Poetry Blog by Isobel
on Happy Returns (Tue, 15 Oct 2019 10:10 am)
Hi Folks - the closing date for 52 Hertz entries is today. You can still enter if you tag your poem with 52 Hertz, as it will be picked up by the link I give you to all the entries. The longer you leave it though, the less opportunity you will be giving people to read and vote on your work.
I've been delighted by the number and quality of the poetry submitted - and blown away by the diff...
Sunday 30th June 2013 11:17 am
Just a reminder to folk that the 52 Hertz WOL comp is still running until the end of this month. We are writing to the theme of alienation/loneliness/isolation. My penultimate blog explains a little better the marine inspiration for this :)
I've attached a new piece of music - perhaps that will inspire more poems than the last one. So far, we aren't awash with bottles, but let's see how ...
Friday 7th June 2013 7:36 pm
Hi Folks. Does anyone fancy having a go at a new WOL competition?
I'm posting a link to a newspaper article that explains the theme. Basically, think loneliness, isolation, alienation. I'm sure some of us may already have drawers bursting at the seams with poems written on the subject, but if not, you can always put pen to paper or finger to key...
In case you find the whole subje...
Friday 10th May 2013 5:28 pm
How could a name be prettier?
You’re up there with the Chardonnays
Bianca, Sharon, Mel and Jade
Once kiss from you my lips enflame
To pass you by it causes pain
you burn your name into my hide
you penetrate me deep inside
one look from me into your eyes
and I’m left barren, sterilised…
No name on earth i...
Sunday 2nd October 2011 9:24 pm
Of all the joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks onto mine…
He read me like a Mills & Boon
thought he knew my heart’s desire
swept me off my corny feet
set curled up toes on fire
For him podiatry was challenge
experimental, avant guarde
hammered toes blown fast and hard
He innovated long and often...
Saturday 25th June 2011 1:31 pm
Since everyone seemed to enjoy the Escape themed poetry competition, I thought I’d introduce a new theme pretty quickly before the holiday season begins - I hope you like it. I wanted something totally different that opened us all up to lighter poetry. The competition will run till 6thJuly with votes to me by 10thJuly. I wasn’t proposing to put up any prize money. I don’t think people are m...
Monday 6th June 2011 9:21 pm
There are no young at the Yeung Sing hotel,
only those who grew old, singing for their supper,
or was it breakfast? For night turns to day, turns to night,
waiting to break fast, to break bread, to break owt
of the Yeung Sing Hotel where the hands of the clock stand still
like the ends of the arms of the chef who mans the grill.
Daylight saving seems a concept made in h...
Saturday 2nd April 2011 2:18 pm
My daughter revises chemistry,
with a little help from brother.
(our family expert on such things)
whilst I listen on,
baffled by the formulas and names
the purpose of it all,
like a freshwater fish
all at sea with the brine
I need to be heard,
to matter amongst the matter,
add weight to the atoms of this foreign world.
‘What is the stuff of life?’ I ...
Friday 1st April 2011 2:52 pm
You send me back my wedding dress
20 years too late…
wrapped not in finest tissue
confetti tumbling from its folds
nor draped across a lover’s arms
regret pressed to every empty seam
not folded at all
but jammed like stinking gym shorts
into this case, too small
obligatory bow adrift
sad reminder of all that was.
Wednesday 2nd March 2011 9:00 pm
I’m not quite sure
when it was I disappeared
the precise moment, minute, hour
I only know that one day
I ceased to exist
Nobody told me so,
the milkman still knocked,
neighbours still smiled,
kettles still boiled,
and children still cried,
but somewhere, somehow
someone flicked a switch
Sunday 9th January 2011 3:38 pm
If you enjoyed the poem, you may like to listen to the song, recorded with my 2 lovely sisters and one niece.
Merry Christmas everybody! xxxx
Tuesday 14th December 2010 7:58 pm
beyond the grey
there is yellow
or so I’m told…
A circle, a closed loop
a hoop, a disk, a ring
a very precious thing,
the most common non polygon,
metaphysically and righteously speaking
'Gone, Gone, Gone, Go-o-o-one…'
This ball of molten gas and fire,
I think it’s called a sun
yes a sun, a sun it is,
I know it’s there
cos I re...
Wednesday 27th October 2010 3:47 pm
Where do we begin, indeed? Pandora’s Box surpassed our wildest expectations, providing all with a selection of thoroughly entertaining poetry. Opened on May18th with an inauspicious walk down Gropecuntelane, the box closed on May 30th, shut tightly by the hand of Epimetheus himself! Between those dates 26 of our finest poets pitched in to thrill, enthral, amuse, bewitch us all, each with thei...
Tuesday 1st June 2010 8:53 am
Well - I asked for more filth and you let me have it….
Not sure if it was St Valentine, Cupid, or the sub zero temperatures – but something saw us all turning up the heat for February… Indeed, overtly sexual poetry rained down on us faster than the average storm cloud bursting over Manchester…
In Vanilla Sex, Cynthia Buell-Thomas avidly urged us to ‘come dine on her’. A bold and ...
Saturday 6th March 2010 3:35 pm
Romeo Romeo - where for art thou Romeo?
Speak that I should hear your voice, rejoice
that deafened ear should hear you call my name…
The quality of love is not defined,
yet trippeth from the tongue with gentle ease,
to each and every one of us a meaning
as fickle as the feather on a breeze
Speak not to me, I pray, of star crossed lovers...
Thursday 11th February 2010 2:19 pm
‘What’s it all about - Alfie?
Is it just for the moment we live?’
What’s it all about?
That it’s all in a piece of bread
The breaking of and the partaking of
Transubstantiation is a very long word
Can you spell it?
And I’d so love to join them
But bless me, I can’t
Born agains know
As they jump in and out of water
Praising the lord and trying oh so ha...
Tuesday 17th November 2009 1:13 pm
Plane touches tarmac in Manchester
Heart bumps, bumps again
Grey skies and drizzle without
Dry, cracked and broken within
With just the chink of light
Jet lagged and travel sick
Shell shocked and battle worn
Choked on wasted, recycled breath
Overwhelmed by cold refreshing air
Numbed, stunned, automated
A seat, a number, a boarding card
Saturday 14th November 2009 6:21 pm
(Upon the I in poetry)
You’re cramping my style
You pen poised
You’re cramping it, clamping
Stamp stamp stamping it
You’re a cancer canker in my brain
You’re a pain
In my arse
That I’ll eat for your pleasure
In great measure
If it gets you off my back
Track from the lack, lack, lack
Of it, you, one…
Roll up, roll up
Take a look
At the pathetic
Saturday 18th July 2009 11:33 am