Poetry Blogs (2019, family)
trevor homer on STILL LIVES, DISTANT VOICES - a love story in 4. acts. (1 hour ago)
Jemima Jones on no more the demanding sound of his snapping fingers (2 hours ago)
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
The numb thump of my heart beating against my rib cadge,
Unknown pain of sadness always giving me rage.
Desperately grasping at the last memories that I had with you,
Tears roll down my face when I find thats an issue.
The blood in my veins is so hard to contain,
The thoughts of death flood through to my brain.
Hard to fight past the devil inside of me,
I promise my na...
Thursday 13th June 2019 7:12 pm
Forgive me, for not
being the mother
you needed me to be.
For being too busy,
too naive to see
what was happening
in front of me.
For being silent
when your father
screamed and demeaned.
For when I thought it
was sweet that your
boyfriend carried you
to your room when you
For not enough hugs
and too many lectures.
For not seeing the signs
Friday 17th May 2019 3:29 pm
I have the feeling again
I need to bleed these words out of me
Now that I have reached that age
Spoken of with such pain and rage
Sitting here tippity-tap
Oh, what is it, dear?
It's me, it's me,
It was always me
And that is my deepest fear
What do we want
When we are so very small
Every coo, every crawl
Is a mountainous haul
And the cheers, oh they come!...
Saturday 13th April 2019 5:49 pm
In a previous century my grandfather died
Only weeks after my great uncle.
A few weeks later, my grandmother
Made a quick trip to the grocery store
And returned to find her house in flames.
Having lost her brother, husband, and home
In a matter of weeks, my uncle Skeet
(so known because as a child he was
No bigger than a mosquito or “skeeter")
Tried to comfort his s...
Thursday 11th April 2019 8:14 am
For some, the writer's plight may be staring at a blank page, fear of rejection, or resistance presented in various forms. For me, the writer's plight is being available morning, noon, and night to welcome a steady stream of pop-in visitors with expectations of providing conversation, cooking, cleaning, even childcare for hours on end.
With a Mona Lisa smile, I weigh the importance of what my d...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 4:23 am
I watch you silently
Tears sparkling in your eyes
I wonder if you want the comfort
When you won’t tell me why (you cry)
You go about the day
As normal as can be
I wonder how you smile
But I know the truth inside (you cry)
Your voice seldom wavers
And your friends never see
But alone you start to lose the mask
And I can see the cracks (you hide)
Monday 8th April 2019 9:03 pm
Road crashes are every minute
Here and there, in every point
More than a million killed a year
And speed is death, no doubt
“Drive Safely” is only choice
ٍSafety belt, has no "price"
Come back safe for the family
We live "once", not twice
Road is not real excuse
But the behavior is a main cause
For crashes all over that world
No more anger .. no abuse
Friday 5th April 2019 9:08 pm
She stares at the ocean.
The waves crashing and falling.
Crumbling, Like an avalanche.
Everything falling apart.
For you can’t ride the boat.
You are imobile.
People do everything for you.
A King they would murmur.
Chasing you, begging for your attention.
Although you fear publicity.
But when that crocodile ran you up that tree
did you dare to b...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:05 pm
I've been asking myself a question, lately
About what it is that I want
Because when I look inside myself
I see no aspirations of fame
No want for success
Instead I see the plates of food I fixed
The worn pages of books I've read
I see a bright day and tall clouds
The wind blowing the pollen
The sunlight cutting through
I see trees gnarled and thick, muddy paths...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:57 pm
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
One of my favorite games
to play as a child
was seeing shapes
in the clouds:
It was one of the
of my childhood.
As I grew up,
I began to see
Now in the archway
of my golden years,
I see beauty that
brings me to tears:
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:18 pm
I inhale the tears
welling up in my eyes.
Feeling like I don't have
the right to cry for
letting so much time go by
without saying hi,
how are you doing,
what's new in your life?
I "kept in touch"
on social media,
and food for
people who didn't
know your name.
I was proud of you,
Monday 4th February 2019 4:04 am
Today, we're together
Tomorrow, we're apart
As Cinema .. as the Theater,
An End for the Start
Thanks to God for Life
To work .. earn and learn
Pray .. to keep Survive
Happiness to reach and Yearn
Surely, you're assigned
For a role to achieve a goal
Unless you've that mind
You need to heal your soul
Saturday 2nd February 2019 5:56 pm
You do not exist anymore
You are absolutely nothing
Unconscious, intangible, not there.
You exist in my mind,
You live on through that funny anecdote
That recipe, that legacy, our memory.
You are my tragic backstory,
The key to solving why I am the way I am
What you made me...
Friday 18th January 2019 7:55 pm
The words that come out of my mouth
Sometimes they just fall out
And I can't tell if they really belong to me
Sometimes I hear my voice
Because my mind gives me no choice
But to say all these things I don't really believe
The baggage claim has my name
Written all over it
What a shame I lost the game
Before I had the chance to blow it
He never felt the need
To check for monsters b...
Friday 11th January 2019 1:15 am
All I want is here
the tree that reaches the ceiling:
with the decorations the boy had helped hang
and the lights he could reach
to pull off
I hope they like my gifts
the presents beneath the low branches:
with the labels that the girls had turned over
and peeped at to see
which was theirs
I am alone with Christmas
Tuesday 1st January 2019 11:52 pm