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 |
the internal enemy
occupying the mind
The body, the mind
lie awake in agitation
eyelids tightly shut
The dream state
a distant yearning
tires the mind
A faculty of
Friday 31st May 2019 12:39 pm
Also by Jane Briganti:Zen Thoughts | Haunted | After All This Time | Planet Earth | The Beach | A Second Heart | Words On A Page | True Love | Why We Write | Be Whole |
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 |