Poetry Blog by Mr LEON STOLGARD
I look out on this white March night
stretching its freezing self across the country.
How I despair about the distance to summers deliverances
of the days I love best.
Long days that beautifully lift and bless me
with golden caresses
soul reaching tendrils
that to me are the flames I need
to make a fire
of winters cruel stories.
Saturday 3rd March 2018 4:43 pm
I thought determinedly
no more shall I contribute words
to romance, birds, or loneliness
or the breath taking displays
of sky reaching mountains.
Contented, no sooner do I sit on my laurels
than the bombardment
of brand new revelations begins
wonderfully irritated by excitement
I write and write and write
about romance, and birds, and lonelin...
Tuesday 27th February 2018 7:11 pm
She the image
of skin and bone Victoria
and not one mirror would disagree.
The same kind of piggy nose
on the same kind of elfin face.
Hair black colour copied.
Posh Spice girls eyes almost her own.
a fairly believable David.
Lean stripling of a fair-haired man
easily capable of passing for
the squeaky mouse voiced ex-M.U. player
Monday 19th February 2018 10:14 pm
It is because of
the glaringly strong pigmentations used
compared with the wishy-washy ones
weakly suggesting a background presence
that the gaudily assorted colours of the flowers
filling a brightly patterned vase
have been made
to lift themselves from the foreground
of the painting
and occupy a space
in front of the canvas
that doesn't belong to them...
Thursday 15th February 2018 5:37 pm
The reassuring moment arrives
the train crosses the border into my country
bringing home sweet home
closer sweetly closer
the fretful past few days
I'm giving to a forgetfulness
that expands by the minute.
The engine picks up speed
and I ridiculously imagine it being
as impatient as I am
to get to our destination and I smile
wanting to agree with my ridi...
Wednesday 14th February 2018 12:59 pm
I nonchalantly wade in wind waved depths
of a long grassed field
overlooking a sea pounded bay
catching my knee
on what I find to my surprise
is an extremely old headstone
followed by many more
but most having fallen down due to subsidence
from upon one leaning precariously
what could be a resident magpie
disturbed by my slow approach takes flight
leaving a ...
Tuesday 13th February 2018 4:52 pm
You dangerous road at all times
won't let my mind wander
you keep it focused by reason of
black spots and stretches in total darkness
according to council cost cuttings.
You frighten me with your zigzagging hairpin bends
you test my steering abilities
with your red and white witch hat lined roadwork chicanes
and your sign posted fatality numbers of this year
Sunday 11th February 2018 2:28 pm
of these monumental
diary-like stone crosses
telling of their ways and days
in secretive symbols
What they suggest or ask of us
cannot be passed by.
Thankfully today's minds
have the abilities to translate
into modern language such ancient meanings
and unravel the tangled links between centuries.
Thursday 8th February 2018 9:11 pm
I lower my tired feet
into the lake water
while landscape viewing.
I condense too many questions
into a few.
Will the heat of last summer
warm the mid seasons this year?
What happened to that cute little calf
I helped pull from its mother's womb?
Will I walk the same happy paths
my mother and father walked
through this life?
Wednesday 7th February 2018 10:38 am
it is his own sad persistence's
that have driven him
into a dead end of misery
but still, he refuses
to go back through that hour-glass of time
that once squeezed optimism
in to his days.
It is here and now
where is unhappily happy to stay
and despite the grievous harm
he has inflicted on his own mind
he will never want to change
the lengthy sentence of it...
Friday 2nd February 2018 10:37 am
when barbequing in a mates garden
with Budlite's and burgers
laughing and wasp swatting
his mother would scowl
through the kitchen window
at our inebriated gesticulations
gradually tiring us all out
enough to leave
that was always the time
she would appear
pushing through departing friends
to at last stake her claim
Wednesday 31st January 2018 1:40 pm
they will only see
what he permits them to
but they will believe they are seeing the real thing
if only they could look
into the mirrors of themselves
and see the damaging mockery he has inflicted
thankfully and I do mean thankfully ( BIG-TIME!)
it is they and not me who belong to him
and he, in turn, offers himself with one hand
while laughing behind the bac...
Sunday 28th January 2018 11:22 am
and still, he bleeds from the wounds
made by cutting words
tries to hide the hurt
with useless bandages.
Clings to words of his own
so as not to feel alone
needs a strong threatening name
to replace his own real milksop one.
Picks amongst the decay of old worn accusations
and loads them into his weak weapon
Thursday 25th January 2018 10:19 pm
Thursday 25th January 2018 10:27 am
I no longer feel safe.
Even the elderly and children
have to brave these jungle days
where the big wild animals ( for want of a much darker word )
we once knew as little human beings
are on the hunt
each of them having thrown their hearts away
and bloodily baptised their ferocious teeth
on the increasing misfortunes of the weak.
Dear God above!
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 12:05 pm
old art deco decorated cinema
about to face the wrecking ball
to be reincarnated no doubt
into post-modernist form
it's futuristic replacement
gleams in sci-fi silver and moonscape white
but with its newness, incomplete, no-one can presently enter
for now with a week or two to live
it's still the antiquated movie museum neighbour.
Upon my final visit,
Monday 22nd January 2018 1:24 am
on that day
when hope was falling
at the hour
when the iron lady's
stepped up each
to his elite calling
trained to dare
to protect our pride.
kept the whole world's
we heard the BOOMS!
the rapidity of fierce gunplay
by Bob and the black-clad boys
was the 'game' soon ended
Saturday 20th January 2018 10:03 am
old urges weigh heavily
almost but not quite enough
to completely sway the decision for my return
to the petty crime scene of arguments
all more or less about nothing.
Its a time and tide thing.
A new day begging me to try it out for size
a different corner waiting to be turned.
I could make excuses
in case they try to stare me down.
'Oh! I was j...
Thursday 18th January 2018 12:52 am
ragged tagged old guy
sawing away on what looks to be
a fiddle even older
scraping out a tune
that an equally scruffed up associate tap dances to
on the pavement
collection tin nearby
into which they doubtlessly hope
more silver than copper will be dropped.
Being in the midst of the crowd surging by
I am virtually jostled almost out of listening range
Tuesday 16th January 2018 12:22 pm
about ten years old
I could suckandpuffsuckandpuffsuckandpuff
my out of tune way through
# God save our gracious queen #
(without bowing of course)
and in the same inhaling and exhaling way
annoy my parents and anyone else within suffering distance
with my brass reeded rendition of
# oh can you wash your father's shirt #
( without going near the sink of course )
Sunday 14th January 2018 11:42 am
parole board do-gooders undisturbed
by the critical limelight
as the judicial system lumbers along
with all the so-called good things
they've done wrong
in contravention of OUR rights
and correct punishments
blind to the constant repetitional
red flashing warning signs
continuing to rely on empty excuses for
being caught between pathetic rocks and hard places...
Saturday 13th January 2018 10:21 am
last second hitting of the brakes
prevents multiple cow deaths
blame for which would have rested
fairly and squarely on my inattentive
and bloodied shoulders to be
and also for my unawareness of a hairpin bend
not to mention too heavy a foot on the accelerator.
In regaining composure shaking stopped
and the loud blurted F*****G H**L! shock exclamation swallowed
Friday 12th January 2018 3:02 pm
is there a worker in wood available
who isn't busy and out of timber
willing to build for me
( having a large number of fallen trees to make use of)
my very own wooden cabin
my very own wooden furniture
my very own wooden carriage
and continue with that willingness
to then dismantle all he has built for me
when I die
and recycle it by building for me
my very o...
Wednesday 10th January 2018 10:58 pm
people of our old streets have gone,
the old streets themselves have gone
those new spaces now live as one huge meadow
home to wildlife and wild flower's
untouched as yet by land snatching developers
will it stay that way or is it to be imprisoned
under the feet of a housing estate giant?
if so I'm depending on appreciative ramblers
to slip as many hacksaws of protests...
Monday 8th January 2018 10:55 am
just as I am getting in the mood
for a nice night in
she decides to go off to her sleep cemetery
her cryogenic dead zone
until the next day comes along to thaw her cold nature out
and put my patience through another endurance test
Sunday 7th January 2018 6:20 pm
Trying to be a devoted Father and secret lover
in one unfolding lifetime's too much already
I'm not prepared for the long ride although I knew the score
these difficult years must soon come to dust; Alcohol
and depression will see to that. The last door
has to stay closed to memories; abandoned
they can howl all they want to gain re-entry
my existence down at heel must be ...
Saturday 6th January 2018 11:21 am
with minds so filthily crammed,
they make Summer seem like an endless
procession of darkness
Satan like a shy choir boy
Hell, a holiday camp
in comparison to their iniquitous deeds.
Though sickened and vengeful enough
to want them hung drawn and quartered then incinerated
and their ashes scattered into a disused cesspit
I nevertheless know that the guarantee would...
Friday 5th January 2018 10:01 am
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