Poetry Blogs (2019, Meaning)
An explosion beyond comprehension sent all
The ingredients of the cosmos careening through the void.
Light, matter, and energy diffused chaotically,
Taking billions of years (as we now know them)
To fall into some kind of order, to establish
Some vaguely predictable interactions of
Cosmic proportion. Somehow, trillions of
Particles began to cooperate to form
Molecules of ca...
Thursday 17th January 2019 11:13 am
Live life today,
Like there's no tomorrow,
So forget about the pain,
And embrace the sorrow,
Life is a struggle,
That we all go through,
Searching for deeper meaning,
And contemplating whats true,
Beauty and complexity,
A trip through the divine,
It can't be mere coincidence,
It was done by design,
At first we are taught this is it,
The material is all that's there,
Then what is my p...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 5:54 am
Charles Bukowski was quite a character. Bukowski relied on experience, emotion, and imagination in his work, using direct language and violence and sexual imagery. Many people found his writing offensive. He writes with a nothing-to-lose truthfulness which makes him different from most writers. Bukowski was very much into alcohol, sex and even violence. Bukowski went to scho...
Saturday 8th December 2018 5:20 am
There's many things behind poetry that is still a mystery today. Why does it make us feel a certain way when certain words are placed together? Is it that it's relatable? Nostalgic? Reassuring? I know many people that don't enjoy poetry and many that do. Why is that? Are those that dislike it close-minded? Does it show they haven't been through what the poem is implying, therefore they can't relat...
Friday 7th December 2018 5:48 am
An acronym for this, an acronym for that.
RTA, road traffic accident, metal meat grinder
crushing pulping raw red flesh.
Watch the skies and blink twice, was that a UFO?
See the little green men loop their unidentified flying object,
of course you imagined it.
You should feel safe protected by NATO
from the enemy whoever he is.
Yet there is no Soviet Union, ...
Thursday 5th April 2018 8:20 am
The sound of one hand clapping
Who said that?
But I know what it means, now:
It is the lost beat of one heart loving
Not waving but drowning
I know that one:
Both origin and relevance now:
It is no pleasure, but one soul's need
No man is an island, entire of itself
Sung, used, re-used
The obvious is no less poignant
Now that I've found and lost my land...
Thursday 15th June 2017 4:42 pm
The smell of sex and stale cigarettes, Two bodies connected in life and death, Chapped lips meet between the sheets, Lust in our bones, the Reaper in the air. How rare an oxymoron, neither with clothes on, We follow recreation with deadly inhalation, Skin touching skin, lips wrapped around uncertainty, Two separate entities leaned inwards somehow gently, Feeling so alive, ...
Monday 27th April 2015 10:07 pm