Poetry Blogs (Oct 2020)
Nicola Beckett on Magic Gems (11 hours ago)
Are you washed up on the shore
in loose tides of coloured paint
do you hide in the furniture
like the diary of a saint
have you given love to art
and got nothing in return
do you think there is a Hell
where the bad people will burn
don't you hope there will be some
kind of helpline you can call
if into the dark black hole
we must helplessly fall
did you dither at...
Saturday 24th October 2020 6:59 am
Also by JOHN F B TUCKER:SIMPLY DESCRIBING A GARDEN AT NIGHT | LIVING IN CUMBRIA | QUAVERS | RENAMING REALITY | RIMBAUD IN THE POSTMODERN ERA | 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 |
I`m going to ride around on my Big Wheel.
I can spin the tires, and that whole ordeal.
I can peddle fast, and really make them squeal.
I will take a ride, and show off my appeal.
I cleaned my wheels, their, shine is ideal.
I am jamming to "Low Rider". I have the whole feel.
This Big Wheel will do, until Dad gets me the real deal.
Some day, Dad will get me a Ford, made of cold ...
Saturday 24th October 2020 6:41 am
Also by J.D. Bardo:The skin we are in. | The "beat" | THE KILLER beside me | Give and Take | Infinity | THE BUG | My view | Worn out | Clouds |
I think I truly hate Halloween
It was the last day I saw my mother
She packed her bags and left
I have a couple of issues that I'll never fix
I'll keep Nirvana Rape Me on replay
Mentally, sexually and physically abused
So tonight I ask why do I miss her
After a head full of trauma
Sometimes I wish I could be fixed
The wound that she left has never healed
I still have broken ribs and...
Saturday 24th October 2020 2:11 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Anti-depression | Corpses In My Bed | Puppets | Cry Baby | A Kingdom On The Moon Lyrics | A Letter To The Past |
She found a home in his heart
A heart broken him found comfort in her
A young and attractive damsel from heaven
Whose childlike manners were enough for him
The day he saw her disheveled look
He instantly promised himself nowhere to look
He gave her his loyalty, heart and his soul
Detached himself completely from all others
And they made love in shacks and in open fields
Saturday 24th October 2020 1:24 am
Also by Moon.girl:Walk along | Believe | Grass is much greener on my side | Bad smile | Building up | The day was night | Under construction | Big bully | Burning homes | Different ecstasy!! | Ducked!! | Solitary confinement | A tale of two hearts - Part 1 | Words of honour | Just a moment | Don't imagine | THANK YOU | Love struck | Humbled | Looking beyond | Revived | Well- come | Matrix | Divine gifts of love | Wishing well | Love is in the air | Finally | Death |
"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 |
Feet have helped carry me
through the journey of life,
or have walked into things
if I was distracted - cost
lolly to buy or repair those
shoes I stood up in, or those hard
nailed boots when yomping with
military as well as the finance
to buy and repair - but being well
shod helps you walk tall when
outside in the street and facing
Friday 23rd October 2020 10:01 pm
Also by Philipos:PENNY DROPS | OUT ON THE TILES | UP IN THE GODS | VANTAGE POINTS | MORNING PARADE | HUNKERING DOWN | AQUARIA | SMOKE BY THE THAMES | FLUIDITY |
It isn't a one-off gift
or a precarious promise
I offer you
this written-on page of my heart
it is a sample
of what is to come
for you and I
dressed up to kill
the space between us
let it carry my life-long intention
to light up your days and nights forever
as strong as
the power of the sun and moon
Friday 23rd October 2020 9:12 pm
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 |
A ferocious sea of red, white and blue
Sieg heils and swastikas, Doc Marten boots
Shaven heads, braces and distorted faces
Driven by fear and irrational hatred
You think you're superior, sophisticated
The master race, ha! But your views are outdated
With your big fat round belly and your face like a pig
Your snarled lips as you yelled and you screamed and you hissed
At me, commie bitch, ni...
Friday 23rd October 2020 8:37 pm
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" |
I love him for his innate vulnerability
so I can massage those florid areas
of soreness to restore
confidence and bring healing
I shower petals of affection on his
trembling inner self
where darkness and doubt lie
in an abyss of inbred fear
His spontaneous outbursts of love
are fountains of intense colour
I am forever intrigued by his
Friday 23rd October 2020 6:11 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Blessings Abound | A Dusty Road | The Dinghy of Hope | An Account | The Eternal Void | A New Horizon | The Ecclesiastical Empire | Mendicants Slumber |
Dreams are such strange creatures
Presenting vivid or
They steep your mind
Where past & present
I'm in the woods
'neath a gnarly tree
Where friends of old
run wild & free
Friends who now rest
as soil or ash
Or who simply faded
into time's elapse
But, I'm standing there
Friday 23rd October 2020 5:04 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Cooking Pot! | Head Space | The Darkness And The Light | Bed Of Bones | Above The Clouds | Seven Little Girls... | Ethereal Streaming |
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 |
To be 60 and have no plan
As to where my life should go
Is a poor reflection of a man
And the paths he chose to follow
When I was young with years ahead
I thought little of the future
And focused on the now instead
With no grand scheme to nurture
Now I feel my life has just begun
But no vocation beckons
No -one sees within my life’s span
The depth of al...
Friday 23rd October 2020 2:23 pm
Portrait GLA 2020
Well Its time to look forward for you and for me ‘Cause I’ve spent my time so foolishly, as ten years went past before I was free. Now we spend our time in sweet harmony.
So sit before me and love me true and I’ll paint my portrait of you, so sit before me and love me true and I’ll paint my portrait of you
I was hopelessly lost on a path fill...
Friday 23rd October 2020 1:06 pm
Also by Grant Aspinall: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 |
Most of my poems
are low on air
they carry little weight
and often are under-inflated
I wish I could be serious
and write a serious poem
but seriously all my poems
have a tendency to go flat
they are worn out and bald
and ready for the salvage yard
I hope you can limp into a poem station
and pump up this poem
before it leaves you literally stranded
Friday 23rd October 2020 12:01 pm
Also by d.knape: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 |
It is a well guarded miltary secret that there is a parallax or three-dimensional hole in number sequences. The most used of these is the 29th parallax which is vital for the technology of stealth bombers and other invisible "phenomena". At the risk of alerting the CIA that this is now in the public domain, I shall try to demonstrate as simply as I can the 29th parallax. (This is the only truly t...
Friday 23rd October 2020 11:30 am
Also by John Coopey: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 |
Rock Crystal of purest energy
Smoky Quartz creating good chi
Amethyst powerful healer
Apache Tear karmic revealer
Rose Quartz the love stone
Carnelian “in the zone”
Tigereye Gold attracts wealth
Malachite the aid to health
Amazonite for lucky days
Sunstone sunshine rays
Bloodstone the blood tonic
Snowflake Obsidian life harmonic
Moonstone sweet dreams
Friday 23rd October 2020 11:22 am
Also by email@example.com:Acting Upon a Dream | The Shaman In The Park | Eyes Open Wide | Illuminated - A Brighter Kind Of Vibe | Turning Back Time In Margate | Stanley |
A recalcitrant granny at my local ALDI
Seeking a refund on her custard creams
Made me wonder how you get a refund
After a whole lifetime of broken dreams
Merchandisers of Eros were my nemesis
I bought my first dream from sweet Julia
Redolent of cinnamon and Dioressence
Before morphing into something peculiar
Heather's packaging was slick and cool
Her labelling ...
Friday 23rd October 2020 11:06 am
Also by simon lucan: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 |
there will be a baby crying
in the next room, but not yet
people are still standing around
my bed and I’m still on my last breaths
they won’t leave until I have gone
a brown leaf about to fall
I remember the white foam of waves
not rampaging bulls in Spanish streets
but subtle colourings of children’s books
gently paging in rippling tides by bare feet
sand on toe...
Friday 23rd October 2020 8:36 am
Also by Clive Culverhouse:Shamaness |
He’s Behind You!
There’s a wrapping upon my bed-chamber door
I drag myself up, slowly walk across the floor
“Who is it?” I ask, between incessant coughing hacks
Tis I, ‘Doctor Death’ come to claim yore death tax
Creakingly, slowly I open the door
Come in my dear old friend; it is you I’m waiting for
What use have I for this plague-ridden shell
Or continuing this d...
Friday 23rd October 2020 8:04 am
Also by Paul Sayer: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 |
They take each other to the sun
delighted having their portrait taken
with fingers entwined
each feels joy that the other is leading
and furthest from their minds
lies a destination approaching
sunshine's victory over shadow
Bees dancing in the air before flowers
they revel in such a fragile and temporary status
revel in anonymity
by night in each others arms
they are happy t...
Friday 23rd October 2020 6:55 am
Also by Adam Whitworth: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. |
Mary's husband in a carehome resides,
There due to lockdown ,unvisited,does hide.
Suffering dementia,the past he has lost,
"Every day I don't see him,comes at a cost.
He has been my husband for 50 years,
For his mental health I have grave fears.
My husband needs contact with the one he has loved,
Sectioned and secluded into a care home he's been shuved.
Friday 23rd October 2020 5:32 am
Also by hugh:"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 |
I have no stones to cast, I am not without sin,
Nor so free of error, that my stones could be thrown,
My, “house of glass,” is glazed with panes so thin,
The slightest pebble of hypocrisy would leave my windows, “Blown,”
And each of my mistakes, when counted on the ledger,
Would fill so many pages that the book would need re-writ,
And every line and letter, acts as mindful measure,
Friday 23rd October 2020 1:12 am
Also by Jason Bayliss: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 |
Weep your tears
For years to come
No fear, but Sorrow stays
A loyal friend
Who knows no end
You will see brighter days
You'll feel the pain
The rain will fall
And drain you of your light
But do not dwell
You'll not do well
Unless you stand and fight
Return to love
The skies above
And all that you have known
You'll find your way
The light will stay...
Thursday 22nd October 2020 11:16 pm
Also by Eric Berard:Piercing Light | Don't Need to be the King |
Loving you is easy because your you
Loving you ain't hard because all I want is you
Walking through fire was easy I get chills from you
Crossing the ocean was light swim cause I get and extra push from you
Getting the stars and moon for you wasnt a impossible thing cause this love gives me wings
My words they beautiful they take after you
My rhythm is amazing it took all you...
Thursday 22nd October 2020 11:02 pm
Also by Jay:Temptations | Hate You | New Life |
Another crisp Autumn morning.
I wake before dawn,
hoping I won't think of you,
but I do. I always do.
Though you are not with me,
I feel you, in the brisk breeze,
spreading golden leaves,
on sacred ground.
Thursday 22nd October 2020 5:54 pm
Also by Vautaw:Flow | Petrichor | I Am Poetry | Gravity |
Sand loosely without a system
here and there grass lost on his path
of a soft noon
Magic filled with impatient and failed laughter
on all the known faces
Silence controlling us internally
the breaking of branches
absorbed in a sheet of moss
and holes for undersized mice
to hide from the winged oppertunist
Horizon filled with dark woods
and snow topped mountains
Thursday 22nd October 2020 2:06 pm
Also by Rudyard Kooistra: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 |
The dreary sludge slinked along and oozed into our intimate conscience.
The thick pernicious inferno of fear infested closer, ever closer,
Burning the life from creation and suffocating reason with anti-reason.
Pathways were overtaken; what seemed a way of escape was, infact, a trap.
It crept its way into our yards, under our fences, and up against our doors.
The hot plumbic ...
Thursday 22nd October 2020 2:01 pm
I dragged some bones up from a well,
Invoked the devil and cast a spell:
Alacazam and Hokus Pokus,
What do you know, a diplodocus!
Thursday 22nd October 2020 1:13 pm
Also by branwell kent:Sad Times | poem |
Here in the verdant meadows
All on a summer’s day
The dreaded army of the dark
Met with the noble fey
They fought until the long sundown
And the lost blood of the dead
Soaked into the sacred ground
And turned the roses red
When the fight was over
And the legion of the flies
Had swarmed across the corpses
Stealing hope from sightless eyes
Thursday 22nd October 2020 11:05 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:CrowLore | Prophecy | Lazarus Curse | Resurrected | Apothecary | White Witch Of Winter | The Pumpkin Queen |
This which dissents madness,
and is arrogant in fro,
sits with legs twisted against cold iron.
It's the standing beats,
and echos in my ears,
and I wish I could just not care.
He sits and deters the thing within,
and is alone in decatoured reflection,
yet I wish I did not feel so fucking trapped in my own skin.
I feel a need to be something,
greater than perhaps needed,
and I wish...
Thursday 22nd October 2020 9:13 am
Also by Alita Moore:Narcissistic America (opinion piece) |
Swayed away by
The serene spells;
The kid anchored
Like a cherub
In paternal hand
Keeps winding the stairs
Up the lighthouse...!
The winding mesh
Like paper made
Out from heaven
St Peter smiled at her!
She reached the top
Delving hard like
Mesmerized by the
Brimming beauty down;
The earth with its lush
Green and blue lines
Thursday 22nd October 2020 6:27 am
Also by Krishnadeepthy:Beware love temples! | The reddened life | The shadows | Blue men |
So it's time to honest
While I still can
I feel it upon us
This change demands
And what will I do
Because I do not trust
Must less people we elect
And he's an ass
I've always thought so
And taking a risk
Ugh, the world adult
But I'm going to do it
CRT has me worried
I'm going to cast
That vote so orange
And I swear to God
Thursday 22nd October 2020 2:22 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:HSP 18 | HSP 17 | HSP 16 | HSP 15 |
Third tier anesthesia
In a locked up north,
We keep the life we’re given,
Our store of words aint fled,
Belief? Empty as a music box
Providing housing for the dead;
The bridge twixt give and taking
Has crumpled into dust
And for the cowering people — wee, sleekit, cow’rin, tim’rous beasties -
Survival is a must.
We struggle to talk as free folk,
We no longer dream of the new Jeru...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 11:58 pm
Also by John E Marks: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 |
A noticed man on a long rusty cold bench
Hidden behind a mask as me
He on the right, I sit down on the farest left
Its late morning in the fall
Catched the same train
Walked the same paths
As I saw his face, his eyes when he felt his hackles raising
I looked directly into a grown man's unrest
A bold 18 year old behind him
- He was off-color
Suddenly he found himself climbing the stairs a...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 9:35 pm
I enjoy the good things of life
so let us pray
grant us an extra day at least
to join the feast
for what if the good things are fleeting
and flying away?
but if it must stop
a new tomorrow
an old normal
may bring us rushing back
to cry over many tears
Wednesday 21st October 2020 5:49 pm
Also by ray pool:THE PULL OF HOME | DELILAH | MANTRA |
The sea could do this in its sleep,
rewrite history with each wave, but keep
its darkest secrets from us, those which run too deep.
We stand alone among the rock pools
watching the waves break afresh, script and scroll
spread out across the sand, which is turning a shade of purple
as the evening makes its first advance
through the marram grass, spitting the difference
Wednesday 21st October 2020 5:32 pm
Also by Tony Hill:ROCK POOL | REEK | BLOW THE WIND SOUTHERLY | THE HORSES | PEN | In the Land of Grey and Pink * | SCAR TISSUE |
Why did this happen?
Why did we go a drought?
Why the hell did you hurt me?
Why the heck didn’t I say ouch?
Why didn’t you just tell me you hated the way I laugh?
Why couldn’t I tell you I hated you because you cheated in the past?
Why did you talk to me like a dumb dog?
Why didn’t I tell you that your pride was too strong?
Why didn’t you say, “ I never ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 3:54 pm
People ringing up, others’ calling round,
late night visits everybody’s underground.
Negative reactions to positive thought,
‘I could sort it all out if I had a little snort.’
Go out for drink and have a little chat,
Soon the conversation turns to this and that.
Talking total nonsense, what’s it reall...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 2:49 pm
Also by trevor homer:WE HAD THE BEST OF IT | FOR THE FALLEN - [unfinished] |
Human Rights laws are now a distant memory
If ancestors can hear I’m sure they’re screaming “tragedy”
Just like trees communicate and give aid to the weak
Our aura interacts without needing to speak
Our immune systems talk without you needing to like me
& establishment knew this only happens when you’re near me.
We need our vitamin D and all the germs and bacteria
To build up our defenc...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 1:38 pm
From birth to 53
I was told work set you free
To earn those choices
A house and a car
The girl of my dreams
A pension to stretch far
Work hard for the man
Don’t look for a sham
If you do you might see
Them laughing at me
The crumbs they allow
Because you disavow
Your instinct and soul
You’ve scored an own goal
To please the big boss
He doesn’t give...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 12:10 pm
Love in the flow of life
Universal Well Being
Wednesday 21st October 2020 11:44 am
Also by Kevin T.S. Tan:Uncharge | French Americana | Animated Space | Community |
During the lockdown, I didn't do much writing and wasn't inspired like some to write about Covid or the lockdown in general, as I figured there would be enough people doing this already. The poem below is a new and first draft. It is meant to be messed up like the whole crisis and covers things I have heard said from a whole host of people and media. Comments please and anything I could add to ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 8:43 am
Also by David Addington:There’s a place where I can go and tell my secrets to… (Brian Wilson) | Poems from the international laundertte | Back in action |
Our Nation's Rock Bottom
There comes a point in a person’s life where things must change.
They have hurt themselves, and others.
They have lost everything they had.
They have even lost their way.
It’s a point,
where the failures and the terrible things of their past rise up to haunt them.
They must change or perish.
Because of what they have allowed to happen,
they find themselves in ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 4:50 am
In a World of people, why so alone?
With a phone that can tell all, connect to all but yet no one I can call
On a hard asphalt top losing its heat from the day...I cry and I pray
Think about all the ways I will have to pay
For lashing out
For drinken till I sleep
For wearing my heart on my sleeve
No one notices me
When I'm not smiling, when I'm saying somethen that they're ...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 12:28 am
Also by VHH:Am I really broken now |
we could give them
say, South Dakota
pave it over
they could pretend
to live off the land
we could wait until
it freezes over
send in a fleet
of lifestyle counselors
bags of wheat
albums of photos
and run them through
Tuesday 20th October 2020 10:14 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Clarification | I woke up wanting this | Music Work... | The Confidence Trick | My Project | Terrible | The Female Form | God Responds | Carbon Dating 2 | The Burden | What the book wants |
It’s Bleak up North, now
Not because of the virus
But the business and people’s jobs
That will fall now
The pubs that will not open their doors again
The Christmas presents that won’t be bought
The homelessness that will grow bigger
But not at your door…
The virus is a killer.
But you wouldn’t give ou...
Tuesday 20th October 2020 6:35 pm
wanted to be
a mystery writer
like a spider
pencil a catch 22
channel Anne Rule
author crime stories
from a criminal mind
Tuesday 20th October 2020 5:43 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:EMOTIONS | DEVIL'S BALLAD | FEAST |
A shimmering of microbes
I see that we're beyond
the plughole tearing down
into pits of dead heroes.
secure the walls. Dot one
is made, dot two a frantic
beaming of rectangle
rotoscoped in wax sealed.
I've hidden hard nails
in your sock drawer
then I'll clamber out
of the underground, planting
my boot on a manifesto;
but first you mu...
Tuesday 20th October 2020 5:06 pm
Also by David Blake:India |
A lonesome vagabond
Whistled away through his life-
Through autumn, summer and the cruel cold.
He live a life, so kind, so benign,
Myriad pathways he could've chosen.
Pathways adorned with petals of roses,
But a bed of roses would've given him no thrill
Through summer fever and winter chills.
Today he lies in moth-devoured drapes,
At the edge of the very road that graz...
Tuesday 20th October 2020 2:02 pm
Also by Shifa Maqba:Garlands | Eagle Eye |
A lyric from other days that seems appropriate at this time.
Be grateful for the dark days,
And when they come along
Don't waste your time in worrying
Just how it all went wrong.
Be grateful for the dark days
And when they come in sight
Don't devote time despairing
Whether things wil...
Tuesday 20th October 2020 1:05 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:POWER UP! | THE STUPID STRANGERS | QUALIFICATIONS | PERSONALLY SPEAKING | EXPUNGE THE GRUNGE! |
To be this broke,
An incident in which I never imagined for myself.
No longer can I even afford the air that I breathe.
I'm limited to this necessary act,
Taking in too much would make me a thief.
Dramatic imagery? Indeed.
They say a penny for your thoughts
I write a thousand everyday yet my piggy bank sits empty.
If it were passionate that I was paid by the hour to be, the wealthiest ...
Tuesday 20th October 2020 3:52 am
Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:Personal Band-aid | My Stubborn Heart |
This could be a letter.
But its more a flow
That means much more.
To break your cancerous bindings.
I tried to unpack the lidl supermarket bag with the pictures from the service the other day. The same lidl bag that we'd packed so many times for the drive to Leeds. Sentimentality for a brown battered paper Lid...
Tuesday 20th October 2020 2:34 am
Also by I'm not a poet: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) |
As long as there’s the sun,
The world will wait for me.
As long as there’s the moon,
I shall one day be free.
Once there are stars to guide me by,
True splendour in the evening sky,
And Venus chooses to appear,
I shall have nothing more to fear.
Monday 19th October 2020 5:57 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage: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 |
As a twiggy little boy of 9,
I was so curious
About the bumblebees hovering
Over blood-red roses, flesh-pink roses,
Bushes filled with pale-yellow honeysuckles
That grew in my Grandmother's yard.
So curious, when I reached out to touch one,
That bumblebee stung me with its
Needlelike tail, leaving behind a mark,
Swollen red, painful,
On the caramel ...
Monday 19th October 2020 5:48 pm
Also by Dee Allen.:SCARLET TRIANGLE |
I hate myself, today I hate myself
Yesterday was so different, clarity of mind
Did I ever love or admire myself?
If I did I cannot remember when
Because today I hate myself
I love you, today I love you
Yesterday wasn’t any different, I love you
I’ve always admired you
I cannot remember when I didn’t
Because today, like every day
you understand the reasons
Monday 19th October 2020 3:45 pm
Also by Rick Varden:MEMORIES? |
I have black sand at the bottom of my soul.
It is not always still. It whirls around sometimes,
Sometimes it creases and makes shapes
(If they mean something, I don’t know)
But then it settles down again.
Dark, harmless, smooth. Each grain tiny.
So what’s the weight?
Other people have rocks at their bottom,
I only have sand; I cannot complain.
Black sand and rather still...
Monday 19th October 2020 2:41 pm
Silence burns because it keeps us sane
enough to listen with expectation
to the quiet music of a lived life's river
and is banished from the traveler's story
by insistent thoughts that echo and rebound
down hushed, clip-clop streets at sunset.
Each noise - thunderclap or whispered love -
is invaded, shamed by black memories
of what we must say but now ca...
Monday 19th October 2020 12:46 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:Vincent Sings the Blues | Into the Storm | The Lamplighter's Hamartia | A Keeper of Secrets |
Your polo shirt is slightly askew.
Eyeliner you try and hide.
My daughter baby’s prime;
we have fought for this.
You now sit in classrooms,
open windows, warmth drained.
Queue, face mask clad, in corridors
dreaming of seeing faces
The boy you pass notes to
you are no longer free to kiss
or find the ecstasy in another.
Your childhood is on hold.
Monday 19th October 2020 12:41 pm
Here's a deal on the table for all you MP's
No pay rise, accept applause if you please.
With fireworks, we can also light up the sky.
Put your face on banners and fly them high.
How would politicians react to such a deal?
Highly insulted, I bet the majority would feel.
With two homes to run and servants to pay.
Such a deal would be ridiculed in every way.
If it's good enough for nurse...
Monday 19th October 2020 9:00 am
Also by Mike Bartram:Puppet Masters | Something Has To Give | Stop Yer Talkin n Start Yer Walkin! ( Mental Health Day Fund Raiser 10/10/2020) | Behind The Mask | Pictures of Liverpool |
The men with the bundles of sticks
Came and went and have come again
They’ve come to restore a mythic strength lost,
Through blood, for blood
They’ve come to rebuild a legendary home fallen
Our soil! Our soil! They say
They’ve come to take all
As an offering to their dead god of perfection
Who is to stop them but us?
When is to stop them but now?
Their sticks may brea...
Monday 19th October 2020 6:26 am
To form an opinion
set yourself in stone
Those who knew you
will mark your life
Stones erected as if they were pushed up through the crust of the earth
Speak of Centuries where the assemblance of family and their dispersements
Hold their mark of transferance
Some living souls stand in remembrance
With sopped cheeks
Carrying the love that...
Monday 19th October 2020 5:19 am
Also by New Shoes:unfoldment | It made me sad to think it was dead |
To long for the tall and rounded neck
Of the swan overwintering.
To wind it round all snug and warm,
Tucked and sheltered under wing.
To see me through to daffodils,
When the long nights up and scarper.
But first the wind will undress trees
And its bite will get much sharper
For now the song has dimmed to still
And the sun just won’t stay put.
The air is g...
Sunday 18th October 2020 6:18 pm
Man I didn’t get a lot accomplished today.
I’m not moving towards my goals like I wanted too.
You call this fresh?
No you shut the fuck up!
Take Notes…It’s all funny.
Lord grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change.
I’d love to but I am married.
I possess the qualities needed to be extremely successful.
I before e except after c
The Buddha was right.
Sunday 18th October 2020 6:06 am
Also by Michael Triandam:Talking to the Trees | Famous or Something | Dreams of Chumash Indians |
Below the shining ceiling spanned above
Inside the tiny loges spread around
A young girl with her mother sitting down
Is waiting the beginning of the play.
She’s wearing a new dress she bought last week
With fancy haircut that she likes so much
And rising from her seat with prying eyes
She wants to see it all, to hear it all.
Two ladies speaking loudly behind her,...
Saturday 17th October 2020 9:32 pm
Poem 60 of 230: GREEN-LIGHT
Things go relatively fast in England,
And traffic lights are no exception -
Re pedestrians, a young fleet-of-foot’s
Street-crossing time seems the selection.
But if - for the aged - leaders increase times,
It surely won’t cost them election.
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 17th October 2020 4:44 pm
The film version of the poetry anthology 'The Quality of Mersey' had its premiere with Wirral Festival of Firsts earlier this month. The film showcases eight poems, beginning at the source and then ending at the river's mouth.
The film is available to watch here:
Saturday 17th October 2020 3:41 pm
Trapped here, in this agony
every moment, is killing me
my spine contorts inside
hurling daggers into my side.
No escape from this cruel hell
my mind locked, within this shell
No longer can I hide
All of my body screams inside.
Excruciating pain flows through me
making it hard, for me to breathe.
The spasms contort my upper limbs
as my brains venemous tune, continues to sing
Saturday 17th October 2020 3:22 pm
With aims to impress,
And self imposed duress
He compares himself to the rest;
A soul-set compress.
Saturday 17th October 2020 10:55 am
Also by nightflower:To My Body-Consciousness (Subconscious Mind) |
A sleek, scintillating surface quivers,
Supple perception spills liquid flickers -
Faster than a blush – a rough rash rushes,
Pulsates and flushes: cascading shivers
Her nebulous body shifts fluently,
And oozes – slick as subtle deception
To palpate and manipulate matter:
You submit to her brutal scrutiny
Suddenly unsafe, amorphous, and nude
As she is, She p...
Saturday 17th October 2020 10:08 am
Leaving seems so hard
Until you actually leave
The peculiar truth is
Leaving feels ludic, orphic, majestic
Leaving the places which seemed to matter
Leaving the paper people I once met
Leaving, forgiving & moving forward
What a trouvaille I encountered
To leave the paper connection
Leaving them as they are, incomplete & rustic
Leaving them in the ocean ...
Saturday 17th October 2020 5:39 am
"I forgive you"; she said.
The mother with a golden heart.
She forgave the killer of her only son.
He was the sunshine of her life.
Those divine words made me
burst out in tears.
She harboured no animosity
towards her son's assassin.
She created no shrine
to lock herself away
to worship her dead son.
She cherishes fond memories
of her son; and, leads a...
Friday 16th October 2020 2:13 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:Will Christmas 2020 happen? |
Your existence is my gravity
Not being loved by you would be a tragedy
When you left your absence was a cavity
Every time I’m high is when you laugh at me
Sometimes I wonder if you ever really see me
Smokin in the studio got us feeling soul touchin telepathy
Why’s this music so dark but your are eyes so light?
They make me thing of Venus on a clear night
Your eyes are...
Friday 16th October 2020 10:14 am
Also by SNW87:Warnings | Professor Of The Dark Arts | Senses | The Peace Of Pressure | The Black Pearl | Back To The Start | A Sleepy Love | Time To Leave |
Hi, this is an old image poem of mine (the first thing I wrote when I got into writing poetry a few years ago) that came back to me as I woke this morning in the form of a perfect Haiku.
What is a poem?
A murmuration of words
Friday 16th October 2020 7:44 am
All Great Britain has now seen
How dreadful is Covid-19.
While it is hard to make predictions,
We hate all these dismal restrictions.
Has Nottingham reason to be in fear
Now it is placed upon the second tier?
For its people what shall this mean,
As we envisage this depressing scene?
While our politicians fight their wars,
Recall us being long cooped up indoors.
So many people do not ...
Friday 16th October 2020 5:46 am
Also by Stuart Vanner:The Game of Life |
How do you know what’s old? How do you know if it’s too old? People will ask “can it feel new again?” because it’s human nature. It’s human nature to hold on to what we love, and what made us feel loved. But in the end, when you look back on it, that feeling changes. History is a process. It’s a process of knowing where you’ve been, why you’re holding on to it, and when to let it go. I used to thi...
Friday 16th October 2020 2:55 am
To forecast a no tomorrow
this moment to last forever
as we moonwalk across stars
guiding us to a sunset dawn.
Friday 16th October 2020 1:06 am
Also by Nigel Astell:Masked Up Outside House Bound Inside |
Life rolls on even when you don't want it to
Trying to find the hidden mechanism of stillness
The thrill is gone, smoked up on the back porch
Holding wicked torch, lighting up lines of houses
Blouses held open to the wind, waiting on rain to send them running
Mumbling through gas station interactions, floorgaze reaction
Gaining traction through inaction, empty rattling boxcar soul
Thursday 15th October 2020 11:35 pm
Also by Patrick Kennon:False floor |
The saying "speak your truth"
Doesn't apply to me.
My truth is the nail in my hand
It's a crown of thorns, mocking
Everything I believe.
Maybe I won't speak unless spoken to
Like a child.
My truth is nothing compared to
The universe You created, but
Somehow you still care.
My truth is being swept up in
Your love for me.
Maybe I will speak my truth.
Thursday 15th October 2020 9:45 pm
I am not broken
I am stronger than you can imagine
I am not giving up
I do not know the meaning of the word
I am no failure
I have come too far to give up
I am my light
Now you can watch me shine
Because life is about taking a risk
Moreover, the risk is what it is all about.
I am not alone
If you do not know what this means
Then I pity you
Thursday 15th October 2020 10:53 am
Also by Makalapua Pinto:How Far I've Come | A Mother's Love |
moving like a warm voice in your white heart
Uriel are or is
Is it not?
or is et al
I do not doubt the atrocity of the many heavens
as does our Uriel standing at the gates of Repentance
with a flaming sword and a single Name
a hero to saints and psychics alike
and even some bloodletting angels
end up sorrier than you’ve ever ...
Thursday 15th October 2020 7:43 am
Also by Kealan Coady:There Will Come A Day | A Sweet little poem on happiness |
While 'er Indoors chatted merrily
to Captain Mainwaring's wife
Abigail threw a party
and Laurence lost his life
Wednesday 14th October 2020 11:06 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:G'nasher | We've got the builders in |
And all this time,
I dream about you.
do you ever stop,
and think of me too?
Wednesday 14th October 2020 3:38 am
It´s not the night
that´s the enemy
not the darkness
not the blackness
not the silence
they don´t harm
they don´t judge
The night just levels
it´s the day that expects
it´s the day that compares
In the night all is still
all is black
and all is well
Tuesday 13th October 2020 6:33 pm
Black lives matter,
White lives matter,
All lives matter.
Come with me, let me take you to the races.
Here’s the line-up…a Black CEO and an Asian MP,
a Chinese chef and a White surgeon.
Or is it a White waiter and an Asian dentist?
Did you say Arab investor and African minister?
Does it matter that the Afro-Caribbean footballer
Tuesday 13th October 2020 4:43 pm
The changing of times come
Many are aware, yet few are prepared
The transitioning from one state to another
The falling away and new birth witnessed
Of harvests and sowing
Of building up and tearing down
Of holding up and pruning some
Inevitable in all their ways
Slightly different with every year
The colours though appearing the same, uniquely chan...
Tuesday 13th October 2020 9:58 am
Two pairs of magpies strut and preen
across the greened-up garden lawn
behind the house we bought a few months back.
I note once more the lack of birdlife here –
unlike the cosmopolitan crowds that would
serenade us each day from every bough,
loud enough to shake and wake all lovers of
calypso sung and hung on high,
Tuesday 13th October 2020 8:18 am
Shimmering lights dance in her eyes
Shimmering lights cannot dispel
Like the fire inside my soul
A cold darkness that grasps at my soul
A velvet touch cannot disguise
Persistent beeps, and sanitised smells
Two hearts that yearn to be whole
Infesting a heart that I stole
Beneath the fabric of power and love
Unfaltering floors with a sinister gleam
Monday 12th October 2020 11:08 pm
Also by Gary Cuming:You |
Scribbles for reality spill out of her baggage
We’re heading for the rocks, sirens the Lighthouse -
Flashing black and white
Trump woke at the top of Mumbles Lighthouse to hear
Alan Minter - I've been waiting for you....
Plug me in you know you want to
Carrying our dreams across oceans telling each other so
The music was broken that day, in Morecambe,
As the pianist lay in her death bed...
Monday 12th October 2020 9:35 pm
Ask me if I had enough.
2020 is or was a bluff
for the destruction of what I thought I had
building all the way up.
if the present isn’t linear
then why can’t i stop looking up?
if the past does not exist
why does it always creep up?
I, once a Quantanium sprayed ora
that now seems to only have collected dust.
So please, I beg you.
Ask me if I had enough.
Monday 12th October 2020 5:14 pm
You stuck your fingers up me and didn’t even know my name
You grabbed my ass and blamed it on the drink in your hand
You kissed my neck and pulled me into you
I was yours for the night---that one night.
I was too drunk and you knew. Yet you kept going
You kept going down on me further and further.
My bra somehow came off and you began to suck
I didn’t know what was going ...
Monday 12th October 2020 5:12 pm
I have been here before,
and yet it is a strange repetition:
this not going out;
this hording of food and handwash.
And then there are some familiar foes.
No use insisting on social distancing,
I am already caught betwixt twin sisters:
Vigilance and Anxiety.
Spanish Flu? Or Swine Flu?
Please, God, not Ebola?
No, none of the above.
This pandemic provision,
Monday 12th October 2020 11:04 am
We live in a time of cosmic bifurcation, we live in a time of unprecedented existential threats to life on Earth, including climate change, deforestation, food insecurity, and wildlife numbers in free fall, human overpopulation. the society is in turmoil. There is more and more violence. There’s more and more conflict. We are acting as if we are unconne...
Monday 12th October 2020 9:16 am
Little did I know, that in my deepest grieve
I’ll find His profound peace and feel of relieve
Little did I know, that in my darkest thoughts
I’ll find His brightest light reflecting from the cross
Little did I know, that in my sudden loss
I still could trust that I’ll see Him across
Very little did I know,
While I was drowning in the ocean of fear
That He'd carry me to a...
Monday 12th October 2020 6:58 am
Also by Raquel Lacayo:In honor of -World Mental Health Day- | The Sunset- it's the keeper for every secret- |
The sun leaks out of the grey cloud ceiling spilling all over my body. Golden light bathes my cells.
Blanketed by solar rays I gain a new perspective on my surroundings; colours are deeper, fruit ripe. The world beyond my front door suddenly separated only be a wooden plank.
But as quickly as it came, the curtains above me shut with swift determination. Once again my perspective shifts.
Sunday 11th October 2020 9:30 pm
I do not exist
Neither bound nor found
In memory or actions
Sunday 11th October 2020 7:51 pm
I think of you way more than I probably should
I wish so much now that I somehow could
Turn back the hands of time, start again- rewind
Pull back the impulse, erase the hunger
Let logic and level headedness put my eagerness asunder
The state of being to which I now aspire
Is to be free of this want, all this desire
The thrill of longing, not so thrilling anymore
Sunday 11th October 2020 2:11 am
Also by Flavia Gordon:Once Lost is Lost Forever |
Neighbour's nightmare is your dream,
while yours nightmare is the neighbour's dream.
Neighbour's misfortune you desire as a blessing,
the neighbour desired for everything, what is yours misfortune.
How strange it is, you neglected the light,
which was desired by others.
Making me question for what you cribbed,
was that actually a nightmare or the dream?
All poems are c...
Saturday 10th October 2020 9:32 pm