Poetry Blogs (Jul 2019)
Jason Zane on Cruel nature (1 hour ago)
When standing still
I can see you have arrived
in such a subtle state
But thoughtful and dynamic
deeper and more frightening
Into something so uninterrupted,
in all your bright
and silent lights
I fight against
your bitter wind
I want you to know that
Your landscape amazes me
with your city lights flickering
In the background
streaks of vibr...
Monday 15th July 2019 4:54 pm
The clocks missed a beat today,
Moments marked by incisive ticks,
Fused into one stretched pause in time,
As you stepped away,
From the arms of those around you,
And into the arms of those gone before.
Only to feel their warmth once more.
Monday 15th July 2019 4:41 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Atrophy | Life And Its Alternatives |
"My interpretation," the defendent said,
"Is that a faulty vehicle made that man dead,"
"My interpretation," the banker professed,
"Is that your own investments belong in my own vest,"
"My interpretation," the sheepish surgeon said,
"Is that this post-op patient was killed by this bed,"
"My interpretation," one cheating spouse cried,
"Is that you'd hate the truth and prefer I...
Monday 15th July 2019 4:07 pm
Also by Mindy Newton:Being PC | "My Interpretation" | ...Walked Into a Bar... | Unavailable | The Red Badge of Courage | King of the Mountain | Lord of the Flies | The Tank | Suffer Fools | Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep | The Summit | The Competition | Photo | Side Effects | Oh, No! | The Loud-Mouthed Mime | Scissors | Little Sweaters |
It’s harder than you think to disappear,
to lose yourself then reappear, with no trace of why
or what went before.
You can get lulled into a false sense of security,
become blasé about the little things.
Like never answering the phone when it rings.
There was a shotgun in the cellar, wrapped in hessian sack,
I took it out a while ago, intending to put it back.
When we ...
Monday 15th July 2019 4:06 pm
Also by trevor homer:SHADOWS |
it had been raining all, day,
but that didn't stop her from laughing
because she is one of the girls
that live in each other's lives
where sadness can never be allowed to compete
they simply turn away from it saying,
this is us who have shed our last tears
who will never again lose another moment of happiness
even in our dreams.
They walk through their days as ...
Monday 15th July 2019 3:18 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:please don't laugh at this insanely inspired poem called -Seeing three pieces of plastic becoming involved in a love triangle with each other | accelerations | passing into obscurity of an iron horse rider | Earth Angels | Buying new waste |
Darkness filled the air
Smoked sky spreading
Like the black winged eagle
Winds flew around and round
The parched lips of silent earth
Atlast received the honey drops
Reviving the thirsty tonuge
With fresh drops falling from heaven
As if God himself took pity on us
Ordering the firmament to blow cooler breeze
With seasoned monsoon rain gliding past
Refreshing every ...
Monday 15th July 2019 3:10 pm
Also by Do.RoThY:Summer heat!!! | Bed of roses!!! | Love sans you....sans love me! | After life!!! | Confused thoughts!! | Addicted to self | Bare thoughts!! | If i could know!! | Slow poisoning!! | Impossibly possible!!! :))))) | My blog diary!!! | Committed!!! | Whispers!!! | It hurts | Life imprisonment!!! | Letter unread!!! | Dear diary page 1. | Pray, Pray, Pray..... | The gilded cage!!! | Back to work!!! | Answers awaited!! | All things end in their perfect time!!! | Super hero lover!! | My loving Lord!!! | The other side of being me | New born passion!!! | Picture perfect |
My close friend
Monday,15th July 2019
Be my close friend
and remain until an end
I shall daily send
the beautiful flowers to remind
the friendship is always great
with the rousing welcome
when you come to meet
it outbursts the joy
and makes me enjoy
the beautiful gift
given by an almighty to have no rift
when I see you from t...
Monday 15th July 2019 1:20 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Cruel nature | Time moves | Never miss or give up | Within and outside | Seek refuge from nature | Human values and | Peace only | Not till yesterday | Real fool | Right decision for | It is better to | Fire from within | Correct path | Bridge the Gulf and | View with an ink | The dragnet of an evil | Feel poetry | Not a dead sea | Love is incomaprable | NOT ONLY HER | Fall on line | Beautiful flowers | Knowledge is another | Limited means | Almost forgotten | For the motherland |
When words run thin
and ideas are slim
start over from where
you might have been
resume the write
let mind expand
and Write to right
Monday 15th July 2019 1:17 pm
Also by d.knape:Fame & Twitter | BEARS | Aunt Dorothy | The Wrath Of Wives | The Pilot | A Day At The Beach | Litle Clumps Of People's Stuff | Shell | VACATION NOTICE |
The harbor torch burns darkly
A once bright and brittle lens
But sugarglass shards
On a pudding thick sea
Dishrags and splinter
Iron and grit
Gull grease and soles
Viscous among the drowned
Refuse huddles wretched
On the blunt granite shore
Clawed by crab
Lapping tongues of tide
But safe harbor waits, waits -
Monday 15th July 2019 11:28 am
Also by Devon Brock:When Once Grandiose | I Once Met A Man Who Was | Maple Before Winter | On Some Nights Polyphony | Suddenly Always Happens On Familiar Roads | What Gavel Presumes... | The Rarest Gem | And I, The Never Pure | A Lone Tree Rages | Some Thoughts Upon Mary | On The Language of Possession | On A Freak Warm January Night | While You Sleep | A Song for the Slinking Jabberwock | Now Birds Ravage The Cherries | If Only For A Time | Ode To Candles | Lahm Bi Ajin | A Brief Note On Summer And Tea | The Warm Eviction of Mourning Doves | I Call Me Breathing | I Draw The Clouds Wrong |
How long will you spend
On your hands and knees,
Bowing to a god
That does not resonate with your soul?
For this is the source
Of all of your darkness.
The light waits patiently
For your eyes to adjust.
Monday 15th July 2019 10:21 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Madness | Duality | Charlie Victor Del......ta | This Life | The Tree | I understand now why they call it flames | The Other Side | One More Request... | Compass |
Sleepless in Cascais
It was a strange night
Couldn’t sleep thoughts and images
Kept churning around and I was
This is pointless, got up and drank
Several glasses of water, my brain
Was talking to me and I had no answer.
To distract myself I watched TV, till
Four in the morning slept like a baby
Until noon, the past is a bleak territory.
Monday 15th July 2019 9:39 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:one summer evening | to suddenly age | no pilot | kitchen drama | green umbrella | alone in a church | a father in law | dreaming a poem | Hong Kong revoulution |
Bulls Into the Sea. Animal Abuse in Spain
Bous a la Mar's on the go again
In Spain, for it's people and bulls
After running the main street of Denia
They jump in the sea, pleasing all
Animal Rights have complained a long time
To ban such bull sports across Spain
Claiming it distresses the animals
Again and again and again
Don Matthews July 2019
Monday 15th July 2019 7:40 am
Also by Don Matthews:Cricket World Cup. England vs Australia. Sunday England vs NZ. And the Winner Is........ | Learning Haiku Grade 1 - Sun Shines on Meadow | The Long and Short of Stacy Does Racy | Should We Legalise Prostitution? | Chuckle Therapy | Edging Higher Planes | Catering for Phone Addicts. Stupid | Shit! WOL's Raining Rhymers | Mary Had Wristwatch (anyway, who started this nursery rhyme caper?) | Can This Be Classed An Affliction ? | Blood on the Firm's Hands | New Candidate for the Presidency | We've Turned Into a Throwaway Society | You're Wasting Your Time |
Wealth and extravagance
have an association with you,
Many a fool falls for your shine
and many have died for you, too
For children we only wish
them to be as good as you,
while some chase just money,
those diggers we eschew.
Monday 15th July 2019 7:26 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Incessant time | Always worth holding on | My lost flower | Hardy folk |
I've been trying hard not to talk to you
that way we both can move on
I've been trying hard not to call you beautiful
That way I don't tell you goodnight
I sold my soul for you can always be happy
Why do you think I'm dying little lady
The devil has a price it's my life
Don't make me go to Pizza Hut just to start shit with him
I've been feeling like Tobi lately
I think I'm better off in...
Monday 15th July 2019 3:48 am
Also by Damon Blackery:The Sun Don't Ever Shine | Words of The Waiting Man 31 | Alarms | Firefly. 11:11 | Wreckage |
I stand on the edge and lean right out
towards the light, the face of one, of
so much more than someone, just met;
won’t forget the tingling of my skin, the
smell of hers, won’t let this slip, this chance to
be unequivocal, say what must be said,
do what must be done – as t...
Sunday 14th July 2019 10:52 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:SET ADRIFT BY SCIENCE | THREE WARM EVENINGS IN A ROW | LOVES NOT LOST |
In a land of immigration
Paul Revere and Liberty
Welcoming with open arms
Land of Opportunity.
Once a fair and moral nation
Looked upon with admiration
Hands held out with open palms
Welcoming with open arms
Not clenched fists but open palms
Greeted us from o’er the sea
And offered opportunity.
Marches that won integration
Rosa Parks, the Kennedys
Sunday 14th July 2019 10:28 pm
Also by John Coopey:COSTA COFFEE | NO BETTER ENDING | DOING IT TWICE |
I could say nothing
and still the thoughts would come,
some questioning in disbelief
like marauding cats, persistent
upon the hauntings of old bones and scraps,
some creative, toying with mayhem
of my own making, and for what?
Still the pictures would come
from the other side of older deaths
that stick to walls
held by winds that blow
from God knows where -...
Sunday 14th July 2019 10:10 pm
Also by ray pool:PIANO IS MY FORTE | WAITING - FOR URINATION | SUMMER SEASON | MAN TRAP | SHIPPING FORECAST |
for two wild weeks
in Jen’s mind
though not in mine,
we were nothing more
than passing strangers,
to flirt with over ices.
or people watch
sipping tall white wine
as plush upholstered hotel evenings
melted into night.
we arm-in-armed the promenade
wearing sunny day outfits
Sunday 14th July 2019 8:51 pm
Also by Rick:après le déluge | crossing Holderness by bus |
Petals and prickles,
beautiful and painful.
Spread on the path,
Just like the passing phase of life.
Sometimes stepping on the petals.
Sometimes hurt by stepping on prickles,
Petals teaching us the kindness,
encapsulating millions of memory in fragrance.
Prickles being hurtful,
hiding the drudgery,
teaching us self defence and making one ...
Sunday 14th July 2019 8:43 pm
Also by Ankita Srivastava:Just let it fly |
She is cursed to always crave
master to the slave
bloodstone to the master
cradle to the grave
He guards his wicked treasure
twilight to the dawn
with a selfishness so absolute
sharing with no one
A drop or two won’t satiate
It leaves her empty, unfulfilled
left to wonder moonlit fields
barren plains of a love gone wrong
Sunday 14th July 2019 8:41 pm
Is it me or is it you,
that hates the fact,
that I’m not you?
If it’s me, why do I
look in the mirror wishing,
I was you?
If it’s you, why do you
hate me so true,
cause I’m not like you?
It’s not me!
I now realize why you hate me.
It’s because you hate you,
for love in your heart you never knew,
cause if you had, you’d accept
Sunday 14th July 2019 7:11 pm
Also by DeVaughn:Insight | Puzzle Pieces Of Life | Freedom's Burden |
I hate it's the first thing I think
Hangover lingering from my dreams
There is no response to my error
Just me, feeling the disgust
Of my brain wanting for me
The cause is so straightforward
It almost always is
But I have a secret star
And it guides out of the tempting dim
It's aided with glows from all sides
No's in various forms of logic
Unrealistic, creepy, ...
Sunday 14th July 2019 7:03 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:Cerdd y dydd: Diwrnod dau | Cerdd y dydd: Diwrnod un | Underwater Breaths | Martina McBride had it right |
saved own self
Sunday 14th July 2019 6:24 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:THE JOURNEY | I LAND | RISE | CURRENT | BREEZEWAY |
Write a poem about it, someone said,
so I wrote 'Poem about it'. That's
not what I meant, she carped. Well
get out your harp and then strum
about what it is, precisely, that
your words are meant to convey.
Ave Maria, I added then. That's not
a poem she said. 'Well actuially it is
I ventured to suggest, at least for
those who have the ears that wish
to know and underst...
Sunday 14th July 2019 6:01 pm
Also by Philipos:REACHING OUT | WEATHER WISE | Earth, Wind, and Fire | TRUTH | THOSE NINE GREEK MUSES |
Sunday 14th July 2019 2:14 pm
Also by J R Harris:Look What They’ve Done to My Town Ma (Homage or apology to Melanie Safka) |
Who is God
What is religion
Where exactly is the after life
Why are we here
When we die
How will we know the answers
Sunday 14th July 2019 2:11 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Smile | My Poetry | Death | Oasis |
make the list
spaghetti sauce bananas
take a glance
at the library
and the guitars
I get notices
from the bank account
cancel all plans
gotta have that you gotta have this
dancing check to check
will change your life and it’ll ship free
next day air
following steps with representatives
Sunday 14th July 2019 12:05 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Civilization Takes Two | My Half-Life | Our differences sleep with us | Broken & Compatible | Before the silence falls | Poverty | Routine | my complete lack of technique | Try My Skin | Unseeing | showroom | I Can’t See My Life |
Mummy, my leg hurts,
Can I have some sweets?
I don't want to go to grandma's house,
She smells of cupboards.
Why isn't Auntie May married,
Is it because of her nose?
Billy Jenkins has one,
And he's dyslexic.
I went in the bath yesterday
Go and look at the soap.
It was an accident,
I was trying to mend it.
He's not my real dad.
Sunday 14th July 2019 11:52 am
Also by branwell kent:Dawn Chorus | A Little Boy Dreams Of Revenge | The Tender Trap | Noises | Will You Marry Me? | Haiku Of My Favourite Words | An Obsession With Adverbs | Norfolk | Isn't It A Pity | Sylvia |
The dance hall swirlers, and whirlers,
fast figured the floor.
An additional energy seemed born from theirs
and wrapped itself like streamers around
the happily chaotic stompers and twisters.
With my two left-footed incapability to join them
I could only jealously sit gazing in green wonder
as they, to the flashing fingers of guitarists and blurring drumsticks
went on ...
Sunday 14th July 2019 11:15 am
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:victims? oh yeah! victims! | an old, old drinking buddy as an example | rediscovery | A DEMENTED CASE OF OMG! AND THEN SOMETHING ELSE i THINK | ARSEHOLE-CUM-ARMAGEDDONS ARSONIST | knock knock-who's not there? | dampened | Lord Lonely | when being soft becomes hard |
Everything about you is strange.
That is, interesting for its own sake,
pressing itself upon the whole body
of your attention and imagination. Do you see
the shiver move over tall grass, compelling
evidence a love-lorn god pursues his tryst.
Moving like an astronaut on Mars,
a foreign coin in your hand,
anyone might run after you as if
trying to catch a balloon before it floats ...
Sunday 14th July 2019 8:39 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Benefit Gig | Mutualdisappointment | More About Clouds | These Days As Ever | Architectural Movements |
What beauty comes of war
What beauty comes of war
from all that’s black as blood
from damaged mind and broken bone
What beauty comes of war
What beauty comes of ugliness
from torment trapped in blinding light
from silver landscapes blasted white
What beauty comes of war
Yet how rememb...
Sunday 14th July 2019 8:14 am
Also by Wolfgar:Night Sailing | Watching from stage left | Under the pier at Brighton | Krill | Night Sweats |
Jack In The Green awakens from his slumber
Spring is upon us, nature in all her wonder
Gaze in awe of rebirth, renewal, fertility
Stood deep in the forest, deep within tranquillity
Robin Goodfellow his mischief to perform
Souring milk, trampling crop circles from fields of corn
Tripping those who into the green wood unwary tread
Laughing, yet another traveller away from p...
Sunday 14th July 2019 7:47 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:Amber | Boots 2 | If I Take My Leave | Every Day A Celebration | CENTRAL PARK AFTER DARK | The Water Diviners | City Life - Follow Your Bliss |
We are all lost and forgotten
We all crumble and break in
Even and yet
Set out to
With shaky steps
And we all want a
Bit of privacy
As long as it’s hidden
Until it’s so
It’s time to complain
With long legs
And we’re all
Shouting at the mirror
Expecting it ...
Sunday 14th July 2019 7:43 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:Absent |
I'm a star, burning and melting!!!
Sunday 14th July 2019 4:47 am
Also by Merey Jazbaat:Kasak!! | Ik nazam apkey naam!!! |
When the madman and the lunatic met in a formal feast
They spoke of logic and the frequencies of the moon
"I will conquer the world" said the lunatic "fairly soon!"
"Without a doubt, but be warned" my suave blue-blooded beast
"You will scorch the Earth and crush its people in vain,
The order is singular; even though the moon succeeds
The Great King Sun shall always hold...
Sunday 14th July 2019 1:21 am
Also by Mae Foreman:Wake Up And Smell Reality | The Summer of my Cynicism (Volume 27) | Mirror Says |
She said: ''You forget about
the fall back position
According to the Catholic church
all 'souls' that had no faith
but were without sin-
ended up there.
crawling around for eternity,
crying for their mums!''
Sunday 14th July 2019 1:15 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Parsley Sage, Rosmary and Time | A reprisal awaits... | Touching | Did you brush it from your hair? | Conflation |
Fear in a handful of dust
trust primeval instinct
meet primordial emotion,
in human error,
we are never truly free.
escape the prison, find the sea.
escape the sea, find the walls.
escape the walls
find a mirror
dread conjures beasts
breaks their slumber,
over the horizon,
it will not be dark forever
Something must give.
Saturday 13th July 2019 11:19 pm
Also by John E Marks:Time will say nothing | SNOW IN JULY | Slip of the Tongue | The bringer of plurabilities | No country for young men | A small truth | Under the Volcano | Icelight | PLACE OF RECOVERY | An Essential Melancholy | The solitary rose of your breath | OCCULT RAT-FISH | ¡No Pasarán! | A vague trembling of stars | Skipping wheels of rhyme | J'adore | Lamentation | Genocide in the Christian East | A dark star | Heresy |
I am six years old, my pencil breaks
mid-word in Mrs Foster’s class.
So I turn to my friend Martin,
show him the pencil and whisper,
‘Martin, Martin, my pencil has broke.’
‘Use this,’ he says and passes a substitute,
secretly under our desk.
‘But it’s a red pencil, Martin,’ I say.
He smiles a smile. It is an ‘it’ll all be ok’
sort of smile and so I carry on,
copying lines of words I cannot read,
but which I ...
Saturday 13th July 2019 11:13 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:How Bad It Is |
It wasn’t easy getting here
The street signs looked a little queer
And altogether directions
didn’t seem to me to be very clear
So I steered myself in the direction of help
And resigned myself to a hike because well
What else am I gonna do with myself?
Put my head up on a shelf
The words within me beckoned
And so I went, I reckon
Because old forgotten rhyme
Saturday 13th July 2019 10:39 pm
It’s day 54.
We’re running behind schedule in this process of healing.
Saturday 13th July 2019 10:33 pm
Also by Sognare Gloire:32 Days of Pain | Alzheimer’s | 32 Days of Pain |
Soothe me with dreams, dream-maker when I sleep
pour them generously, softly into my sleeping mind
as it escapes from the world.
May each burn brightly
with the flames of, a beauty, a peace
yet undisclosed to the light of any day
those of a kind my heart has never before felt
those of a kind my eyes have never before seen
those of a kind my soul has ever before b...
Saturday 13th July 2019 6:19 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:Crying Globe supporter | Come along now human vultures..... | Utterly besotted |
Poem 19 of 230: JET
With time-based rail passes,
As many youths still do,
I caught the trains through Europe -
A good time it was, too.
But, late one night that summer,
I ran full-on in vain,
Through quiet streets in Paris,
To catch the London train.
And, at that Paris station,
They closed the doors throughout,
For cleaning through the morning,
Insisting - stragglers out.
So it was th...
Saturday 13th July 2019 5:57 pm
deep cuts too cold to flow
put neil young on the radio
jab a finger in and try to spill 'er
cortez cortez what a killer
contusion blue I stop the bleeding
stop writing the you all over me
black label paste a plaster mask across my face
"organically grown in a cruelty-free zone" is what I say
'cuz a buffer's the thing to cinch up the feeding
and cover the red they never need see
Saturday 13th July 2019 2:35 pm
Also by elPintor:saving face | cataclysm and containment--Stage 1 |
‘With how sad steps, O Moon …’
Oh, author of such a line
Do you watch me these hundreds of years hence
With kind eyes?
Where are the ages between the ancients and me?
Spirits are pacing the night.
And do they walk, too, on the moon
Ballooning across its scarred face
In seven league boots
Mumbling folksy information
Through inverted fishbowls?
Saturday 13th July 2019 2:19 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:SCHIZOPHRENIA | Less 'Me' and More 'US' | WEDDING RECEPTION |
To You who art
To me, when I see
The made star night
Displacing the confusion
Of maps and charts.
A darkness that is as light
As the day when
The sweat and the blood
Tasted by a dying thief
Glistened, glistened, glistened,
While the hot sky
Darkened, darkened, darkened.
No star was seen
Falling, falling, w...
Saturday 13th July 2019 12:40 pm
Also by afishamongmany:Drive-Through Movie | What I Have |
He's a bar room philosopher a poet with an empty glass a master of the unpaid laugh a true character
He's got shuffling feet and waving hands, entertaining as he stands, lining up the optics on the corner of the bar
And he loves a drink and a smoke tells his story with a joke
He's busking on the streets of town singing to an unfamiliar crowd, singing all the songs you you know, well he...
Friday 12th July 2019 10:40 pm
The Sea will part
Leaders will all fade away into the annals of time
taking with them their power and their deeds
Wars they started will be forgotten
their wealth left behind for others to squabble over
Wisdom and knowledge will be sifted as sand
religions and philosophies as passing clouds
Mighty edificies will fall and crumble
objects of desire and greed, tokens...
Friday 12th July 2019 10:30 pm
i'm jealous of the wind that caresses your skin
each breath of air that you breathe in
i'm jealous of the birds that catch your eye
their flight so elegant across the sky
i'm jealous of the song that sticks in your head
and the cotton sheets that cover your bed
Friday 12th July 2019 8:17 pm
Also by Eiren Water:upon waking (for the first time) | lesson not learned | scintillating conversation | Winter Came | This is a cautionary tale. Pay attention, please. Take heed. |
Left alone, just 4 days old. Four days of seeing your face, hearing your voice, caresses and kisses.
The bond never broken as she walked out the door.
Papers signed and sealed. She had to go just a child herself. Her now shameful secret forever to keep.
My heart always empty for her, the search always vigilant.
The dream, we meet, She is still the child hiding. I am now the adult. ...
Friday 12th July 2019 7:30 pm
there are electrons passing from my lips to yours
when we kiss
some infinite number of universes
dissolve between us in the warm spit of passion
and when I close my eyes and feel your tongue
ask such sweet questions it's like
the most enormous thing
could not possibly mean less
and I can feel it now
it is the life that we live again as we ...
Friday 12th July 2019 2:13 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:the bird and the puddle |
Always, I want to see
the place of work
I sit and wonder
of the artist’s desk
what trinkets, what tools
Always, I picture in my mind
the artist’s desk
and what blue-tacked postcards
what scribbled notes of inspiration
may surround it
Is it by a window
is it in a basement
Do they toil below a craning lamp
or by dim candle light
do they have a desk at all
or just a s...
Friday 12th July 2019 2:02 pm
Also by Tom:Great Destroyers | We Walked Along The Wall | Love And Everything Else |
My chest hurts, I can’t sleep.
My lungs are so tired
Im so tired.
ill take my third shower to try to wash the fear away
I smile, I’m okay
I feel good today!
Dont look at me I might puke
I’ve slept five hours in two days
I feel like I’m 1000 pounds
My world is spinning 360°
My vision is gone
your voice echos
I hit the gr...
Friday 12th July 2019 11:45 am
Also by Yakuti:5am |
I threw my words into
Empty rooms and boxes
Then gave each one a knife
Friday 12th July 2019 10:11 am
When I was younger
all I did was hunger
to be in your loving arms
to feel your warm embrace
but all you did was spread me
all over the place
your constant discontent
ate at the layers
the layers of my skin
my tissue was your issue
it wasn’t of your kin
I wasn’t made of your DNA
so you left me malnourished
my flesh would rot
I would beg you
Friday 12th July 2019 9:33 am
Also by Melan Drifter:Something New |
When we try to hold on
To the handles that no longer turn
The keys that no longer fit
The jokes that are no longer funny
The lies that we told to get ourselves
Through the year of days
We can say that they are full of rust
When the hinges on the doors remain stuck fast
And we have hung on to the paper clippings
Of a love that collects dust
The engine and the bra...
Friday 12th July 2019 9:13 am
Also by Martin Elder:Lost in space |
The day starts with a glimpse of you
The thick frame glasses and you standing tall
Smile on your face, leaves so much more to desire.
Deep blue in your adorable eyes has stories to tell.
Stories about your compassion & courage
Stories that would keep us awake all night
An inner beauty that you chose to hide
That deep longing pain that you keep in your closet....
Thursday 11th July 2019 11:06 pm
Confession I’ve lost so much of myself. I didn’t even know where to pick up the pieces . I began to question who I was , what I loved , what drove me . This shit was crazy it was like I woke up one day and didn’t even remember who I was too much has happened my life was paused but I aged like fine wine . What’s happening to me .This was more depressing then a freaky Friday movie and this didn’t ...
Thursday 11th July 2019 4:51 pm
I sit and I think, too long
Let the scourge cloud belief,
Doubts float in, fog over
Let unfounded fear flood confidence and control
Wash away certainty
It is one thing of which I can have no doubts
That the tide of conviction will turn
Bring with it the wrecking
Second Guess - a vessel departing for a neverending voyage
Wednesday 10th July 2019 10:53 pm
Also by Mel Shield:Sister |
Losses and Gains
Put fear on the list of things you should lose
With odd socks and gloves and your second best shoes.
Let regret go with burdensome guilt,
Give them away with your second hand quilt.
Composure and peace can often seem hid,
Like the start of the sellotape orTupperware lid.
The loss of the key to your bike lock or shed,
Is nothing to losing control of your he...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 9:50 pm
Also by mike booth:F**ck It | It's Not You... It's Me: A Brexit Breakup Poem | A Prose Piece... |
it is a drear evening
a barren table
would-be sculpting in the varnish
sinking through an open window
my son is leaving
i sit and watch the fire
turn to ash
are seen no more
soon we’ll say farewell
i remember how when young
he’d run and jump on me
i’d hug him
treat him like a king
as any lov...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 7:15 pm
An eye contact so forceful it leaves bruises.
If you want to create a nation of sincere people give them war and concentration camps.
Sleep the motion of stillness a wave of silence.
Sleep: In the absence of all stimuli we forget we exist.
Sappho does not mourn burned papyrus but deaf ears. For she is still singing and no one hears her.
They feed the malnourished with delicious dece...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 5:45 pm
Sitting to the east
Sloping down to the edge
Of that other world
In the summer sun
In the winter chill
The sentinel watched over
The little family in the cottage in the hollow
Lately it had felt her sorrow
It knew when she left Pant y Lleiniau
And walked slowly along the cart track
To reach the little bridge under the trees
Where she crossed Nant yr Efail ...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 5:20 pm
bleeding she bleeds
warm fluid it pours
until it can pour no more
every molecule of life
a warm pool on the foor
quicker than farewell
enough for a well
if only a well would
make her well
for if it were
one shalt wish for you
for the pool to be dry
the floor to remain
away red stain
and if to wish again
erase now the pain
a river of red
helpless nurse by our...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 4:03 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:the colours we can't see but I see | Back to square one | The Band With Five Hands |
LIFE IS NOT A BATTLE- NOT EVEN A WAR BUT A CURSADE
For every darkness there is s light
For every death a new life
For every winter a spring
Every night has a sun
This fucked up world is nothing but contradictions, mysteries, and lost souls. Then out of nowhere comes a four leave clover, a piece of blue glass and a painted sky to re...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 2:23 pm
Also by Robert Williams:Enough |
I can't move or
that itchy buzzing
than a corpse.
Wednesday 10th July 2019 1:24 pm
Also by Sophie Morley:We are not your fucking pets. | In the shower |
"Guard your heart"
you'd say with a hug.
I would nod
with a glance that says
The trouble is
you cannot find
in your armor
you've been pierced.
Try as I might
my heart has suffered,
taken a beating.
is a trial by fire.
Wednesday 10th July 2019 7:20 am
Also by Grape:i don't even want to give you the satisfaction of having your name in the title | made it out alive |
Time for bed, and turning out the
warm lamp lights.
Watching from my bedroom window,
The park is very much alive tonight.
The wind, it whistles loudly
through the rooftops and the trees.
That small old man is back again,
He sleeps in the same place in
the royal oak park in front of me.
On the wood chipped brown bench
Cold, hard and damp.
He rests his weary body for the...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 10:48 pm
Also by Emer Ni Chorra:Unrequited Love | Sheep |
Night 'Shifts' !
It’s two a.m. (It maybe three).
But far from “Nighty-night!”, for me.
‘Ceiling-gaze’, through gravelled eyes.
I need to rest .... before sunrise.
Insomnia? I’m ‘conscious’ proof.
I may as well re-slate the roof !
Or else, I’d simply rake the lawn
to keep me busy, until dawn.
“Pillow-punches”: ‘jumpy’ legs.
“Why can’t I sleep?”, the que...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 10:32 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:Presenting the Present. | 'Double' Act! | Old Heads on Young Shoulders! |
I have a lump in my breast.
They want to give it a test.
I hope it fails.
It mustn’t revise,
Must stay unwise.
It really needs to fail.
It’s small like a pea.
Hard as a nail.
Attached to my flesh.
Jelly bean hiding,
terror cells collide.
Hand pressing down,
Massaging my breast
It hides for a moment
Just feel my chest.
Tuesday 9th July 2019 9:49 pm
Also by Louise Hogg:Homeless Curse |
Demi Stalker – Demon Dog Walker
The bravest cat of all
Is Ms Demi Stalker
Who earns her living
As a demon dog walker.
A resourceful cat
Whose skills abound
Can walk at one time
Twenty two hounds.
She lines them up
The tallest first
Greyhounds and St Bernard’s
And underneath them Bratwursts
Those dashing little sausages
With tummies on the ground
Tuesday 9th July 2019 7:46 pm
Also by eve nortley:Ecologists Haiku | I Wish... | Outside Walmart | It's War | OUTSIDE TIME |
No strategic plans in this battle
A war without guns or explosives
Yet many victims and casualties
Some succumb to its powerful draw
Others battle on defencelessly
Along the way they experience fear
dread of an endless existence bubble
A treadmill of pills and well wishes
A mountain of advice to climb
Even though it’s futile words again
Do they really understand the pain?
Is there compr...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 6:42 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Blind Date |
A monster has appeared in my body,
A demon has struck I feel shoddy.
You made me think you were the answer to my pain,
I let you in but there was no gain.
You soon ruled and became my master,
And led me down a road to disaster.
Now all I do is cheat ,steal and lie.
The deeper I go the more I cry.
Drugs have become my best friend,
To stop taking them I see no en...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 4:53 pm
They fuck you up, these brexit turds,
it's what they're born to, that's their rôle;
they fill you with their empty words
much as they shit into your soul.
Of course, they've heard it all before,
from parents - and grandparents too:
"compassion's out! You must abhor
those migrants, or they'll overrun you."
Racists perpetuate themselves
and make others like them,...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 9:25 am
Also by Richie Muster:Iron (For Jim) |
Boris lurks in clever Grecian lines
Pernod! Demos, oher!
I met her on Tinder, Medusa, she said she was Greek
Now I am stood here with a statue of Apollo
Bandaged babies, lepers and bikes
Refrain, refrain, rain
Boris Johnson is trashing
Davey’s wine bar,
Demis Roussos is singing ‘Do you
Think I’m sexy?’ to Angie and Dave
See the sea, let the wi...
Tuesday 9th July 2019 8:25 am
As friends solemnly told him to call
On them if ever he needed anything,
Only his pastor was candid enough
To tell him Jesus alone would stay.
And so it was as it had always been,
Walking alone on the beach, in town,
Along the highway, and in the upstairs
Hallway with no memory of being carried.
He supposed Jesus was a faithful companion,
But a bit quiet, and not much help when
Tuesday 9th July 2019 7:18 am
Also by Randy Horton:Poetry is Regional |
She never was an angel
Yet, there was light about her.
They say good conquers evil
But even the bold falter.
Inside her head thoughts ran deep -
Popping pills to stay relaxed.
Mental scars and lack of sleep
Cause for another Prozac.
Simple fix becomes habit,
Self-prescribed daily doses,
Tells herself 'I must have it' -
Life less lived comatose.
Drug induced comfort, forget-me-co...
Monday 8th July 2019 8:32 pm
Also by Wallflower:Audio Visual | Silent Battles | What Was Left of Me Is Now History: | Untitled |
They are your gardians,they are your motivators, they are your protectors, they are your teachers
They are supposed to guide you through your young life, to help you achieve your goals
They are supposed to give you hope and encourage you to reach your dreams, to help you go far
They are supposed to watch out for you when you are weak and innocent, to help keep pain from touching you
Monday 8th July 2019 2:47 pm
Also by ByteSize:Troublesome Organ |
Do you still think about me?
Am I one of your painful memories?
Do I cross your mind when you're all alone and trying to sleep?
I can say that all is the truth for me
I'm just a grain of sand and you are the sea.
You wrap around my brain until I can't fucking breathe.
Do you remember trying not to cry?
The day we finally said goodbye.
Feeling like we're alone but surrounded by a hundred ey...
Monday 8th July 2019 2:12 pm
You’re not supposed to write it down
but I do because it’s you within
the market stalls, summoning aromas, bars,
brawls, and all the girls you bought
you said were called Rose.
A salty dog legacy; inherited protection.
It’s logged within your history,
existed well before me, the internet,
or Civvy Street.
Now it lives in echoes
in a box beneath the bed,
Monday 8th July 2019 9:46 am
Vessels in time emulate arms.
If I were mistaken that the grandiose metamorphosis was the metaphysical butterfly into the dawning of bullets; puncturing the veil…It is because my old soul emerged early into epiphany.
Soon sailboats will anchor on my wings...Born foot first. Halo around my neck...Mama cried...Bring her beneath the lights they said. I was not breathing...Then, I frantically wa...
Sunday 7th July 2019 10:00 pm
Also by Mimi:...Die And Live With Me... | ...We Are Us Jose... | ...This Is Man... |
TinCap’s log. Stardate: nowish.
Energy from a big bang churned in a sun for billions of years & several seconds ago launched earthward at the speed of light & deflected off stuff & hit my optic nerve which sent chemical-electrical signals into my neural network generating my experience of seeing an apple hanging on a tree.
Other energy - x-rays, infare...
Sunday 7th July 2019 9:08 pm
Sunday 7th July 2019 4:23 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Wimbledon - by Izzy | Sights & Sounds of Amsterdam |
I could blossom under your hands
let us show them how
Saturday 6th July 2019 10:28 pm
Farewell John McCririck - known to one and all as Big Mac,
A staple of TV's horse-racing until the moderns gave you the sack.
Your larger than life persona...the clown you pretended to be
Weren't thought to be what people wanted in this 21st PC century.
But your act gave racing a profile that it hadn't established before
And you were the punter's champion...giving the bookies what-...
Saturday 6th July 2019 6:08 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:YESTERDAY ONCE MORE - a re-post for Summer |
Oga driver, You've your horse with you, Riding your donkey together, Raising your voice like mega phone, Holding your passenger like a thief. **** You get sounds from voice, Having completing your mission, Yet searching for vision, Rejecting money from the fowl. **** Get me that flop, Barking like a dog that want to bite, Jumping down from your horse, Like a trained warrior with no t...
Saturday 6th July 2019 4:15 pm
I'm dedicated. Not addicted. I'm in control. It's my desicion. I say what And I say where. And if you ask jus rig;;
Saturday 6th July 2019 5:19 am
How we got around to each others homes back then, I have no idea. Americans live so far apart from one another, much farther than it takes to call each other neighbors or even to be in the same town. Remembering being sixteen, most of my memories simply start at someone’s house, as if the memory is begotten. Or better yet, just a sliver of silver in the jelly of my life. I can’t remember the name ...
Saturday 6th July 2019 4:05 am
Also by Edward Jordan Barger:Locket at Lafferty’s (Maps by the YYY’s) |
the road begins with mighty hopes
walking down the rocky roads
she dips and drops an then she gropes
the dream of gods and all the odds
and then she meets the strangest folks
that turn around and speak with codes
that live and laugh and then tell the jokes
about people of the rocky roads
and sell the dreams meant to provoke
her gods the odds and the mighty hopes
Saturday 6th July 2019 12:21 am
Cocaine, Molly, LSD
Mushrooms, H, methamphetamines
Pipes and bongs
The imperfect storm
Opiates, the Oxys
But come with big regret
Touched such lows
You’ve lost your soul
Too late now
Can’t turn back time
Waste moments by dwelling
In what’s behind
Friday 5th July 2019 8:01 am
In the world of friendly strangers...
Often we are victim to ignorant dangers...
We sulk back and wonder what next,
Stuck between apprehensions and moment changers...
Alas! I am a hostage to my own inertia.
Faces when I see, and those eyes that wait...
I ask myself if they speak or interrogate...
My state of mind puts a word of caution;
In my ears unknown voices reverb...
Friday 5th July 2019 6:42 am
Also by ai ou:Faces |
It's a celebration every time we get together
pyrotechnic flower weather, bloom and spread
the atmosphere can barely contain the fountain from which our toroidal love flows and rains
post its that say i love you on the smorgasbord
my ears perk up at the whispers of sweet nothings
the dogs admire our connection with puppy dog eyes as the fireworks soar
brief moments in love i...
Friday 5th July 2019 2:01 am
The Ghost Of Our Old Granny
Well… the funeral went off without cause for concern
And the vicar did well in his roll
He paid Our Old Granny a lot of respect
Before bunging her down in the hole
And then afterwards at the funeral wake
Nothing but kind words were said
So why then has she’s come back to haunt us
Why has she come back from the dead
It was ...
Thursday 4th July 2019 10:10 pm
You Are the company you keep.
I don't believe in color ..I believe in culture.
Surround yourself with what is reflected
magnet to light and love
take pride in appearances, skin tones and lyrics-
mental illness, mental wellness, states of delirium, quantum physics..
--just a list of things I don't understand.
heart of hearts
Thursday 4th July 2019 4:13 pm
Years passed in days,
In a little lucidity but in much haze,
All ways led to a new maze,
Yet, hungry is heart for a little praise.
Of these fleeting birthdays.
Thursday 4th July 2019 11:36 am
Deserted in the oven,
Against the curds,
And the seashell's hollow.
Gothamed to the berge,
It's the Titanic's ocean,
Casted within iron.
Fall victim to the shared beliefs of the miserable day,
And cry the mellowed yellow,
Fantasia and African islands.
Howling to the Moon,
The wrong dough to knead,
Craters befall the morning.
Thursday 4th July 2019 8:12 am
Mind is freed of personality, soul is lifted out of eternity. You stumble and fall crawl into a ball the world sways and falls. A hand firm and light lifts you up and guides you through the night. As you stumble it tumbles out of you they grumble and mumble and drag you out of it.
Thursday 4th July 2019 7:35 am
Also by Bullshitpoems:Stranded | Life |
I can do nothing.
I can do things.
I can do nothing.
I can do things.
I can do what I want.
I can live, I can love.
Here I am.
There I go.
Here I am.
There we go.
All my love and all my care.
All my hate and my despair.
Nothing borrowed nothing kept.
All my love, and all I wept.
Wednesday 3rd July 2019 11:47 pm
(Painting by Elijah Walton 1832-1880
Birmingham Museum & Art Gallery).
I am not sure whether
They are ascending
Steps cut in snow
Might indicate the latter
But I am no expert.
What I do know, is that
This was the infancy
Of Alpine climbing,
Their big hats
And long ice picks
Wednesday 3rd July 2019 9:44 pm
I don't want to push you away
I could ruin everything we have
I'm scared one day you'll see it all
And then you'll leave me to fall
I'm trying so hard to be perfect
I've been fighting all my instincts
It's been better for the most part
With you here with me
The thing I do sometimes
I know they don't make sense
The way my brain ticks
I know it's hard to ac...
Wednesday 3rd July 2019 4:24 am
Tendrils of stars crawl the dark,
the night clouds glide in the solitary scent of lonliness: our dreams caress our alienated bodies
Then i figet through abandoned works
sleeping for an hour then awake again
the poems have no shape
the blackbirds chant in the peaceful air
The sun is planning to return
Life is filled with beautiful music
Do not listen for the sounds of time...
Tuesday 2nd July 2019 3:59 am
Also by Neil Francis Brooks:Soft translations from a unknown language | Outside a gallery | Proving a circle |