Poetry Blogs (May 2019)
Dedicated to the enduring memory of:
Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca,
1896 - 1936, gypsy, homosexual, poet, anti-fascist
murdered by fascist militia in Granada, Al-Andalus.
Lorca’s blood wedding
full of vaginas bleeding
into the lemon-tree- soil of suffering spain
reminds me of nothing more than the toil, toil, toil
of life in Al-Andalus.
Friday 31st May 2019 11:38 pm
Also by John E Marks:Mary Cigarettes (1959 - 2019) | The sound of silence | SUNSHINE DAYDREAM | A benediction of bones | Forever young | An unwarranted intrusion | The epistemology of blue | Life on Mars | Aftermath | Pete | The roses of Andalusia | Coastal blues | For my mother | Mensch | MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE | Savant Song | Space-time | Place of recovery | ANGELUS BELL | The meaning of the seas | Humid nightmare lute musik | The beautiful, sublime | Chasing the butterfly, catching the lion | A moment of vision | Our endless, numbered days | Mediterranean | The merry, merry month of May | Seeing things | A Litany for the Living | Sketches in a minor key | Diagnosis | KINVARA ROAD 1986 | Seppuku* | Mondays on the Moon | KEEPING THE FAITH | BITE YOUR TONGUE | A re-creation | Go tell the Riverman | Moses Maimonides 1135 - 1204 |
True friends laugh
when you laugh
Cry when you hurt
Know your favourite colour
The cut of your skirt (or shirt)
They feel when your down
And know when it’s real
See all the signs when
you’ve had a rough deal
When you’re far apart
Their best wishes they send
You know it’s genuine ‘cos
It’s from a really true friend
The Urban Poet 2019
Friday 31st May 2019 11:13 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Boring little old Me | The Goal | On This Day | The 24/7 365 Cell | Set ‘em up Joe (tribute to Doris Day) | ODE TO ARCHIE | Eclectic Mix | Four Lines | Parenthood |
The value of forgiveness
is not forgotten.
nor does it wash away all hurt
from the memory within.
It is released from the vice
but still it echoes with
the resonence of regret.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Friday 31st May 2019 11:06 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Plausible Deniability | Editorial | Plausible deniability | Wipers In D minor | Password Reset |
Doctors are being driven to despair,
As a crisis unfolds in health care.
The system is creaking at the seams,
Disillusioned doctors leaving early to pursue retirement dreams.
Surgeries closing at the rate of two a week,
440 G.P.s lost last year as their pressures peak.
As our growing and ageing population does soar,
If the G.P. service fails,the N.H.S. could be no more....
Friday 31st May 2019 9:23 pm
Also by hugh:A lucky escape on the X43 bus from Manchester to Burnley on the motorway near Bury |
No matter where I tread
Or how high I lift my feet
Stinking piles block the way
Some are very deep.
I don't bother stepping over
No left, right, in-between
There'll be a new one in it's place
So hard to keep things clean.
Shoveling all day and night
Trying to make it through
These landmines of emotions
Left behind by you.
The plot I tilled and furrowed
Friday 31st May 2019 9:17 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:True Love | Tanka | Dream | Mr. Melancholy | Pride | Clickety Clique | Your Vagueness Is | Kentucky Derby 2019 | Procrastinator's Perplexity | Carnival |
Uncle Fred, recently dead
came back suddenly to life
at number 32 Tavistock Crescent
and made a mockery of the present
while trams went by with a metal sigh,
and our hands were joined as we held our breath.
The tiny voice began to issue
from somewhere near the aspidistra
while Mrs Mulvaney in a velvet dress
appeared to be in some distress,
and the trams went by w...
Friday 31st May 2019 8:14 pm
Also by ray pool:CONFESSIONAL | FLY PIGEON | CLOSING THE CIRCLE | THE OFFICIAL VERSION OF EVENTS | HI HAIKU | ANTEDISESTABLISHMENT VEGETARIANISM | A JOCULAR AND DERISIVE POEM WHAT I WROTE WITH A SUITABLY LONG TITLE TO GET EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION - CLEVER EH? | TAKING THE PLUNGE |
Bondi Bruce here
just been listening
to those Holy Mollies
Outside of Bruces beech
bar. Giving it plenty of oomph
they were, a hymn here or a
prayer over there, and the chants.
Even made me feel guilty just for
taking the good sea air in me lungs.
Streuth, they gave me some dodgy
glances when I started pulling out the
tabs on me tinnies. ...
Friday 31st May 2019 7:08 pm
I'm an emergency exit that
You can never truly go out with
So tell me what is so great about him
Is it that he's a bad boy and you're addicted
I wanted to get lost in your eyes spend the day with you
Then I realized I'm nothing but a heartache
That will drown in his own misery
Find someone that I could call a friend
Damn it I just wanted to get lost in your eyes
Admit it I'm too swee...
Friday 31st May 2019 5:42 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Rose | Hazelnut Cakes | Unholy | Jukebox Kid | Chemicals | Sulphur | The Monster of Ingolstadt | Grave of the Fireflies |
The bird who lost both wings
There was a bird once from the blacklands
Of Khem. that ibis metropolis where one
morning as the sun set sail
a bird made of metal
rose from ashes of a light
no one saw
I and wonder swarmed the city
Like a single massive locust
Some thought it a gift from Thoth, winged
Others believed it was Seth himself
A trick of blood and meat like
Friday 31st May 2019 3:46 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Our Fault Is Urge (sorry about my accent haha) | In defence Light | Frees tream: once | Picking At Stitches With Long Nails | Popadantsy | Take A Deep Breath And Count Backwards From Thirteen | The Good Guy In The Garden | Slanger Man | forever a mirror |
I always had trouble conversing with mother nature
but no wonder! it was always me going on and on
about my materialistic loving self without realising why she
has no need to speak, because, she does so in the way;
a gentle breeze whispers in my ear about its passing by.
Incoming waves, arching in sunlight repeat their collapsing's onshore
having delivered then retrieved the...
Friday 31st May 2019 1:21 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:weathering S.A.D. | my morbid phases ( deaths daily arse kicking of life ) | in awe of poets uniqueness | fair views and fair do's | Going back leads nowhere | Tube station blues | A love kill | praising the beloved | Venus personified | Escariot | beach tenant |
We don't know
who you are man
but man can you
with fine finesse
and black mustache
what you are
that snazzy hat
part of your act
the mystery of
we tap our feet
to your blues beat
hope the music
ain't what you do
it's all part of
out of the blue
Friday 31st May 2019 12:50 pm
Also by d.knape:Passing The Buck | Lifestyle | The MightySneaky River | Percolator | A Baby's Not A Baby | Mom & Pop | Over My Head | Grocery/Surgery | Windows | Let Heaven Wait | Current Conditions | People & Pets | Car Company | Ditz, The Dog | BENT | Who You Gonna Call? | A Sign Of God | How Many Kisses | How To Win A Poetry Contest | Non-Fat Poem | The Vacant Lot | Getting Out From Under | sorry | I CAN STILL DO MANLY THINGS | Who We Were | All Rights Reserved | Mother's Sewing Machine | Oh O |
Bronze African Zulu
Large Nymph carved out of
what must have been a very big wood block.
Victorian Jewellery riddled with life stories
all displayed on a gargantuan farmhouse cleared Table
and your reflection and my reflection
in a circular ornate edged mirror
with the backdrop of a modern world behind us both
turning its technological nose up
at the archaic articles...
Friday 31st May 2019 12:04 pm
Let us drive
Friday, May 31, 2019
I stay clear
Will you be my friend dear?
Will you hold my hand today?
And remain friend forever
Should I take you?
And make feel through
The ocean of love
And sincerely believe
Mingle with me
And not struggle
give your hand and voice
I shall really promise
You can never go wrong
Friday 31st May 2019 10:42 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Some place in love | Strive hard and | My commitment | It shall never mend | Embarrassing situation | one smile please | No more friends | Our nature | The fire within | Brave woman poetess | So much of confidence | Firm resolution | Let it be not late | So much of confidence | All these errors | I am nothing here | Love is not | Keep smiling | Only preservation | Next to God | No parallel for freedom | Light is within | Their contribution here | Count no days | With decent behavior | Never hurt feelings | Got an answer | Break any wall | Let no one think here | How long to plead? | Unable to define | Only a woman on | Of new trust | On different track | Prefer to be quiet | So difficult | For the falsedhood | The falsehood | Deep impression | It is the reality | No sign | With then word | Life may go on | Smile only if | Nights look | What a way to feel? | Constant fear | the only love | Writng fraternity | Fast without food/water | Use words | Enormous strength | Each day and | Lovely desire and | Not survive either | Bring in | The poetry | Happy Ramadan and | Terrorist gamble | My own kingdom | Rose is rose | Only love and | Never to find her | Magical moment | Don't leave God | With the peace | So much of | The garden of | The divine tolerance power | Use the heart |
In the chaos of the time
When fruitless words have fallen
to aria of wind
When the end dictates
the beginning of a virgin earth
wiped anew with destruction
In the residue of life
Where will the memories lie
of the child, of the youth
and the wise old man
In the hand of death in the eyes that see
In the eyes of you and in the eyes of me
Friday 31st May 2019 6:48 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Stone | Haiku/senryu | Didactic (tanka) | Haiku... | Gull |
The twists and turns of life bring confusion
to the soul
A perpetual quest for gratification is a
Chasing after ideologies and false gods
a futile undertaking
National and political conflicts come
Thursday 30th May 2019 10:48 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Time for Change | A Summer´s Morn | Hard to find... | The Parade had formed | I talk to myself |
why is it that
everyone says how
things will get better?
And at first you won't believe them.
but then as soon as
you get your hopes up
it all goes down.
And you cry, because you believed them.
again here comes the hole
that eats you whole
And then you say you won't believe anymore.
you are me.
and i am you.
we are both
Thursday 30th May 2019 9:28 pm
Also by Marina G:Alien |
i gaze into the darkness
specks of light
begin to glimmer
i start to feel
their distant call
for a while
all at once
a pain cuts through my head
cry an air of loneliness
why am i apart
why am i still here
why am ...
Thursday 30th May 2019 6:01 pm
Bad times have been sent packing
not by the husband
by a certain unseen someone
always close at hand.
With what excitement and joyous sounds
the migratory birds return
having unburdened themselves of a long flight
He pours the tea
they both make themselves comfortable
by the fire that says 'everything is okay now'
and in the morning they will step outsi...
Thursday 30th May 2019 3:28 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Haiku: Life | The futile finality of Mr and Mrs Martyr | Clouds | Whale shark | Yemenese death menu | Little Monarch | Bloodiest flower |
if i could
through a sieve
in the corners
of my mind
Thursday 30th May 2019 1:24 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:LITTLE OFF KEY | TIME TO EXIT | NOT GONNA FOLD | BACK | TRAIL OF POEMS | WOULD BE WRONG | KARMAGEDDON | ROCKET | WRITER | LOVE'S NOT PING PONG | GROW | NEW DAY DAWNS |
With corks bobbing in our faces
and shorts flapping round our knees
we look like mental cases
or those with special needs
We've had a bonzer invite
to attend an Australian night
but we won't drink the amber nectar
cos it tastes like Australian shite
Thursday 30th May 2019 1:08 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:The Secret Ballot | Conversation at Silverstone | Calam | POTW | Invitation to a wedding evening do | Godless Day AD 2129 | Total Reliance |
As I walked
through the garden dew
'tween clipped box and shapely yew,
'tween hard hornbeam and
a perfect peace descends
As I walked
from the round green room
past dusky shade and roses' bloom,
past shapely hedge and
past huge urns
the garden quiet returns
As I walked
in the lakeside glory
to the enchanted terrace torri,
to the ...
Thursday 30th May 2019 12:33 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Sub Rosa |
The way to happiness lies in our thoughts
The way we think, we become
So always think well and strive hard to achieve
Rely on the power of almighty to finally succeed
The road to success was never easy
Ease comes when we are prepared well
Knowledge replete with experiences complete
The hours of celebrations within our easy means
Do not let grief and worry make sho...
Thursday 30th May 2019 12:31 pm
Hello Humber Gateway,
you old dock drab,
winking at passing commerce
with your ample warehouse acreage,
welcoming skirts hitched
up the legs of the Ouse and Trent.
Under stretched skies,
I am a salmon swimming the sixty-two,
past rotting coal fired corpses,
where orderly pylons queue the lanes,
sturdy girls whispering old secrets;
gossip from a shabby adolesce...
Thursday 30th May 2019 11:30 am
Also by Jonathan Humble:In Shoes Like These ... |
Life is a fabrication of palatable lies.
Swimming through consciousness,
Shoaling like fish, open mouthed,
We take in all that we can swallow.
Hallucinating a fragile reality
Clinging to shreds
Pulling at threads
Holding our heads
We long for dignity.
Pulled to the earth
From a home in the sky
Spinning between birth and death
Eyes tightly closed
We swallow l...
Thursday 30th May 2019 9:20 am
You choked the life out of me when I was a young child
Upset me for a life time as you screamed your heavy burden
You boxed me like a punch bag, beat me with a peace pipe
bullied my confidences to the brink of its creativity
But you only hurt yourself
Thursday 30th May 2019 12:24 am
A desperate being searching all about
For the little flaunting words
Coming from a stranger around
Not minding or giving a second thought.
A victim she becomes of being used
But just to comfort her mind and soul
That there is someone who cares
In reality they don't and leave her bruised.
Crying and sobbing she goes from one to another
Just in hopes of finding the right one
Wednesday 29th May 2019 8:19 pm
Also by Leena:Questions | Heatless Summer | Warfare Struggle | Captive |
When they were making love
he whispered 'Ti amo da morire!'
and promptly did
causing her great embarrassment and mortification.
She would have preferred his love with tonic, not neat.
Wednesday 29th May 2019 4:31 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Cynical | Two more limericks for 12th May | Four Limericks | Beyond the Blue |
Poets are renowned for navel gazing and being introspective. Here are three poems to prove the point. But hey, all navels need an occasional inspecting now and then. :)
The Unpublished Poet
He took a clipboard and a ballpoint pen.
He sat in the sun and then …..
He gazed at the sky, the inexplicable clouds,
Listened to trees sigh, untranslatable tones,
Thought of all that he...
Wednesday 29th May 2019 1:47 pm
Also by afishamongmany:Children | Here is the News | An Ode to The Puppiteers | An Amazonian Proverb | Home is ....? | Ding! Dong! |
Some 'Quality of Mersey' poets after performing their odes to our beautiful Earth/Gaia installation by Luke Jerram at Liverpool Anglican Cathedral last Monday. This event was part of the Mersey River Festival 2019.
Photo from left to right: Ruthie Adamson, Jenny Hesketh, Barry Woods, Lucy Pickavance, Michelle Wright and Ali Harwood.
Wednesday 29th May 2019 1:29 pm
Come find me in the dark, before life begins
Where I stand tall and unafraid
Where I dwell frustrated yet elated
The darkness where I was born into
The darkness that I was meant for
The darkness where I come from
And where I am to emerge from...
The darkness you're keeping inside...
Come find me in the birthplace of raw ideas
Where we will spend ages shapeless, hove...
Wednesday 29th May 2019 10:18 am
Also by Mae Foreman:Biblical Joke | It's True | Last Letter (Epigram #2) | Before I Go (Epigram #1) | The Penultimate Chapter | Maturity | Girl's Letter to Shakespeare | Will | Dread of the Dream | Note with Note |
I share your sadness
in my time of need,
but bask in your heat
in the azured heaven
of canicular days.
The cold is also tied to you
and I am frozen in your hue.
Mental calm and serenity flow
from your presence,
and we can feel reassured
in the body of your essence.
Wednesday 29th May 2019 7:01 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Through Van Gogh's eyes | Dancing shadows | The drunk and the priest |
Today, I was inspired by Rick with his piece 'Old Time Religion'.
In my African childhood.
We lived next door to a ‘church’,
could hear their fervent chest-beating,
shouting at all times of the day and night.
So could our prize-winning show-dog.
A Beagle barking continuously
can be annoying... but not enough
to warrant throwing an axe
hitting and choppin...
Wednesday 29th May 2019 4:43 am
Nothing comes sugar coated
Forget what I want to hear
All facts only
No punishment here
Her insights are a gift
Taking time to think of me
Disregaurding would be hurtful
Both to her and
If I were to go down a dark path
If she were to sit and watch me fade to black
Would be a waste of a beautiful friendship
A heartache that couldn't be taken back
Wednesday 29th May 2019 12:49 am
Also by Brandi:I loved you | A Letter |
We live in a society of sanitized brutality.
Austerity increasing exponential wealth disparity, despairing for community.
Who has put a price on life to ration out a tiny slice,
and grip us in their vice, disguised as moral order righteousness?
Pretenders to the throne, to throw us only scraps and bones.
The corporations profit all by raised invoice and taxes slashed,
Wednesday 29th May 2019 12:28 am
The doctors scream at the nurses
The nurses take it out on the patients
Blaming them for their illnesses
At night they join together
For a performance
Wherein everyone switches places
And lives with
Of the operation
Wednesday 29th May 2019 12:01 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:I'm more expensive now | Moving Forward | Ghosts | interior exile | San Francisco, circa 1968 | Under the new contract | The re-election | Jogging | Not this | Charades | Staring at the son | Hyenas | his secret word | The Wait | Thursdays at the expensive cafe |
The name she should have taken at birth had been long forgotten except by her mother, and she had been known since as Pen Alahn, Quiet Death.
She had not been expected to live long, cursed as she was by the gods with her limp. She had not spoken until her third summer, interrupting the Elders at the Feast of Thanks, screaming simply, “They Come”. The other women giggled and her father had sla...
Tuesday 28th May 2019 11:53 pm
Also by John Coopey:EVERYBODY'S GONE SERFIN' | JUST ONE HOOK | MILLENNIAL BURNOUT | NEW YORKERS | "GLORY, GLORY, HAIL TO MOURA" | BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | ON THE CREST OF A TROUGH | HOW FRAGILE ALL THIS IS |
Fred Floppit tries to save his reputation (and a pram)
When the Shrapnel girls got Kalling
They put the world to rights
With philosophy and politics
And talking bloody shite
Around a pram, atop Cesspit hill
They whiled the hours away
With idle gossip, and chit-chat
To pass the time of day
Thora Shrapnel was holding court
With her sister, and h...
Tuesday 28th May 2019 8:19 pm
Also by kJ Walker:A Body In The Don |
Today, let our pursuits be anything
Poetry can twist and shout, cajole and flay;
This time let it be the small-minded
spirit of self-interest
that is homeless. Should it not be
the most generous genius
settled at the heart of our craft?
The hour has come
the soul has waited long enough.
We breathe the air
of Buddha, of Socrates:
Acting accordingly our...
Tuesday 28th May 2019 7:43 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:By Yourself | Powers Lost | WHAT? | Chiaroscuro | In Tune | A Dog In The Picture | Help Me Make Sense Of This | Fever | Just Put Your Lips Together And Blow | Brooklands Lakes |
Caring crusaders and daring debaters
Emmeline, Greta, Ruth
Your voices sound loud with the bold toll of truth.
Uncowed and defiant. You refused to give in.
Life-changing campaigning is a wonderful thing.
Marathon runners: hard-trained and focused
With miles in your strides
And pain hardly noticed.
Everyday heroes with strength in your limbs
Your drive and passion a...
Tuesday 28th May 2019 6:10 pm
Also by Josie:For the love of language |
Love, the source of your existence,
seeded in the heart of humanity, from
distance to distance, it's persistent,
it has no condition, only that you'd listen
to the feelings of aww
that begs you to embrace the religion of love
as your decision.
Tuesday 28th May 2019 4:39 pm
Also by DeVaughn:Embrace The Mystery |
Dear future generations, it is with the deepest regret that we write this letter,
Concerning all the tomorrows we borrowed, and should have served you so much better,
And while we'd debate whether it was too late to save all from being lost,
To contemplate a change so great, at the time, seemed too high a cost.
We realise now we cannot disavow our reticence or reservation,
Tuesday 28th May 2019 4:38 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Cobwebs | Clean | Passive by choice, Aggressive by nature. | A Thousand Miles | National Limerick Day | Little Birds | The Silent Grey | Fading | The Power Of Ten |
"you" are the distant moon
Bright and shiny
yet, so far...away
and I'm the tide,
your smallest change
cause turmoil in me
What I forgot, is that,
the moon is destined
to love the pretty stars
not the distant earth
which is so close, yet,
Tuesday 28th May 2019 3:13 pm
Also by Miyurangi:Courage | The little tea plucker | The wait |
Here I go, take a step onto the stage called life.
Finally awake for the first time. Fully present here and now. What a gift.
Hold onto your handlebars.
I take this breath like dope.
Into my blood, down into the depths of my being.
Where being is seeing.
Like a probe searching for answers.
My feet carry my swiftly as I walk.
Rooted firmly in the earth, I am strong.
Tuesday 28th May 2019 2:59 pm
Also by Zia Isaac:Round and round |
What a superb poetry performance at Cuckoo Festival this year.
Children from Lily Lane Primary School in Manchester and Marsden Junior School performed their poems on the theme of Migration: ‘Birds Have No Borders’, led by the sensational poet Louise Fazackerly. There was also a cuckoo trap competition; the entries and poems are currently on display in Marsden Library.
One of the Cuckoo Fest...
Tuesday 28th May 2019 1:41 pm
Sorrow, in the heaviest form
had me counting memories
we had both shared Granddad
testing my capability to hold back tears
and stop my heart from breaking into pieces
hearing about you passing away in a retirement home
picturing your final scene,
the earth rising above you
as you slowly, slowly descended
submerging into the darkness
on your way to the light.
Tuesday 28th May 2019 10:50 am
Also by Jemima Jones:Three is a crowd |
the sensation of feeling alive,
like happy and living,
have been slowly leaving my soul.
Tuesday 28th May 2019 2:42 am
Spirited upon your wings
realms enchanted drinking brings,
with a taste the sportive elf
glint-eyed lures me from myself,
piping notes on which I flee
far from daily drudgery.
Vintages from caverns cool
cheer both inner sage and fool -
sooth the spirit's civil strife,
nature's binding blood of life:
reds reflective, deep, demure,
weaving warming myths of fur;...
Monday 27th May 2019 7:25 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:Poem | Poem | The Pillar Of Tears | The Trophy | On the UK leaving the EU |
Eighty years she lived;
through two world wars,
and the ‘Troubles’.
There wasn’t even standing room
in the church;
the overspill crowded outside the door.
Mother of six children,
and all their friends and in-laws.
and grandmother to all my cousins
and their friends,
and their friends’ friends.
A hub for transfer of all the news
Monday 27th May 2019 4:32 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Laurence Olivier | Spellbound |
We’ve argued whether to leave or remain,
opinion reigning where fact is scarce or false,
creating division between fellow peoples.
Our society is complex; divided, too –
we have purposefully created an out and in,
with no real reason to pit one against other.
We’re people sharing a planet – that’s the point;
plastic is synthetic; politics is as well –
Monday 27th May 2019 2:29 pm
Also by Rich:Cotton | Sparks |
old time religion
my Nottingham church
of the Pentecostal persuasion
decreed a season of prayer and fasting
for a miracle healing
to restore the paralysed legs
of one of the elders.
I forwent my tea-break Wagon Wheel
slotted ‘sort out dodgy legs’
into my ‘exclusive’ prayer list
between an Irish Sweepstakes winning ticket,
and a parking space near the entr...
Monday 27th May 2019 11:50 am
Also by Rick:untitled #3 | untitled #2 | untitled #1 | Donegal Eden (revised) | a random revison from new book 'chatting with Saoirse' | Tulaigh Ua Thiomain (November 8 1987) (revision for next book) | A Tower in Silence (revised) |
The bench is warm, un-sat-upon,
without a view,
shaded almost purposely
through fifty years by Oak and Yew.
High windows, empty eyed
glower through the leaves,
how many trembling hearts they spied?
frail saplings once, now stoic trees.
Yet further out are Statues
their face's turned away,
that once did take up reside...
Monday 27th May 2019 11:09 am
Also by Wolfgar:Ivanovka (thoughts on Sergei Rachmaninoff) | A cleansing by fire | Mickey Cupples | Burning in and burning out | Gone from me and you | Oblivioni traditæ | Babel-buzz | Toward the Bliss |
The violin cries tears
And sings of heartbreak songs
Recounting the happy through its legatos
The sad through its staccato
The heartbreak through its ricochet
and the final goodbye through its detaché.
Monday 27th May 2019 10:37 am
The Chain it has fallen
Gone broke, and gone bust
Thousands lose jobs
Thousands bite dust
But still must pay bills
With no more income
Chain-maker's in mansion
No problem, ho hum
Millions, no problem
Stored in the bank
Splash round same lifestyle
Drink sauvignon blanc
A case of one biting
Off more than can chew
A la Roman Empire
Monday 27th May 2019 9:45 am
Also by Don Matthews:Haiku - Give Don a Break | Haiku - Obsessions | My IPad Door to WOL | No-one Was A Winner | Haiku For Beginners | In Rehab Waiting Pelvic Knit | Haikus Not Easy | Nurse Caroline on Patient Don | Nursie Caroline | Orangutan | Shit! I've Lost My Privacy | Hospital | Do you? I do | Mute | My Ladder Doesn't Like Me |
Critical of a poem
I have never expressed a critic of a poem because I don’t know
What the poet was thinking of when he/she wrote it.
No one, to my knowledge, sets out to write a bad poem.
Therefore a poem written and published is a good one
even if the penmanship might be a bit shaky.
I do not care so much about spelling I can correct it
in my head, the only thing that a...
Monday 27th May 2019 8:37 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the weakling | the mourning | Pascal | half a life | FACEBOOK | Linkin | death of a comedian | a bad day | breasts | shoplifting | living forever | the lonely years | abortion law | who is? | Alfred getting old | to a friend | the eagle | old dogs and so on | a rare moment | freak of nature | headless | a woman's revenge | the nature of love |
Grievances endured at the barrels of my heart,
Eroded the barriers masking the forbidden thoughts:
I dreamt of longevity, the feeling of being secure,
It was a plan, and plans inevitably become obscured,
My dream of this future became a catalyst to my motivation,
You were well aware, as it was always kept transparent,
But you harbored your guilt and let me use my motivation to su...
Monday 27th May 2019 3:17 am
Shall it be spent,
This way to Sundays,
An after image of the night?
Over the days,
In throughout the measurable decay,
And fathered be the day gone by.
Gathering in circles,
We walk amongst the shore,
Places to behold in anguish and sacrificial obstinance.
Brotherly in nature,
And hollow be thy name,
The greatest forgotten,
And we are all the sam...
Monday 27th May 2019 1:35 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Friday | Fuck Narcissists | Afternoon Delight |
A LAPSE OF CONCENTRATION
After we met, when we both
watched out for the other
(you were as sharp as a needle),
when we quietly moved on to “going out”,
I was drawn, most of all, by your
darting, quizzical eyes (swift as arrows)
and that slight furrow lying low in your
forehead (you said this was unremarkable,
I said maybe you should chill a little).
And now and then y...
Sunday 26th May 2019 11:28 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:THE MEANING OF BIRDSONG | LIGHTSWITCHES | BRIDGES BACK HOME |
Good for you,
found your flow.
Good for you,
got that healthy glow.
Good for you,
navigating storms like a willow.
Good for you,
used your pain as fuel to grow.
Good for you,
no more living on tiptoe.
Good for you,
no longer afraid of the scarecrow.
Good for you,
escaped the tornado.
Good for you,
found your rainbow.
Good for you,
taking time to...
Sunday 26th May 2019 9:10 pm
Also by Vautaw:Father | Daughter | Mother | Moral Abyss | Twisted Love |
They met ,silhouettes of caressing minds..
Fascinating rendezvous, one of its kinds
Seldom strikes those Northern lights.
Pure ecstatic emotion ignites..
No present,no past or future claimed..
Relation, enigmatic and unnamed..
Meeting, crossing those reality bridges..
Embracing, holding hands in admission.
in another parallel life and existence
Walking towards a spectacular horizon...
Sunday 26th May 2019 6:48 pm
Also by mona s:Without you | Horror | Alliterative Haiku | Life goes on... | Center of Universe | Sleep | A Limerick | Locked | Encounter -A Haiku | Dear Tagore | Creature | Anxious |
Jesus Wants You!
He forced the door and entered, stepping over shards of glass,
to effortlessly melt into the chamber’s darkened mass.
And, as his torchlight searched for ‘victim-drawers’ to rifle through,
out of darkness, rasped a voice; “Jesus is watching you.”
He froze - was someone in the room inviting conversation?
Or maybe he was hearing things (or his ...
Sunday 26th May 2019 5:59 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:'Man-Size' Issues ! | A 'Fitting' Tale. | Chess Pains ! | Surprise Party! | Down, the 'Chippy'. | A Fond Farewell ! | 'Caravan Man' | 'Hairstray'! |
Crane reflects on pond
Looks beyond narcissism
Head bowed in prayer
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:51 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Replete? | Not Content |
I blinked at the sight of her goodbye tears
As she turned her back on the watching eyes
And I readily recalled the dismissive sneers
Employed for another audience during her rise;
A great public service that questioned austerity
Fearful of the cost to what had to be done
Disdainfully dismissed with arrogant asperity;
No tears then...when she thought she had won;
But kept in...
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:44 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:DEAD MAY WALKING | GONE BUT NOT FORGOTTEN | RELIGIONISTS | HOUR BY HOUR - a modern day limerick | LOOKING A-HEAD! | DAY BY DAY | FOR BETTER...OR WORSE? |
I loved you enough
To stay silent.
I love myself enough
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:12 pm
Also by Tacet Veritas:Young and Naive | Shift | Gracefully | Running and Chasing | Silence II | I Ran | Would You Believe | The Only Thing | I Left Off |
A Few Lines Conceived In Poor Mimickry (A Mere Matter Of Minutes After Concluding A Biography Concerning That Conceited, If Colourful Cove, Coleridge)
I, too have watched a myriad words die,
all for want of you, fearless audience -
your special someone with that kindly eye
and ear who could best, sans wilful offence
urge me to test myself, by composing
a thousand lines and honing them to one.
Your wisdom, without combative ego's
ingrown need to sound 'clever' (not far gone
in self-esteem, I mean) might serve adv...
Sunday 26th May 2019 7:20 am
Also by Richie Muster:My Mea Culpa To The Future | A Life (1897-1980) | Raison D'Etre | SONNET: MY MATE MARK RIP (1956 – 92) |
I Told Myself But Never Admitted To
What I Knew…..
And Yet There’s Still That Part Of Me
Waiting To Get Back Home, Back To My Room
That Trip Took A Really Long Time,
Now….What Was I Doing?
How You Managed To Keep Us All Together
Without Figuring Me Out?
A Card Up His Sleeve, The Gambit Was Mine.
But I Can’t Seem To Turn It Off.
And I Can’t Explain The DejaVu.
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:46 am
Also by The Black Bile:Raven Girl | Bible Belt | The Taking Of Katie | To Travel Time | A Reflection Within A Reflection | Focus | Nocturnal | Matter | Dirt | Kill Me Now | 1993 | Char | To Fall Awake | Nazi | Rue | Grey Date | Grimacing | In My Room | The Window's Down | April | Gauntlet | Epileptic | Dragon Graveyard | flower | Pink | From the Edges | Wednesday | In The Shoe | Under the Ladder | Method | Smutt | Reality | Darker Side of Reason | 1960 | Diablo | Killer | Latter | Crows | Grimwood | Apathetic Empathy | White | Time Another | Yellow | Red | Moon | Curse of the Fuzzy Dice | Witches and Wizards | Manning | Blue | Thanksgiving | Werewolf | Pack Up and Leave | Black | The Sparrow | 333 | The Wizard | Cyclops | Chlorine | Tribe | Blew Away | Old Soul | One Day Jester | In The Sand | Prom | Flat Water | In Threes | Rosemary | Lake Insomnia | Parking Lot | Old | Another | Ferris Wheel | Fur | Plastic Devils | Death, Like Wax | Brutal Fable | Some Glow | Candle Maker | X | Eternal Bruise | Town of Grey | Scavengers | Pretty Girls and Serial Killers | Eyeliner | Withdrawn | Macabre Theater | Hidden | Blasphemy | The Pearl | A Week From 21 | Dorment | Albino | Peaceful Death | Crow Fossils | Fragile Wizard |
When my line manager
asks me about my development plan
and where I see myself
in one, three or five years time
I begin to think how in a year
I would like to be painting watercolours
beside a mountain stream
somewhere in the Bavarian Alps
in three years eating cantaloupe
and drinking black coffee
on an early morning
in a European city I don't yet kn...
Saturday 25th May 2019 11:11 pm
Also by Tom Harding:This Morning | Monday |
A day without E is better off Breathless,
May my soul escape if my stream is empty.
Seek and find the girl named E,
packed with love she doesn't discriminate,
Her race is spectrum body tailored to your preference.
Undergo E she'll turn the toughest man empathetic.
Open your eyes wide as the sky,
Her love brings out a high unreal,
to experience one must be willing ...
Saturday 25th May 2019 9:21 am
Also by Logan Turner:Addiction Spell |
imagine if you had stayed there forever
on the cross fit, arms flailing comically
legs metronomic, pumping sad alone
nothing in your stomach but powdery bile
sweat pouring off you, drenching the floor
pooling in dewy puddles on the pedals
staining the blue carpet tiles, trickling
in salty ravines, hitting the mirrors
cascading down the steps, bursting forth
Friday 24th May 2019 7:54 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:matches | cosmic fuck poem | click/clack |
Right there in front of our eyelids. Beating sylhouettes, shaking waves, swallowing the last crystals from the ground. Transcending the sounds with a great rage and leaving the pace behind while calling it unsuccessfully back again. At the place where paleness combines with moonlight in the most disasterous ways, protecting their last luminescence alive.
Shadows dancing through shadows of...
Friday 24th May 2019 7:18 pm
Also by Dragan Bozilov:Raining In The South | Scarlet | Good Morning Dear You |
You think I’d be impressed because a tiger came to tea?
I’ll have you know, a stegosaurus came to visit me.
He rang the doorbell yesterday, at twenty five past four.
I couldn’t let him in - he wouldn’t fit through our front door.
I put my shoes and coat on and we went to play outside.
He wasn’t bad at seek, but he was terrible at hide.
He played quite well in goal, although he couldn’t kick ...
Friday 24th May 2019 5:59 pm
One year, in Bermuda, I was supply teaching
An Infants' Class, four and five-year-olds
Bright, eager, trusting children.
Christmas was just two weeks away.
We were having an 'Art Activity'
Tearing, cutting, biting paper to bits
To make a personal collage of 'Christmas'
On the general idea:
'How does Christmas make you FEEL - in COLOUR!'
It was a bold undertaking, and t...
Friday 24th May 2019 3:05 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Bossy Boots! | STICKS | Playing On The River Promenade |
The bucket of water distorts
the image of the sky when kicked
a mirror stretching into infinite ovals.
In this I am a golden leaf
and the light stretches through me
a ragged parchment in candle-light.
Where the green shadows
intersect with the love we live
I can see a buried garden-
a lazy, hothouse dream
of terracotta and porcelain
and thieves in the night
that went to sleep u...
Friday 24th May 2019 12:23 am
Freddie Starr? Charlie Chaplin?
No - Nigel Farage
Thursday 23rd May 2019 4:51 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) [MUSIC VERSION] |
This poem was conceived in 2013 as a response to none voters. For years I did not vote but was vocal on the state of the country. certain parts to reflect the current change in Britain has been rewritten to give the piece more of a serious message. thanks for reading and do your bit today.
Nevermind the ballots!
is what the none-voters like to say
but quite frankly I'm sick of Brexit, Farage ...
Thursday 23rd May 2019 12:02 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:Grandfather. |
Hiding the scars from plain site
It's not a memory-
But a story you tell...
Walls build mansions
with concrete and mortar
Glued together thoughts
Melted with gold
Stirred in a pot
Eyes rolled backwards
Cat walks down the street
Draw pictures on the glass
shattered from pressure...
Wednesday 22nd May 2019 11:06 pm
The Only Band That Mattered!
This is a public service announcement
Without guitars! - But how they still ring in my ears
The first time I saw the Clash
a memory frozen in time, after all these years
with Mikey Dread on the 16 Tons Tour
the lights went down
cue Ernie Tennessee Ford
we charged over the seats
I've no idea how many rows
then the lights come up
to Safe European Home!
Wednesday 22nd May 2019 8:25 pm
Also by Jeffarama!:It's OK, NOT to be OK... |
I clamor on the street
Watch it wave like trees
I knew I wasn't free
Life is becoming a bee
I walk far from homeland
Became a pathfinder
The leaves round me are brown
Need walk to green land
Home became a security lane
Walk miles to sustain
They watches like I'm insane
With guards that constrain
Land fully rich with milk and honey
My Thoughts yawn to sow
Wednesday 22nd May 2019 8:04 pm
Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:Mad House |
There was darkness and then there was you
Though to be sure the light never moved
A warm hearth at the end of a blizzard
A hole in my heart I’d patch over haphazard
Drove me to find you in my soul
Until I filled that gaping hole
With your infinite love and hope
You gave me just enough rope
To pull myself out of abyss
With your own version of selflessness
Wednesday 22nd May 2019 2:37 pm
Also by Josie Harris:New Boyfriend | "I Know What Comfort Is" | Generations | Hurts The Same Way |
What did she wear that night, what was her name?
He retraces his steps to that place
The place where she waited – for him
He can still feel the cool iron rails slipping through his fingers
The warm summer night’s air on the back of his hand
He remembers being calm, very calm
But for a sense of tension rising, from inside
He stopped, almost at the top of the steps
Wednesday 22nd May 2019 9:43 am
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:Cultus Decorum | Divide and conquer | Sulphur Flame | On her mother's step |
El radiante sol que alumbra mi día
Tú con tus ojos de dulce oscuridad
Con una alma de dulce sensualidad
Y calentaste mi persona fría
Y con una suavidad me caía
Y me paso por pura casualidad
Tú con tu gentil caballerosidad
No sabía el veneno que bebía
Deseo de aún roto corazón
Más veneno por esta alma corrupta
Salvavida para mi mente oscura
Tuesday 21st May 2019 9:39 pm
Pall Mall Red Pixie
May 68 bottles break down these walls
Small but fragile doobie - the roach that burns my fingertips.
Uncomfortable positions but staying for the pleasure of conversations. Conversations that subtracts the 20 “CLASS A CIGARETTES” in one pack.
City slicker delves into a unfamiliar environment to leave the conscience, as a mecha...
Tuesday 21st May 2019 5:26 pm
Also by .gray:Blue’s big pajama party (1999) |
in all their blind-driven, driven blind caresses
And plaster-stuck, never-empty chests of neverminds
Sleep, never again, each night of their mother life.
as a May blackbird, hopping half-starved and careless
to gain a moment singing a whisper to the moon,
fall into a womb convoluted drowse
down and fending off the black years
Tuesday 21st May 2019 3:23 pm
I lather my self in sticky strawberries knowing it is the scent of my sweat they crave.
But being a good girl suites me and who am I to ruin their painting,
They so delicately stroked.
You blend my skin into my bones,
Washing me in oils of peach and rose.
Drowning in the aura of everyone,
You let the wind dry me.
But rain begins to fall,
Collecting the image you thought was...
Tuesday 21st May 2019 7:21 am
Also by Madalyne:Trying |
You & Me
Together we may see the Devil Dance
& together we may see God cry in vain
How Our typical eyes
So often only notice the typical guise
Like so many on this sphere I know
Lost like a sailor in the vast ocean blue
Come along with me
Let me make you feel new
I’ll caress every ...
Monday 20th May 2019 11:59 pm
His grandmother made us drink
before work began.
Sour wine and cough mixture
by the taste of things:
a poisonous warmth expanding
like a pack of nails inside.
It was seven o'clock
and cold fields had not woken
from their early dew.
The cat's called Socrates, she said,
because he ate the hemlock
in the garden, over there
past our broken tractor,
Monday 20th May 2019 3:50 pm
Also by john short:A DREAM OF MISFORTUNE |
Oh, dissolute and feckless youth
When wiliest thou surrender to all that is given
Wiliest thou not seize with both hands
All that is offered and granted freely to thee
The boundless pounding rhythm that rises in thy chest
Does thou not recognise all that lays
In rich and fertile soil
Beneath the crust of barely hidden dust
Wilt thou not lift thy face and greet the sun...
Monday 20th May 2019 2:06 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Another visit |
Past has always chased Future's Present;
for Past envies its favored presence.
Mockery laced with lust
as injections plump busts.
Yet, Children of the Sun
will remain to be shunned.
Hot remains split like us
till we reach Exodus!
Hollowed we lie down deep;
your ass best wake from sleep!
Past was shiny, now played out.
Present is dying and s...
Sunday 19th May 2019 9:01 pm
Also by Poetikaly Anointed:Motherhood, A Poem About Mothers | Human Writes, A Poem About Protecting Human Rights |
She is dead already,
those eyes have murdered her.
They shut her inside jars,
scream their pain, projection.
She needs not to sting humans
but she is overwhelmed.
Searching for open windows,
A chance to kill herself.
Saturday 18th May 2019 2:55 pm
A poem for Jezabiel
Confessions from a wonderland
Jezabiel, my dearest Jezabiel,
Oh the hell I feel when you are no longer around.
My world spins up side down and the wrong way round and I don't know which way to go.
Breathing is hard and thinking is painful and the memories ache deep inside my soul.
Oh how I wish you would know,
How I wish you would wake up and open your eyes once...
Saturday 18th May 2019 12:52 pm
I wish the abyss would stop looking back at me.
I look in the mirror and I swear that's all I see.
Not a monster but a void I cant escape.
I was born with a heart but it seems mishaped.
Someday I swear I'm going to leave this place.
Find my way to the light that people praise.
But for now I think it's better if I hang my head.
Bite my tongue and drink until I just forget.
I don't know how ...
Saturday 18th May 2019 7:49 am
Image: Circuit of the Americas, home of the U.S. Grand Prix, besides which this 3.4-mile racetrack hosts concerts in its Austin 360 Amphitheater. I always wondered where it was. As it turns out it is South of the airport, this is the first time I have seen it.
30.4.19 - 192) Rose to face departure day, sad heart, sky of grey
To reception bound, coffee to bring me round
Hoping today t...
Friday 17th May 2019 5:07 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet::2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 9 McAllen to Austin | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 8 McAllen | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 7 Kerrville to McAllen | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 6 Lamesa to Kerrville | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 5 Lamesa | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 4 Austin to Lamesa | 2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 3 Austin |
IMOGEN – 10 months old
I stand with my back to the sink
While your grandmother rummages
In cupboards below. Gazing up,
She meets your expectant face
Seemingly suspended in mid air.
You are bent almost backwards;
Determined to know what world of wonder
Exists on those shelves.
I fear to move, so like a little bird you were,
Nestling into the crook of my neck,
Friday 17th May 2019 4:10 pm
Also by trevor homer:THE HOLY CHURCH OF NATURE |
trains crossing blacked out streets
mournful howls , stark in the slick obsidian
of deadened stories, and hardened hearts
a thousand miles of ire cast in cooling:
the warmth of bodies wistful for sleep backed
by a hapless sliver of ivory
mists roiling up and up like a damp collective sigh
frozen by shock
and in time all things lose their pallor
Friday 17th May 2019 12:07 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:everyone can agree a relationship is a compromise but recently mine hasn't been very equal -- no, in fact it's like my pain is not allowed to exist and every concession must be made to accommodate the other (05/03/2018) |
My lungs suffocating,
with the absence of you
Something in my throat,
that goes by afternoon
As I morn for you,
I die peacefully in my mind.
As I drift into the air,
I act like nothing,
I act like you would.
Friday 17th May 2019 11:02 am
As a teen, my mam used to put the mockers on my Friday nights out by saying “If you meet any girls treat them with respect, they are someone’s daughter or sister, don’t be having any casual sex or one-night stands”
Last Saturday night I was out with my mate
He is meeting his bird, I am on a blind date
He’d said she was fit, but from where I was sat
She looks like ...
Friday 17th May 2019 2:53 am
Also by John McDonough:Going back on my roots | Mr Robinson |
What is this life?
Is there anyone who questions?
When I dream, I dream world as real as this.
Who is in me speaking?
Who is in me creating?
Why am I able to go anywhere I please?
What is truth?
Does it lie in me?
Can I become who I wish to be?
If I were to become whoever I desire, will this set me free?
Does this lead to a trap where nothing can satisfy me?...
Friday 17th May 2019 2:30 am
Also by Andres Arias:Mystery |
You were always object lesson,
Never role model, and I only knew
I should never be like you.
Your death was early and tragic,
As expected, your last conscious
Moments spent reaching for the door
Of a home engulfed in flame.
Through tear-filled eyes,
Those who had nothing but
Criticism for you when alive
Expressed their own shock and
Grief with a final tinge of judgment.
“If it had an...
Thursday 16th May 2019 10:28 am
Also by Randy Horton:A Belabored Gardening Metaphor | Whistling in the Dark | Meandering Metaphors as Rivers | Climate Catastrophe: Pandemic and Pestilence | Climate Catastrophe: The Reckoning | A Bifurcated Analysis of Overly Indulgent Self-Reference and Metacriticism |
Here’s my poem for you, my today.
You are my sunlight squeezed shut eyelids in the morning.
My mellow, midday sadness like breathing in heaviness.
My shivering fingertips, quivering lips as what used to be my favorite,
falls white and blinding like loudness expressed in cold.
You are my warm days turned to exhaustion,
beating on me like anger and a sickness for home....
Wednesday 15th May 2019 10:20 pm
Also by Sarah Mae:An Absence In Me |
She’s a bright star, within the unlit night
Guiding others through, the tough thing, that we call life
Her strength is beyond admirable to all
And even if she should ever fall
She would somehow, pull though
The things, that to others, it would inevitably un-do
Her beauty and grace, isn’t just a way to save face
She's had to fight great wars, every single day
Wednesday 15th May 2019 7:23 pm
Also by Hayley Taylor:Long distance Love |