Poetry Blogs (2020)
How we love your Dolphin Moon The parting of the waves The shore where our future lies the grass among our graves
Let me take you to...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 5:15 pm
Also by Grant Aspinall:JD | Time is nothing | (untitled) | Yesteryear | Sliding doors | Wake up call | Bewlay brother | A warm embrace | Behind that Jaguar | Donna | Washing machine | Old home brew | Leave me be | Eternal Full Moon | silence | POEMS 2020 |
Sewing the hours of life
The humming needle ticks the hours
As soft rolls of multi-coloured fabric
Flow across floorboards
Like rainbows caressing the grain
The stitches make maps, tracks to follow
Seams to explore, zips to open and shut
And open again just to hear the sound
The foot lands with certainty then lifts to disembark
To make darts of warp and we...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 4:26 pm
The Curtain Falls
A dull twilight atmosphere of greyness prevails
Suspended between night and day
Winds gently buffet the branches of failing leaves
As a perpetual drizzle saturates the sodden earth
It is time to sleep, to rest as even autumn is now spent
Fading green leaves with red and yellow edges about to fall
As if flags are lowered at half mast
A chill which find...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 3:06 pm
Also by keith jeffries:November is here | Luis | Blessings Abound | A Dusty Road | The Dinghy of Hope | An Account | The Eternal Void | A New Horizon | The Ecclesiastical Empire | Mendicants Slumber |
Out on the short course today
practising my chip and pitch
dropped a shot in the bushes
and one in the out of bounds ditch.
A pie and a pint with my golf mates
Hobgoblin...ain't life a bitch!
Tuesday 27th October 2020 3:02 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Unseen Entities | G'nasher | We've got the builders in |
big wide eyes
a frightened fawn running
her arse sticking out
what I remember most
apart from her beauty were
the heavily ink-stained fingers
that smelled of cold toast
her sandals hardly touching the ground
as she galloped
across the quad,
I was entr...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 2:35 pm
As the Earth’s alignment is tilted towards the Sun…
And the number of daylight hours increase…
The trees put forth new leaves…
Making nature look exquisite and at peace!
In the early morning, we hear birds chirping in trees…
The cuckoos’ sweet notes captivating us…
The bees’ hum filling our souls with delights…
Prompting that Spring is here, so banish the gloomy gus!
Tuesday 27th October 2020 2:22 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:Dedicated To You |
I’m looking through my Father’s eyes
as a cloud white curtain lifts.
Coal-fired smoke curls upward,
the still street stands bereft.
‘Salt of the earth’ pillars of stone identical to each,
light ghostly chorus as if to say,
'there’ll be no changes here today'.
A dismal dawn squints down on those
who long to abandon ship.
While others to their fate resign,
Tuesday 27th October 2020 1:34 pm
Also by trevor homer:LIVING WITH THE CURTAINS DRAWN | WE HAD THE BEST OF IT | FOR THE FALLEN - [unfinished] |
In these dull days of ennui - seeking a task or two
I found myself wondering - and before I knew
It came to me clearly that this much is true
We all have a job of work to do.
We each plough our own furrow, me and you,
And sow seed and deed our whole life through
Depending on our talents and what we pursue,
Doing our best in life's hullabaloo.
But whatever we're b...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 12:39 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:BE GRATEFUL FOR THE DARK DAYS | POWER UP! | THE STUPID STRANGERS | QUALIFICATIONS | PERSONALLY SPEAKING | EXPUNGE THE GRUNGE! |
Seeking the light
I am often a frequenter of the path less travelled
Casting a shadow behind me as the future unravels
The pathway ahead bathed by a radiant light
So elusive to find, try as I might
Its radiant glow through the boughs on the tress
Pierced the morning mist and brown golden leaf’s
Like shafts, spears of light, thrown from the Gods
Fall all around me,...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 12:01 pm
Also by Paul Sayer:Silence | Gire & Gimble | He’s Behind You! | Blinded by this Covid hype | When The Sad Truth Dawns | I open my Soul | Goodbye old friend | All in all you're just another prick in Whitehall |
The first few days of Fall arrive
on a blustery northern wind
Summer runs away to hide
as a Norther barrels in
The summer heat soon dissipates
a sting is in the air
without a warning Fall arrived
it came in with a flare
How welcome is the season change
no matter where it's from
the coolness of the day reminds
thought Fall would never come
Tuesday 27th October 2020 11:54 am
Also by d.knape:Death Sentence | Dollar Store | Family Of Four | Slow Leak | Toothless Wonder | Telephone Poles | Stray Thoughts | When You Write It Down | BRINGING MORE READERS TO POETRY | CROSSES | The Sundown Syndrome | Of All The Years | Old Ideas---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | When Someone Dies | Follow The Wind | Looney Tune | Saving Grace | Chicken Fingers | Notice to Poets | Crow Conversations | Getting By | Poetry Pill | Your Happiness | The Nature Of Man | Silent Killer | On Hold |
The saddles at Buffalo Bills remain empty,
For ‘the new commercials’ were not ready,
Not keen enough for knife, for gun,
This wasn’t a warranted event
For A World in Hate to contemplate,
Nor any reference to ‘rough justice’
Can be badged and excused as,
‘We all know there is no such thing as rough justice!’
Those that can, dance, while other’...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 11:33 am
Jam-jar mobile homes
For tiddlers as a kid,
I speculated in vain
Whither went the lid
Sweet student summer
Molten and strawberry
Castor candy foundry
Damson, grape, cherry
Blanched fruit in drums
Pectin sugar and colour,
Without which your jam
Would look much duller
Buff overalls crisply caked
Treacly crystallised hair,
Boss boilers wielding...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 10:52 am
Also by simon lucan:The Pedant | Crossing | Shade Darkening To Shadow | Custard Creams | Confetti | In The Foyer Of Hotel Lonely | Best Supporting Actress | Eternity Always Wins | The Cellars Of Your Heart | In Chains Of Faded Flowers | Skip Hire | Aversion Therapy | Photos | Shredded | Fusion | I Saw Ice In Your Farewell | The Conscience You Never Had | The Lantern | Ashes Are Better Than Nothing | Shattering | Chiropody | Stairs | Horizons Dont Wait For Anyone | Fearful? | Relict | One of the Chosen |
I am a mobile junkie
constantly keyboard tapping
and waiting for a fix
from the drug of your replies.
( (on) an Apple all day keeps real life away )
Tuesday 27th October 2020 10:18 am
Also by Rose Casserley:Early signs | Your Midas touch | Seeking Mother | Love lines |
Treading the fields with his hazel twig
Showing farmers exactly where to dig
Parched crops wilting as far as eyes can see
Water hidden, over there, by the old yew tree
The water diviner struck liquid gold once again
A well sunk, the crops lifeblood soon to regain
Year after year, the farmer’s gratitude enough
Brian the village legend always did his stuff
Is water divin...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 9:04 am
Also by email@example.com:Never Meet Your Heroes | A Healing For Gaia | Magic Gems | Acting Upon a Dream | The Shaman In The Park | Eyes Open Wide | Illuminated - A Brighter Kind Of Vibe | Turning Back Time In Margate | Stanley |
The bins are full of grain.
The harvest beat the rain.
I have a winters worth of meat.
The, hunting could not be beat.
I have wood stacked in a pile.
I have been sewing furs for a while.
The cabin is warm and dry.
If I keep the fire going, I will not die.
I have everything I sought.
So, why this nagging thought?
Oh, damn, I know what it is I think.
I forgot the wat...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 7:34 am
Also by J.D. Bardo:The Mirror | Going Places | J.P.`s "RIDE" | The skin we are in. | The "beat" | THE KILLER beside me | Give and Take | Infinity | THE BUG | My view | Worn out | Clouds |
"I got my sheepdog 5 years ago from 93 year old Alan Leek.
Due to enter a carehome a new home for Cap he did seek.
Five years on I thought how lonely he might be,
I just wanted to bring joy into his life and his old friend to see.
"On my trip up to Kendal I covered 300 mile,
Seeing the look on Alan's face made it all worthwhile.
Alan was so happy and Cap was happy too,
Tuesday 27th October 2020 4:51 am
Also by hugh:A grave Halloween tale | "A home I pray for before I'm dead." | Covid and the witch | "When will I get to see my man ?" | "I love you, your mine." | Made in China | The tears of Diana | Lost for words | A bloody misunderstanding | Scary scripture words | The skip a day diet | A delve into the mind of an evil virus | Lady Luck gave me a chance | Jake's coronavirus cover up | Well done Naomi Jupp aged 15,a newspaper delivery girl in Dorset. | 21 | When will I see you again? | Margaret Ferrier M.P. | 6 penalty points and a £200 fine! | A vaccine is on the horizon somewhere in a scientist's head | Flogging a dead donkey |
What is this dark energy
cloaking the universe
threatening to consume me,
wrap me in a weighted blanket
of silent abyss.
Some days I’m tempted
to dive into the black hole,
see what all the fuss is about,
but I know if I do, I will take
a generation or two of
fragile minds with me.
Weakness is not my legacy.
I have to stay strong,
be my family’s guiding li...
Tuesday 27th October 2020 4:39 am
Also by Vautaw:Whine or Shine | Falling | Flow | Petrichor | I Am Poetry | Gravity |
I’ll try to make it up to you
My big bad temper
Choking all the time
I never meant it
I just know that it hurts you
I guess that’s what I wanted to do, but
I can make it up to you
It will never be clean..
The way All these people look at me
In the darkness I don’t feel so alone
No one to watch ignore me
Happier without a shadow
In a hole
in a dream
Tuesday 27th October 2020 2:58 am
Also by Evan Marcs:Only To Freeze | A Cliche | Stand, or Chase | On Level One | Two Is Plenty |
The last few years
Were void of cheers
All my success
Was average, or less
But the joy of pain
Like a needle in vein
Kept me on board
A cheap sell out fraud
Cold comfort exchanged
For a night of disdain
To awake the next day
A heavy price to pay
As I brush my hair
With my fingers
The lashes of life
Cut deep like a knife
I’ll get up again...
Monday 26th October 2020 10:40 pm
Also by Bon Darcy:1967 - 1 to 20 | Crumbs from the table |
How I love scentedness of Chives and Mint
and Marjoram, or Rosemary. It so reminds
me of the warmer weather when the bees
are out there humming drowsily away- and
hovering like mini helicopters in the air - yet
to look at them you'd think they weren't at
all aerodynamically supposed to stay up
there like that - sometimes I think they own
a language of their own, a...
Monday 26th October 2020 7:34 pm
Also by Philipos:PASSAGES | TELEGRAMS | SMOKE IN THE SKY | TABS | PENNY DROPS | OUT ON THE TILES | UP IN THE GODS | VANTAGE POINTS | MORNING PARADE | HUNKERING DOWN | AQUARIA | SMOKE BY THE THAMES | FLUIDITY |
Help if you want, he said, and so we set about
clearing the path of snow from door to road
before the sky, already gravid, a grey clout,
took umbrage and dumped another load
on us. He shouldered it like a gun,
like a man going to war, his favourite spade,
the one with the shit-off-a-shovel shine
to the blade, solid as himself, the shaft
and handle both made of seasoned pine.
Monday 26th October 2020 6:52 pm
Also by Tony Hill:THYLACINE* | ROCK POOL | REEK | BLOW THE WIND SOUTHERLY | THE HORSES | PEN | In the Land of Grey and Pink * | SCAR TISSUE |
The sounds of the day
Are clownishly fooling
But won’t go away -
There's a nightmare to follow
This minor delay.
Yes, it’s tick-a-tock-ticking
We’re all going away.
For the old witch is flying -
to the edge of the moon
and the war is beginning
So it’s boom, brother, boom!
Starlight is raging -
it's all over so soon -
but now it's recorded on bloody old Zoom..
Monday 26th October 2020 6:51 pm
Also by John E Marks:The beautiful Cathars of Languedoc | Private lives | Locked up north | Memory | Soul music | Buckle* | The Cure | City of the Bee | Diversity | Crimson & Clover | THE VOICE OF DEATH, THE VOICE OF LOVE & THE VOICE OF ART | poetry is... | Inside Out | BEGGAR | Fear in a handful of dust | Questioning? | SAD | DIXIE | Echoes | Something found | A wise fool | Early October |
It could have been the greatest opportunity of our time for us to “step up to the plate”, as they say, and prove ourselves the match of those generations who have gone before us.
Fathers, grandfathers and great grandfathers responded to their duty (no doubt, reluctantly) shouldering responsibilities to endure extremes of discomfort and sacrifice.
We have failed. We have failed both ourselves...
Monday 26th October 2020 5:35 pm
Also by John Coopey:PARALLAX 29 | DONALD THE ELEPHANT (TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP) | WriteOutLoud Women Blues | "WE-WON-THE-WAR-IN-1954" | CLOTTED CREAM, SCONE AND BLACKCURRANT JAM | SOBIBOR | WE AIN'T GOIN' NOWHERE | ASHES TO ASHES | "WE'RE GOING UNDERGROUND" | OH HAPPY DAY! | RUBENS |
Ujjal Mandal, India
all the same dolls
made by different hands of God
Monday 26th October 2020 4:44 pm
Footsteps echo in a silent wood.
Birds hush their singing.
Cold air fills the space.
A voice on the wind calls:
“There is nothing left”
Caught in the air, the memory of darker times.
Times when the woodland thrived; vivacious and colourful.
Before fire and hungry mouths ravaged the tranquil home of many, many vibrant beings.
Before emptiness an...
Monday 26th October 2020 3:14 pm
Also by J. C. Fleming:Reflections | Serenity | Sanctuary | Salvation | Elysium |
A Crystal Ball
“Listen Martha! The paper's come, something's happened: 'The Germans glare
At the Andrew, but admit they cannot frighten or defeat it', dear.
That's Kaiser Bill's doing, a warmonger all can see - Queen Vicky's in-law. Spare
Us from the madmen that play people like chess. They'll not cheer.
Yes, and look! 'The Balkans aflame once more – the Turks in flight again,
Monday 26th October 2020 1:11 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:Sweet Loneliness and the Solitary Traveller | Be Yourself | Vincent Sings the Blues | Into the Storm | The Lamplighter's Hamartia | A Keeper of Secrets |
Iodine was mesmerized by your Copper-Tellurium image today. Throughout the day Yttrium-Oxygen-Uranium showcased a Tungsten-Oxygen-Tungsten factor. Yttrium-Oxygen-Uranium looked Oxygen-Neon and only Oxygen-Neon in Carbon-Osmium-Molybdenum-Sulfur. Irony is that Iodine had a Chromium-Uranium-Sulfur-Hydrogen. Those Lithium-Phosphorus-Sulfur always weave a magic. Those eyes are magnificent to watch if...
Monday 26th October 2020 1:00 pm
Also by ai ou:The Salwani Fascination |
Lying like a book on the shelf
Trying not to hurt myself
Trying not to harm anyone
It's easier said than done
Monday 26th October 2020 10:36 am
Also by Kevin T.S. Tan:Sheer Delight | Uncharge | French Americana | Animated Space | Community |
It's almost been 2 years since you left us
I still wake up and think about you at practice
That laugh of yours-- man, I swear was God's perfection
I know you're watching over, you'll always be my protection
I really wish that woman didn't go and take your life
I wish that woman driving drunk had her head screwed tight
Word got to me, I was like "Why her? She was living right?"...
Monday 26th October 2020 9:25 am
Also by Just another writer:The thing they left out (part 1) |
Where am i?
I ask my mindless brain as I disassociate
I disassociate to the point that everyday feels the same
Everything i do blends into one giant blob of nothingness
Nothing matters. Does it?
It doesn’t. Nothing has ever mattered.
That's why we alter our state of reality.
We alter it to feel something out of all the nothingness.
We take the shot. We take the h...
Monday 26th October 2020 6:13 am
Also by Brooke:where is my mind |
Been running from my responsibility
Everything got dark and I lost my vision of myself
The antidote was always in my fingertip
Nothing makes me sober than the past
I won't be a culture vulture of punk
I won't tell a man that he can't wear a dress
I will burn all the institutions that this culture made
I was the kid that got beat up by the punks
Because I was too sad for them
Monday 26th October 2020 1:01 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Mother | Anti-depression | Corpses In My Bed | Puppets | Cry Baby | A Kingdom On The Moon Lyrics | A Letter To The Past |
1. to paint the alignment of The Plough and the oldest fell Black Combe
2. to somehow represent the bird that wriggled its wing in the wood
3. to forge Jim Morrison's signature maybe many times on the same sheet
4. to use the sheet where pictures grew as the front cover of a book and cut off the front cover and stick it on a canvas
5. to explore the style I call “Noetic Maundering” w...
Sunday 25th October 2020 11:17 pm
Also by JOHN F B TUCKER:COMPORTMENT | POEM | AUTOBIOGRAPHIA LITERARIA | THE NUMINOUS CHAIN | WHY THE SONNET FORM IS TOO SMALL | SOLVITUR AMBULANDO | IN THE FIELD OF NEW CREATURES RESEARCH | EARLY MORNING PAGE | RIMBAUD IN THE POSTMODERN ERA (2) | A FLATTENED IMAGE OF TIME | INSTANT TRAVEL | MAY | BEING THE WOOD | ODE TO OPTIMUS PRIME | HOME FROM BARROW-IN-FURNESS | TESTING THE SHEET | POEM | SIMPLY DESCRIBING A GARDEN AT NIGHT | LIVING IN CUMBRIA | QUAVERS | RENAMING REALITY | A SIGN OF LIFE | THE SWITCH THROWN | LOOK TO THE PEACHYVAN | WALKING TO ICELAND | ENCRYPTION | THE COLOURS OF THE DAWN AT THE FOOT OF SEA NESS | HEARTBOOK | EMAIL FROM AN ALIEN | INVINCIBLE LOVERS | FALLING IN THE DOORS COMPUTER GAME | BLAKEIAN STONE | A SMALL ADVERT FOR FREE SEX | THE TRITE MACHINE | DIET THEORY | LOVE ON SICKNESS BENEFITS | THE INDIVISIBLE KING | THE LESSON FROM JOHN IN ETON COLLEGE CHAPEL | READING MATERIAL | WHICHAM VALLEY AS A SCRATCH ON A CD | CHIEF OF THE BLACKBIRD SPIES | SYMMETRY LIPS | THE FUN POLICE | THE MAD DOG SONG | THE LAST POET'S LAST POEM | BLUE | LITTLE JOHNNY'S AILMENT | PURPLE | BONDING YEARS | THE SOLIPSISTIC KITCHEN OF FICTION | HOPE | I KNEW THAT SHE LOVED ME | THE SCORE FOR THE SHEET THAT GREW PICTURES | RANDOM ACCESS CO-IMAGINATION | SUNSET TO THE WEST |
the people you could be open with
for the first time
are coming to town
control your nerves
rehearse your speeches
isn't it hard to sleep?
the people who could share
your fears and dreams
your stance and your smile
set out your true nature
these people you yearn to meet
are langorous and oblivious
as angels or gods
it is you who called them...
Sunday 25th October 2020 6:27 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Every Day | Goodbye To All That | Congratulating Louise Gluck On Her Nobel Prize | At The Station | You can't see the join | D.S.O.T.M. |
Works of fiction should be as cold as stone;
There’s no point what’s invented being warm.
Created stories must be read alone
(Imagination’s better on one’s own)
And fantasies should take a cooled-down form.
It’s facts which generate those sultry days;
At least they have the merit to exist.
Pursuing, like the Earth, their melting ways,
Not blinking when they’re sin...
Sunday 25th October 2020 4:54 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:A prisoner's verse | Creating the illusion of flight | An English tale | Better people | Critic's choice | Daleks at Fenchurch Street on a rainy day | Bodies on the battlefield |
She shivered in the misty morn
Her shoulders hunched, her face forlorn
She sat upon a fallen tree
At what she stared, he could not see
Into the woods, she stared so hard
At something she could not discard
Tom, sat beside her, said 'Hello'
But no emotion did she show
'What do you see, out in the trees?'
Her hissed reply made his blood freeze:
'THE DEMON! It watches, and eats up my bre...
Sunday 25th October 2020 11:35 am
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Such Dreams as Stuff are made on... | Cooking Pot! | Head Space | The Darkness And The Light | Bed Of Bones | Above The Clouds | Seven Little Girls... | Ethereal Streaming |
Take my hand brother, sister,
As I have taken yours before,
It doesn’t necessarily hold truth or answers,
My hand holds something more important, yours,
And true, it cannot take away your pain
Nor shield you from the rain in this stormy weather,
But it might help you to stand again,
And it’s just a little easier if we stand together,
So take my hand brother, sister,
As I have...
Sunday 25th October 2020 9:59 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Owning Stones | Gire & Gimble | The Bitter Pill | Open | Captain Of Your Soul | Here And Now | The Witches Of The Pond | Hush The Winds | Rome Lays Charred and Smoking | Clay |
In muddy water
Past the wall
The off white
Tomes of beauty
From long list
From long lost
Of every type
Sunday 25th October 2020 1:52 am
Also by I'm not a poet:Hessian sack | Faith | An open letter to cancer | All we are saying is give peace a chance 1980 | Lost Love I miss You My Glasgow Girl | The Twenty-seven Club | Sorry Love. | (untitled) |
It's only when you're here
that I'm my loneliest
I know you'll dissapear
and leave me to seek
your next face and shape
will you one day decide
to stop changing your face
and stay for a little
cause i really miss you
Saturday 24th October 2020 9:44 pm
Establish the fact
set and dancing on
a light breeze
timeless like a judas
pointing a finger
at he end of being
Orange and yellow
see trough the greens
Truth with a twist
King of ...
Saturday 24th October 2020 8:38 pm
Also by Rudyard Kooistra:Der mittag | Another castle | The subway, 1950. | Cartier Bresson | River landscape | No title. | Falls | Flock | Style. | Elisha | The writing shed, Dylan Thomas. | Staffa, JMW Turner. | The hospital at Arles 1889 | Rooftops 1878 | New mills | Valley and church | Pissarro 1868 | A taube | River | Stahl | Ersturmung des dorfes |
Saturday 24th October 2020 6:41 pm
Also by David Addington:International launderette (spoken word / video) | Covid-ity | There’s a place where I can go and tell my secrets to… (Brian Wilson) | Poems from the international laundertte | Back in action |
the midpoint of the universe,
the center of everything
in the middle of nowhere
space is infinite all around
think about it
your thoughts chase
the ever-extending boundaries
with the speed of light
but the limits are nowhere to be find
they are set by your mind
no need to be a scientist
to know, what can't be known...
Saturday 24th October 2020 5:17 pm
Also by Lasse Krey:The blank page |
Poem 126 of 230: WATERSCAPES OF OLDHAM - AUTUMN 2000
On a wet windy autumn-day,
Within Greater Manchester,
Inside Oldham Art Gallery,
A wooden-shelved greenhouse lay.
And on the shelves were neatly placed
Not pot plants but clear-glass
Clean-water-filled bottles and jars -
So - as aquatic sounds streamed through,
From speakers upon the wa...
Saturday 24th October 2020 4:22 pm
Begging seaguls amongst the people
Stalking humans outside restaurants and chip shops
Eagerly awaiting leftovers knowing it is theirs if something drops
We as humans are complaining as if they are a pest and in the way
They would be at sea if the fishermen didn't take their fish away
Now a seagul has a heart and with a heart should be a soul
To you he may not be useful ..but hes here to pl...
Saturday 24th October 2020 2:20 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:CONSTITUTION | GAME OVER CASANOVA |
My poetry is rather crappy It's not designed to make you happy
In fact it's rather the reverse Depressing and at times perverse.
Sometimes I like to make it rhyme And other times it feels just fine
To end with a non rhyming line Like this. Or that. Whatever.
I'd love to write all flowery But pretty words don't work for me
My eyes don't hear the jingly bells Or see the pretty fairy d...
Saturday 24th October 2020 11:20 am
Also by Jain Gawne:Message to a racist |
Streams of consciousness,
Trapped in a panoply of celluloids
And abandoned plastic films,
Catch my eye.
I share them on the big screen
Where silent silver stills breathe
And glide across skylines
They inch closer to me.
The starry-eyed starlets seal
The gulf that lies
Between our eyes,
And fill my ears
With secrets and whispers
That I've heard before
In theatres, studio...
Saturday 24th October 2020 11:06 am
Also by Shifa Maqba:A Vagabond's Road | Garlands | Eagle Eye |
"Egypt will blow up
The Grand Ethiopian
Ethiopia ,a symbol
of Pan Africanism,
Its development map,
For Egypt will help
Carry on colonial legacy
In to the future,"
A verbal dosido
The ill-famed abuser.
"We dote on Egypt,
Ironically a terrorist
I will strike out
Sudan from terrorist
If it sid...
Friday 23rd October 2020 11:52 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:World's ever myopic president |
I dreamt of the
last night as I stood
and watched as
two planes collide
and I hear the sound
as from a memory.
The felt warmth
scarring an image
through every skull
like a beautiful
We sighed as the missiles
wrote their new world history-
though shorter than a blink.
foto & poem T Carroll
Friday 23rd October 2020 8:42 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Bloody Valentine | A Wave from a passing bus | Virus et al | The Pieces |
Be very careful with the images on television
For your eyes may believe what it sees
So avoid the visions of others
And let your mind see what it believes
Friday 23rd October 2020 8:40 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:I THINK, I HEAR | MIND SET MATCH | AN ARMY OF TONGUE |
In the middle of a cold night,
Hands clutched on our lovers
And our lovers on us
Birds in a distant singing gleeful songs,
Stars smiling down on us
Everything flowing in its own tranquility.
Then, we heard gun shots
and our heartbeat became still
We ran towards the window
Peeping cautiously so they don't see our eyes.
We saw them,
men in black with bloodshot eyes and a har...
Friday 23rd October 2020 8:20 pm
Also by Emeka Collins:Bloodshed in Nigeria | "Soro Soke" (Battle Cry) | "The Struggle" | "The Soul of Freedom" |
they will never know the stillness,
the silence, as the world hushes
when the first snowflakes drop out of the sky.
they will never feel the crisp air
or see white blanket the fields
as it does every year.
safe and warm,
where humidity breathes,
where mist showers from above,
and crawling critters burrow,
where life continues.
Friday 23rd October 2020 3:49 pm
Also by kimberly:Summer Love Swept Away | You Never Knew | The Season of Changes | Tears of a Poet | unease |