Poetry Blog by poemagraphic
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Morning light came up on the shadows of souls
Down lonely dark roads littered with toads
That rained down from the sky, like a biblical plague
To drown out the sorrows’ and errors they’d made
And the rivers like blood, ran deep and dark
As the righteousness stood by, and the mad dogs barked
A fowl stench filled the air… it was one of pure dread
Of countless men...
Monday 18th February 2019 4:21 pm
Resting By The Fireside. Ch. 2 (Page 8)
Leaving the wood behind us,
our journey now well underway
It is time to rest before slumber,
for tomorrows another busy day.
We’ll dance and sang and read poetry
fill our bellies, drink wine and fine beer
As we gather around the blazing fireside
Safe and warmed from the cold night air
To think, ju...
Friday 15th February 2019 9:48 am
You know I could just keep on writing,
but really what’s the point?
With the hundreds of poems I’ve written
What’s one more to disappoint.
After all, most, have not been seen yet
And probably never will be, at this rate
So why am I still writing
And myself continually berate
Is it for the accolade?
Hardly, when I look.
I’m never goi...
Thursday 14th February 2019 12:20 pm
A tear slowly seeps from beneath my mask
That concealed the truth… Why? You asked
Emotions rapidly streaming, from so deep inside
Become a raging torrent, I can no longer hide
As my teardrops burst from a broken dam
That can no longer hold back, just who I am.
It was so easy to hide away from the truth
Whilst it’s kept at bay, from all those who sleuth
Wednesday 13th February 2019 9:07 am
The music box
As I am reading I am watching this old music box, I have just gently lifted the lid
The ballerina is turning, the music is playing, however the clockwork mechanism is loudly clanking and the ballerina is crying tears of blood.
On the inside of the lid is a mirror that shows an entirely different image from the one you would expect. It is Sal’s poem unfolding… the b...
Tuesday 12th February 2019 12:17 pm
In that hypo’s long, sharp, silver, needle
The fentanyl curse left me feeble
With dragons coursing through my veins
Oxygen depleted starving brain
Just an empty husk, and to my shame
Nought of me... Just death remains.
Monday 11th February 2019 1:43 pm
The Digital Dunce
This is a tale about a digital dunce, who obeys without question, I too was one once.
It’s hard to see the curve is so smooth, and the journey quite slow, unlike the pace that you move
From a freeman to slave, bound in ball and chain... until none of the former even remains
Let’s take a look at the letter s on this page... its good place to start, for your b...
Saturday 9th February 2019 7:25 am
Po’s prose prologue
The Underwood Chapter 2 ‘The ascent to the Summit’ (Page 7)
So, page 6 found us on the edge of ‘Underwood’, at the treeline with the wood behind us, and the vista of a majestic mountain laying ahead of us.
Here we find ourselves at an old log cabin. This will be our base camp, where we will rest and prepare for our long journey ahead to… ‘The Temple on the Mou...
Friday 8th February 2019 5:11 pm
Running up Moonbeams
Between life and death is a magical space
Where dreams are born, for you to chase
Some begin early and are dashed too soon
Others elusive, like the beams of the moon
Every once in a while as your path you traverse
From swaddled in a cot, to laid out in a hearse
Two souls will converge in a blending of time
As two become one, and in silent mime...
Thursday 7th February 2019 5:15 pm
The Sword of ‘Damocles’
This is the fable of an ancient king
Who decides for a day his friend he would bring
To swop places in his palace and experience his life
All of his joys… and all of his strife!
His friend only seeing mass opulence
The Kings life full of joy, and magnificence
So dressed in fine robes a banquet was set
The friend sat for his meal unaware ...
Tuesday 5th February 2019 6:15 pm
The wood of enchanted contentment
The frost carpets the meadow, Lark’s song in the air
The fresh smell of the season, the winter draws near
Holly laden with red berries, a good winters store
‘Hedgehog’ is asleep, on the warm woodland floor
‘Old Oak’ has provided a blanket of leaves that cover
As our prickly friend burrows, the leaves softly smother
‘Wise Owl’ keeps a...
Monday 4th February 2019 5:26 pm
Millstone of malaise
Discarded like a bit of fluff, in your belly button
Me soft as a lamb, you tough as old mutton
Standing in the vacuum, of your vacant gaze
Like I’m carrying an invisible millstone of malaise.
Sunday 3rd February 2019 8:48 am
Beyond the neon sign
The blind man saw with his heart so pure
what was blind to the sighted, so obscured
The razzle dazzle of our world so bright
Hides the truth from us all, in its blinding light
Saturday 2nd February 2019 8:59 am
If I knew, what anger was, it might look a bit like this…
I spend all day and half the night, trying to make stuff rhyme
Pondering over random words, then arrange them in a line
Hoping in some abstract sense, non-figurative stuff I figure
That will when read by others, engender comments that it triggers
Call me an old fuddy-duddy, a fossil , calcified in time
A dinosaur, a Dodo bird, or so...
Saturday 26th January 2019 12:03 pm
The UNDERWOOD Page 5 (A poem within a poem)
Message in a bottle
A poem within a poem, is written.
Which in ‘Underwood’, is strictly most forbidden
And yet,… One washes up upon the shore
Opening up ethereal worlds, though yet another door
Within this glass bottle, flung in the sea afar
lay more arcane mysteries, this door in now ajar
~ ~ ~ ...
Friday 25th January 2019 7:37 am
The UNDERWOOD Page 4
This next verse fills a volume of a treatise yet unwritten
Of a curse upon the souls, whose bodies here, were smitten
With a sick lust for pleasure, by wreaking others heinous pain
Together here in purgatory, forever, shall remain
No hallowed ground, for these monarchs, who reigned down their terror
Inscribed in ruinic cruciform thei...
Thursday 24th January 2019 6:18 am
THE UNDERWOOD Page 3
As we enter the clearing see the skies beautiful green hue
And the odious blue grass, Neath’ your feet you purview
Like a copper covered dome, patterned, through the passages of time
Built by the grand architect, resemble a temple, beautifully sublime
Beneath our feet lie the tombs of all evil kings and queens
Whose bones and blue blood leak upwa...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 7:38 am
The UNDERWOOD Page 2
Close your ears to the lullaby’s, whispered softly by the trees
For if not, for certain, this forest, you never will leave
The trees here in Underwood, whose branches hypnotically sway
Whose leaf’s whisper sweet nothings, must nay stand in your way
For beware, resting for an instant beneath their massive mantel
From their tendril branches clutches...
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 11:51 pm
The UNDERWOOD Page 1
So my pretty reader fair, dear you enter where most not dare
If so follow, don’t get lost, keep hold my hand at any cost.
Notice how the terrain is changing, that your mind keeps rearranging
The path is now steep and narrow, the crows calling, chills and harrows
Carving furrows in your mind, keep up, keep up, don’t be left behind.
At this poi...
Tuesday 22nd January 2019 6:14 am
The chameleon ran vertically, straight up the wall
and disappeared though a crack infinitesimally small
“Did you just see that”! The post man exclaimed
“Their the masters of disguise”, I quickly explained
Running across, peering through the small crack
The post man kept looking dropping his sack
“Stand back and wait quietly, he’ll soon reappear”
Monday 21st January 2019 9:06 pm
Perchance to Dream.
You think the world is solid, then watch it simply melt
Down a drain in the gutter, that’s just how it felt
So I followed diving in, though in a slot in the grid
There saw a woman standing, from my gaze she simply slid
Looking up, looking down, looking this way, looking that
I saw a cat with green whiskers, sitting on a mat
It’s edges quickly...
Sunday 20th January 2019 9:11 am
Ashes in a jar
It has been said, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Not always lies and deceit, or other people’s pretentious
How can we even know where the path will be
The sign often obscured, impossible to see
Is it the left hand path, or maybe the right
Or, perhaps the middle ground leads to the light
Left wing and right wing mean little to me...
Saturday 19th January 2019 7:55 am
Another day on the job
At the end of the path, a broken door, smashed shards of glass lay on the floor
Cross the threshold, enter in, another crime scene, let’s begin
Walk the hall, climb the stairs, the crime unfolds, hold back the tears
‘Must’ needs dispassion to comprehend, precisely what transpired, at last days end?
For at the setting of the sun, what exactly her...
Saturday 19th January 2019 7:19 am
Always complaining I have no money
Is not in the slightest a little bit funny
Spending sixty quid a month on a cup of coffee
Aroma wafting up my nose that’s a little bit toffee
A snob you say!
That’s a little bit strong for a flat white guy
I say, It is up to me exactly just what I buy
Bloody scroungers, freezing outside the door
With me sat in...
Thursday 17th January 2019 9:46 pm
Too late she cried
Sitting in Starbucks doorway
After the lights are all turned out
The demons are surly coming
I can hear them scream and shout
It is for me the sirens call
Flashing blue and white
Piercing though the darkness
Blindingly bright white
Flowing down the sidewalk
My life’s blood ebbs away
In the morning another statistic
Is all the p...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:58 am
The Up Side
I have conversations, with people inside my head
I call spirits from the vastly deep
people call them, but do they come?
Some think so, yes that’s for certain…
But when all things are said and done
My thoughts become tangible things
With a substance all of their own
I hate it, and love it, however
My friends I could never disown
We wander wh...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 12:10 am
In a flap
What’s his name?
We call him ‘Noisy cat’
Not so hard to believe
I only meant to feed him once
Now he never leaves
Meaow! Meaow! Meaow! Meaow!
Scrapping at the door
My don’t you use the cat flap
That’s what it’s in there for
We used to have a cat
Kirby was her name
Then one day
She went and died
That really was a sham...
Sunday 13th January 2019 1:03 pm
One for the ladies... You can grab it if you 'Like'
To Vawtar Thank you so much for reciting this.
Out of his reach
When we first met, it was like ‘Fifty shades of grey’
Those sweet nothings you whispered, I would swoon as you say
When sex was like a marathon, lasting all-night
In so many positions, me holding you tight
Brazilian, vagazzled, gone was the that...
Saturday 12th January 2019 12:34 am
Lost and Found Pt 2
3 am. in the morning, on a dark, dank night
I opened the door to demons, my Soul taking flight
A tote on a bong, filled with ‘Lebanese black’
I’d lost my Soul, for certain there was no turning back
An ‘OBE’ as I’d never had before
Disregarding the warning, written on the door
In exile, the door slammed shut, tightly closed
Locked from the ou...
Thursday 10th January 2019 9:56 pm
Lost and Found Pt 1
my lost family
I curse the
The new PC
Locked up in this
Nothing PC can
On the floor
In a piss soaked
Wednesday 9th January 2019 5:37 pm
I wish I could freeze time in my freezer
and thaw it out when I need a bit more.
If I could, then one thing is for sure
I’d very soon need a new door.
With all of that opening and closing
I know that I’d soon wear it out.
It would get lots of use that’s for certain
Of this, there cannot be a doubt.
Tuesday 8th January 2019 9:26 pm
It has been suggested by some, that this nursery rhyme records the attempt by King Charles 1 to reform the taxes on liquid measures.
He was blocked by Parliament, so subsequently ordered that the volume of a Jack (1/8 pint) be reduced, but the tax remained the same*. This meant that he still received more tax, despite Parliament's veto.
Hence "Jack fell down and broke his crown" (some pint g...
Sunday 6th January 2019 9:56 am
Terrorist’s never simply come clean
Klashnekoff laying on the ground at the scene
Not just discarded, deliberately left
For a victim in the future, another parent bereft
In it’s stock an evil surprise is hidden
Placed there to do, the devils insidious bidding
So that when in the lab the expert takes aim
Triggers an explosion, from the stock shoots a flam...
Saturday 5th January 2019 5:11 am
Finding new complexity in hand writing dexterity
Searching for lost artistry in the guise of poetry.
At times the images so surreal, in my mind a cotton reel
Unravels till a tangled thread weaves a web around my bed
Then ‘Itsy Bitsy’ comes to call. Arachnophobia cause me to fall
Awaking with a nasty bump, in my throat a ticking lump.
As I yawn, a black...
Friday 4th January 2019 11:49 am
Ponder the wonders of life…. The mysteries that await discovery
The things you know… Yet have never seen nor heard
Feel for the essence of truth within you… Not in this 'screen' world of illusions and lies
But deep within the silence, silencing the crys
In the ether of your mind… Not the cable from the wall
Nor the confines of the net… Let infinity's confines fa...
Thursday 3rd January 2019 10:21 am