Poetry Blogs (Apr 2021)
If you don't know you won't know
and if you don't know that, then what do you know apart from that
according to you I am not me
An eightball car without wheels but with music
In the shadows of the city, the philosopher killed his bride
I knew the bride before she got wed he shrieked
and she smashed the DJ over the head with a bottle of 16th century single malt whiskey
Mr Motorist in red a...
Monday 12th April 2021 10:03 pm
Our uncle Fred
wears a wig on
his head - he
droopy as if he's
half dead - but if
he sees a lass of a
to be sure Uncle
Fred, will be stood
to attention, and in
the media once, he
quite got a mention
before the old sod was
confined in detention
Monday 12th April 2021 9:24 pm
Also by Philipos:JUST WONDERING | BOOM AND BUST | OPEN SPACES | PUTTING IT BEHIND | ENSIGN MOUNTBATTEN | PASSAGES | BRAMSHILL HOUSE | AT WAR WITH POLLEN | PARACHUTES | NERVOUS CONVERSATIONS | BUGLING | ROBOTS | WIND BLOWN CLIFFS | THE GINGER BREAD MAN |
We fall in love
We fall asleep
We fall ill
The things we fall
Are not of our free will
We fall apart
We fall quiet
We fall prey
The things we fall
Are hard for us to say
We fall down
We fall short
We fall behind
The things we fall
Are what define mankind
Monday 12th April 2021 9:21 pm
Also by The Chessplayer:Dying Stars | Bad World | Laken | My Roommate | Congratulations | Charlie's Broken Foot | Dying Don't Get Easier | On a Straight Road At Dusk | Half My Brain | My Thoughts | Undo | Pain Has No Friends | Answers | Going | Inside Some Books | A Moment With True Friends | Where the Pines Bend | I Know I Know I'm Real | Are You Okay? | In Passing a Tree | Why a Fly? | The Hurt Man | That Time In Guanajuato | The Habit | A Goldfish | Death Is Not Natural | Plant Life | To Her | Dying In Dreams | April Showers | Figaro Sleeps | The Lie | History Book | Sneaking In | The Angels' Feet | There Is No Question | Take Me When You Go | Pier Thoughts | I Love the Sound | Once I Had a Frog | Isn't It Bizarre? | Counterfeit | The King's Ruse | I Did Not Ask | Drinking In October | The Nomad | Walking Backwards | On Mountaintops | But Then I Learned | Lines | In the Same Way |
Soaring clouds cloak rising sun, vigorous brightness, morning whiteness
Lightness, creeping upon those weeping sightless, dark blindness lifting in slightness
Rightness becomes a non factor, heart like a melted down reactor spitting smoke
Go for broke, break it all, the inevitable fall comes swiftly, will twist thee into submission
Nature's battle of attrition, cruelty ingrained into life lik...
Monday 12th April 2021 7:56 pm
Wait with me for death
until it arrives, then weep
and make sure I'm missed.
Show me those ankles!
Yes! Now, touch that clavical...
baby, work that hair.
Don't take this from me.
I've put so much into it:
it's my purpose.
Hold my hands tightly,
certain of where they have been,
or just let them...
Monday 12th April 2021 7:41 pm
Also by Ferris Ty Taylor:Protect | Be Reasonable | Teachers | Psychosis |
As from my window, through the woven trees I look
Across the listless lawn and softly crumbling wall
A restless breeze explores among the fallen leaves
Then sweeps their parchment relics from the path.
There is no path that I will walk this joyless day
Stripped down to naked sorrow, pared to pure despair.
The mocking breeze will stir the fallen leaves for me
Monday 12th April 2021 6:42 pm
Look over your shoulder...
Did someone overhear...
Is someone reading my email...
What if she finds out...
What if he knows that was me...
Are my calls monitored...
Is my password secured...
Did someone see us...
Will she make a fuss...
What if he tells our secrets...
Did he see through our stories...
She seems to suspect something...
He’s behaving differently.....
Monday 12th April 2021 6:20 pm
Also by Scattered Sun:Why |
The zombies of New Generation
They say they are from 21st Century
They are from very new generation
They called themselves GenZ
Have you ever confronted zombies in real life?
It’s so hard to find them in real life
They can be seen in reel life
They are just antonym of human
If they are alive?
They are alive only in the digitalized world.
Their mornings ...
Monday 12th April 2021 6:10 pm
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:Life is an unplanned journey! |
In that one orbit of the Earth,
He must have understood far more
That any human mind alive.
Think about it. Not just the view,
But actually being there:
Above the trifles, the low plod
Of puffed-up order, the slow deaths
In crowds pressed against shop windows.
Above the bile, the pious chat,
The mush of mediocrity.
Above the relevance of air.
Seeing all t...
Monday 12th April 2021 5:57 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Mainstream | Cynics | Unmade |
Wife and poetry
Monday,12th April 2021
Wife and poetry
both are loved dearly
I can't move a step without
or dare to talk about
wife is my inspiration
a bond with cemented relation
we both care about other humans
and try to make life heaven
love is our forte and wish
by saying and praying
for their well being
poetry is my passi...
Monday 12th April 2021 5:47 pm
Also by Jadia4708au:Face real love | Old age romance | Beauty and praises | Destroyer-nature | Make earth green | Take precaution | Poets-quite human | Love-lacks no words | Change behavior | School | Pattern changes-nature | Follow guidelines | Follow guideliens | Soul's bridge | Life-one time chance | Life-stiff challenge | My guide-lover | Best age | Show an affection-for woman | Anger-Frustration | Proper woman | Different lines- human beings | Eyes turn wet | Flowers-Symbol of beauty | Ending life-cowardice | Listen to heart | Bad dream | The soul in a body | Live with resolution | Memory-welcome | Working for peace | Dear shadow | Season's part | Real refuge |
Letter to Yuri
(Listening to the world’s first manned spaceflight on a crystal radio set. 12th April 1961.)
From the wire in the garden
Your news came to came to me via the B.B.C. -
The Home Service they had called it -
But not for you
As you travelled further away from us than
anyone had ever done -
Spinning in your little egg
in the monstrous foot-pads of Laika t...
Monday 12th April 2021 1:20 pm
When a woman gets to cleaning
don't get in her way
She'll suck you up the vacuum
dust you down if you dare to stay
She'll throw you in the washer
rinse your dirtiness away
So flee the premises while you can
till the end of Cleaning Day.
Monday 12th April 2021 1:02 pm
Also by d.knape:Ziploc | Second Fiddle | PROGRESS | Author Ritis | Signs Of Life | What Gives | Character Flaws | The Kitchen Table | HIDES---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | If's, Ands, or Buts |
I pour coffee
on breathable paper
white sheet like a loom
I weave destinies on him
white leaf like a cobweb
from verses perfectly arranged
white sheet like a white flag
decorated with snow whiteness
I pour anger on breathing paper
a plain white sheet of paper.
Monday 12th April 2021 10:14 am
Also by Sanja Atanasovska:Bad combination | Stay alone |
As I trip on my words,
And stumble on my thoughts.
I experience tingling sensations,
Loss of balance and lack of coordination.
It started when my immune system ruptured out of control,
Which could have been linked to deficiency of cholecalciferol.
It attacked my myelin sheath resulting multiple lesions,
Which lead to life-long treatment as there is yet to be a ...
Monday 12th April 2021 9:27 am
Jane and John have been married for thirty years,
Their secret for a happy marriage they reveal without any fears.
Twice a week they go out to eat,
Friends and family they both meet.
Jane goes out with them on a Monday,
John goes out with them on a Friday.
Monday 12th April 2021 9:08 am
Also by hugh:An outpouring of grief for Prince Philip the Duke of Edinburgh 1921-2021 | A mum accused of being a vampire | A dangerous cycle thwarted | A much loved 85 year old grandma mauled by two dogs on Good Friday has sadly died | Rubbish !! | She was on a 4 week cycle | A cover up | False teeth | Crime Update |
Moving staircases and Horses carved and painted
Upward spirals Hypnotic and charming
Elegant golden floral most calming
Round and round up and down
Carousel or merry go round ?
A circular parade
Of which very few are afraid
You always get one crying though
Saying "stop its too fast".. but its really slow
Simple sweet giant mu...
Monday 12th April 2021 8:50 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:MAYBE |
Lockdown restrictions are lifting
Pubs and cafes only outdoors
Theme parks, shops, gyms and hairdressers
Allowed to welcome us all once more
Today is the 12th of April
Snow is falling across the land
In true British style and fashion
We will brave the weather, beer in hand
Monday 12th April 2021 8:20 am
Also by julie callaghan:Prince Philip RIP | Forming An Orderly Queue | All Four Seasons | Solar Powered | Easter Photograph | Please Take It Home | Easter Saturday | The Arctic Circle | Candy Coloured Morning Sky | Serene Scene | Early Morning | View From A Wooden Bench | Daffodils |
There are no longer words.
I have grown ancient listening.
I have grown a maze of wrinkles,
If my eyes seem dull,
Remember they have forgotten you,
I sit, and watch the hunting.
Come and join me,
Monday 12th April 2021 4:57 am
Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:The Show Must Go On | Night And Day Blues | Show Me | A Cheerful Poem | Peanut Brittle | All At Sea | A Piece Of Him | Stuck On You | Reckless Abandon | Freefalling |
Leadership immense responsibility
sharing royal understanding
loving Husband supports
waking up knowing
no longer there
heartbroken sombre monarch
Wife and Queen
Prince of Princes
side by side
sealed with love
a nation mourns.
Monday 12th April 2021 3:02 am
Also by Nigel Astell:A Hair's Breath on a Sure Bet |
Sunday 11th April 2021 11:29 pm
Also by Cody Roach:Regrets | Reflection | North & south | Wind | Blind death |
Ghosts see into the pulse of her heart
seep into the stopped wraiths who chatter, mix, meld
into the invisible air
only odd numbers now
leave me a moment
to linger in the chair
talking to a lady no longer there
odd that even two is only ever 1 + 1
associations carry on until the wood
rots and there are no trees and no ice
and no air and nobody here or there
Sunday 11th April 2021 9:24 pm
Also by John E Marks:Ghost writing | Tankaesque | A California Spectral | As if you had a choice | NON SERVIAM | Moses of Khorene | Outfoxing the furies | Charlotte's one day late Birthday party | Epiphany |
Only a night beauty
curate by concealer's duty
going to efface overnight,
in morning we'll appreciate the bonafide sight.
Sunday 11th April 2021 8:29 pm
Also by Nazia Khan:Bare in Masquerade | Hostile ambience | Misfit |
Happy Birthday Stuart, all the best 'Big Man'
I still miss you everyday, as does every fan.
Your messages of pride, I still take onboard.
Your songs of hope for all, are never ignored.
If you felt alone in your life, that saddens me.
Everyone was here for you, over land and sea.
We're still here today, proud to say your name.
Life has moved on...but never quite the same.
So I look back on ...
Sunday 11th April 2021 5:30 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Ghost Race | My Decision | The 'Cup' | The Lockdown Haircut Curse! | Days Without You | Sing A Song (For us Tonight) | The Childe of Hale (1578-1623) | My Day |
Your wings are made of wax.
They make a foe out of the sun.
But each piece of them that drips
Proudly declares that you've lived.
Sunday 11th April 2021 3:34 pm
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Heirlooms | The Fool | Choice | Stuck On the Inhale | In vain... |
Yesterday I stood
Staring at the moon
Hoping His Royal Majesty
Hurrys up and gets well soon.
Sunday 11th April 2021 12:20 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Sleeping |
we sit drinking coffee,
much is yet unspoken,
my cup looks cracked,
her biscuits all broken
the flat smells of damp,
split ends and oily hair,
scars bangle her wrists,
focus of my coy stare
by the hearth lies a cat
of a species I deplore,
yellow paint peels off
a lone bedroom door
on her neck a blemish
coated in stale powder,
all in all, a f...
Sunday 11th April 2021 11:15 am
Also by simon lucan:Cages | Brown Bread | Hay | Thread |
Way back in the distant mists of time
The nineteen eighties as I remember
I was working at the Dorchester hotel
On the banquet bar in late December
It was a black tie corporate affair
Guest of honour was the Duke indeed
In the crystal room I manned the VIP bar
Catering to our distinguished guests needs
My instructions were to prepare a tray
With a selection of drinks...
Sunday 11th April 2021 10:56 am
Slits for eyes,
Through dusk of dawn,
And written down on tissue paper.
Floral in briefcase,
Drenched beneath cold willow,
Tunes of merry metal.
Wrapping in the circles,
In which we cannot be,
Merely a human being.
Sunday 11th April 2021 6:14 am
Also by Alita Moore:Yellow Blue Dandellion | Birds |
I sit in silent solitude
And let my spirit drift
Across the universe, the cosmos
And let my paradigm shift
There's no greater feeling
Than the freedom which I find
When I let go of all attachment
Find my soul, and lose my mind
And my heart feels so connected
To each and everything I see
Because, like looking in a mirror
I am all, and all is me.
Sunday 11th April 2021 5:47 am
Is it the way I look
or what I say
they’re going by the book
that’s what they said
eyes start to move
searching the exit
they’ll stay for dessert
then make their break
I scare them all away
back to their little caves
they bolt their doors and pray
for a return to boring
I get lonely
like everyone else
it’s more about disappoint...
Sunday 11th April 2021 2:22 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Doublage | Metaphor Shortages |
took a walk
surprised by the sight
of ancient mossy forests tangled
with hotly-contested questions
as to where the path began
or ended, or diverged, or
whether there was a path,
and if it has a gender, or
if gender was merely
a social construct without
Sunday 11th April 2021 1:36 am
Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:Haiku #10 2021 | After the Spin | Untapped | Lighthouse of the Soul | It Lies | Let Go | Wings | To Change a Light Bulb | Easter Haiku | The Grand Experiment | Good Trees | Ghost Stakes | Cogent Hands | Space Happy |
(or "An Atheist in Heaven")
My journey's end was all too fast
I saw the bus, but damn and blast
my foot still stepped right off the kerb
and as it did, I found the nerve
to swear a bit and gasp and sigh
"God help me" was my last breath's cry
A selfish gesture, I'll admit
but there was no time for better wit
I was pretty sure my little plea
would not be made to come to be
when that bus e...
Saturday 10th April 2021 10:15 pm
Is there a ship stuck in Suez?
Yez, sez the man in the fez
who probably isn't Egyptian
as they no longer wear them
and judging from his diction
and a one-armed affliction
it's a scene from a comedy sketch.
Saturday 10th April 2021 10:03 pm
Also by Chameleon:Understanding the Process |
Lady plays the Tarot
her cut-throat razor
splits an infinite deck
in the present moment
showcasing one colourful image
over all other bright possibilities
look and attend properly
it fills the entire field of vision
there never was a witch
nor any outlandish deck
Saturday 10th April 2021 9:37 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Eight Billion Cells | Late In The Day |
We still don’t want you
your class team to said after
scoring twice for them.
(A early memory of playing in my class football team.
It was not the best of times as I never really fitted in that class)
Waking me early
I knew my nana had died
before mother said.
(My mum’s mum, my nana died in hospital 10 years or so after
the death of her husband, my granddad all o...
Saturday 10th April 2021 6:52 pm
Also by Andy N:#NaPoWriMo Haiku of Life 1977 and 1978 | #Haiku of Life 1972 and 1973 (as part of #NaPoWriMo) |
I dance on the sands
I am clutched in small hands
I am always unique in my shape
I sometimes have holes for crabs to escape
I can vary in size from large to tiny
I wash up on the shore, in the sun I’m shiny
I am all over the world from the east to west
I have no way to choose which of my kind is best
I do know; however, people are happy to find me
I am sought aft...
Saturday 10th April 2021 6:02 pm
Also by Rebel Elaine:Caution |
A match lit
Makes its presence known
By both its burning light
And the sound it emulates
This burning presence
Creates a kind of warmth
That keeps growing
Till the wind blows it
All to smoke
Saturday 10th April 2021 4:37 pm
Let us remember
His Royal Highness
An important member
Of the British Royal Family
The Queen’s husband
For seventy three years
Longer than any other history
Of the British monarchy
A multi-talented Prince
With many achievements in life
Patron of almost eight hundred firms
From environment to sports and education
Organising fundraisers for good returns
Saturday 10th April 2021 4:20 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:A Year Has Passed |
Poem 95 of 230: A GOOD LIFE
Starve or free?
Sheep for wool -
Fed till full.
Chooks for eggs -
Milk from cows -
Should well house
Can be made).
Fish for gain -
Cut the pain.
Dogs for pets -
This does say
Saturday 10th April 2021 11:55 am
I watch the waves turn
With differing force
My inner monologue— forever going
Pauses for a moment
As the ocean casts its spell upon me
A glittering stream of blue and green— gleaming and glowing
For a moment I wonder
If I should make the choice to be submerged
And allow my body to feel colder...
Saturday 10th April 2021 10:01 am
Also by Rasa Kabaila:I surrender |
Written on the occasion of our Ruby Wedding Anniversary. Cowperthwaite was the vicar. That we ran out of food at the reception was largely down to him, the greedy git.
We have a photo stowed away
That’s taken on our wedding day;
In truth it does not flatter us –
My double chin, your mountainous
Bosoms occupying all
The shot in their supported sprawl.
But when I ma...
Saturday 10th April 2021 7:23 am
Also by John Coopey:STAIRLIFT TO HEAVEN | FLY TIPPING | REDDIT | A FISHERMAN'S FRIEND |
Funny how I hear your drunken silken voice
calling in the ally, blue-black angles here
define the shadows of telephone wires
cut into a small-scale cubist canyon.
And what if I let them resonate
like purple razor beams in haze
across the memories of a
strange person in a stranger town?
Trying to drown the recollection
of small fry in a tank of paranoia.
At least down here I avoid y...
Saturday 10th April 2021 2:50 am
Living the covid way
Is almost necessary
For we never know
When the virus
May Slowly attack
Could be helpful
Can be fruitful
If we live covid way
Slowly But daily
To be done
Is good for health
Inhale from nose
Exhale from mouth
Saturday 10th April 2021 1:53 am
Also by Ghazala lari:Paramount | Life ahead | Crishma | Philosophical | Friends forever | Beautiful life | VaCaTiOnS | Flip of a second |
I really don't like going to bed at night
My mind gets going around midday
I kinda like being a night owl
I never cared for worms anyway
Friday 9th April 2021 9:39 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:SHOOTING DEBRIS |
She's the new girl in town, getting everyone's attention
Her beauty is unique, her smiling face a novel mystery
Her soft gentle touch will make your knees weak, you'll fall for her
She's jealous, and wants you all to herself
she wants you home and isolated, away from everyone else
Her enticing ways will play games with your head, she'll get what she wants
You, exposed and vulnerable, laying ...
Friday 9th April 2021 8:44 pm
I saw you there sweating
while under the shade
screaming, "stop that now"
and you threw a book
straight out in front of you
onto faded grass.
You ordered him, "Go!
Pick it up, you useless child"
A well-dressed boy in a school cap
cowered to gain the book
brought it back to you;
you dropped it
So he had to pick it up again, and again
while you admonished him for ...
Friday 9th April 2021 1:42 pm
The woman behind the curtain
peeres silently through a gap,
to seethe joy ane happiness
of people not knowing she is trapped.
She hears the sound of laughter,
while silence echoes in her heart
She sees the smiley faces and eyes,
and fades into the darkness that pulls her apart.
The joyous sound of her man's whistle,
rings loud into her inner ear
while she si...
Friday 9th April 2021 12:19 pm
Also by Ilse Grobler:Hold on to me |
Alas, my emotions win tonight.
I'm too exhausted to put up a fight.
How do I cling onto the light?
Jesus, my only hope, please make it alright.
Friday 9th April 2021 4:10 am
How do i describe the art straight from the heart
Not to show of your glimpse of a rising star
Abstract in a pure way and form
Like the red thread through our lives
Black are the lines that devide colours
making them more static
Nothing will move at our command
White empty spaces taste so sublime
Time tells classics future has come.
Thursday 8th April 2021 10:03 pm
Also by Rudyard Kooistra:Piet Mondrian one. | Constable rewritten. | No title. | Just a sentence from the great book of Black. | A farm beyond a field. | Nightmare |
Held together by the ties that bind, all the more important ‘cos we rigged the knots ourselves,
Yesterday is lost and to tomorrow we are blind, so together we would face all that enraptures and repels,
And through the years it helped us put the worst behind, and enjoy the best, although it came in too brief spells,
But our tethers became weathered by the daily grind, and the frailest of all th...
Thursday 8th April 2021 4:28 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Profer The Hand That Saves | Smell The Roses |
they scribed on the stone,
and it may be true.
There were days when
we bickered and
picked at the scabs
of our lives,
exposed raw wounds
and bled together.
But together, we
salved the hurts, healed
and cared for each other,
so there was the love
at the heart of it.
Thursday 8th April 2021 3:24 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Moon | Jabs |
"Give children fire, so they can grow stronger than anyone you've ever known"
Take me to the edge
Give me wings to touch the sky
Let me hustle my sorrow into the wind
May my pain echo in a kind
Might it set their world on fire
Tears pumping through their veins
Let them know what I've felt
What ache I've been in
And they'll heal as soon as their own wind whisper hits 'em
As a hurricane
Thursday 8th April 2021 10:46 am
The clanking compound of the brewery
– where Dad did casual shifts
when building work was scarce –
is buried now beneath the floors
of a multi-storey car park
and chat that drifts across
from cappuccino pavements.
Born to a scant inheritance
of rushy Sligo acres, my dad was bred
like his brothers to follow the work,
sending remittances home
from London, Readin...
Thursday 8th April 2021 10:32 am
Also by David Cooke:Shadow Boxing |
It's the final day of the routine seven,
The jig is nearly up,
Its back to work come morning time,
Till then we'll take a sup,
Sure Nealon's is the place to go,
Its usually quiet at this time,
Leave your gaf and start to walk,
And then call in to mine
The laughing and the chatting,
As the stout begins to flow,
Suddenly its last orders,
And then we'll have to go
I can't help but feel so...
Thursday 8th April 2021 12:34 am
Also by Alex O Dubhghaill:Browsing |
I hurt for you,
Then, now, and my whole life through.
I hurt for him, her and the next,
For last time and this time, I’m a motherfuckin wreck.
No body knows that shit but me,
That this butterfly ain’t as free as she’d like to be.
I’ve lived this way,
It’s why I sway and sway,
I dance, in a trance,
In the dark, feel the expanse.
I've never had a choice,
But I’ve l...
Wednesday 7th April 2021 5:51 pm
Toolips, are fekkin yellow,
Roses, fekkin red,
I can't stand your fekkin fakery,
I thank you.
Wednesday 7th April 2021 12:53 am
Disinterested drizzle begins to hit
The screen thickening into hail
As the cloud moves over the car
Leaving just the hard worn short change breeze
Further on a volley of empty
Beer cans are carried into the wind
Full of rolling chatter across the road
Discharged from a discarded
Dead body black sack
And then the sun
Gives its full blast best
Tuesday 6th April 2021 10:17 pm
On a side table
Where the sun pauses
During each afternoon
I will place a bowl of roses
In remembrance of you
Their petals as soft
As the dew in the morning
When first it kisses the day
As each petal lightly falls
Brushing against the
I will feel the pulse of your life
And think of you with love
Tuesday 6th April 2021 8:36 pm
A Mortal Moment
My eyes still see clearly now
despite my advanced years
Beauty I see and gaze upon
but no longer touch or embrace
Desire has taken its course
its energy has slowly abated
My joys and interests remain
which I savour and partake of
The past has a haunting quality
at which I glance or wince
Drops of embarrassment fall
on salacious appetites of ...
Tuesday 6th April 2021 7:39 pm
There is often a vague sadness
that emanates from the boats
in the ramshackle marina
The boats, aground at low tide,
bereft of their purpose,
wait for their meaning to return
Later, afloat once again,
they’ve made their peace
with the return of the water
Tuesday 6th April 2021 4:28 pm
Also by Mike McPeek:Good Morning |
Pursue the beauty until the ugliness leaves you alone
and let you bloom
like a flower in the stone
[By Ujjal Mandal, India]
Tuesday 6th April 2021 9:37 am
On the laps of our beloved smoking mothers -
we heard them speak of how the world
was whilst they were young.
The festooned nights of war-torn bingo halls -
where everything was just about right and unjust
about wrong. Where no one owned a phone.
I can still see her on abandoned mornings -
alone and never giving inches to winter ghosts.
Cigarette in mouth. Eyes down. Enraged of Englan...
Tuesday 6th April 2021 8:46 am
Also by Ralph Dartford:Gloria Wilson | Languages | Helter Skelter |
Guilt has got me, or is it shame
Finding excuses, someone to blame
Trying to get the mumbled words out
Needing to talk but not wanting to shout
Trapped in a world that is just full of sin
Caught in a fight I don't feel I can win
Capturing demons that run through my head
Locked well away, those thoughts left unsaid
Deep is the prison where I keep them locked in
Hearing their screams, the t...
Tuesday 6th April 2021 7:50 am
“De Temps En Temps,” by Josephine Baker. That’s what I was listening to. Funny now to think I'd ever forget how it felt, something like that.
Alone and facing my death in a stranger’s beach house, next to a dark, cold, ocean in the dead of Winter.
I ate Dove chocolates and soaked in a warm bath with bubbles to the brim, and listened to “De Temps en Temps,” while lifting a razor to...
Tuesday 6th April 2021 4:39 am
A poet is a composer, orchestrator and arranger,
Performer and promoter who knows creative danger;
Solo artist on the page and on the platform too,
The poet sings out loud and proud
And needs no back-up crew!.
Monday 5th April 2021 12:32 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:GONE TO POT | AN EASTER THOUGHT |
I hear you...
I don’t know what else I can say.
Life has lost us,
Carried us away
But I hear you...
And I know that we're okay.
Monday 5th April 2021 4:51 am
Mother, you left me to the wolves
For the substances in your nose
I thought I was a light inside your eyes
How could you leave your child with an abuser
My innocence was ripped from my mind
Product of abuse
Don't cry your eyes out
Get on your feet
Run to father
Death is coming
Mother, you're toxic vile child
Hope you get cancer in your jaw
I want it to slowly eat you away
Monday 5th April 2021 1:36 am
Vulnerable (november 2007)
I see you there helpless, at you’re most vulnerable.
And I am helpless to help you.
No matter how strong I am, how tough I pretend to be, I can do nothing.
I have to wait for others to come.
I have to watch you lying there, while I just stand and wait helplessly.
I can not describe the amount of pain I feel and how vulnerable I feel ...
Sunday 4th April 2021 9:41 pm
Also by shan:Sorry | I Expect You | No one knows | Without Regard | Right the Wrongs | The Pain | Breaking Point | Frustration .... | Scars | Scars | Pain | Anger | You | Feel |
Today I will not trouble myself with the world’s thoughts of me,
Today I am strong, I am a warrior,
Today I am free,
Today I am everything I was born to be,
Today I am fearless,
Today I am me.
Sunday 4th April 2021 6:25 pm
Yes, of course I could hang on to who I was yesterday
But why bother, when
Each new day
Begs me to
Sunday 4th April 2021 8:36 am
As no one wants to flush a living goldfish down the loo
If yours is looking lifeless this is what you ought to do:
Inspect its body carefully to localize the head
Then hit it with a hammer to make sure it's really dead.
Saturday 3rd April 2021 11:40 pm
"There,(In my Heart)"
I thought of death a thousand times,
So I began to dig a grave in my heart,
Peeking into it now and then,
Trying to find the best spot,
Where I can lay the burden and my head.
My friend says, "rest if you find any there",
But when they talk about down there,
All I hear about are immortal hungry worms
And the endless flowing springs of volcano...
Saturday 3rd April 2021 10:21 am
Also by Emeka Collins:"En route to Peace" |
Can the difference in our souls be overcome?
The asterism of our fates cannot so opaque.
It is ironic that what we both seek can be defined in a chronograph of sand.
You have so far to travel and yet your peace is already found
I long to tell you of the falsehood of my pretences
To unlock the anacucis of your affections to me would more beautiful than a strand of your auburn locks...
Saturday 3rd April 2021 1:37 am
Oh bless me Universe & make me a perfect picture of your art.
Make me as pure as a newborn as I was from the start.
For they left me alone afraid in the dark.
They threw in the ocean to swim with the sharks.
And they laughed as I was ripped apart.
Actuality/Reality ripped away my heart.
I hold my self accountable & it was fifty percent my fault.
And the "Angel Of Death" came to me & said...
Friday 2nd April 2021 8:21 pm
Tell me where you'll go with all your burns,
reserve smile whispering the truth,
vanishing without a trail every time as she turns,
old age burdain and transient youth.
Blue as neverending sea,
light and blue
all I ever needed,
all I've never proved,
all I ever needed,
light and blue,
blue as neverending sea.
Don't tell me why have you returned with all your burns,
visible frown as...
Friday 2nd April 2021 6:49 pm
It is an inner clone of yourself
in a different body
no matter how
etc etc etc etc
that other you is
the remainder of your life
could be unimaginably enhanced
in every single way possible
if your recognition...
Friday 2nd April 2021 6:46 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Cumulous contemplations |
They tell us;
“You are not entitled to anything.”
But, somehow we feel that’s wrong.
The birds have food,
the beasts have water;
and they can find a mate.
They tell us;
“The world is harsh,
it hands you nothing.”
But, humans seem to make it worse.
Your rules, and laws and boundaries of the mind;
enslave us to earn a dollar,
while you stand and jeer and watch.
They tell us;
Friday 2nd April 2021 5:00 pm
Also by Chris Bunton:Remember When |
You are the "feeling-home" feeling
of the smell of freshly brewed beans
in the coffee-shop, you set up in my heart
You are the peace the sunset brings
when the last strokes are painted
on the palette of the horizon
where my eyes take rest
You are the mystery in a misty morning
when the sun is sleeping in
and the fog that the sea breeze brings
takes custody of the valleys ...
Friday 2nd April 2021 8:57 am
Well, you got me again my heart don't think it's very funny.
All these years thinking you might wake up and see all the love I offer, I'm a dummy.
My faith in you outweighed everything, even my heart.
Knowing of all the heartache I would go through I made myself deaf from the very start.
The spell that made me deaf starts to fade as nine years pass.
I wouldn't change my past even ...
Friday 2nd April 2021 12:49 am
I tried to be a changed man,
so I shaved the sides of my head,
but it quickly grew back out,
now I'm drowning in pointless doubt.
Could it be what you said,
cause it haunts me when I'm in bed.
Few words on repeat,
just seem stuck in my head.
I tried to be a changed man,
but habits don't die young,
running up on empty,
ever since I left me.
And my confidence is tanking,
I just need my...
Thursday 1st April 2021 11:41 pm
How could I describe your eyes?
Big, round with long black lashes,
so warm, brown and lovely,
I can't get them off my mind.
One look at them and I feel safe,
eyes easy to remember.
I travelled many different ways,
but no such I have seen out there.
Many people know old saying:
"Eyes are the mirrior of the soul."
In that case the soul like yours
Thursday 1st April 2021 10:54 pm
As Covid rules start to be lifted,
Lives once more shall soon be shifted.
In parks and gardens we are now free
To be with people we have longed to see.
While we may meet in groups of up to six,
We are also now allowed to mix
With two households, though of any size.
For our patience this is the latest prize.
As well as this we can now play all sports,
Perhaps on the field in the courts...
Thursday 1st April 2021 6:14 pm
Heartbreaks can be heard...
In the sobs muffled in your old pillow...
In the screams of reason...
In the accusations of what was not done...
In the sights of what could have been done...
In the silence of tears streaming down the cheeks..
In the redness of the eyes which haven't slept a wink...
In the words written to explain a standpoint...
In the snarl when the explanatio...
Thursday 1st April 2021 11:24 am
So we’re back in M&S
Looking at sleepwear again.
What is it with my family
That the prospect of a hospital visit
That will strongly steer
If not determine
Whether it is life or death this time
Sends us immediately to consider
How we might appear to those who will treat us
How in the midst of uncertainty
We might exert just a scrap of control
My brother in hi...
Thursday 1st April 2021 9:46 am
Why is it thought such a fight
Living life within the light?
Purely expressed feelings actual
Emotional balance is only natural
There never was anyone else to blame
Personal responsibility to now reclaim
Life being ours to make of what we will
Thinking purely, truths, freedom until
Our future to be shaping and moulding
Parallel with our learning unfolding
The spark of...
Thursday 1st April 2021 9:36 am