Poetry Blog by Joyti
I am not hiding though I use a different name,
I am not hiding, my belief is still the same.
Would you like my address and number,
my registration to be sure?
192.com will buy you even more.
You could strike me like a drone,
by not ever leaving home.
Or could we come together to experiment with truth,
to dispossess the theives
of what they hold as proof?...
Wednesday 18th July 2018 9:23 am
Sunday 8th July 2018 9:10 pm
TRANSITION AIN'T TRANSMISSION
Tuesday 12th December 2017 1:34 am
The sea drank the stars and belched out whales which propelled themselves into earths orbit to swim in deeper darker oceans than had ever existed.
Out there in the folded time of space beyond our tiny minds are gods who’ve lost all faith and hope, praying to their creations to rescue them.
And men withdraw to smaller spaces in search of meaning, tearing the pages from books and ren...
Thursday 9th November 2017 11:02 pm
I’m only young
and am not very good at adding up
but I know how to take away
and what it is
and what it means
Maths is in the afternoon
I’m very hungry then
my gut is small and tight
my concentration gets rumbled
My brain is not yet developed
but my memory is really sharp
I will need that in future
I’ll remember my mums tears
First they took th...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:38 pm
there is a constellation that spells gods name
its inverted in a blind cornea
like looking in a mirror
inside out and upside down
the furthest thing from the Sun
the maximum space between razor blade and face
there is a sea-horse with a bar-code on its tiny wings
it hasn't been discovered yet
it will prove the existence of him one day
but for n...
Friday 12th May 2017 10:30 pm
Three Saviour’s meet in a bar,
escaping the multitudes of disciples harassing them
they order drinks.
Leaving disheveled and worse the wear
each is arrested for urinating in the street.
Samples are duly collected,
primarily because these important figures are of public interest,
and justice must be seen to be done.
A miracle is declared a...
Tuesday 18th April 2017 1:35 pm
safe in his androgynous Brighton mews,
had a humorous idea
his punchline was the Jews.
He made fifteen million dollars
by being an utter twat,
adored by sheepish followers
can you imaging that?
I’d take his unbent nose
and melting pot mentality,
I’d break his fucking toes
until he surrendered to reality.
I’d rub his stupid face
Wednesday 15th February 2017 10:38 pm
A guy walked in the room
a poet of sorts
The Pope of words
A wealth of life experience
his library card well marked,
travelled worldly kingdoms
but never quite embarked.
I hit him with a chair
which provoked in him a stammer,
now his poems are much better
though he struggles with the grammar.
Wednesday 16th November 2016 12:12 pm
we come disgorging waste
our loves, our past
our lack of taste.
Categorised and clear defined,
they’ll take it all,
to ease our mind.
Cast off all clawing memories
that chain us now,
but once did please.
a treasured toy
that once did give
As evening falls
and gates are closed,
the bins are empti...
Tuesday 4th October 2016 3:36 pm
Thursday 12th May 2016 8:14 pm
Wednesday 27th April 2016 6:03 pm
Monday 25th April 2016 12:26 am
An Arab spring quelled
a sun obscured by uncapped wells
no castles in sand
Saturday 23rd April 2016 9:27 pm
Anti freeze dispersing
the engines pistons pump with ease
colder falls the snow
Saturday 23rd April 2016 9:08 am
Corn fields harvest high
Robert Johnson no Devils
The Blues never born
Friday 22nd April 2016 7:10 pm
Sistine chapel blocks sun
and sets the world renewed afire
Friday 22nd April 2016 6:53 am
Thursday 21st April 2016 3:12 pm
Thursday 21st April 2016 9:20 am
Wednesday 20th April 2016 3:37 pm
Cold rises through flesh
heroine warms trembling grip
dragons await fire
Wednesday 20th April 2016 5:12 am
Tuesday 19th April 2016 4:53 am
Fog reflects walkers
in mist they approach themselves
weather forecast dull
Monday 18th April 2016 6:36 am
Sunday 17th April 2016 10:12 am
be it dull
to angels harp.
Chords may jar
as often not,
to profess or hide
the tellers lot.
From out or in
and source unknown,
hearts and minds
have masters grown,
and through their tortured pens
Nothing yet, we do not know.
Wednesday 3rd February 2016 12:36 pm
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