You won't make excuses and say i can't feel the way that you make me oh it is real
You don't take the time to go out of the way
To make me smile to m...
Friday 22nd February 2019 5:36 am
Fastly, swiftly, we run our race
The fire burns as we keep up the pace
Fly across the sky at night
An eagle flying in the red twilight
Then slow ---
Slow we flow
Slow like water
Slow like snow
How'd you know what your life's about
Up and down and in and out
Never stop and never go
The river's rest is slow to come
The eagle's nest is hidden from
The eagle's si...
Friday 22nd February 2019 5:25 am
Also by Duncan Adelaide:Balance Number 1 | Introduction to Love | PAGAN THE NIGHT - Vision the First |
is nothing is
free is the season
the beat of the tree
tell me a story
I cannot dream
I see a light bright
I cannot stay
outside the night.
Friday 22nd February 2019 4:15 am
Weigh the opinion
Thursday,22nd February 2019
Let there be a quality based preference
and always be given the reference
for its outstanding presentation
for humanity angle and relation
the literature is the fine medium
where prevails not only the wisdom
but cares for human values
and that is to be viewed by others
it comes from a healthy mind
Friday 22nd February 2019 3:32 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Love-domant force | Love to all andn | An eternal truth | The simple presentation | Regard for | Positive stance | Human heaven | What a joy! | Sleepless leace | The soul in the heart | Nation pays homage | Nation in rage | Born fighter | Heaven on earth | Not from weakness | Is poetry deceptive? | Voice of freedom | The life we lead | Despite being good | On her birthday | In the team | Reposition | Head of the family | Paradise here | Holier than | Join me there | Untimely critical phase | No pain to soul | Twists and turns | Speaks volumes | Role of human beings | Real joy | Natural objects | Smile with | Nature has turned deadly | With affection and care | Asylum seeker |
They put me in a shape that didn't fit
I'm not out of shape; just out of it
Hit me once just to try it
It was a hit so they milked it
We go from indifference
To bursting at the seams
A glitch of biology
Start the discussion
About the shape of the room
The emotional repercussions
Of all those angles
Cornering me a...
Friday 22nd February 2019 12:22 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:The People Adventure | Others | On Bandcamp | Consultants | Homespun | This | Executive time | New spoken word | Teacher Dreams | Tensile Strength | At lunch |
I hear my world better
when there are no words
closed library eyes see
eddying images churn
before being controlled
writing a new narrative
it’s kind of safer than
letting reality intrude
altered to glimmer
requiring the world to
turn on my direction
Friday 22nd February 2019 12:05 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Raincheck | Wardrobe Mistress - '85 | Cockatoo Chorus (Poetry for Schools) | Play me... | Yellow Daze |
Be more by doing less.
Accomplish more by taking a rest.
Taste more by eating slow.
What seems unlikely
may bring the greatest reward,
as when we treat our adversary
Big weeds grow from a tiny seed.
Infection comes from a small scratch.
Small acts deter disaster.
Humble beginnings can grow into greatness.
The wise one perceives potential...
Thursday 21st February 2019 11:50 pm
Also by Fernwood Press:Player Piano | Poem from One of Our New Collections |
I’ll never forget the day that I met Dawn from Didcot.
Her eyes like pools of fire, all watery and bloodshot.
I found her reminiscent of all of the four seasons.
For a very wide and varied number of notable reasons.
She was Reminiscent of Spring time, of April showers and dew.
Because every time she Shpoke, she shpat all over you.
She reminded me of Winter, of icic...
Thursday 21st February 2019 11:50 pm
Also by John McDonough:Autocorrect and predictive text ruined my chance of romance and sex | In love with a boy | Ten Thousand Pricks at her Fingertips | Monica Lewinsky | Mediocre Town | Box of Dark Things | Exit Stage Left | Truly Beloved Customer Care | The day you died all I felt was disappointment | Impulse | The Noise of War |
Just when it looks like
I'm making progress,
an hour and start to sp lit
(just like that)
and the other half
turns pretty ugly
Then it's me vs. me
Thursday 21st February 2019 11:36 pm
Also by Paris Tate:Sort of a Well Adjusted Adult, part II | Baking Soda | This Closure | The Stigma | Black Candles | When the DJ Played “Lovefool” on the First Night of Carnival Season in a New Orleans Nightclub, 2018 | The Storyteller | Scared | Before I'm Thirty | The Vanilla Girl | This It, Take It All | Ice Skating In New Orleans | Introvert's Day Off | Snapshots |
Is the shadow you cast from the sun
sent flooding from the moon?
A man can lose his mind in under a minute
from a lifetime
of non-locality and shadows
become his heroes.
He saw the space inside people,
The vast airs within atoms,
The insubstantial chasm
Like flying deserts in tiny skies
And he thought himself into oblivion.
We are the monster...
Thursday 21st February 2019 10:07 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Man Bites Dog | For The Girl Who Likes Listening To Hearts | T-Rex In Tank With Painted Bones | Sentience | The Sea As Sigil | An Accidental and Almost-Fatal Invocation | Cage Of Echoes | The Migration Of Shadows | Airstrike From The Eleventh Density | Tectonic | Spine Fire (Instructions For Survivors Of Kundalini) | The Ghosts We Haunt | The Dark At The End Of The Tunnel | This Corpse Eats The Stars With Bloody Feet | A Nightmare Room Made Of Broken Glass And Spider's Legs | Someone At The Door |
Dried up, shrivelled, exposed, weather-beaten,
This wasting away of the body afflicts with decay
The hey-ho day of the day-to-day. Friends desert us quite,
And no quenching returns
All that was rubbed away, like stains that do not dry
Wither, languish, and decay. Time pines away.
In this quagmire, this swamp of guilt, regret,
Spilt water, wine: I forget which itch of memory did the da...
Thursday 21st February 2019 10:05 pm
Also by John E Marks:Rhapsody | A haunting | Vestiges | Bounty | AMHARIC | The false economies of love | Stippled sky | the canal predicts | PASSING STRANGE | Remains | Seer | Occasional flowers | From woman better things spring | For Kassia: a bold and beautiful Byzantine poet | Alternative histories | Time's fool | An unholy curiosity | Elegy for Anna | SOLVING | Oscar goes to the zoo | On the way to the dance | Wild is the Way | Stutterer | The Scylla, | Pain | There is no patriotic art, just grievance | The swinging bridge | Just deserts | Heavenly | To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux - dedicated to my good friend, Jacob | Why we need to fly (for my good friend, Jacob) | Ch-ch-changes | Pouring out the vitriol |
Mi amor, sombrío y azul, como el infinito,
Si lo hubieras conocido, lo hubieras amado tanto como yo.
Mi vida da vueltas a su alrededor,
lo cubro con mis brazos, lo aparto de ellos.
No importa nada, si no es sobre él,
mis ojos solo ven a aquel niño de azul.
Tengo miedo, de abrir los ojos y jamás escucharte, de caminar lento al lado tuyo y perderte al marcharte.
Di mi nombre y abre tus...
Thursday 21st February 2019 9:39 pm
Also by Alexa Paola:Weird Suffering |
Near Kingswear town there stands a tree
That stand alone and waits for me
To take the track back to the sea
The way down by The Mewstone
Past the beacon in the corn
Built for every seaman born
To the works of war forlorn
At bay down by The Mewstone
Above the rocks - beneath the pine
Look-outs lost in leaf and vine
Still staring out in dark design
Thursday 21st February 2019 8:55 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:MARKING TIME | KISS OFF | KEEP IT SIMPLE | DYING FOR A FAG | AN IRISH REJOICING - song | MRI | DIVERSE DETERMINATIONS | FOR THE BIRDS | AN IRISH REJOICING |
Who spared a glance
at the man of dignity
striding tall down Portobello
through Thursday and Friday
in a dapper blue suit,
shirt and tie,
black shine shoes,
walking cane and trilby?
Standing at the corner of the Grove
peas and rice
and that ganja
he never smoked back home
in Guinea Bissau.
Thursday 21st February 2019 7:08 pm
Also by Rick:Through a Glass, Pinkly, | Ma Chouette | By Train |
Butterfly's and nerves
Anxious and scared
Excited and giddy
Our first date in our city.
Head stuck in the past
From the memories of poison gas
Feelings of disbelief
And hoping it will pass.
This man seems
tender 'honest and caring
From the first phone call
He has not stopped sharing.
I seen photo's of kid's
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:41 pm
Also by Lysa d:ANGER | Single mom's | Ready ;-) | I just want my mum | We are all apart of art | Blowing hot and cold | Mistaken | Grounded | Shame | Authentic self |
( In response to an ITV Documentary attempting character assassination
"The trouble with Derek"
about former Liverpool City Council's Deputy Leader Derek Hatton and the furore of his recent re-joining of the Labour Party )
The trouble with Derek :
was that he was a socialist
that he was a militant Socialist
The trouble with Derek
was that he was working class,
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:16 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:The trouble with Derek | Cheap not cheerful Inner city development | Not for me another love | Mirror mirror | Thyme | Accidental Curator | Translations | Aphasia or inebriated spoke schism |
An Aussie Farmer's Lot.
Ah ! the sumptuosity of blessed
the thoughts of carnal knowledge
as we hurry to undress
But soft; I hear the lowing
of an agitated cow,
such trial and tribulation
weigh heavy on my brow
Pray hold the moment madam
whilst I service Daisy-Bell
then take a soapy shower
to eradicate the smell !
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:03 pm
Also by David Gabriel Caplan:The Spark ! | Talking with god | Haiku (Thailand) | Monochrome Days: (Poetry for Schools) | The Cockroach (Poetry for Schools) | Meltdown | Overlooked |
Slighted by the curse of autism
he was a delightful and cheerful lad
Tall, handsome with personal charm
nothing seemed to daunt or depress him
A manifestation of good manners
a willing helper, seldom dull or downcast
Thick lensed glasses accentuated his eyes
blue and clear, a glimpse of his inner self
Bright, observant with concealed talent
he lived in...
Thursday 21st February 2019 1:48 pm
Also by keith jeffries:La Libreria (The Bookshop) | The Purge of Victory | He Sleeps in a Box | A Large Wooden Door | The Spring Offensive | The Beast | All will be well | Aerials | National Character | The Sugar Bowl |
In the sun's mid-day heat
I see the tall field grasses flow, swell
and come towards me in waves
surging before the day's wind
the seed-head spume constantly bowing
seems to fall on the field strand where I stand.
The rhythmic onslaught of the waves
continues through the long afternoon -
a tide of wind-driven swells and rollers
always flowing to my feet, w...
Thursday 21st February 2019 12:34 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Y Lolfa | When She Left | The Shed | The Old Field Gate | Snow Fields | Dyn Hysbys |
Sunshine in a tumbler, give me a little of your glow.
Make my shadow sweat
Pierce me with those rays , deep enough to scrape the sadness off my brittle soul
And let sunflowers grow in their place
O how I wish to understand the makings of you
Why you decide to go away too long that the nights become unbearable and the moon imposes the tides on me.
Come on over here and give me tha...
Thursday 21st February 2019 12:11 pm
Cursed is the air I breathe,
It carries words fouled by lies,
For myself she will never grieve,
But knowing her, no surprise.
Color of blood and bone,
But of course lacking both,
She speaks through my lips of stone,
I wish to tell but she is loath,
And so the skeleton hand grips mine,
My creation can now create,
Why she, the most cruel design,
Thursday 21st February 2019 4:15 am
I want you to know that I don't want to do this.
I want you to know that I never wanted it to be this way.
That I loved you with all of my heart.
That I would hold on forever if you let me.
But it has become painstaking clear
That I am holding on to something that is already long gone.
I cannot keep watching, waiting, listening
For a sound I will not hear, a time that will not come;
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:37 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Dreaming | The Ultimate Blanket Fort | Dreams |
"Millionaires" we called it.
A reference to the way we felt when we emerged from the mud.
It's where we gathered to cool off, a small creek with a waterfall and mineral mud we liked to smear on our bodies.
We were soldiers, aid workers, doctors - far from home.
Our job to monitor peace and end suffering in a land where western greed built a mine and turned people against themselves.
Wednesday 20th February 2019 9:32 pm
Also by Kate G:Catch the wind | Pay attention | Silent soapbox | Labrat |
I can almost see it in my mind So clear and yet so far How do i get there How do I get to where you are How do you feel when the beauty is encompassed all around you? Is it too much too bear? Does it all really just fall away? I can hear it, the soft crashing now The breeze blowing through those golden stalks Your skin as soft as velvet do you finally feel complete? You always dreamed yo...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:42 pm
Don't leave your laughter
lying around here
it is contagious and
might infect others
we wouldn't want
people enjoying themselves
and having fun
it could spread like wildfire
rampant and unchecked
run amok and carefree
it may make the world
a better place
and we wouldn't want that
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:34 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Ghost writer | Gentle caress | Hiding amongst the molecules | Beyond this place | My Realm |
When the bough breaks
And falls to the fathomless earth
When the ground shakes
And it feels like rebirth
Do we look to the skies
With tear stained eyes
Or swallow the bread
And bury our dead.
Is life the only slot
To protect from this blinding spot
Or are we energy
To fly back to the heavens.
There’s no answer
Only faith to relive
The only a...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:28 pm
Also by Phil Kay:(untitled) | Homage to Shane | Life and death the only real question. | Bach | Ugly | Son | Panama Love | The Oxygen thief | Soul? | Light | Stories to tell early 1980 | 68 Grafton St 1977 | Fiery heart | Lost love | My Son | Free the mind | Amsterdam 1982 | Reflection refraction. | Kill Them All | pub | (untitled) | A night out in Jack Dempsy's bar New York. 1980. | So I Hit Him | They're Only Words. | Last Night. |
Sometimes I find myself in a place
where you and I were once
together and I am overcome
by the memories of what
we once were.
Wednesday 20th February 2019 7:10 pm
Also by j.k. Ren:ENERGY | Heart & Soul | Let Him Go |
God is for people who are ashamed of what they have done,
Because they agree they can wash away all their sins,
By killing God's only son,
Only myself can judge me because I'm not ruled by God,
Because I have made myself happy and free,
99 point 9 % are all sinners,
They will find themselves to be losers,
We will be the winners,
To free the people of this world who are kind but in pain,
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:25 pm
Also by Pip Thomas:Genius mind | Loony bin | Peace of mind | Back to front | Gerry my friend | Band of brothers | Black bird in a cage | liers and cheats |
REMEMBERING THE HOLOCAUST
Honouring Holocaust victims
on the evening of last Monday week
reliving unspeakable horrors
through articulate rhyme and speech
we were made aware and reminded
listening silent in mournful array
those despicable thoughts
fired by hate long ago
lurk latent in hearts still today.
Awakened from restive slumber
"New Order" perverted beliefs
will repeat ol...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:22 pm
Also by ken eaton-dykes:(untitled) |
of a whispered rack, lashed
against obsidian history
these ropes weren't made to slip over my wrists
but that's what god invented nails for.
breaking , split gut and glowsticks
cured ham and other salted relics :
tiger traps to tiptoe over
the weight of legends heavier
than bruised absconding feet
Wednesday 20th February 2019 2:56 pm
When upon the surface of the earth
pebbles meet a pounding sea,
sit facing me and, eyes blindfold,
pick one and drop it in the space between
your pretty feet, my creaking knees.
We’ve played before, a simple game:
agree the duration of the hunt,
measured as the time it takes for, say,
three cycles of the breakers’ rush
from crashing crest to sucked-ba...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 1:02 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:Seaside Thoughts | UNDERFOOT |
Martin's missing sweatshirt
is no longer lost
so he won't be incurring
the replacement cost
But if he did
there'd be change from a quid
Wednesday 20th February 2019 11:54 am
Also by Brian Maryon:The Magnificent Seven (?) | Martin's Knee | The Man Upstairs | Everything You Need to Know About Gloucester | Ronnie's Pants (and so is his bowling) |