Poetry Blog by Linda Cosgriff
Big Sal on Half-Asleep (Tue, 20 Nov 2018 10:57 pm)
Big Sal on Food Banks Are Bad (Wed, 8 Aug 2018 03:42 pm)
I’m grumpy: my boy
says I’m menopausal;
I think he’s the causal.
Monday 28th January 2019 2:30 pm
The street light casts a shadow on the bedroom wall through
partly opened curtains and for a moment I see Adolf Hitler
in silhouette and I know it’s my imagination but the truth is, hate
in an orange face scares me.
Monday 25th June 2018 9:21 am
Zimbabwe, November 2017
I'm not a fan of coups
But if this one ousts Mugabe
Monday 20th November 2017 8:55 am
What We Do
Writers write and painters paint but artists don’t art
and musicians don’t mu.
Bikers bike and drivers drive, blimps go limp
but coupes don’t coup.
Coiffeurs coif, hairdressers dress hair,
but nail techs don’t nail techs (or perhaps they do).
Fighters fight, professors at times profess
but hatters don’t hat and surgeons don’t surge.
If you w...
Saturday 14th October 2017 2:53 pm
Martin Thinks I’m Catholic
With thanks to Andy N, for suggesting it
My father adored me. He cuddled me in his arms
after my birth and said, Doesn’t she look intelligent, love?
My mother believed I wasted that intelligence raising babies.
I was relieved disappointment had no place in her grateful sigh,
as I arrived at the hospital in time to watch her die.
My brothers consider me...
Wednesday 14th June 2017 10:12 am
Sometimes, there are no words. Yet all I have is words.
I Looked At Evil
I looked at Evil: it wore a suicide vest
My cause is just, it claimed
your murdered children my price
Kill me, and a thousand martyrs fall in behind
You cannot kill me, it smiled
for I am dead by a tug of this cord
You cannot kill me, Evil declared
You cannot buy me off
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 10:37 am
Given what's happening in America right now, I suspect it won't be long before the First Amendment begins fighting for its life.
With that in mind, I thought I'd share my most successful poem to date, though it's hardly a poem at all.
It is based on my experience of living in South Africa during Apartheid.
In The Tradition Of The Star
This poem is censored.
I cannot mentio...
Friday 17th March 2017 1:08 pm
I don't often post on this poetry blog but I feel so strongly about this subject, I had to share it.
Dear Donald Trump
Dear Donald Trump, the thought of you as the next Leader
of the Free World makes me want to hurl.
Has America lost her mind
to even consider a racist, sexist buffoon
who hasn’t the sense to spend a sliver of his tax-free billions
on decent hair...
Friday 14th October 2016 11:40 am
Wednesday 5th November 2014 11:11 am
Some Advice From Edwina Currie, Former MP
Don’t give thanks
for local food banks
the emotionally needy
the tattooed dog owners
Friday 7th February 2014 10:16 pm
...in the Red Cross poetry comp. My poem will appear in their pamphlet, one of twelve. Great news on my birthday :)
Friday 30th September 2011 2:41 pm
On Thursday I gave my first solo recital. You can read all about it here: http://thelaughinghousewife.wordpress.com/2011/06/24/newsflash-riot-at-poetry-gig/#comment-11735
It's thanks to Write Out Loud: when I asked the woman who invited me how she had heard of me, she said, 'The poet's website'. This is the only poet's website I'm on.
It was a great experience, but no...
Saturday 25th June 2011 9:02 pm
Heeding The Call
It started out as a feeling
which then grew into a hope:
the guy at the end of the email
threw me a virtual rope.
I took my car to meet him;
we walked the slippery slope
of internet suicide websites.
Living was out of our scope.
This was inspired by Carry on Tuesday's latest prompt and the recent suicides of a pair of strangers. Critiques welcome.
Monday 27th September 2010 11:23 am