Poetry Blog by Mr LEON STOLGARD
Saturday 18th November 2017 12:44 pm
from the black market sea's they come
to encircle the island sanctuary you call home
you thinking all things are comfortably above
the water line of misfortune
but have you prepared for the tsunamis of emergency?
when you might have no other discredited choice
than to allow the teeth of these payday substituting predators
to sink into and bleed you monetarily dry...
Friday 10th November 2017 7:46 pm
shit shit stinking brown shit
needs daily emittance from your rear split
you must flushit' and dump it
out of your fart trumpet
then sewage farms pump it
to keep our veg fields fertilized fit
with our poo-poo
thats what they do
I used to eat salds until I knew
now I desist of them consuming
the thought leaves me 'fuming'
that someone is subsidiarily g...
Monday 6th November 2017 11:05 am
from a high mouth
of fountainous red words
spat out with a thunderous voice
rushing skywards from great depths
to be unstoppably heard
to be unstoppably destructive
erases all its molten embrace touches
before cooling into a black crusted wasteland
for nothing but the lonely gritted wind
Saturday 4th November 2017 4:53 pm
Friday 3rd November 2017 3:21 pm
I am always more than willing
enforced solitudes courageous escapees
who without fault of their own
had been exiled
those featureless landscapes
where suffering awaits no end
where there are no roads to light
only dark directions to increasing sorrow
belonging outside hope
YES! honour them!
that they have fought tooth and nail
Saturday 28th October 2017 10:50 am
I am not jealous in any way of the embattled elderly
their youth abandoned faces
perfectly neglected targets
for the death sharpening axe edge of the wind.
But I am jealous of
the fun greedy laughing eyes
of kids that
love greeting everything
-old car tyres, muddied dogs, filthy footballs,
river bank swings a...
Thursday 19th October 2017 11:59 am
in those last fearsome unlinking moments of you from life
what did we
standing around your bed
from where and when
we were made to understand your soul would soon be departing,
seem to look like?
was it as fleeting shadowy figures do in a dream?
were our grief subdued hushed voices
comforting and soft enough
to help prepare you for the journey you had long be...
Monday 16th October 2017 7:51 pm
you're ugly because you're ugly
end of story!
no! it's not a trick of the light or
your parents fault.
Go see if a beautician can perform a miracle on you.
Have a face transplant
smash all the mirrors in your house
Oh,lot's of people are ugly so get over it
be thankful for at least being alive (even if you are scary!)
Maybe take up a monastic life of so...
Thursday 5th October 2017 8:12 pm
face down on the green baize
waiting to be shuffled
each bragger to be picks up a hand.
Someone ever so quietly hums
a sign of confidence a trick of the trade.
An air of cool confrontation
rides the rooms groundswell
sweating must be subdued
as the money pot swells in the centre
each luck pushing player
keeps pushing un...
Monday 25th September 2017 11:04 pm
so when it came time
for you and yours
to retreat from the battlefields of
and temporarily hang up your battle axe
it was off to a cave's dank interior with you
where,with only an inspirational spider weaving at the entrance
you lay observing its progress
its attempts to build and fail
its attempts to build and fail ag...
Saturday 16th September 2017 1:17 pm
here in this stunning wilderness
adventuring for the sake of health and experience
the guide takes me lakewards through the pines indian fashion
eyes to the ground ears to the wind
the first for bear poop the second for bear noise.
Plenty of pocket worthy pebbles and shells lie about on this shore
where the lapping waters repeatedly voice their age old marriage pro...
Monday 11th September 2017 7:27 pm
alternatives for the word happiness
forcibly invented by throw away people
drowning in a sea of materialism
who have long ago discarded the names of love and fellowship.
Their addictions continue to play up for more and more playthings,
Where did indisposable life go?
when did the old breed
stop leaving their...
Saturday 9th September 2017 2:00 pm
on the spray thrashing wild sea
thoughts and waves reshaping
praying for horizons to sculpt evidence
of rocky giants geologically marching
in the slowest of all motions
bathing their craggy feet
in the shallows we seek
where thanks can be given
and breaths recaptured
while watching the defeated tide going home
Friday 18th August 2017 10:20 am
between each sung line
the most contagious and widest of smiles
which,whether he meant it to or not
for me at least,outshone
the whole nights brilliance
and just before I was about to head off
and the gig finished
the vocalist indulged himself with a set up cue
upon which the stoney faced drummer was to pass him
not what the non musical would call a mouth ...
Friday 11th August 2017 8:30 am
free wood-it reads
labelled on large boxes outside 'Johnsons Timber'
there as a result of the usual procedure following the circular saw operation
for recycling purposes by others
thereby saving himself from his own accusations of waste
I remember seeing the sawdust eyebrowed Mr Johnson
face mask propped on his thin haired head like a little party hat
a neccessity I my pa...
Wednesday 9th August 2017 3:08 pm
but not just to see
and we did as he performed his six string miracles
layings of his blessings upon us of unreserved unrestricted sounds
delivered to our ears with love and sincerity
sent not from a man,a king,but from a living god!
high and mightily so above all other guitar gods.
Looking every inch the note bending genius that he was
Tuesday 8th August 2017 9:57 am
BRICK SHITHOUSE ALLURE LIES IN HER FUCK-LOOSE AND FUCK-YOU ATTITUDE
AS THEY SAY IN BITCH STREET.
A VOLATILE MIXTURE
A RED HOT MESS OF VOLANIC VENEMOUS VITRIOL
A NON-GIRLIE GIRL
NO COMPARISON TO MASS PRODUCED ZOMBIEFIED DEADHEADS
FLOPPING OFF THE CONVEYOR BELT OF MINDLESSNESS.
A PUT BACK TOGETHER AGAIN IN HER OWN WAY BUNDLE OF WARRIOR PARTS
LOUD BLOWER ...
Thursday 3rd August 2017 11:19 am
of most everyday thingymabobs and doodahs
my knowledge is reasonably secure.
I can relax a little
and concentrate on the new up and coming
surround lithe young solutions
surgical tools for the wounds of queuing disreparations
begging for life saving stitches.
But I must get my new houses in order
priorities need reshuffling
Monday 31st July 2017 9:54 am
for miniscule intervening candles
illuminating compassionate windows
within long bouts of being somewhere uknown
he is thankful.
The rare times he can laugh when recognising himself
are between the ultimate of mists
while the original fixtures of who he was in better days
are sadly retained.
A bicycle ride.
A family garthering
even these recoll...
Saturday 29th July 2017 8:20 pm
Tuesday 25th July 2017 10:21 am
the Devil asked his soul forking assistant
'have you eaten
while I've been away influencing the minds
of the laughably called leaders of the world?'
(the body count being much lower
than the usual pile and him noticing black blood
dripping off a certain servantile vile chin)
'Master' replied the cowering low ranked beast 'I thought you would have been pleased,...
Monday 24th July 2017 7:33 pm
I feel the long distance gaze of its unknown presence
attempting to trespass
walk in and sit in the lap of my mind
as if needing to make its mark on my thoughts.
No,I don't feel it is trying to carry out autopsies or apply criticisms
but it does suggest a belonging of sorts.
Won't even leave off picking at the locks of sleep
enters there derailing the fantasies I need...
Sunday 23rd July 2017 10:26 am
piercing at soul level grew fertilised by failure.
After nothing years
the words "THE STRUGGLE IS OVER" in large gold letters
delivered to the doorstep of my battles end
that I keep as heart close as I do
with the supports of those who wished me well.
No sooner recovered
I press on waking the ghost of progress up
before the dust and cobwebs of the past could set...
Saturday 22nd July 2017 2:19 pm
Imagine a modern day pied piper
looking for a pop tune to play
that will bewitch the children of the world
into leaving their parents forever.
In other words
he is searching for the elixir
at the heart of adolescence
that fuels the kids desire to run away from home
and make a name for themselves.
Imagine the flute of the player.
it shines.It is silver.Its mu...
Saturday 22nd July 2017 12:28 am
through young ears
into young souls
in equal parts
of wonder and wanting
early sounds of hepcat music
being thrashed out
on a basic combination
of catgut,brush poles
and old tea chests
filling the coffee aromatically aired
changing the folds of brows
in the following of it
with rebellious teenaged attention.
Long ago crazy b...
Thursday 20th July 2017 3:47 pm
A barely heard disturbance
in an otherwise moonlit nights
falling from resting oars
of a little shorebound boat
on a shushing slivery faced tide.
Tuesday 18th July 2017 11:25 pm
touch and go
an off and off thing
affecting my direction
changing visibilty invisible
blacking everything out.
The strong current
of my desires
being turned off.
Monday 17th July 2017 5:58 pm
I mean to smash to pieces all those false bottled dreams
that I've poured into too many inebriating glasses it so sadly seems
and pick out the truth's from among their now shattered unwanted lies
and piece together with them at last,a life I intend to be filled with all things wise.
Saturday 15th July 2017 8:55 pm
Wednesday 12th July 2017 10:56 am
She the image
of skin and boney Victoria
not one mirror would disagree.
The same kind of piggy nose
on the same kind of elfish 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
especially when he bends a b...
Tuesday 11th July 2017 2:25 pm
during my younger years in hell
I never recognized
that I was the ugliest minded
possibly most mistaken man in the world
and never until now
apologized for it.
In my inglorious days of disarray
I worked demonically hard
to earn my sins.
A fuck monster
drink and drug drowned
on a daily basis
thinking if I wanted to
I could piss on the sun
Sunday 9th July 2017 4:14 pm
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