Poetry Blogs (Aug 2020)
Between the walls we spend our time
Glimpsing something, closing somewhere,
Possibly a door, or, more likely a life or a grave.
Something that hasn't a roof like a sonata or a fire, Something that moves quickly, quicker than the speed of rabbits or birds escaping.
The roof is not closed, so we see stars, so many stars,
All bedecked with possibilities of life and more than that
Sunday 9th August 2020 5:07 pm
Also by John E Marks:Way | Now we rise, and we are eveywhere | 3rd August, 2014 | Big Bill Broonzy | Elegy |
I planted some seeds
I watched them grow
They got stronger each day
They are flowers now
The petals are vibrant
They’ve come to life
They blow in the breeze
They reach up to the light
Independent and free
They stand so tall
Bask in the sun
From the early morn
As the night time comes
They go to sleep
Until the next new dawn
And the little birds tweet
Then they rise again
Sunday 9th August 2020 5:04 pm
Also by curiousdud3:Don't want to hurt | Lost Boy (AKA Lost Child and Lost Girl) | Hide and Seek | Turn Back the Clock | As a child |
It was ninety eight past midnight
on a shining moonless night
as I walked with flaming fagots
‘mongst the clouded dunes so bright
astride a beetled rhino
in equestrian delight
a band of jammied pixies
sat and laughed with all their might
back a ways a distance
a herd of horn billed bats
the thrills of gin filled rats
then sunken in de...
Sunday 9th August 2020 4:48 pm
Also by Leora Rosner:There’s a heat wave running wild | The Smatterbog |
This is my street.
This is where I live.
This is where I’ll die:
In Agony Street.
This is where I call the shots;
This is where I make the rules;
This is where I knock the spots
Off those who don’t comply,
However hard they try.
Sunday 9th August 2020 4:42 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Tragedies |
Intuiting multi-dimensional truths
The art of being
Harmonious communication with every atom spiralling
The highest vibrational energy
Existing beyond dimensions
Limitless within love
Sunday 9th August 2020 4:22 pm
Also by email@example.com:Summer Rain | Last Train |
Would I be worthy of your time, if I worked on myself and created the best of me?
Would I then become worthy, of all the ideals you hold I finally embody?
Would I become worthy if smiled more and built that perfect body?
Would I be worthy if I emulated your mind set and undertake your hobbies?
What's needed for me to become worthy? because some things I can't seem to find.
Behind my eyes ther...
Sunday 9th August 2020 4:20 pm
Also by Zhar2020:The wildflower | Changes | Chess for her | Heartless - lyrics (Experiment) |
Pale hardness, a gallery so smooth
whose upward turning curves submerge
with swell of that resuming sea,
which swirls and skelters to the top.
Yet she who rides the sky
with that great pull and orders forth to ebb again,
so from this mollusc’s empty home
the brine does gurgle, every drop
to issue forth, meander back,
round black rocks burnished,
Sunday 9th August 2020 3:52 pm
Also by Peter J Matthews:Bramble | The Approach |
Kids with kids in
Second hand push chairs
Walking line ahead
Lad at the front
Mother and baby
To the back
Its how its done
When your hard enough.
Burberry caps and Adidas tracksuits
Nike sneakers cheap knock offs.
Big earrings gold in colour.
Make up layered upon layer.
Stoned. Started at lunch times
On the school field...
Sunday 9th August 2020 1:39 pm
Also by I'm not a poet:Hellhounds on my trail | (untitled) | (untitled) | Blues for David. | Slice of heaven 1988 | Homage to Shane Macgowan | Thank you | Oh America | Blues for David. | Breathe |
Decades have passed.
The world has changed,
along with its people.
It no longer brings joy to my heart,
as it did in my time.
All because of them.
What happened to the days,
when the only thing one could do during a lovely day
was to step out the front door and pamper one's self
with the five senses that Mother Nature had provided?
Sunday 9th August 2020 12:57 pm
"I want to tell you" she whispered
his heart cooled in the
sudden ice of their bed
"dont get mad" she urged
she'd been only fourteen with
a married man then
her mother taking charge and
from a long way off something about
but what got him, sucked the love from him
was the tears
that claim of continuing loss
she'd even given him a name
Sunday 9th August 2020 12:00 pm
Also by simon lucan:Crescendo | Pickled | Mud | Hamburg Tram | Safe | 24 Carat | Jock-Strapped | Warpaint |
When the little sods get under your roof
trying to burrow below dermis with a prick
which has you howling with the pain of it,
it is time give a call to Steve-the-wasp
who cares not about the lamentations of
his job – he just gets on with it, shunning
formal ceremony and blasts away at the
task in hand – insecticide and no-how are
his stock in tools of trade – he ...
Sunday 9th August 2020 9:38 am
Also by Philipos:MOON BOUND | RIGGED OUT 1961 | SHAMROCKS | ENCAGED | POETRY IN PARLIAMENT | AIMING LOW | MASQUERADE |
Sylvain Dornon the Stilt-Walking Baker. Well I'll Be....
In 1891 five-eight
Days, Silvain Dornon
Paris/Moscow walked on stilts
You're kidding me, come on?....
I kid you not....
Sunday 9th August 2020 9:11 am
Also by Don Matthews:I Want Election Results Now. Tonight |
Flying into the open and ever widening sky
Beyond the horizon which marked my flying high
Soaring above the heavens and the nightly skies
Into the realms of wonderous star studded abode
I reach a garden filled with passionate love and hope
Into that castle of romantic love and faith
I bid my loyalty and welcome my ever warming fate
Saying farewell to all the scars, darkness an...
Sunday 9th August 2020 7:42 am
Also by Amatul Wadud:Poem 3 | Thought 1 | Flowing through | Poem 2 | Synopsis 10 | Synopsis9 | Synopsis000 | Synopsis 3rd 2020 |
My Sunday call to prayer
I call out to the infinite power of Love
To the great and masterful font of all knowledge and power
May the small minds of man know the true extent of your wisdom
And come to know the worth of each soul here that dwells in your worlds seen and unseen.
Regardless of our diverse belief’s and understanding, may we come to know you.
Regardless of th...
Sunday 9th August 2020 7:01 am
Also by Paul Sayer:World Trade Centre Fires! | Oh my God! | God | The chart of the moment! | The iced metaphor cake | The mask is comming off! |
Why do you love me so intently?
I've hurt you, I've used you.
So why? Why do you care?
Why do you continue to care?
Is it just to make it right,
or is it better to push you further away?
What do I deserve?
Sunday 9th August 2020 1:55 am
Sensual and salacious desires arouse the senses
as they race to the fore leaving all else in their wake
As a stream cuts its route through virgin land
a coup has taken place as all control is lost
We kiss, fondle and run with our hands
our innards burn with a passionate ardour
Sinews break from their moorings
as the heart pulsates and reaches fever pitch
Saturday 8th August 2020 11:41 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Smoky Cafe | The haves and have nots | It draws near | Are we going to do this again? | The Stone Tower |
Sage bush smoking sour
Eyes cascading showers
Measuring sober hours
Chewing my cigarettes now
Good coffee, good chow
Pretentious fuck saying thou
Pissing off the bow, drunk
Crawl back in my rack
Afloat but still sunk
Cold icey dunk
Casket of grinding gears stuck
Struck, sliding into silence
Saturday 8th August 2020 6:46 pm
Poem 38 of 230: THE TOURNAMENT OF ROSES
Having, mostly, enjoyed my visit:
Walking and busing along the coast,
A Hollywood film in Hollywood,
And plenty of friendliness with it...
During my last morning in L.A.,
I watched, on a hotel-room T.V.,
Live from the town of Pasadena,
The Tournament of Roses display.
Perfectionism was on the go,
And it seemed little expense was spared,
As floats ...
Saturday 8th August 2020 6:16 pm
It makes me consider the heart more
sympathetically, this target on the chest
designed to make me condemn outright
the beating heart it reveals more than covers.
Who is this boy who could be anyone?
Ghostly in black and white
as if from a chapter now ash
but I've met with less in the mirror.
Shadows cresting night's hills
I take them to be the firing squad
too well trained to h...
Saturday 8th August 2020 4:27 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:A Visit | Wisdom Exhausted |
We all know they’re riddled with Otherness
And they’re bringing it over here
I don’t care if they have the same body parts
It’s their Otherness that I fear
They’ll only have to look at you
And you’ll catch their Otherness too
They’ll be lazy, scrounging, Otherness spreading
Heathens – not like me and you
I bet they had lives of champaign and caviar...
Saturday 8th August 2020 3:29 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Covid Mary |
Beautiful flowers, a vibrant shade
the intensity of hot pink,
delicate creation, Mother Nature made
Petals so delicate, tissue paper thin
bees dart between them,
fine, dusty grains of pollen kept within
Fragrance allures, aroma heady scent
bees buzzing, enticed
liquid nectar, sugar rich and heaven sent
Saturday 8th August 2020 1:33 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow | Move Over Rain Clouds | Tired | Beirut | Strong and Brave Enough | Wild Garlic | Memories | The Work Horse | Rain or Shine |
To death I say
let it just wait
I'd just as soon
its final stage
is proof enough
the best death is
the one put off!
Saturday 8th August 2020 12:42 pm
Also by d.knape:TIME TO GROW UP | TRASH DAY | Our Heartfelt Thanks | 75 PERCENT---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Virtural World | Thunder In The Far Away | PLANTS |
He got on the bus no mask on his face,
The only one without,quite a disgrace .
At him ,all we mask wearers did stare,
It was obvious as he sat there,he did not care.
Two stops later he did get off,
As he rose to his feet he did cough !
Spreading his germs he did not stop,
As into another confined space he did pop.
His colleagues at work awaited his arrival,...
Saturday 8th August 2020 9:19 am
Also by hugh:The defeat of dementia | Is it essential to go out for a drink? | "I'm amazed at my power !" | Please call again | An unfinished sentence |
An unrequited love poem
I’ve had some bad luck with the ladies
In truth, the fault’s down to me
You see, I’ve a niche peccadillo
That’s harmless, I’m sure you’ll agree.
I’d taken her out on a bike ride
We’d stopped at a café to eat
But when she came back from the Ladies
She caught me sniffing her seat.
A second invited me inside
An offer I couldn’t refu...
Saturday 8th August 2020 9:09 am
Also by John Coopey:THE LORD ALFRED SHIT-FOR-BRAINS OF CASTLEFORD |
Leaving no trace your
Feet disappear suddenly
In the midnight air.
Saturday 8th August 2020 8:03 am
Also by Andy N:Behind You |
Beethoven's music I surely adore.
Tis something I must come back to for more.
He comforts my heart when I am by myself,
And reaches my soul more than anything else.
In his music he shares each part of his life.
He gives us strength where before there was strife.
He shows triumph of spirit over adversity
In each sonata, concerto and in every symphony.
He expresses anger and sadness but ...
Saturday 8th August 2020 6:59 am
Also by Stuart Vanner:Judgements | Shakespeare |
It is the way
Manifest your reality
You over tell your story.
Not enough emphasis
On your skill
You found yourself
In a bar
Off junkies' needles jettisoned
In the alley
Off from the carcass
Of the dead rat
Beside the graffiti
Beyond the dumpster
A decent dapster bar
With a legitim...
Saturday 8th August 2020 5:56 am
Also by D.W. Hamilton:Aluminum | God's Eye |
I’m afraid that I am not enough,
inadequate, lacking, measured and left wanting.
The scales upon which I have stood
are not weighted in my favor,
but are tipped toward insufficiency.
And what if these things are true?
What does that make of me?
Where then is my worth,
and what is my valuation,
if not in what I am able to provide?
What of my life, wasted and squander...
Saturday 8th August 2020 4:42 am
Also by Shehariah:Son | Blind |
Ujjal Mandal, India
Rose is sweet when it smells
And it lingers until it veils.
Saturday 8th August 2020 4:38 am
Also by Ujjal Mandal:Mother, the Lotus of Heart | Books | The Words of God, Jesus Christ |
Oh Lord how I miss her touch and hugs.
I close my eyes and yearn to hold her hands and hug her.
But when I reopen my eyes I see an ocean of social distancing separating us.
How long God before I can once more feel her healing hands and warm hugs?
Please God end this madness soon lest I 'm driven insane.
Friday 7th August 2020 9:53 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:Sunshine smile | The oblivious world | It was____ | A Masterpiece | AS YET UNBORN |
After the ship broke
the man found himself in the middle of the sea
drifting into the unknown in the dark
clinging to a piece of tree
the man is physically strong, he needs to be
cause his mindset is weak
and now that no one can see
he lets out a tiny weep
by daylight, the man spots land on the horizon
he heads off and crawls
but she, the sea, won’t let him ...
Friday 7th August 2020 8:25 pm
I don’t fit in
it’s not a sin
I appear martian
I’ve got reasons
I can’t blend
anyone can tell
seem out of season
it’d be a lot easier if we all got along
I wish sometimes I was wrong
but I see what you do, hear what you say
logic and reason move the other way
I won’t conform
to a norm
boiling a planet
on a ...
Friday 7th August 2020 7:45 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Your photo booty | Thrushes | Your Epitaph | Nothing is wasted |
Pen devoid of poems
adventure long overdue
living room carpet
growing long in the tooth
I’m pining for movement
so keen to get out
I’ll go walking down
to Holly Hagg
Little glimpses at normality
haloed by golden rays
There’s no poison
in the idle river
in the quiet horse
The clouds of working day
part while I’m out walking
bathed in nat...
Friday 7th August 2020 4:43 pm
The twins were three years old!
Their little cake had three candles on each side
So they could blow them out together -
My half and your half.
They were thrilled.
Three days later Daddy turned thirty-three.
Of course, he had to have a cake too,
With thirty-three, pretty candles.
No candles was ever an option,
Nor the right number either.
The girls were nappi...
Friday 7th August 2020 4:24 pm
The bloated bellies of offshore vaults
where lie the profits, accumulating wealth
though giving off a nauseous stench
of crude oil and the decomposing corpses
of so many helpless non-combatants.
Sent by bearded men plotting over long tables
using deaths, terror and yet more deaths
to further their not so obscure interests.
Evil metallic predators wing stealthily over t...
Friday 7th August 2020 3:51 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Moon lies |
The day is long and hot
stretching out to sand
like the slit in a tank
in plain sight
offering no respite.
There may be blood
on unfamiliar hands.
Hearts beat in crosshatch
to a peculiar rhythm
the pace of unfamiliar lands.
Strange harsh voices coming
from behind barriers to progress
and silent curious children.
Friday 7th August 2020 3:26 pm
Sa ilang kaantosan.
Hulagway sa kadasig,
Dungan 'ta sa pagdayeg.
Friday 7th August 2020 3:26 pm
Have you given up on me have I given up on you
What is it we really can do as we look like fools
Can't see the future past my own dreams
But can you say your truly free
Don't need no blessed beads.
Don't need no lucky rabbit's feet.
Just need our leader's minds to be free.
Instead of thinking of a destructive ideology
They have a death wish for...
Friday 7th August 2020 1:37 pm
i was never good at maths
but these numbers stick to me
and i cant shake them off
usually addition takes forever
but now i can tell you in a minute
what an apple + a carrot equates
and every number is running through my head
wish i could run as fast as them
because maybe then
i would still be bad at maths
Friday 7th August 2020 11:04 am
Also by Youngdumbpoet:Joke | Fear | The frozen girl |
We poison the well and wonder why
There is no drinking water in the tap.
We kill the bees and wonder why
There is no food on supermarket shelves.
We ravage the earth and wonder why
The floods and fires come.
We prise open the box and wonder why
Pandora's pandemics pour forth.
We close our eyes
And wonder who to blame.
Friday 7th August 2020 8:53 am
And the songs of delight.
By the gashed mellows,
That I frolic about.
For the holland songs,
Bells that go ringing,
And homes that are desolate and bare.
Strange people and feelings,
The damned don't come near,
Friends are my shadows.
Flowers and bloom,
I guess the sand marshes,
And the blue in the moon!
Yet the father I see sins,
Friday 7th August 2020 8:40 am
Also by Alita Moore:puppet |
COME IN !!!
Friday 7th August 2020 8:01 am
Also by Brian Maryon:People You Meet On Holiday |
~When the midnight breeze struggles against the wrinkles of my windbreaker
But doesn't quite win yet,
I'll know that autumn's set.
When listening to Aubrey brings the company of both friends
And endearing ghosts alike,
I'll know that early will come the night.
The nights of campfire love songs and guitar rifs
And those of frat house trap music and police tips.
I am patien...
Friday 7th August 2020 7:04 am
A wilted heart
Can be watered
To a new start
Friday 7th August 2020 3:38 am
Also by Chloé:Atypical |
slowly i took down my walls
noticing you didnt run from what you saw
instead you helped me take down every brick
your love seemed to do the trick
now im being reborn from all your love
you must have been sent from above
or maybe our souls had already known
because being around you feels like home
i have never used the term soulmate
but when it comes...
Friday 7th August 2020 1:12 am
Also by Justagirl:stitches | reborn | pity party | darkest dungeons | numb |
August is a great month for star gazers!
With naked eye
She gazes upwards
To a moonlit sky
A mighty presence
She's waited here
Till an early morn
For his shimmering touch
On a summer's dawn
The hunter haunts her
As Venus looks on
But when sun arises
Her lover is gone
Friday 7th August 2020 12:59 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:New Normal |
The freedom of speech, assembly, and dissent
On the surface seems we are all in agreement
In reality, there is far too many people
Who are only believers when it's convenient
Friday 7th August 2020 12:37 am
last night I slept with the curtains open
the lower boughs of the nearby copse
framed by my small window
anticipating early sun to stream through
it took a few minutes to register that
it was still murky at the first crow-caw
4.47am, the morning’s footlights
weren’t ready to herald the chorus-line
of gently quivering branches
as the backdrop colours rose...
Thursday 6th August 2020 11:23 pm
Endless uneven steps
lead the way
No handrail here
Nothing to prevent a clumsy fall
onto unforgiving stone
Only the cold wall to try to cling to
as a metal-clad warrior rushes past
desperate to do his duty
Best hide your phone;
He’s not a fan and he is not averse
to giving the odd unsuspecting tourist
a shove if he’s that way out
I wouldn’t chance it
His mood depe...
Thursday 6th August 2020 10:13 pm
something could have been done last year, now all is morally blear. go about with your day, just stay.
stay in that house with those people you can’t remember, merely a year ago.
i’m fine, sunshine, and i will tell you forever
it’s not me, it’s the world. once we change, she goes forth.
the universe moves without us.
she will not halt, not tonight, nor wednesday. for my h...
Thursday 6th August 2020 7:26 pm