Poetry Blogs (Mar 2020)
When danger seeps
some gentle press of melancholy
a tremulous catch upon the throat
or the heavy weight of torpor,
make haste to your safe space
put on a heavy coat of books
hide beneath a rich curtain of music
be guarded by old family photographs
precious mementos will warm you
summon strength from old diaries
and epic poems,
reminisce with fishing rods
Sunday 29th March 2020 5:37 pm
Do not seek the armpit of distress
Bury your head
Lock the door
Draw the curtains
And pull up the drawbridge of despair
Do not fear the uncertain breeze
Of cough and of sneeze
Be the people you are destined to be
Meet the challenge
Light the light
Of love and of hope
Don’t run like frightened hungry rats
You are not one of a pack
You are part of a fami...
Sunday 29th March 2020 5:07 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Alone together | Mr and Mrs Death |
The smallest tendrils of smoke rising from the dying coals
Maybe I'm just too old now for passion
Maybe I've let my fear become my life
Am I any different since I've done it all to myself?
Am I any less selfish since all I do is display my emotions?
What is the meaning if I can't remember the words
Spoken to me early and quickly ignored
Blindly through feeling with no thought ...
Sunday 29th March 2020 4:02 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:(untitled) | Saga of April Dark: Song Twelve | Saga of April Dark: Song Eleven | Saga of April Dark: Song Ten |
The stories never told
out of sight
in the quicksand of memory
Take hold of my words
dangling on the hand
So I can stay a little longer
Sunday 29th March 2020 3:21 pm
Also by Jeannot:Right side up | Nothing out of me |
What if the Sabbath weren’t a day
but a state of being
that permeates our earthereal Eden?
What would you keep holy?
Sunday 29th March 2020 3:00 pm
Also by Ushiku Crisafulli:Herd (Co)Mmunity | Purple Pill |
(Of William Butler Yates)
Here beside the many tombs
the bones of Yeats are re interred
under bare Ben Bullen’s head
where once a kinfolk Rector
psalmed – a church stands near and
beside the road an ancient cross
at Yeat’s plot, are chiselled words
‘Cast a cold eye
on life, on death
Horseman pass by.’
Note: Part of a coll...
Sunday 29th March 2020 2:10 pm
Also by Philipos:PRANCING ABOUT | BREAD OF HEAVEN | ALAS | FIGMENTS | NIGHTINGALES | ROUNDS | CAT'S EYES | THE COMPASS ROSE | DRIFTING | SMOKE FILLED SALOONS | ZENDA | MEANINGFUL DECISIONS | GONGOOZLING | CREATIVE THINKING | THE SANDMAN | LEAVE TO SPEAK | GHOST | GLADSTONE DOCK (1950s) | SPRINGS | VOICES IN AN ELEVATOR | GORGONZOLA | ENTANGLEMENTS | CONICAL | ADVANCES | PACK ANIMALS | FANFARE |
He doesn't ride anywhere
not a flying horse
or one fashioned in gold
he has walked these hard streets
apparently every day
have you seen him?
Too shy to sing out
no will to write
no telling his past or future
he stood where doors were closing
and still when lights went out
Not recognised in the mirror
nor noticed in the dream
he has taken clouds for his friends
Sunday 29th March 2020 1:55 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Matter Of The Heart | today's poem- | through the round window | Another Chance | Alternative Vow |
imagine doing the thankless job of rivets
hold together, you beleaguered son of a bitch
hold together, this heaving, creaking hull
this, sinking, stinking patchwork glory
made at the end of so many stubbed cigars
held wet, by the mouth
while two busy hands
idled towards retirement , pounding away
christening by the light of midnight oils, annointed
(10 in 1!)
in the warbled so...
Sunday 29th March 2020 1:32 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:placeholder for something darker II (03/25/2020) | you can probably guess the title, there's a theme going here (03/09/2020) | a placeholder for something darker (03/03/2020) | Recycle (03/02/2020) |
The silhouettes of trees
inspires a poem in me
the fiery sky highlights
the dark gracefulness of trees
No matter where we see
sunsets are always free
This poem will obviously
ne'er compare to trees like these.
Sunday 29th March 2020 12:32 pm
Also by d.knape:Cheeto Stains | Trash Days | Remembering Yesterday | Tree Tunnels | Still Life | Behind Bars | No Hugging Allowed | Waiting In Line | Boys & Bikes | Sheltered In Place | COMMUNICABLE POEM | SOME | When Things Were Nicer | Always Hope | MADE IN CHINA | God Had No Wife (Warning: Could be offensive to half the population>) | God Had No Wife | Face Masks | CORONA | Stationary Bike | Acting My Age-A Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | LEAVES | NewAgePoetry | Voices In Another Room | An Idle Life | How To Apologize To Your Wife | The Reunion |
She has been sneezing in her palm
Rubbing the dirt all around
Coughing on my face
Rubbing her bare finger on my hand
Touching my clothes after coughing
Trying to hold me after sneezing
Is she a friend or a foe, difficult to say
Actions speak louder than words
Her actions bad to my dismay
She is lost in some deep thoughts so as to say
I just have trust problems develop...
Sunday 29th March 2020 12:10 pm
Also by Do.RoThy:Virusified!!! | Devastated!!!!!! | musical chamber!!!!! | Happiness ahead!!!! | I loved like a fool | Done and bunged!! | To win the race!!! | Sealed it with love and prayer | To write!! | I'm but ....... | Let's play a game | lullaby dame!!!! | Dreamy lockdown!!! | Just surrendered!!!! | Islanded!!! | The cure!! | Wings!! | Et tu!! | Sigh!!!!! | Picture haiku | Love you dear friends!! ❤ | Aide de more | Nothing without you | The pain of love!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | Faith vs. Suspicion | Nirvana | I ❤ U | Next stop!! | Good morning world!! | Night life! | Hidey n seekey!!! | It's just not normal. | Making kinda love!! | It's time now!! | God and me!! | 💞 | Jubilant!!! | O God!! | Truth I live and die.....ilu | ❤💕💘 | Mists of doubts!! | Hexagonal walls within!!! | Hey you!! | Help please!!!! Desperation!! | Never means never!!! | Exam fever!! 🤪 | 😛 | I've to live my dream!! |
It Jolly is Frustrating
I have a little problem
Can't seem to overcome
I jump into the next poem
Before the last one's done
It jolly is frustrating
I blame my active mind
It's like a spinning clothes-dryer
Some poems spin out easy
While others try and flout
All my hard-spent effort
Trying to bring them out
Creating things ...
Sunday 29th March 2020 9:53 am
Also by Don Matthews:UK Corona Can't Come Down | Have a Nice Day | Stockpiling | The Adventures of Mary (she hopes it helps to brighten you up) | Cock A Doodle Do | Why Cannot It Be Two-Way ? | Interesting | My 'Light-Bulb' Ideas on Coronavirus | Flutter Flutter | Urge | Also Spake Samuel | We're Animal Lovers Through and Through | Do I?... Or Do I Not? | Lockdown | Latro Spider Robot | Problematic | Billy's Problem (LMS) | Intensify Your Efforts Governments | Bonkering Aound on the WOL Site | Coronavirus and the LMS Theme Park | Bookmark Page 64 | Unmasked...At Last | White Blank | It's the Australian Way | The Enigmatic Poet | Concrete |
And the host tonight is...
i lied i stole i cheated
i’m having lots of fun
ripping air from your body
attacking healthy lungs
you think i can not see you
standing in the crowd
let me tell a secret
if i am allowed.
I will not stop at doors
if you allow me in
when you venture out
then my fun begins
i drift upon the breeze
until i find a host
Sunday 29th March 2020 9:29 am
Also by poemagraphic:bleat bleat bleat | Another Victim | Ovid on the Covid | Two Steps Away | Far Cough | Closed minds | Masking the problem! | Dying for your touch | Here we go again | Cheapskate | A man in Grief | Mindlessness’ | Apotheosis | LGBT | Type 2 Diabetes |
We need a sense of the unity of life and of humans for the sake of human welfare and for the survival of the planet. We need a sense of unity with the cosmos so that we can connect with Reality. But we also need a sense of individuality, for the sake of our own dignity and independence and of the loving care for others. We need it to appreciate each natural form, each animal and plant, each human ...
Sunday 29th March 2020 7:44 am
oh where, oh where can the virus be.
It's in your shopping carts
It's your use of money
it's in the hands of Bill Gates, Elon Musk, world leaders and the heads of the universal banking anthority
out to colaberate
out to orchrastrate
out to compose the new world order
I hope you're plugged in
'cause if your not
you won't get to be a part
Oh where, where can the viru...
Sunday 29th March 2020 7:41 am
My friends are singing a most beautiful tune . I can hear them in the distance . When sitting in my room . Before its light a faint little tune . You know all is ok when hearing their tunes . I awake every morning before five and know when all is ok I can just carry on . This special day comes once a year when our clock goes forward . I Enjoy the moment thanking for what I have . The songs from...
Sunday 29th March 2020 7:17 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:The Faithful Blackbird | Embarrassment | My Inspiration | We Will Survive | Seventy Five And Reminiscing | All Women | We Will Survive |
What kills us slowly
But greatly fear
What kills us quickly
We are not ready yet
Sunday 29th March 2020 6:49 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:All Fall Down | Child | Windmills | Devastated | Wind travelers | Aquarium Hysteria | Buried | Lillian Marie | In Verse | Pocket lights | Lucky, Right? |
~He pretends the river is an ocean
When one can't have the potent dose
One makes do with the dilluted potion
Caught between two jagged green coasts
The murky current slowly propells his motion
If he has a good, sturdy boat
He might just last to see his ocean~
Sunday 29th March 2020 6:09 am
Also by M3RK:Mosaic | LLJ | When will I see you again? | Love Letter to a Stranger | Plastic Razor Blades | Invisible | Summer |
I drove down to see you,
stood in your doorway unannounced
you were there with another,
I again felt like an outsider
I didn't belong
after I wrote you at length
many love songs
My poems wrapped in a box,
delivered but only to be forgotten
my heart still in shock
you were going away
never to be seen again
until the month of May
when I would fly thousands of miles
just to see that ...
Sunday 29th March 2020 5:43 am
Also by Mika:Three Little Dots | Our Story is Done | The Truth Within | A Pause... | Deep in Thought | Words At Night | The Haunting | Learning To Forget | What Really Matters | A Sea of Red | Start with ‘Hello’ | Knowing Limits | Heartbeats | Little Baby | The Disposables | Another Love Poem |
Honestly, I don’t think I want to even write this poem.
Because as soon as I begin, I will fall for you all over again.
It’s ironic how much I loved you when I didn’t love myself.
I feel like all the words, all the phrases, everything you said,
It was all a sick joke.
Loving you felt good, and when I believed you loved me too, I felt okay.
But now I portray that I am okay,
Sunday 29th March 2020 5:08 am
Also by Cameron Bounds:If it ain't you |
Sunday 29th March 2020 5:05 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Space Cowboy (Twilight Melody) | Unkind | Theories of a Madman (Experiment 432) | Space Cowboy (the goddess coat | Space Cowboy (A Ghost Monument) | Firefly Mounment | Window | Biohazard Relationship | No Halo | Drug | Broken Heart 1 | Never (song lyrics) | How Does It Feel? | Nothing Good Here | Death Bed (Not a Love Poem!) | Stupid Boy | Sad Trap Bass XD | Petty I am | He Needs Her More Then She Knows | (untitled) | A Disturbing Fear of Bitter Blasphemy Broken Upon All The Wounds 2 | A Goddamn Vacancy 2 | A Goddamn Vacancy | Coffee Dreamer |
Although her name is Lotty
I call my girlfriend Spotty
My pals all think I'm dotty
But they've not seen her botty.
Sunday 29th March 2020 3:29 am
Also by branwell kent:Another Bad Joke | Whatever Gets You Through The Day | The Girl Next Door | Mr Perfect (Believe It Or Not) | Typical | Tessa | Dirty Sex Poem | First Love | RIP | Where's Olly? |
(Warning: the audio is unexpurgated)
It’s been a source of some regret that I had missed my chance
To be a superhero with my kecks inside my pants.
I wanted to be Batman and to fight the city’s crime
I’d get hold of The Piddler and I’d make him serve his time.
Or whizz around like Superman, on guard by day and night
Looking out for phone boxes in case my pants got tight.
Sunday 29th March 2020 12:58 am
Also by John Coopey:WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) | LP's, SINGLES and 78's | MY SWEET HOARD | I'LL BEAT THIS VIRUS WITH TOILET ROLLS | I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE | UNSKILLED LABOUR | CORDUROYS | A BLOWJOB A DAY | TORY BULLY | CRADLE - A TRIOLET |
Solitary. Alone. Social distances blown away
On a fine spring day. Bloom like the moon.
I've been practising self isolation for decades
I say aloneness is central to the human condition.
Not loneliness. Not that which scars and scares,
Sinks and separates. But a choice, to recognize
We are born to be alone. We die alone.Cowards
Die many times, the brave, just that one signif...
Saturday 28th March 2020 11:56 pm
Also by John E Marks:The northern mockingbird | A thousand years ago | GLINT | Duhkha* | Seppuku* | The Resurrection of the dead | Stormy weather | To the crags, where eagles soar | Day by the sea | THE GHOST WHO SELLS MEMORIES | i.m. John Donne | The voice of death, the voice of love and the voice of art. | Tableau vivant | A time to leap | Solitary stroll | COVID 19 and the BLACKBIRD | from swerve of shaw to bend of bray | Tempered in the fire | JACOB SAYS | Lost love | An Absence | GROWL | VERBOTEN | Aphorism | hand-in-hand | Roundabout | words fail me | Writ in water | Manchester morning | The Isle of ghosts | For Kassia: a Bold and Beautiful Byzantine poet | CALL IT DREAMIN' | The unpurged imagery of day | Fugue | COVID - 19 PRAGUE | Lifting the Veil |
The skeletal frame of a Rollercoaster
Onto which fitted wheels, seating
Garish moulded plastic coloured
Inert silence no power from running current
Except for birds in the sky theme park
Abandoned except for giant tent building
The envelope opened up hand around throat
Sent to every house in town
And from source iron doors
Air conditioning to breathe ou...
Saturday 28th March 2020 11:45 pm
Also by Aaron Murdoch:Hi, I used to write in pen and type up afterwards. That was until I wrote this piece annnnnDDDD THE POWER!!! THE INFINIT- |
Tell me what I want to hear,
Kissing away my fear and doubt.
Tell me I'm the one you need,
The one you want,
The one you can't live without.
Have fun with my body,
Play games with my mind,
Then discard the whole of me.
Saturday 28th March 2020 11:27 pm
Also by Emer Ni Chorra:Sapiosexual | Yellow green iris | Dedicated to my Mother (Happy Mother's Day) | Sunshine-19 |
- Days ago, when the darkness found a way to creep back
I must admit that guilt pours through my veins on days like today
When inside of my head, all seems hopeless
I may no longer be clinical
But depression doesn't care that I was healing
It doesn't seem to matter that for a few weeks I was doing better
Despite the distractions I threw in its path
Through the dark ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 10:04 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:reincarnation in the debris | Final Closure | Plans for the Future | Hindsight | Dreamland | Coping Mechanism | it's all okay, now | Linger | Decadence | Of Something Good | 21:59 | Small Beginnings |
As a sapling I was wounded now I'm a crooked tree bearing bitter fruit. I ferment my fruits and drink them as wine. Intoxicated with dark love.
I pursue the wind as life's servant.
Cruelty shapes beauty to take the breath away.
I regret knowledge but not learning. To know certain truths is to harbour a foetus of cancer.
The voice of God should be ignored if you want to remain blissf...
Saturday 28th March 2020 8:16 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Oberon of All inside All | Half finished. | For The Suffering Of My Darling Limos | The Love Of A Wound For Another Is Deeper Than The Wound Itself | A Circle To Encompass The Universe |
No-one could foresee the day would come when medical science is almost powerless to help
We have knowingly abused our bodies all our lives yet life expectancy continues to rise
No amount of gluttony, smoking, drink or drugs has resulted in lifespans being reduced
Until now......when an event of biblical proportions has caused the chickens to come home to roost
Saturday 28th March 2020 6:37 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Travel Whilst in Lockdown | Social Distancing in Tonypandy SHOCK HORROR | Stuck Indoors! | Stuck!!! | Huw Edwards Watch Out | How to Reduce My Carbon Footprint? | Roadkill |
What if we manage ourselves,
We play extra time
And we both ref,
What if we decide the lineman?
What if I omit lonely from thine chambers,
What if sadness is rid off,
What if no one is able to fill this space,
What if my rainbow isn't complete Without your daffodils?
What if I meet your quest,
What If I'm the map to your shape,
What if your happiness is within,
Saturday 28th March 2020 5:34 pm
Mister Phillip Glass Sir, please forgive me but, I thought this piece would make great an accompaniment to your very thought provoking works. If it upsets you, I will remove the piece but, I am a fan of your works and hope you understand how it most definitely feels valid and sits well.
Facades is an Orchestral Piece written By Phillip Glass.
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:23 pm
Also by ZTK Space:Guess Where Daddy's From | Going Home By Candle | A Prayer To K-Pax | The Silent Commodoties Born Poor | The Fashions of a Yeehaw Man | Tommy by Rudyard Kipling | Tin City | Transcode - The Return To Middle Earth | The Loan of Bread Now Stale | The Dance and Trickery of Evil |
Grandma used to tell this story, how she drove a truck into a wall,
in the war, when she was in the Land Army, a truck full of turnips,
knocked down a wall, and Grandad said he saw his mate die on a
boat, right next to him, shot stone dead, right there, right next to him,
just like that, right there. And I tell you about how, in the 80s,
the shops couldn’t open on a Sunda...
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:23 pm
Also by Joe Williams:Urban Pedestrian |
That scenic chorus paints pride blended tears
as suspended droplets thrum euphoria
those watchers notice, its nuance foreign.
They’ve never heeded- never recognised
the harmony befriending delicate words
that welcomed wrung emotions on inches.
rare colloquial feelings pouring traces
left to the table.
The playing record that tugs at my arm
to appear closer, pulling at ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:00 pm
Also by Hannnah:Being Human Version 2 | This Is Our War | This Is The Worst of Us | Dwell | Constant Belonging | The Papers |
Poem 60 of 230: GREEN-LIGHT
Things go relatively fast in England,
And traffic lights are no exception -
For pedestrians, a young fleet-of-foot’s
Street-crossing time seems the selection.
But if - re the aged - leaders increase times,
It surely won’t cost them election.
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 28th March 2020 2:36 pm
As darkness fell across the U.K.
Millions of people had their say.
Raising a thunder of gratitude clapping their hands,
An explosion of thanks on front line health workers lands.
In isolation we sent our thanks and respect to the N.H.S.
Risking their lives on the frontline battling this mess.
As a nation we thanked them for their courageous fight,
For the sacrifices and ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 2:13 pm
Also by hugh:Panic buying we all have a role to play, lets wipe it out and flush it away | Pot luck | A warmer planet [Written for the kids off school] | A pregnancy precipitated by a grudge | A superior view | A little bit of flirt | An age shock! | Guilty or not guilty? | A coronavirus cure might lie in a bat's brain | "White ,"said Fred. | Re John Coopey's latest disgusting blog | Problems with pupils | An eye catching experience | Wash your hands keep them clean. | My dad is getting old | The loneliness of Lucy |
বেদনাদায়ক নৈরাশ্যে উদীয়মান আলেমেরা
সামাজিক যোগাযোগ মাধ্যম বর্তমান সময়ে পৃথিবীকে আমাদের হাতের মুঠোয় এনে দিয়েছে।এই সোশ্যাল মিডিয়া আমাদের পুরোনো সেই দিন গুলোর কথা ভুলিয়ে দিয়েছে, যে কোন এককালে আমরা চাইলেই আমাদের প্রিয় জনের খোজ এত সহজে নিতে পারতাম না।তবে দেরীতে নিতে পারলেও তার সুদুর প্রসারী একটা প্রাণ আকর্ষন ছিলো।বাড়ী হতে দূরে থাকলে আপনজনদোর একটা চিঠির অপেক্ষায় থাকতাম।চিঠি ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 2:00 pm
Also by Md Abdul Hannan:ওমা মাতৃভূমি | গুহাবাসী যুবসম্প্রদায় | THE THINGS ABOUT DEFOLIATE | ধর্ষণ বনাম আমাদের সমাজ |
In the etherical fabric
Fears knit together
Truth mixed with lies
Silence is loud
Feeling out words
Reality & fantasy
Inner world becomes
More real than outside
We ran from ourselves
Now we can't hide
Saturday 28th March 2020 1:31 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Spring! | Earthling Evacuation | Friday 13th just got serious | This Tree | Life In 2020 | Bird table |
To the trashers, the spitters
phone snatchers, scam callers
acid throwers and other detritus
the streets are yours
we give them up
so that you can wander
baying under a sickly moon
and under the restless sun,
and by your shadows
may you be overrun.
Saturday 28th March 2020 1:28 pm
Also by ray pool:ISOLATING THE SELF | WHAT IT'S LIKE OVER 70 | WHEN LOVE COMES KNOCKING | A MUG'S GAME |
he studied collected
observed hunted captured
was confronted attacked
and everything he learned
flowed from him into her
Saturday 28th March 2020 11:06 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:All having had the same idea | Friends | Bleh! | Before the world came in | bully | Quiet Contemplation | The family you don't have | things called you | Posing | Our dog years | You're so expensive | I lose everything | Your Gong | The 26 | isolated tracks | Haptics | Lunch with Tomorrow |
Meeting an old girlfriend
I met an old girlfriend from the days when we were
in our fifties, it had been a tempestuous affair.
Since she was not driving any more, I drove her home
to her house.
She invited me in for a coffee and before we knew it
the sex urge was back, she put a leg on a chair and leaned
forward over the oak table, her body shook when she
I had an orga...
Saturday 28th March 2020 8:44 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:2076 | a man upset | the day I met an actor | Dresden | life span | the Roma | the Russians | the office desk | a print | sunny days | whrn the mind speaks | enigma | the massacre | it is finally over | the new middle class | angst in the night | slow burning | so many ifs | two liners | Flanderd | droplets | spring | they call it love | dreaming right | sporty | nightly awake | nightly awake | we do not deserve |
I remember death
The hounding of life;
the moving into stillness
The pounding presence
quite in the stillness
The ringing of ears
The fill of anxiety;
the hack of the flesh
The dripping of time
congealed in my blood
Saturday 28th March 2020 8:30 am
To be something you wish you weren't,
As though that could be true,
Let's take another dip?
The tar at its center,
Take this breath deep.
Sank this way,
In the darkened waters.
My blood seeps through the veins,
And the rolled ends split.
Food for thought,
In a decedant moon.
Nah just such audacity,
To keep on breathing.
Saturday 28th March 2020 5:47 am
Also by Alita Moore:Diet Coke | The gift of life | Religion | Overwhelming | Power | so it were |
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:57 am
Also by Vautaw:Smiles | Leisurely Life Lessons | Shall We Dance | Tuning In | Lucid Dreams | When I’m Gone | Artists & Critics | Unmasking the Ego | A Poet's Prayer | Brick Roads | Shadows |
A poem to my bff
I am from milk................................................................... to nourish my bones........... ....................................
to enjoy with coffee and pastries
I am from D vitamins
to build strong backpack bones
From Jansport and polyester
I am from the valley
Freshingly cool, of slopes, soily rich
I am from cherry trees
Saturday 28th March 2020 4:48 am
All We Left Were Birds
I heard the birdsong through the air
From far away and long ago
The sound of sparrow and of crow
And knew no human travelled there
They sat aloft without a care
No threat from humans down below
I heard the birdsong through the air
From far away and long ago
As time flew I became aware
Of how the seasons ebb and flow
When there ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 12:49 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:Grave | Is There, In Truth, No Beauty | Event Horizon | End Of Days | Chinese Whispers |
The future is uncertain,
The past remains unchanged,
Only the now is truly forgiving,
Worry is a burden,
Regret drives you insane,
Surrender both to the moment and start living.
Friday 27th March 2020 6:35 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Sing | Ring-A-Ring O'Covid | Covid Kiss | Let My Rock Be Hope | Dissociated Grocery Shop |
So called because of the Coronavirus my trip was called off as country after country shut down as it swept across the world. Everything started out as usual, plans were made, put into action, events recorded in rhyme. Reaching 1500 travel poems would be easy, by the time I'd finished it could have been well over 1600 but it was not to be. I decided to carry on writing and make 1500. The image see...
Friday 27th March 2020 5:21 pm
A ginger tom
In the garden
This Spring morning
Distracted by a noise
Stops to investigate
Sniffs the air
Ears honned in
Recognizes sound floating
High above emanates from
A bird box
Home to Blue Tits chicks
Weighs up odds of nett...
Friday 27th March 2020 4:19 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:Judge not too harsly | I would be nothing without you | The violin concerto | Really _ the dead woman was her mother! | The Rainbow | The drop of water that made the Silver Birch blush | The final destination | Silence isn't always golden! | Was it really she? |
All remember and do not forget
Those to whom we owe our greatest debt.
They help us when we are in distress;
It is all of those who work for the NHS.
Around the clock they are always there,
And all this time they surely care.
Though it is something that we just expect
From those who deserve more respect.
Each worker endlessly strives
To cure and save all of our lives.
Friday 27th March 2020 3:57 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Moving Forwards | Honour | On the Up | Spring |
IN THE TIME OF QUIET
No one’s told the daffodils about the pause to Spring
And no one’s told the birds to roost and asked them not to sing
No one’s asked the lazy bee to cease his bumbling round
And no one’s stopped the bright green shoots emerging through the ground
No one’s told the sap to rest, deep within the wood
And stop the sleepy trees from waking, wreathed about in bud
No one’s tol...
Friday 27th March 2020 3:52 pm
A wall to predate that in Berlin or
One to mirror the Great Wall of China
Bestowed the name of the philanthropic Emperor
To consolidate his vast Empire, to discourage war
Steeped in ancient Greek culture he fell in love
Not with the Parthenon or the Temple of Olympus
Uninspired by the voices of Delphi
He was besotted by the beauty of a young man
Friday 27th March 2020 1:52 pm
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