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 |