Poetry Blogs (Sep 2019)
The Final Act
I do not want you to stand there as if dumb
required out of a conformist etiquette to be present
I have arranged my funeral as a theatre for all
for family, friends and bystanders alike
This time within these sacred portals will stain your eternal memory
as no other farewell has or ever will
My body will be borne on the shoulders of those who I love
Friday 20th September 2019 11:57 pm
Also by keith jeffries:An Autumnal Rhapsody | Down Memory Lane | An Ancient Language | A Moment in Time | The End | My Other.... | She Died Recently........ | Our Destiny | A Spiritual Home | Needless Burdens | The Final Blast | He Stepped Inside |
Louise was out with Jim having a meal,
The print was minute on the menu,unhappy she did feel.
"Waitress, a question about the menu please."
"The men I please are none of your business Louise! "
Friday 20th September 2019 11:52 pm
Also by hugh:Devour and Crunch | Manchester City Council ,please listen to me !Put no cycling signs up on Market street for all to see! | No chicks at the flicks ! | Palestine protesters demonstrating outside H.S.B.C. | A political plea.ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! | Friday the 13th,a sad day for Sammy the skeleton | Friday the 13th,female integration | Breaking news,passenger flies plane from Manchester to Alicante | How old? | Homelessness | Souper wit | A rat's prayer | Aspirations of a Refugee | Vote Remain |
With tight Puppet Strings, it controls me,
It's iron fists strangle all breath from my lungs
Its ink black tendrils cover my heart and envelope my mind.
There is no escape.
I drown with no water about,
My tears come in rivers that stream down my face
and my screams, there in no more horrible a sound.
My heart bears the pain of a thousand knives
and my body, no...
Friday 20th September 2019 10:54 pm
Also by Kate Hubbard:Belonging |
What ever happened to the 3 little pigs? Here's a little reworking for 2019
Piggy was lying
On therapist's couch
When Bad Wolf
Had blown down
Out of sticks
Friday 20th September 2019 10:15 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Snakes & Ladders | Hourglass | Hope | Bumblebee | Friday 13th | Bridge Of Forgiveness | Older | Selfie Obsessed | The Magician | Climate Change | Her Dog's Voice | Mixed Messages | Bad Brexit Romance | Poetic Pianist | Woven song titles | Never serious, Never settled | Warrior of Spirit |
your love takes my breath away.
I come up for air, and
your kisses breathe life,
and love, into my being.
You clinch me in your embrace:
your love takes my breath away,
smothers me with kisses,
I come up for air, yet again.
Entangled, we cling to one another,
floating on a raft of love.
We are one,
Friday 20th September 2019 9:57 pm
Also by Jill Ashforth:Inverleith Avenue | It is a Gift... |
Here where the light shows itself off
a canal turns its back on the buildings
sniffs and moves on,
draws itself into dead ends
doubles back to check bridges
its reflection, its meanderings,
spreads out to tease banks
garlanded, with tresses that tumble,
is pleased with its imperceptible flow
lays on its back in pools of sun
blends into night as dark dreams begin.
Friday 20th September 2019 9:49 pm
Also by ray pool:PIPE DREAMS | PAST CONTENDERS | HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVE | THE CURSE OF A NON DRINKER |
A HUNTING WE WILL GO.
The Tunnel Rat is small, yet strong.
Just like the Vietcong.
He fights with a pistol and a torch.
VC have scorpions on their front porch.
The tunnels are long and narrow.
Dug out by hand, hoe and barrow.
Tunnels with their buffers and bends.
Deflect the explosives the Americans send.
Tunnel Rats have to crawl on their knees.
It’s a bit tight...
Friday 20th September 2019 8:29 pm
Also by Mick Stewart:Vietnam's Forgotten Army. | The Shooter | Jungle Blues |
The stones will speak of it
through phones that unclog
static sounds – and yet for
now the images of hungry
lions leashed upon the open
cells where wait inside the
half-starved men and woman
claiming Christ the only King.
I searched the sky to see if I
could find the answer there of
mortals doomed to die in what
they saw as valiant ways to lift
their souls to prophets of their
Friday 20th September 2019 7:03 pm
Also by Philipos:GOLDEN BOG ROBBERY | (untitled) | (untitled) | BEASTLINESS | (untitled) | MILITARY LINES | SPOT THAT TUNE | DONNER UND BLITZEN | ASCENSION | SANTIAGO DE CUBA |
Yes it was pleasant and amazing!
How i was so careless and naive,
And just enjoying my age, my precious times.
My innocence that i dont have to defend.
I go where i want to, I eat and play all day long;
I climbed the mountains, play in the rain;
Build a house in the bush;
Watch my favorite noontime cartoon series at four.
Listen to my grandfather's folk stories on...
Friday 20th September 2019 5:02 pm
Also by meya:Fantasy |
not as a father but
had performed let me say and rightly so
as a sadistic pretender to that title
danced the child all the ways through false promises
to where the evil side of his nature
would be waiting for her to grow and assume her prisoner status
how she would learn to dread his waking,
his rising like an avenging fallen angel
angry to be sober
Friday 20th September 2019 4:50 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:birth of memory's death | figure of fun | an ideal deal | is this the hope-ward road? | with hAvOc as a memory | inexplicable entities | unforgettable underdogs aka real human beings ( a just HAS TO BE for all on WOL ) | weak days | withdrawal |
As it's Climate Day today
I thought they'd be more green
but the traffic on the ring road
is as bad as it's ever been
People won't give up their cars
they don't know how to cope
though I do offer a solution
to give folk a little hope
Get yourself a hoop and stick
"But wait" I hear you moan
"If I lose the little stick
how will I get home?"
Friday 20th September 2019 4:04 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Naked Unconditional Love | REMOVING STAINS | ALPHA MALE | Kemo Sabe | ...contains scenes of a sexual nature. | Girls Night Out |
drawn but not defeated by routine.
So much colour,
so much future in one place
cannot be discreet.
Quarts trapped in pint-pots!
Spirits simply too big
to fit still-growing bodies.
So much lifeforce
temper tantrums -
excess leaking from
Later, on the tram
Friday 20th September 2019 3:35 pm
The poem will be written later. Audio available.
Friday 20th September 2019 2:24 pm
Also by Ghazala Lari:i wish!! |
I hold my crystal
my left hand it lights up
I pass it to you
your whole body lights up
every muscle it touches it relaxes
and heals you
I know you feel it
because my heart it feels you
your body lit up with
a silver outline
the light it turns red at the base
of your spine
eliminates pain and energy
every tiny molecule
every last hair
orange from red
your pelvis sacral
Friday 20th September 2019 12:46 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:Finlay Milo | VERA VEE | SEBASTIAN |
Love is a terror
it often stumps
through trial & error
and hoops we jump,
Once the fire is lit
we endure the lumps
Love still prevails
despite its bumps!
Friday 20th September 2019 12:35 pm
Also by d.knape:Put Some Clothes On | Goodbye Typewriter | Meatballs Tonight | Birds Of A Feather | IN fIELDS | Paying The Bills | BBQ | Unfriendly Skies | Hay | Bad Example | Buzz | Funny Face | No Comment | On A Roll | Busybodies | All These Aging Hippies | I Hear Freedom Singing | Our Fathers |
Hang the sword above my cot by the single hair of a horses tale,
That even in my sleep I must beware the shadow of its blade,
Lest I forget price to pay should my endeavours fail,
As it strains at its slim tether, all that keeps its fall delayed,
And let its weight fill my mind as the second hand slices time,
Let its ever present threat weigh heavy on my soul,
Certain in the know...
Friday 20th September 2019 11:55 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Storm Crows | An Ideal World | The Cutter | Lead Me Not | I Bought A Kayak | A Stone For The Miller (Collaboration Feat Mae Foreman) | The Key Fumbled |
Soft swathes of September wind
stroke my welcoming skin,
its warm touch offers solace
to my stationary form.
A slow slight cadence
and a flighty rhythm,
this wind it soothes me.
Eyes closed shut so tightly
that sleep begins its
slow inward stroll
to silently steal my waking world,
and deliver me to the dream domain
where the calming wind
continues to hold me ...
Friday 20th September 2019 11:34 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Morning sunrise | Thorn in her side | Turning my back | Confess |
He has a heart of gold
Kindness towards sick, needy and old
His attitude is full of gratitude
Gracious manners always viewed
A handsome young man with might and glory
Humblness soaring high in his beautiful story
I have jumped madly in love with the knight of power
Always blessed to be in his presence to get his love shower
His eyes are furiously true and full of light
Friday 20th September 2019 10:51 am
Also by Do.RoThY:Creepy!! | Acceptance!!! | Pen!! | Desires (part II) | Happy birthday dear You!!! | Happy birthday!! | Exam fever!! | Frozen!! | Flight of fantasy!! | Castle of love!! | Memories for rest of my life!!! | Midnight!! | Crippled!! | Journey!! |
No matter how far
To the other side of the moon
if you like
Sadness follows an exile.
Never at ease
Thinking of what is forsaken
Finding it impossible
To find the way back home.
Friday 20th September 2019 8:59 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:home from the cinema | tears at night | the outdoors | several haiku | suicede | looking for serenity | sleepless | flowers | a notion | Jacob's ladder | blowing in the wind | as the wind blows | future | reality check | consensous | the collapse |
Yes Mr Trump
With Mr Trump dismissing another staffer
there will soon be no-one left to fill the White House
What about me ?
Here is my questionnaire
Can I sit in the background and nod ? YES
Do I have a nice smile (and white teeth) ? YES
Can I make a sandwich ? YES
Do I believe everything Mr Trump says and does ? YES
It appears I'...
Friday 20th September 2019 7:47 am
Also by Don Matthews:Shit! the Board are after me | Appalling | But Am I Crazy ? | Winston Where Have They Taken It ? | WOL Muse Bus Tour and Thalia (thankyou Philipos) | Banning Plastics | Where Are You My Publisher? | Our Master is a Slave Driver | Joni Mitchell 1969 | Mugabe's Dead | Wanna, Gonna, Sorta, Wot ? | If | Poet in Training 2017 | I Just Don't Get It? 1 & 2 | Americans Don't Understand English | WOL's Kiddie Kindergarten (today's lesson the letter J) | Maybe |
(From "Pieces of Me")
You can be anything you want, they said
Throwing falsehoods at her
Freedoms of youth
With a path yet unlived
Not even written yet
But when she tried to follow her dreams
They said slow down
Time is on your side
And knowledge only comes with age
And she did learn
That time is against us all
Friday 20th September 2019 6:56 am
You wake me early, with a kiss-scapade and your eyes bright like the morning light that snuck through onto my pillowcase.
You open my car door with a knowing grin, and I make ridiculous guesses, but you refuse to reveal your plans.
First, across the bridges of Jacksonville, to historic Avondale, where old-Florida gardens and old-money mansions show us their frills.
My first time at the Fox, a v...
Friday 20th September 2019 4:34 am
Also by Candice Reineke:Sea Oats Already Know |
With the power you claim,
you must know the peril
of our divided bloodline.
You spoke with a whisper
and tore me in two.
One’s wisdom only
extends, until they realize
they have none.
How shall a descendant
march toward the light?
Should he follow bulb or candle?
has left us here to ponder.
To bare the weight
of bickering childre...
Thursday 19th September 2019 8:34 pm
Also by Chaz Allen:Day 3 | Dark Matter | Courage | Climb | CHI | Celestial |
I share with you
that many have compared
my poetry to Dylan’s.
I feel the need however
to qualify that they were referring
to the former England rugby captain
Thursday 19th September 2019 6:23 pm
Also by John Coopey:I JUST LOVE MONDAYS |
Global news now!
See all about it right here!
Stories of the planet we look for...
Bizarre to see such pointless celebrity gossip instead.
These superstars are now the most important thing in life.
What a bitter shame.
To begin with you will feel no difference.
Soon this commercial cancer will overtake us all.
To then believe in lies from surgical lips.
Blood supply is dead...
Thursday 19th September 2019 6:06 pm
Also by Harvey202020:Horror | Frontiers | Sink | Fast Forward | New grass |
I stare at these
I no longer cry
But instead stifle
Not because you are gone
But because I am beginning
What it felt like
To have you
Thursday 19th September 2019 5:54 pm
Also by Emma Cordova:Tied | Human | Finders Keepers | Stickers | Confessions | Richard and Dolly | These Hands - Part III | Still counting | Que Sera Sera | Fixed Me |
This speil was an instant response to member Jason Bliss's poem 'Lead Me Not'
Look it up 👍
Learning to Fly
My 'DragonFlyDark' was at top speed,
her wings spread out wide and full
rarely given the chance to fly,
and rarely to ever so Low!
But I caught her sharp, up on the edge,
and pulled upon her reins...
"Woah there my great black beauty"
Thursday 19th September 2019 5:46 pm
Also by Tui Dragonfly:Comatose Kitty |
The guttering rain of home
Stains my memory
Longer than churches
Is it duty to devotion
Or devotion to duty that keeps
Me standing in this field of ripe poppies?
I don't know
How can we translate this chaos
The grammar of suffering
Lost in translation
Faith no longer floods my mind
My mind reminds me
That my veins ...
Thursday 19th September 2019 5:29 pm
Also by John E Marks:Stormy Autumn Day | Time's fool | speech of angels | Who the hell can see forever? | Sister poem | An adamantine distress | For Al-Mu'tamid (Seville, 1040-95 Christian Era) | Lotus flower | Final solution | Victorian Gin Palace | Bobbins |
It’s Independence Day and I have something to say,
We are proud of our history and proud of this special day!
Liamuiga (which means fertile land) was the original name,
From the Amerindians that were here before Columbus came.
“This land is called Saint Christopher,” he soon proclaimed,
“I claim this land for the Queen of Spain.”
Then the English came Led by Sir Thomas Warner,...
Thursday 19th September 2019 5:09 pm
Οn the sleek surface of the pupil of this marble eye which pulls us down
heavy is the water trapped inside the mist
heavy the living and heavy the deceased
Heavy like Persephone's black, leaden veil and wedding gown.
This life isn't for the faint-hearted; for death isn't only for the brave.
heavy is the joy and the bliss,so fickle
heavy is the jingling silver bending sickle...
Thursday 19th September 2019 4:25 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:The Moon in Me- An Epigram | My Faith and Inspiration Found | The Wait | I Refuse | Wedding Wish |
Wrinkled clothes and wrinkled face
Sagging limbs and sagging mind
Sick friends bowled over
Time pushes through the open door
The cosmic land of forgetfulness
Forgot the names
Forgot the dates
Forgot the words
Losing all the wars
Gravitas to gravity
Wisdom to stupor
Elegance to deadpan
All dead end...
Thursday 19th September 2019 4:13 pm
It’s a sad state of affairs, when only memories remain.
When the future looks bleak and the present brings pain.
When the ‘seven year itch’ makes your skin crawl.
When I look at what we've got now and it’s nothing at all.
It’s a sad state of affairs but our story is nothing new.
When relationship’s break down and words are few.
Looking back it and doesn’t seem that many years ago...
Thursday 19th September 2019 12:18 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:The Attic Night | The Death of Meredith Hunter |
What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done
with all you’d waited for, so patiently
those long days of nothing
those long days of stumbling lost
between the armchair and the fridge
What have you done with the daylight?
What have you done with the daylight?
Since it came to you completely
painted so beautifully
smiling down and sunny
licking the edges of your everything
Thursday 19th September 2019 10:07 am
Also by Tom:Songs From The Womb | Fingerprints | The Upside Down Girl | My Prescription | Shedding Skin |
Please give me faith
That i can sober
live through a day
Please give me love that lingers
So i don’t have to drink up
Please give me courage
when pain and despair
push me towards the bottle
Please give me strength
to unlock this chain
I want to show the dearest ones
how much i truly love them
Thursday 19th September 2019 8:08 am
Also by Julia:rose | Little Bird | Invitation |
the birds nest -
fills with the hollowness
Thursday 19th September 2019 7:08 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:friction | new dawn | catcher of my shadows | narcotic |
If I lied
or made you cry
or didn’t try
would you still love me just the same
if you were alone
and never known
pick up the phone
and there you’ll see my name
who knows what’s next?
every day is a new game
we’re made to break
there’s no escape
I say I’ll take the blame
of you I scream
Thursday 19th September 2019 2:55 am
Also by CharaOfNothing:Cordelia | Haikus | Rose | After The Life |
Headlamp illuminates glass, fear has passed like summer showers
Hours and hours of waiting for you, dandelions grew in pace
A face, name forgotten, incubating heartfelt goodbyes
Forever cries to the moment, forward movement, unconscious atonement
Blowing it, down and destroyed and dead, call it a solution
Solvents fluid, plastic, pollution, unscrewing the lid to the genie jar
Listed over to ...
Thursday 19th September 2019 2:19 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:Room for creamer | Spoken | TinSqr | Waterboard |
hiding in plain sight
will you tell them or should I?
best it comes from you
© Graham Sherwood 09/2019
Thursday 19th September 2019 12:05 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Identity Crisis 2 Haiku | Identity Crisis Haiku | Are you okay? |
Your gates are open – Emelie,
your towers are unmanned;
across the gleaming moat I see
you wave with welcome hand.
No horses, arrows, swords or shields
for victory I need;
while bloodless stays the streets and fields -
your eyes I try to read.
But just the sound of your soft voice -
and I'm in shackles bound;
a happy slave that knows no choice,
Wednesday 18th September 2019 10:47 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:Thoughts on England while abroad | In Despondency |
Just for a moment
On a cliff, on the north Somerset coast
We’re overlooking the Bristol Channel to South Wales
We eat, drink and talk
We try to work out where Cardiff, Swansea and Barry Island are
We wonder if those in Wales are doing the same
It’s easier at night, when their lights shine bright
The Sun is blazing down
Welcome but untypical for an English bank holiday
Kids are c...
Wednesday 18th September 2019 7:52 pm
After the party and lots of rollicking
I felt uneasy .
And some droplets of cold perspiration came
on my forehead.
I felt someone following me.
I turned back hastily.
I found nothing except my frail shadow.
Suddenly it grew larger and larger.
I could not move.
I cried for help to drag me out.
I just heard a cackle and felt a suffocation.
I woke up and found my body...
Wednesday 18th September 2019 5:33 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:What more ? | Indelible | Some Scars,Some Joys | Seeking Help |
Little boy going home crying
What is home?
The house of tortue
Tools use to break down the little boy
The smell reeks of depression
The fear of not having true salvation
Letting the spirits of the bottle run your whole nation
Using your hands more than your brain
Letting the little boy suffer all your pain
What truly do you have to gain?
Now you let the boy turn ins...
Wednesday 18th September 2019 5:25 pm
Also by Ever Cruz:Joker Smile | Hope | Number 2 |
Wednesday,18th September 2019
Pain and pleasure
for all human beings
and try to bring some compromise
it can't be separated
and differently related
they have their own role
to coincide with the role
may cause you strain
go by what you have
sensibly for the t...
Wednesday 18th September 2019 4:14 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Poetess-Brilliant with a divinelook | Poetess-Brilliant with divine look | Not ruled out | Real world | Long live-Indian Prime Minister | Life may give in | Cough out | Generous behavior | Not a blade of grass | Keep hope alive | Poetical sentiments | Lovely princess | Be good individual | Great relief | Never starve | Meet with rough weather | Know and love | War-no option | Help me | Waves shall | Pray for mercy | Bitter memory | Peace stays | Less you focus | My book | My little flower | Poetry- an expression | Love as I take | Come back | Mass destruction | Self-elevation and | Show them door and | Life doesn't end | Three cheers |
She looks in the mirror;
What does she see?
Hair stained grey by the cruel hands of time;
A face lined with age, worn past its prime.
He looks at her;
What does he see?
A crown of silver upon the head of a queen;
The face of the loveliest girl he's ever seen...
Wednesday 18th September 2019 2:48 pm
Also by Chrystel Roberts:IRREPLACEABLE | Numero Uno | Tomorrow is far away | My bad! | BLUE | Out of my head! | Hope Springs Eternal | Call me Rhett! | Huh??? | why i like Poets |
A winter's evening, thick with fog,
My wife went out to walk the dog.
Ten minutes, maybe more went by,
And then arose a monstrous cry.
It split the still and silent air,
It raged and echoed everywhere,
It sounded like the sound of doom,
It made me start and pace the room,
A greater dread I've never known...
And then the dog came home alone.
Wednesday 18th September 2019 1:19 pm
Also by branwell kent:This Wouldn't Happen On The NHS | Lost Love | A Cautionary Tale | Hedgehogs On A Plane | Chacun A Son Gout | Ambition |
In my dreams you're always there
So far away and yet so near
I see your face smiling bright
All day long I wish for night
When I can dream of you once more
And wake in the morning
Happy and sure
Wednesday 18th September 2019 11:19 am
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:I Missed the Bus | No More Hellos | Paying it Forward | Him | The Moors |
It's dark here and cold
but that's ok because i'm not hurting anyone anymore
I miss my family
but it's better to be here so I won't cause problems
i'm constantly messing up
i'm constantly causing problems
I miss my dog
there's nothing here
it's just me
sometimes I get sad
I wish I had someone to talk to
or something to...
Wednesday 18th September 2019 9:08 am
Also by temper:desent |
Writing makes me so silly happy
I can't help it
It just releases the right things
Making my brain
I know this is stupid
But I couldn't help it
I just wrote a poem
And it just made me feel so much better
There's a smile on my face
My arms are tingling
And my feet are relaxed
Something about the words
Coming out and edited
Wednesday 18th September 2019 7:09 am
You can find volumes of information
On how to die, but the materials are
All prepared by interns and trainees.
The true masters on the art of dying
Have all lost interest in our struggles
With mortality and how to be shed of it.
Still, we want as much information as
Possible, so we can be prepared when
The time comes. We hang eagerly on
The words of those who nearly died,
Just so maybe...
Wednesday 18th September 2019 5:05 am
Also by Randy Horton:Very Reasonable People Write The Apocalypse | Twisting the Hermenuetic Turn |