Poetry Blog by Mr LEON STOLGARD
in the cold light of another sad day
he looks up from the depths of his empty world.
The sky is a dream cemetery
where the dreams he failed to make real are buried.
Broken glass-like tears fill his eyes
his begging soul is on its knees.
Mercy is an unforgiving gauntlet he is continually running
confessionally seeking to unburden the weight of every secret wrong
Wednesday 17th July 2019 10:23 am
The dance hall swirlers, and whirlers,
fast figured the floor.
An additional energy seemed born from theirs
and wrapped itself like streamers around
the happily chaotic stompers and twisters.
With my two left-footed incapability to join them
I could only jealously sit gazing in green wonder
as they, to the flashing fingers of guitarists and blurring drumsticks
went on ...
Sunday 14th July 2019 11:15 am
Parole board soft soapers
belatedly crying in the aftermaths
of their ridiculously reduced sentencing mistakes
as the criminals that fooled them
with their yes sirs! no sirs! three bags full sirs!
are liberated well before their allocated jail terms should have ended
freed to immediately go and spread their thieving tentacles
spawning yet more fresh crime
Friday 12th July 2019 4:03 pm
Mostly I remember his prolific brows
his regularly, beer frothed whiskers
( frothed at my expense but what the hell )
under the worst trilby, I have ever seen
one that I would not even be seen dead in
and it makes me sad
for I too have uncared for myself
never correcting what has needed correcting
about the slipped through the net times in my life
though the le...
Wednesday 10th July 2019 4:17 pm
a childish whitewashed mockery of you
still in part remains daubed
on a back alley wall of our crumbling soon to be demolished street
but has been subjected to disfigurement
flake by falling distemper flake
strangely turning it into an abstract
I can only describe as resembling the likes of
an aciddently weatherbeaten Picasso
as if part of the face has been included
Monday 8th July 2019 1:58 pm
just before the crowd pulled out
wearing contagious smiles
meaningful or not
I began to orate an irresistible speech
which mesmerically brought them all
to a heel grinding halt
gasping at the essence of every word
until their blood almost ran cold.
To me wearing the facade of somebody worthy of listening to
they seemed in this way
to have known my intentions, bec...
Saturday 6th July 2019 10:52 am
The words BEWARE OF FAILURE!
painted in bright red and tail ended
with the all-important exclamation mark
I assumed had not lied
convicted now in abeyance
and haunted by the warning
I naively took to be as necessary
as wind, beneath my drooping wings
so young at the time
having recently heard no more than my own sobbing
on a green hill a distance from where...
Friday 5th July 2019 12:42 pm
Mornings in the privacy of his high rise cold water flat
always found him staring lengthily into the cracked shaving mirror
whose split reflections were once more to deny
any of his resemblances to youth
but the denial could not impede
his gifted habit of being able to self mockingly grin
at his facial wear and tear
not the impish grin he had displayed so long ago...
Thursday 4th July 2019 3:15 pm
I kept listening out
on that night
still warming itself on the hot day's ashes
and throughout that semi-tenebrous while
remaining favourably perched, a nightingale
illuminated by the satellitic pallidity of the moon
but instead of continuing to beautifully, uninterruptedly sing
had vocally stalled in wretched silence
an unusuality I could not make head or tail of.
Wednesday 3rd July 2019 5:40 pm
In his empire of shadows
drinking each day empty
that the dark side
of his memory repeats
does his sorry best
to keep them locked inside
the sad dungeon
of his own making
into which no light
can ever break
or any key
ever open its door.
What undiscovered love
he has also imprisoned
Tuesday 2nd July 2019 11:21 am
was it too much for you
to even hear the sound of your own echoing footsteps
running down and away
from the empty street at midnight where you live?
or, did your vulnerable listening
not want to take in another single thing
should it have included yet more bad news,
news that would always be repeating
freshly inked on the broadsheets
of communal gossip
Monday 1st July 2019 12:59 pm
Lost in her mind of somewhere other than here,
she was there
collecting into a rusted supermarket trolley, lots of somethings.
Had I not asked her what these somethings meant to her
her eyes wouldn't have sparkled into life.
Treasure! she replied.
Within the puzzlement of, an inward thought, I asked myself
She opened the palm of he...
Saturday 29th June 2019 2:38 pm
we slowed down over the exact spot
where death had left one of its blackest marks
and looking up at the famously infamous
book depository window
my eyes struggled to determine the difference
between tricks of the light
and the ghost of a world-renowned assassin
whose long-ago rifled deliveries
took November 22/63
into the more sorrier books of h...
Friday 28th June 2019 10:14 am
today's dying sun defined shapes
swallowed by the fully exploded quota of night.
How thankful they must be
for tomorrows reincarnating's of their existences
their repeated procurements of visibility
made able to marvel at themselves once more
in the clarifications of brightness
completely cured of the shadows contagiousness
these observations tempt me
Saturday 22nd June 2019 11:31 am
I can beat death to the punch whenever I choose
or go on wearing out the earth's skin
until she holds me in a clay fist.
Sometimes I think I have wasted her supportive time
in acting as the king of clowns
pretending to look as though I really knew myself
the real me I wake up as to abuse at every given chance.
During the clocks subtractions
I peck like a bedraggled ra...
Friday 21st June 2019 11:12 am
when the end begins
we all know that
it could be worse
it could be better
it makes me despair for the worst
it makes me hope for the better
these opposites are interlaced with sorrow
interlaced with peace
why I don't know
I must find out
before the end begins
Wednesday 19th June 2019 3:22 pm
seeing televised scenes of death en-masse
delivering more of itself in a few hours
than it takes sackfuls of our mail
to be delivered in a week.
Grim results of the dead
not being dealt with respectfully
not being encased
shouldered and religiously treated
before being lowered into the silent peaceful earth
but left out in the open
already having suff...
Monday 17th June 2019 2:25 pm
( simplistic poem knocked together for my she-nipper to read in class-re tomorrow )
Fathers who cried with joy seeing us come into the world
Fathers who helped our new lives unfurl
Fathers who nursed us and taught us to potty
Fathers who wiped away green nose bubbles and dripping candles drippingly snotty
Fathers who trained us to bike ride and ran alongside
Fathers who hugg...
Saturday 15th June 2019 10:56 am
in the narcotic's world,
dealers are boss
often going bloodily head to head
with their own kind.
A life not for me
watching their street corner
and alleyway open shop antics
through my car window
on a daily basis
as they continue carving
notch after financial notch
on the bark
of their unstoppably growing
money fruited trees.
their power plays...
Friday 14th June 2019 2:09 pm
too many assumptions of immortality.
Now I find his youthful form
once as graceful as any ballerina
has been dismissed from life
by microscopical rogues
that burned then iced all he was
a flamed and frozen eradication.
Exchanged browsings of his past
uncover's an exhibitionist, poser
brash and swordsman-like
with a keen blade of wit
snob, participant, in all thing...
Wednesday 12th June 2019 4:55 pm
top guy at cannibalising scrap vehicles
any age, any kind
meticulously, surgically goes about,
frankensteining parts and panels
into mad maxian, fast and furious beasts
that become famed for their zany designs
to roaringly eat up every unlimited sped mile after mile
demonic red or funereal black-only-of course!
Monday 10th June 2019 4:08 pm
As one waste of Brexit space leaves, number ten
guess who will be
the likeliest male version to arrive and take her place?
ME!!!!! ( thanks to my Yankee-doodle-dandy Uncle Donald )
Wednesday 5th June 2019 12:17 pm
I look at her across the dance hall
and dream ( burning with desire )
that she would be standing right next to me
asking that I perform an impossible something
something ridiculously pointless
like pulling the Moon out of my pocket
or swimming around this huge room in mid-air
or recalling a day that hasn't arrived yet.
( still dreaming )
I'm imploring her to go...
Tuesday 4th June 2019 11:36 am
are two too many
in this madhouse
of a city.
Dawn rises up
on this heaving
my desire to leave
rises even higher.
Manic rushings about
smart-phone doped people
rivers of cars
cycling and motorbike couriers
bullying and battling
Walking in Oxfor...
Sunday 2nd June 2019 11:20 am
Bronze African Zulu
Large Nymph carved out of
what must have been a very big wood block.
Victorian Jewellery riddled with life stories
all displayed on a gargantuan farmhouse cleared Table
and your reflection and my reflection
in a circular ornate edged mirror
with the backdrop of a modern world behind us both
turning its technological nose up
at the archaic articles...
Friday 31st May 2019 12:04 pm
He has been disowned
by what used to be his reliance
a need for wild open spaces he now wants
more than he ever did before.
Once, they welcomed him
once, they provided familiar necessary treasures,
a connection to natures many offerings
importantly creating a separate kind of happiness
but her death changes all of them.
No more s...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 1:50 pm
Sea, glass calm in sunlight
inviting enough to be knee height waded in.
A white flurry of curious gulls come enquiring about my presence
perhaps expecting a hand-out
from an animal loving hand
or chances to steal dead fish
from a carelessly left open basket
until the realising of no such luck
sends them wheeling away into the distance
resembling a handful of wi...
Monday 1st April 2019 9:39 pm
they begin their wicked cackling get together
each, helping to stir
the cauldron of local gossip
the misfortune of others in it
to which they add
their own vitriolic potions
Sunday 31st March 2019 11:05 pm
wasting in the tired Autumn Grass
no apple pies this year.
You, alongside, zimmer frame assisted
almost skin only
hanging, on aching, frustrating bones.
You sought my 'still fairly supportive for my age' shoulder
your claw-like fingers eventually
finding the nape of my neck
like the ones we shared long ago
with just a knowing ...
Saturday 30th March 2019 9:10 pm
While they are waiting for God in numbered wards
she goes about her compassionate duty
guardian, angel, in human disguise
wearing a nurses uniform
more than occasionally
placing a warm-hearted hand
in another soon to be the coldest
it has ever been
despite their soft padding noise's
her footsteps are easily detected
and so well known
along these hospice c...
Friday 29th March 2019 6:34 pm
Standing on the shore
I reluctantly give you
to the invisible slipway of turbulent air
a white dust cloud, ashen ghost
highering into view
wind dancing out to sea.
A new voyaging spirit
freed to seek
the oldest of homes.
Friday 22nd March 2019 3:24 pm
watery stair rods
virtually owning the outdoors
continuing their ways to riddance and return
with the noise of miseries translation
with the ruination of dry weekend plans
oh! the uncertainty!
such a deluge!
has something so sad
happened in heaven that the sky cannot stop crying?
God hasn't died has he!?...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 1:50 pm
avidly searching the new
spiritually, humanely concerned
with the luminous instances of reality
her determinations about worthy tasks
and her energised openness to nature
remembering our shared past
with her love, wit and bouts of exasperation
she wonderfully put us through
but above all
how she taught u...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:01 pm
Arriving, palette's stacked high
with our Amazon wants
our mostly unnecessary necessaries
in juggernauts to the greeding places
where appetites for more and more have lost control
Once weaned on its addiction
the drug of materialism
becomes the enemy within those
who fear being without.
Boy! have the Jones family got a lot to answer for!
Wednesday 13th March 2019 3:18 pm