Poetry Blogs (Mar 2019)
Waves of colours cruising across the passage of time..
Crimson violent rages of youth determined to wipe out grime..
Yet xanthous cowardly and naive
To unlearn safe lessons to
Uplifting hues of orange turns addictive..
Materialism and fame gets alliterative
Leaden grey old age brings listful weariness..
Rainbows of life are mere shades of misery and ecstatic happiness...
Thursday 21st March 2019 9:17 am
Also by mona s:Escape | Ocean | The haunted | Handcuff | Paralysed - A monorhyme | Right to write | Like me.. | Enchanting | Someday | Soul mates | Depression | The tracks | The far away | The farewell | Restless soul |
I`m a stallion
Once run for miles
To cover a mare
Tamed pulling a cart
I have lost the spirit
When the man whips me
It because he hates his wife
I think of hay.
Thursday 21st March 2019 8:41 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:identity | winners and losers | the great war and India | surrogate | the oldies blog | the burning | re-remembered | chicken and fado | the long walk | in the beginning | page fifteen | meteorology | flying things | ploughing | we, conjurers | forenoon show | senryu |
As she cracks, water
Gushes from her open veins
To nourish new growth
Thursday 21st March 2019 8:34 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:Who's Got Your Back? | Mountain | Walking Backwards and Getting There (3) | Still Walking Backwards (2) | Walking Backwards |
WOL's Blogslide Causing Problems
Post a poem at the top and it slowly slides down. Hence 'blogslide'
WOL's blogslide, it limits me
To one poem each day
And if I go post more than this
The previous slips away
It's causing me great problems
Why? because my mind
Won't slow down it's neural clock
New poems always finds
Can you imagine pile-up?...
Thursday 21st March 2019 7:25 am
Also by Don Matthews:The Age of of Entitlement | Vultures Circling | Good Onya | It's Shit Not Shite | This Rhyme Upsets the Rhymer – Understanding Bipolar Disorder | Adut Akech, Depression and Mental Heath | Sadly More Noteworthy | Please Flush | And the Earth Sighed... | How Do I Solve This Battle? | So What Do You Want me To Write About? | Harrods Escalator and The Girl with Torn Jeans | Australian Government. Tell Oil Companies GTFO Our Great Australian Bight | Our Thoughts and Prayers Are With You | Why Haven't We Been Invited To Our Neighbour's Sex Party? | I Am No Better Than You | Would They? | Cardinal Pell, Burn in Hell |
I should have told you this a long time ago
I miss the alcohol on your breath
I should've never let you out that day
I should have hold you down in the bed
Should have told you how much you meant to me
Never regretted much but these things I do
If I could go back I would hug you tight
I'd never let go of you, have faith in me
I'll always be forever yours
All the promises my love I've ...
Thursday 21st March 2019 12:40 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Lovely Room of Death | The Black Annis | Pink Sundays | Relapsing, Pure Misery | Words of The Waiting Man 28 | Falling Into Pieces | Dreaming of Firefly | Memento Mori | The Old Ones | Unreleased Poem | A Letter To Firefly | Love Me Please? | This Is Decaying Alive | Cafe of Blues Coffee (Roots) | Firefly | Dying In My Sleep |
Panting by sue cuthbert. I'm unable to put my own up at the moment as I can't figure out the editing software.
Her blog is http://www.suecuthbertpaintings.co.uk
A self portrait that can't be seen by the eyes but is painted in the eyes.
Wednesday 20th March 2019 11:40 pm
Also by Daniel King:Fragments 7 | Fragments 6 | Fragments 5 | Fragments 4 | Fragments 3 | RED POETRY | Fragments 2 | Fragments 1 | Fragments |
that I may no longer let myself
fix my gaze, or let a glimpse alight,
on old, ever-treasured photographs:
those you lit with light brown eyes and
gently reddened lips together forming
envied smiles, talk of the town for
miles around; you scarcely knew
the purpose of a practised frown,
how to sully, spoil a face;
in hidden plac...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 11:24 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:LOST CONNECTIONS | TREES IN WINTER | CAROUSELS |
Don't look now
but here comes Julie Christie in mourning;
Nick Roeg is a flash of colour in a gondola.
Those doe eyes of Donald Sutherland
beseeching flocks of birds up the canals
escaping his presentiments
reflected in mosaics
that shatter dreams of old sinking doges
in wet flannel palaces.
Your ticket will soon expire,
best drop it and clear out
before the e...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 10:12 pm
Also by ray pool:SAME OLD SONG | HAWK WIND | WAIT HERE FOR INFINITY | CHILDREN'S TOYS | THE DISTANCE OF AGE | SKID ROW |
It was the last night I called again for help
It was the last night you refused to do as they asked
It was the last night I sat with you holding your hand
It was the last night I asked you if you were ok
As we drove away you stared to fade
Your eyes closing shut and your breath became softer
Th ambulance man said "Anne open your eyes, wake up!"
With that you jumped and shouted back "MY EYES...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 8:29 pm
She waits on a distant shore
Day after plain day she looks to the horizon
Stars in the sky ships far out to sea unseen
Anywhere her eye cannot see her plain life
Falling stars and comets delight
While her solemn red heart seeks light
In the dark of the night stars are brightest
When seen together in loving quest
She is lovely but invisible to her self
Transparent feelings without...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 7:47 pm
Lightly the young girl dances
around a bonfire; proud of her prized wisdom
While the old man humbly weeps
over all the things unknown; ever, now and hence.
Surely the innocent fawn prances
haughty and ignorant of the looming doom
as the hollow-eyed, huntsman peeps
through the dense foliage of iron-wrought prudence.
Wednesday 20th March 2019 7:36 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:The Life Dreamt | Dream (meant mostly for the delusional or the happy) | Crossing Over to the Other Side |
Someday I wish to be a memory
Something you think was so sweet
I know that at times it seemed I didn’t care
But you meant everything, I swear
I wanted to hold you, love you, and show you everything
But all I did was wait
I wanted to be there, see that you would be there with me
But it was just too late
I’m praying that love finds its way
To my heart, one day
I know th...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 6:49 pm
Adopting an agnostic avian attitude towards the flight of religion,
Islam appears like a hawk, Christianity - a tame pigeon.
It's for sure there'd be hands raised in something like hysteria
At any suggestion of building churches in distant Syria,
Whilst there's no doubt there also exists an excluding ban
On any subject similar in the ayatollahs' Iran;
And there's no sign whatever...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 5:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:BETTER | WHAT IS...? (with a slight nod to W.H. Davies) | CHARGE! | LADIES - YOU'RE HAVING A LAUGH | THE RACING STABLE | HERO AND COWARD |
There’s a town in the US that owes its continuing prosperity to railways. It isn’t a significant junction of major routes; it never built trains as we have Crewe or Swindon; and it has no history like Stockton or Darlington.
What it does have are themed hotels and restaurants, souvenir and bookshops – a whole industry ensnaring millions of dollars.
It owes its prosperity to the power of thr...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 4:46 pm
Also by John Coopey:OUR GERT KNOWS BEST | PRIAPUS | NOT THEIR FINEST HOUR | THE WORST SCHOOL IN THE COUNTRY | SHE | GAYS | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |
watery stair rods
virtually owning the outdoors
continuing their ways to riddance and return
with the noise of miseries translation
with the ruination of dry weekend plans
oh! the uncertainty!
such a deluge!
has something so sad
happened in heaven that the sky cannot stop crying?
God hasn't died has he!?...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 1:50 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:My go-for-it(!) Grandmother | Demand and delivered! |
Some Friends are necessary for life.
As the air. As the water and food
Those friends, help us, to survive
In our hearts running, same as blood
They offer faithful trusted advice
And always keep the shining smile
Show satisfaction pureily, so nice
Have bounties tool, deeply as Nile
They never get argument to complain
They ever look for the cheerful talk to ...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:57 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:Humankind | HELP!! | دكتور عصافير (VET) | You're Welcome |
A mouse in the house
meant the cat should have pounced
but the cat was asleep
and the mouse unannounced
Then the man of the house
planted bait for the mouse
and the mouse soon found out
its death was pronounced!
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:34 pm
Also by d.knape:Song Effects | Cars | Once We Were Gods | Shoes | Sooner Or Later | Point Of No Return | WD-40 | Horseback | Frosted Flakes Are Never Falling | When The Cows Come Home | Football Is King | Endangered Poets | Adobes | Stop Signs | Blood Pressure | Rumors Of My Demise | Wounded Heart | New Book |
breadcrumbs white and powdery
decorate the forest floor
yeasty mushrooms one and all
a tantalising trail
I have left to tempt you near
I lie in wait amidst a copse of trees
pungent leaves damp against my zippered front
sunlight gently drawing shapes across my pixie face
as one would occupy a child who must learn patience
for it is a game of patience that I play
this game where I wa...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:22 pm
I am C.E.O
Wednesday,20th March 2019
I am a saintly figure
and chief advisor
C.E.O and founder
and defender of literature
does that look funny?
no, it has been proved already
no one can raise head!
or with dissent say a word
You have to fall in line
and define things like my vision
let all people come under my shelter
and get certified as poet ...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 3:16 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Sink with | Sentry on guard | Withdraw | Bow my head | Poetry is a rare gift | No, you are out | Why do I write? | Listen to your own | Love and gesture | Only way as | Enough to be | Your words | Independence struggle | Feel right | Heart falls | Illusion since long | You damned it | Peace | Fire withtin | Let love grow | Chose honestly | Fully content | I praise | Life, not worth | Life not worth | Omni presence | With new beginning | Such is the definition | Peace-self first | No miser | Tolerance power and | O! lovely flower | Not powerless | To other world | I bow down to the motherland | Yes dear | Vaccum | Silence-own color | life in confusion | Cause in relation | The time may fill | Counsel at | Forget an animosity | Golden rays on earth | Being human here | Feel good | An appeal | The silence | Smile at lovers | No violence to |
I took a trip to the wildest place
Where no one could deceive me.
It was a place nearer hell
I know you won’t believe me.
The walls shone so bright
Only the skirl could make me free.
So I sold my soul with greatest ease
So I should never have to see.
And we danced once again.
To the sound of the pipes of Dublin.
To the sound of the pipes of Du...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 3:09 am
Also by Phil Kay:Your seven | Soul (less) | Chemo Pharmacopeia | Surfing the sky | Dance | Cancer | Days | Freedom of the mind. | Spring | The Anti Shanty 2016 | Vancouver 24 hour of love 1980 | Scream me a proverb | My Son my sun | Slice of heaven Sydney 1987 | Spring | Survival | New York 1979 | Mr Fate | Duality | Cancer | Heart on fire | Recruitment Office 1979 | Grandad 1930 | Shame |
I have this collection of wooden
birds from Bolivia. Parrot,
toucan, woodpecker, hummingbird,
owl, goose, duck, flamingo and a flock
of small, nameless warblers
perch on convenient spaces
around my apartment. All native
to South America, they stir
memories and fill this indoor
air with silent song. On my last
trip to La Paz, I noticed a few
wooden platypuses for s...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:33 am
Also by Fernwood Press:Poem 64 of "Because of This" | Poem 64 of "Because of This" | There is a Later Train | It's a Miracle, I Tell You | Come Down from the Clouds |
A rock, a hard place, an impossible choice
A voice of reason or one of despair?
The stark realisation that you have no voice
As you concede defeat on a road to nowhere.
Around in circles your thoughts and feelings
The pro’s and cons continually revisited
Over and over, back and forth, looking for solutions but with options limited.
Between the Devil and the deep blue sea
A rock and a h...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 11:19 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Driving Miss Maisie | What’s more Important? | I fell in love with a Senior Citizen | BATTERY HEN | Questions and Answers |
She cried as if she was three again
This competent, clever, caring woman
Her practice all-emergency work now
Mental illness, deserted children, dead souls,
Spice, Meth, Horse, Booze, Weed, E.
Foul defilements, rapes, violence, tears.
People living in fear
Do you hear?
People scared to fall asleep!!
You who live in the comfort zone,
Of pensions, savings, ...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 11:18 pm
Also by John E Marks:Empty streets | Tuesday 4th August 1914 | SUTTEE..... | THE ÊZIDI GENOCIDE 2014 Mount Sinjar Iraq | The greatest gift | Sad-eyed lady | Spending Time | Ripple | Treatment | Love the one you're with | CHEMOTHERAPY | All that love can do | The Resurrection of the Dead | The Unwritten | Heart of Gold | 17.4 million | Wolf children | Forget-Me-Not | Blues | Down the pub | Soldier of fortune | Kassia | The kalash | see that my grave is kept clean | Wild | Tin Drum | The valley | As you please | A withering wind | Knife crime | Continue to be kind | Good Evening | Council House Kid | Thelema |
Poems (or words to that effect)
rummage through the
relationships of those
that I have wrecked;
with bleeding intent,
wordfull and contrite,
sincerity now all spent.
A term I seldom use
Packed in tight
A voice declares
Tuesday 19th March 2019 9:58 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Knock - Knock | Wipers in D minor | Mum | The Votive Offering | I never sleep when... |
The words don't flow as they used to
The lines don't form as well
My mind seems stuck in idle
Awaiting thoughts to swell
Each day I live, I see so much
It should inspire something
Yet when I sit to write it out
My brain comes up with nothing
Tuesday 19th March 2019 9:08 pm
Also by Lisa Bassignani:I, Capricorn | The Darkness of the Night | 'untitled' | Drowning (In Depression) |
the long stretch
of a country road
with I and I
we call Memory
in the passenger seat.
to the house
where we first met,
hoping to send me back.
known better, ...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 3:23 pm
Why is it that pain weighs more on the heart than anything else?
This is the cruelty that life continuously sells.
Where can I hide a boulder that can be easily seen?
For a forest has grown from my planting of a tiny bean.
Where shall I run to let the tears run dry?
Don’t spend the time my friends trying to find out the why.
For it is better to release what has been ...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 3:14 pm
Also by Ty:FORGIVENESS |
Capuchin Monkeys, wash their feet, using their own wee
Three percent of Antarctic ice, is made up of Penguin pee
When Dragonflies mate, their tails link and form the shape of a heart
Whilst the Kangaroo is able to swim, the poor thing is unable to fart
Elephants can regulate their body heat just by flapping their ears
When a snail decides, it’s time for a kip, it can sleep for ...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 1:19 pm
Also by John McDonough:Was it a waste of an egg? | DIYing | The Bully | I Hate Cats! | A Woman Without Her Man | Knife Crimes | Ee By Gum | Rough Justice at Durnford Street High |
Through my bleeding heart I cry
My eyes only seeing red
Silent tingles through my body I see you
I see my once happiness through your eyes
My body begins to overheat
But then you speak
Your words feeling as a bandage taping up my heart
I see clarity
In order for me to reach normal temp again
I must forgive
Being angry you consume a lot of pain
So tomorrow I will he...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 12:20 pm
No sooner had we landed when, at a loss,
we struck out for the islands. not by airplane –
wheels on the shallows – but in the drink, again
cast off into the Med, each a Pangloss –
ebulliance deranged – sailed for Paxos,
island of the shotgun, Easter rain
whose white chalk gulleys and a firefly lane
lit us home through the olive alleys, moss.
O’Hara was right to remind us of Pan,
Tuesday 19th March 2019 9:36 am
Also by Dominic James:Who we were and now own |
Everyone said how smart he looked
with his clean clothes and new haircut
as he went out on his final night
And on his return at curfew
they said he was happier than he'd ever been
with no clue that he'd lost the fight
Found slumped in his chair at the table
where he wrote poetry and song lyrics
but that night the only thing he wrote
was an unfinished unsigned s...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 7:52 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Playing The Hand You've Been Dealt | Time to see the priest |
In the wreckage of a house clearance,
old acrylic eyelashes flash a recognition,
as a face distorts in a fractured glass eye,
framed on gesso and northern white pine.
Flanks stippled, like a stormy summer,
a torn rosette from a forgotten fete,
the abandoned joy of a girl laughing,
urging more speed with giddying shrieks.
Fingers trace words etched in brass,
Tuesday 19th March 2019 6:57 am
Also by Jonathan Humble:Fireweed | Remember Me | Secrets Of Men | The Copenhagen Interpretation of E-mails (after Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg) | On Good Days |
We were good for so long
But when it all went down it really did
I feel everything I would hope I wouldn't again
Anger all yoy want
Create all the negative you want
But don't miss me when I am gone
Tuesday 19th March 2019 5:07 am
Also by Cynthia Haz:yeah I've got issues | self esteem | Little Girl |
I'm not sure I have a sword strong enough to fend off the axe
I only have the arsenal of time spent slack
I have only armor made of pretty wax
Scented like the yellow glitter roll-on
I'm no one's sap
I'm a sap for all
Everything has its value
Everything has its flaws
I just get nervous when I argue
Can't we all get along
Do I have to slice a scar
Down from your e...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 2:00 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:The Land of the P's |
spring defies winter
ibaraki's acid bruise
piercing litmus noise
detune freezing radio
submission to fleeting hope
Monday 18th March 2019 5:06 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:even though it's all switched off, a constant hum |
Evil predators strike
places of worship
killing assembled praying
easy targets slain
millions replace victims
each praying harder
condemning barbaric atrocities.
Guilty as charged
murderers stand unaffected
bible placed inside
grey stone cells
anxious spirits inflict
inhuman silent screaming
life sentences passed.
Monday 18th March 2019 3:54 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:The Waiting Game | Chasing Dreams |
CROSSING THE MYCALE STRAIT [A REFUGEES TALE]
From above Kusadasi harbour
On a hot July day,
I watch while a 10-metre fishing boat
Sails slowly across the bay.
Monday 18th March 2019 3:14 pm
Also by trevor homer:IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE | I DREAM IN POETRY | I WAS LISTENING TO NEIL YOUNG ON THE RADIO |
She stares at the ocean.
The waves crashing and falling.
Crumbling, Like an avalanche.
Everything falling apart.
For you can’t ride the boat.
You are imobile.
People do everything for you.
A King they would murmur.
Chasing you, begging for your attention.
Although you fear publicity.
But when that crocodile ran you up that tree
did you dare to b...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:05 pm
They shut the pits down long before
they closed the shipyard doors.
The steel that we were promised never came.
Then they said they’d dock our dole,
because we weren’t at home,
available for work that wasn’t there.
For twenty-seven days we marched,
just trying to be heard,
but government can only hear the rich.
Three hundred miles and all for nowt.
We might have bloody known.
Monday 18th March 2019 1:25 pm
Chaos seems the wrong first word:
and nothing moving e'er occurred
Chaos speaks to me of chance:
that happen in time's dance
So before chaos, ah, but stop -
stasis as creation's dark backdrop
Some cosmic joggle, as if perhaps
Monday 18th March 2019 10:57 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Stranded High | Aubade |
My father used to drink Heineken.
Naturally, when I was old enough to drink, I too drank Heineken.
He used to smoke cigarettes, though he hid this addiction well.
So, when I was old enough to understand that this caused his death,
I vowed to never pick one up.
He would always give to beggars and assist strangers in need,
Even when he knew that it might be to the detriment of his ...
Monday 18th March 2019 10:54 am
Why did I decide to fall
face first on to a concrete heart,
Why do I let myself think that
for maybe just a moment someone might actually want me.
Monday 18th March 2019 10:53 am
I wanted to do a poem today to provoke a thought or thinking about the insanity of taking drugs. I have known many people succumb to Heroin and painkillers, alcohol and it all seems so futile I myself suffered with addiction through mental illness. Its a terrible thing and very dark. So here is my attempt at describing this disease.
Bereft of feeling
Stare into the abyss
Monday 18th March 2019 9:20 am
Also by Daemon Cantrell:Cadence | Brexit |
What was the chance i did know you ?
What was the chance we did be friends ?
What was the serendipity of me been in awe of you
But here i am expressing how it feels
From your smile that captivates the and got me tripping every moment
You are a manifestation of astonishing beauty
A dime + 99 equals you
Your eyes are irresistibly stunning
With the body of a goddess
Monday 18th March 2019 8:59 am
in the rush of the city,
the uncertainty, the sorrow, the pain,
there is a haven peculiar and pretty
that shines a light on us
the walls, so high, they gather the light
during the day
it radiates through the surfaces,
and when the sun sets down
it warms the night
and the minds flow
when music feeds the souls
and passes strenuous thoughts
turning them into red triangl...
Monday 18th March 2019 8:16 am
Friendly drinks with a party of strangers,
concocted to poison one’s composition,
led me to cold wet grass under some stars.
My figure sank deep into the dark horizon,
I twisted skyward to breathe in bleak cosmos.
This is how I stumbled upon my new religion.
Awake now, I lived in accord with this religion.
God’s terrific eyes stared from the faces of strangers;
otherworldly airships desc...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:19 am
Also by John Flowers:Wisdom Removal | Catalog of Stars |
Wonder how many times
I climed the fence
To another day of mine in hell
I guess it's fine when you are blind
Inhale, it's okay.
Wonder how many times
I lost myself
Under deep unconsciousness
Of lonely self.
Just to fit in with them
Not being you is death
Trying hard to be like them
Wasting who I am
What a wonderful day
To feel l...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:10 am
A soldier stands before the dawn, awaiting his fate in silence
A cock crows, of years bygone, taste of coffee, muscles tense
The feel of the family flag, its tattered shreds bring sorrow
The sergeant cries, the captain barks, their bold words ring hollow
He dreams of long lost battles, where his forefathers in solace tread
Their memories bound in simple cloth, fading colors tribute to the...
Sunday 17th March 2019 8:31 pm
Also by Heart of Lead:Of Gods and Pharaohs | His Eyes |
Her broken heart scatters like petals in the breeze
As shards they sought and collected by the lowly,
guarded in vessels of hope,
awaiting the hearts spring that it may bloom anew
Sunday 17th March 2019 6:42 pm
"I talked to her
and she kissed me too."
"Are you insane?
It can't be true.
You are a simple soul
undone by grief.
Or was it a dream?"
"Nay, Nay, she came.
She looked at me and smiled.
Her contenance was light
and I stood bewildered
until she called my name.
I wept and shrieked,
'After all these days
You finally speak!
Tell me the reason
why you le...
Sunday 17th March 2019 2:37 pm