Poetry Blog by Mr LEON STOLGARD
On ordinary A4
a notification in the newsagent's window
BUDDING POETS WANTED
followed by lower case lettered brief contact info-
Poetry club meetings
( behind Tescos )
The colourless flyer almost hidden,
by others more eye-catching
but just about manages to catch mine
on this dark cloudy day to work.
Why does this simple ad...
Wednesday 11th September 2019 12:57 pm
Leaning towards the target
a granddad type shakily handed
launches his arrows through blue exhaled clouds
missies, curses, steps aside
downs another Guinness mouthful
while keeping a baggy eye on the board.
Victoriously piercing the dead centre
his young opponent creates a swell of triumphant roars
around the vault.
Fifty years of age and clothes style differen...
Tuesday 10th September 2019 2:32 pm
More and more of their pig ignorants
are being born by the second
' Mr and Mrs Fuckyouwhoeveryouarewhateveryourproblem '
Their oinking soulless brats get everywhere!
opening doors for no one but themselves
intolerant down in the mouths
happily wallowing in sties of unhelpfulness
grinning, grinning at the sight of those fighting to survive.
So, take care, Mr and ...
Friday 6th September 2019 3:33 pm
after whose very first circulating
the tree screams
just like any other attacked living treasure
a scream only the caring can hear with their hearts
reverberating from the exposed stump centre
rippling out across the pool of annular rings
a decapitating loss
of tree blood, tree tears, tree life
murdered Amazonian giant
killed on demand
Thursday 5th September 2019 12:08 pm
Her belongings and my happiness removed.
Loneliness will be here soon to take her place.
Photo albums and home videos will have a very long wait in the attic.
My soul wintering, in a house ravaged by echoes of the past.
Upstairs, a room I cannot go on crying in
or make my mind replay those intimate moments we shared within its walls
I cannot allow them to offset my recovery...
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 11:41 am
Coming to a finishing line
we have never crossed before
unfaltering our E.U. membership cards returned
U.K.'s leaving is forever
any chance of resurrection dead
never again shall Great Britain's sovereignty be
by common markets interventions bled
we'll go on wanton repairing past and forthcoming problems
standing alone once more on this white cliffed pr...
Monday 2nd September 2019 2:36 pm
After having the best sleep
I have ever had on my
' ORGANIC LAVENDAR SPRAYED ' pillow
I hear my
' CLEVER CORDLESS PLUG-IN ALARM CLOCK '
into which I have been able to pre-record my own voice
shouting get up you lazy bastard!
which means it is time for me to step into my
' SHOWER SHOES '
and give my body the once over, using my
' EASY REACH BODY BRUSH '
Sunday 1st September 2019 11:47 am
wet rag whirls the dirt filmed glass
improving suns entry
quickening the rooms warmth
rousing drowsy horizontal bed loving me
into happier spirited verticality
my head, day plans filling
time is empty boxes
I must chockablock with communal usefulness.
Hurriedly dressed and annihilating breakfast
in a flash of minutes
I am four-wheeling awa...
Saturday 31st August 2019 11:56 am
I hope in time you can let them completely repair the damage
be the Mother and Father you deserved
who will close the doors on all your fears
fill your sleep with toyshop dreams
dry the tear-filled eyes of your soul
with the velveted absorbancy of love
help you disremember cruelty
clown and lullaby your way back
to laughter and peace
with their genuine...
Friday 30th August 2019 9:19 pm
Smashed the hourglass
making most of a smile
as sand scattered
no more of their tick-tock pourings.
One retained golden grain
between finger and thumb
a microsecond in granulated form
a made useless captive
its tiny accounting participation disabled
a weak but so what and fuck you Mr Tyrant symbolical gesture.
Thursday 29th August 2019 10:22 am
Rind, nuts, coconut shell
seeds from palms of hands
be support for us, sustain.
Plume garbed we sky toil, display actions
needless of having to beggar delight or awesomeness
we will do and be soul done to.
A harvest of thrills bred
of the beauty we bleed
Wednesday 28th August 2019 6:20 pm
We are two selves in one mind
should we be put in a freakshow
with those of our own kind,
Mother Natures brain sharing oddities
that she, the cruel bitch brought into this life of sorts?
who goes on and on demanding that we exchange places
inside our head without warning
left to contend with twinned agonies.
If only we had been made apar...
Monday 26th August 2019 1:24 pm
As to the battle's insisted upon
by the bloodthirsty
but with the enforcer's weapon
placed against foreheads-impossible?
fulfilling their murderously disguised duties
has to be
staining the soul? staining the earth?
no need to worry on that score say the hierarchies
Arguments on behalf of peace are always sidelined
the mass killings of and by t...
Saturday 24th August 2019 9:22 am
When sleet peppers my window
it makes me wonder if Winter itself is actually trying to get inside
escape its own freezing blitzkrieg
and dodge those little snow bombs softly hitting the glass
I put my face closer to the pane and see
the usual blackbird perched in the refuge of a holly bush
showing off its bravery
courageously, beautifully tuning its voice into defian...
Saturday 24th August 2019 12:27 am
Always booze smell on my breath, me,
the king of thirst
swimming in a lake of alcohol, preferring to drown
in its inebriating depths
constantly pissed and money scraping for every round
when I should have been both teetotally cleaned
and financially better off
have followed your healthy advice
stayed pub clear, not let myself go bar crawling
becoming an all-time member o...
Friday 23rd August 2019 1:30 pm
The departed can't frolic in this light
though those on the extreme edge of life
sometimes do try the last waltz with hope
or the condemned man attempts a final jig of defiance
on his way to the gallows
as the last heartbeat, he has left, is slowly
strangled into silence
a cold ending chance for handkerchiefs
to dry the eyes of their beloved, they,
Thursday 22nd August 2019 9:54 am
The past long time nailed down routines of weather
once ago settled seasonal queues
one after another arriving sooner or later than usual
some even appearing together unexpectedly now and again
we are witnessing an elemental civil war are we not?
Wednesday 21st August 2019 6:43 pm
......I have an impertinent question to ask their ' Royal ' ( ha!) ' Majesties ' ( ha! again )
Ma'am ( ha! ) will you be getting that well-used whitewash brush of yours out yet again ( Diana, hmmm? ) and will ' Prince ' ( ha! ) haha'ing 'ardfaced Andrew be supplying the whitewash? give me a fucking break! no doubt I will be watching you and the other public money abusers walk away from thi...
Tuesday 20th August 2019 11:41 am
Today, I am an unanswerable question
a dwelling with no real inhabitation to offer
a sour apple that refuses to be picked
from the tree of myself
and the worlds too full of emptiness
I'm rich with newly minted problems
that cannot be spent
a blank signpost
a room heavily dosed with shadows.
I'm riding in a vehicle t...
Monday 19th August 2019 1:54 pm
Samaritan minded volunteers
stockpiling in the wherever's
heart and soul provided provisions
for the life shadowed
the many struggling of today's society
who would prefer to be someone else
further up the food chain of life
not chained to the lower levels by circumstance.
I'm a hoper, that their lives reparations
will begin here.
Food the main factor, but not the only...
Saturday 17th August 2019 11:23 pm
Gigantically towering grey-faced giver of itself
to many a roof,
open-air cathedrals of hard labour,
choicelessly enforced small wage-earning congregations
slog it out, men, exploding, hacking, chiselling, splitting, trimming,
making beautiful in so many other ways too.
Did I mention those injured and dying in the process?
look again, look again at the old roofs and rem...
Friday 16th August 2019 7:51 pm
Waste of space Mr Johnson
your hopes to win were born dead
so why do you go on butting brexit walls
with your empty straw-covered head?
Can't you see the E.U. is determined to
offer only NO DEAL!
because of you, Britain could become
one huge food banking nation
it's trading life blood's congeal
Though we did not run rabbit run from Adolfs, swastika'd threats...
Wednesday 14th August 2019 8:55 pm
Darkly, completely entombed
another bout with unreleasing sleeplessness.
Having to restart the game of explaining myself to myself
futile hopes and wishes adding their interventions
obstinate envisaged sheep refusing to jump the subconscious stiles
but timely comforting paned rain music comes to my aid
begins encouraging a send-off
with its pitter-pattering lullaby...
Sunday 11th August 2019 2:41 pm
Her betrayal I wasn't prepared for,
an out of nowhere strike to my heart
a sudden dam bursting unstoppable river of lies
instantly drowning all I thought true
forced to submerge beneath the surface of deceit
to our loves repressiveness
I cannot afford any more Lazarus chances.
Saturday 10th August 2019 4:39 pm
The, me! me! me! and want! want! want! people
have broken into the Earths Supermarket
and are ransacking its shelves of the next generations worldly ' GOODS '
nothing but fucking life robbers
ripping up the paths we need to lead us to a better future
that they, those MF's use to landscape their NOW gardens
hope in this planet's account is being thievingly withdrawn
Thursday 8th August 2019 3:48 pm
Unsure, my trust dawdles
the chances of any belief swirls, swishes,
like leaves caught in a whirlwind of confusion
I am hearing only partial declarations of honest worth, while,
the remaining helix of her true inner self is still cloaked.
Do I gamble on affirmations or distrust?
yes and no answer simultaneously.
And yet, her convincing expressions go on and on d...
Wednesday 7th August 2019 12:02 pm
as if bad weather
I am closed out from interiors
of bitterly fought family disputations
hatefully, unreasonably ingrained words
fierily uplifted to the surface of accusatory repeats
while I remain tranquilised with calmness, love and peace
not one-sided or the other
recognising as always old usages
of the same old finger-pointing, exercises.
Monday 5th August 2019 1:40 pm
only the top-shelfer's get to lead a caviar lifestyle
while the likes of me and kid bro'
only had weeks old lard
to scrape off the fly dance floor
of a battered frying pan
to dress a stale crust or two most days
we had no rationing war to blame
no home loving parents at hand if ever
to cast our aspersions on
and the last of the worth small money things
Thursday 1st August 2019 7:44 pm
Like most pleasures
drinking alcohol is only nice they say
when downed in moderation.
I've floored reservoirs enough of the damned stuff
troubled too many emergency services too many times
seen the death list of friends rise and rise.
A typical friday night and across the road
they are lifting the palatic off the pavements
while I am vomiting in the ba...
Wednesday 31st July 2019 3:48 pm
I try to find you using
I swear are there sounds of your footsteps
still, echo breaking the silence of corridors
and sesame opened newly discovered chambers
there are recesses to be explored
investigations of the be-all or nothing of you
behind half-closed doors
stairways to ascend and up again
into attic lands of cobwebbed residences of spiders
and their ...
Tuesday 30th July 2019 10:16 am
waking up yet AGAIN
in a not as happy as a pig in shit, mood
in fact, feeling like the shit itself
my lock on life continues to rust
how I ache against not having to go down with any ship whatsoever
being made to lie there till bone bleached
on the sea bed of misery
never to be dredged by happiness
surface above closing
a tear-like barrier between my mind
and any chan...
Monday 29th July 2019 2:58 pm
I try to exist on a hundred, monthly
after bill paying, grow my own veg
depending on how kind the weather is.
Ciggies? no way! booze? you must be joking!
anything of any worth burgled long time ago
that in empty'ish nutshell is my tale.
Blighty! oh, my Blighty!
aren't you bothered if Elizabeths past defenders
down and out Tommies are left to scrimp and scr...
Saturday 27th July 2019 8:04 pm
pointed out instructively
not to turn-that-corner
a usual habit
I was being strongly advised to break
lest once around it again
I would have condoned
the increase in boring repetition. How strange a request!
Yet, all this they said, so,
following their all too convincing suggestions
went the long way
side-walked with haunted house figures way
Friday 26th July 2019 1:20 pm
in my early teens
I began playing the role of King Trouble.
To play safe was for children.
I would also cast myself as nutter, boozer, bastard, MF, outcast,
all unsociably rolled into one.
There were others, mates, like me
elbowing our ways through every day, ignorances best customers
proud of our fuck you motto, shit brained dead-heads
of whom onlookers, pas...
Monday 22nd July 2019 1:01 pm
back from war
after too many, a year
soldier puts his heart next to hers
but would it be recognised
would all of its violent echoes within
damage her acceptance?
On this liberated day
peace and understanding
have set up their stalls
he has already paid the price
for most of their wares
all he can hope for now
is that she will make a ...
Sunday 21st July 2019 10:37 am
it is now
and we are exchanging multi-faceted memories
most about our shared but unequal childhoods
involving my having been parentally disregarded out of hand
on your behalf
as if I had been some wolfish leader of an urchin pack
you were not allowed to join
( though having missed out on the hunts for fun none for human prey )
you were never Man Friday to my Robinson C...
Thursday 18th July 2019 10:09 pm
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