Poetry Blog by Wolfgar
Tags from last 12 months
Passing through six rooms of a life
in the aperture of his minds eye.
From Finsbury Park to Palmyra,
in this final space he speaks to me.
Grotesque gargoyles broken against rocks,
an empty child on the withered breast.
Poverty in Black and White,
a gloating victor defiles a corpse.
In this end room landscapes open out,
trees reach to darkened skies where the su...
Thursday 21st March 2019 7:50 pm
When Gods rise people fall,
so bless us all
Gods bless us all.
We carved Jerusalem from golden stone
to cover its glory with a blinkered dome,
once from The Mount we could see the stars,
once all the stars were all of ours.
We cut the forest to build a church,
we carved a tree to make a cross.
What have we gained but something lost,
its men not Gods that pay...
Friday 15th March 2019 2:39 pm
We went fishing my boy and me,
it was our holiday, he was excited
and I was sad.
Sad only for myself in a selfish destructive way.
We shared a tiny room
Seagulls nested on the rooftops,
I cried in my narrow little bed when he fell asleep.
I went to the bar and drank
because I was weak and selfish and broken.
In the ...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 10:22 am
Eight fingers interlocking
rest untrembling on Jean's cold knees,
blackened in Whitechapel grime
steadied only by each other.
Torn and bloodied claw,
once pink and curled in beautiful birth
once reaching and clutching,
no hope to cling to now.
She folds them to her face
tears trace lines that pool in scars,
hand's which once pick...
Monday 11th March 2019 3:42 am
Stick it in, twist it round, pull it out
the red faced Sergeant Majors shout,
those black boys make such good recruits
just teach them drill and give them boots.
This country has a wealth men
devoid of hope unknowing zen,
so fix the blade and set them off
a torn off rag for the Molotov.
Bayonets glinting in the schools,
to not be used we’d look like fools.
Wednesday 6th March 2019 12:51 am
The exquisite beauty of your pain keeps me awake,
each line on your face
bought and paid for,
snorted and imported.
Gone now, your clothes are strewn about.
Your dresser smeared with spittle,
shoes have parted company, have stepped away.
The bed bugs miss your taste,
An unimpressed pillow lies forlorn.
I touch where once we laid, stalactite tears hang...
Saturday 2nd March 2019 8:05 am
On being turned away from a place of worship
Passed the playing children
on through the garden gate,
in haste toward the altar
to pray it's not too late.
But pew on pew is filled with souls
already in Salvation,
I hear the call to other world's
some other congregation.
Thursday 28th February 2019 11:52 am
The Empath took the path of least resistance,
the tilted head, hand held insistence.
The Princess Di of all things forgiving,
a Mother Teresa for the miserably living,
“I know your pain” she’d caringly intone
as gracefully she glided home.
In interviews and Q & A’s
the impassioned confession, her “Worst of Days”
Wednesday 27th February 2019 3:09 am
How many Marks for a loaf of bread?
the pre-putsch civilised citizens said
Then later with the ovens stoked up strong
they vapourised outcast’s who didn’t belong
See how one thing leads to the next
how a printing press expands to a text
How a fake news crisis leads to war
how a woman of dignity bends to a whore
How an emp...
Monday 25th February 2019 10:32 am
He wrote because he didn’t want to talk,
he didn’t want to talk because no-one listened,
no-one listened because they were busy talking.
He read because he didn’t want to listen,
he didn’t want to listen because no one ever read,
no-one read because they all knew everything.
So he buried himself in solitude
so no-one ever knew.
Sunday 24th February 2019 3:23 pm
Now closer than in recent years
separation is measured by sunlight and moon,
by sleeping and waking,
by cell phone roaming charges.
You live on the edge of Empires
divided by perfumed Seas, Minarets and Steeples.
I exist like a refugee in my crumbling Kingdom,
yet still it fortifies my heart.
Once when we were worlds apart
when love still served a purpose,
Sunday 17th February 2019 8:43 pm
This bed my nightly raft to sail a thousand seas
descending into darkness the davit lowers me,
cast and swept, ripped and hauled beneath the waking world,
through silver blue translucent light some other plane unfurls.
Mirrored scales reflecting cool peaks of milky foam
my cells mitosis multiply renewing then regrown,
from the healing of a timeless womb cocooned in vacant...
Thursday 14th February 2019 10:59 am
The skyline spattered by air bursting shells,
canvas of grey, the birds have flown free.
The Belfry relieved of its heavenly Bells,
the crucifix splintered to saviourless tree.
Rats eat bootlaces through to the bone
then we eat the rats and so eat our own.
God has deserted what we now defend
but the Devil is stoic, the Devil's a frien...
Saturday 9th February 2019 8:43 pm
Sycamore seeds turning like keys,
unlocking new seasons
blown on a breeze,
but now they lay dormant
through Rain and through Snow,
colours fast fading no warming red glow.
Within them sleep Summers and Winters unknown,
but all shall rise up
wherever they're sown.
Thursday 7th February 2019 4:44 pm
Nothing can be written of beauty
for serenity is silent.
Only cannon and drum
can pepper the page.
These hallowed places cleansed by blood,
their gift is peace.
Across history riders rode
Angel and Demon,
Tyrants sent emissary’s,
altars smashed and crosses burned
From darkest night
came the brighter day....
Sunday 3rd February 2019 8:02 pm
The face is broke against the wheel,
diamond shard peppered flesh.
Now bloody pulp, once squeezed to life
between thighs of painful birth,
between creation of hope and the damnation of men.
Lips as blue as Iceberg Oceans
cannot one single word now form,
not one goodbye, no gratitude nor regret,
no moment remembered,
Wednesday 30th January 2019 12:15 pm
Shimmering under kindling embers glow with fiery promise,
stoked from lazy slumber they crackle into flame.
Beneath the hollow sky a fine white shroud descends,
vapour trails glide eastward as if searchlights of the Gods.
In moments so peaceful I hope the world sleeps on,
the Sun to lose its wings the waking bells to never ring,
Thursday 24th January 2019 9:23 pm
Sprung between the cracks of the slabs in Peckham Rye
the Sprigs of Empire Mothers defy a concrete sky,
here where Blake saw Angels and Shepherds quenched a thirst
the once downtrod are rising and learning to come first.
From Terraces and Towers confined and stacked unseen
they dare to poke their hopeful buds to where they've never been,
while Highwaymen of history defo...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 8:19 am
When did humility become disability?
there are no benefits to claim.
To withhold a word for impact
is lost on the inane.
Why should less mean more than more?
was war suppressed by jaw, jaw, jaw?
When rationale walked out the door
the room filled up with bore, bore, bore.
When did lies become invisible?
impervious to all that's risible,
When honesty hides i...
Monday 21st January 2019 8:15 pm
Each word separated from the other
removed from the greater part which gave it meaning,
the vowels waterboarded,
The CAPITALS made to sit in corners
while comma's had their toe-nails pulled.
Question marks eradicated,
full stops turned informer.
Phonic's disembodied to a hum
their transitions obliterated.
All died in lonesome sile...
Saturday 19th January 2019 10:14 am
Old people are ghosts trying out their shrouds
parachuting lemmings taking refuge in the clouds,
a ground rush of senility invades their tired brains
degrading their ability with each day that still remains.
They stand on cliffs to paint the sea
and focus on tranquility.
Their dodgy valves leak pints of tea,
they wonder how they came to b...
Sunday 13th January 2019 6:46 am
Saturday 5th January 2019 2:09 pm
Between the miracle of petals
form tears of diamond dew,
like the passing of grief they settle
and quench my thirst for you.
On a sideboard by a window
sad blooms toward the sun,
one earthly journey ended
one lonely walk begun.
But wilt as may, I'll wilt away
and fall with withered time,
though never fades one single day
Thursday 3rd January 2019 8:02 pm
Halfway up the rise looking back
across the Hamlet rooftops,
through scented woody swirls,
I see six horses like statues bent to earth,
necks and fetlocks steam with strength.
In the space between us only silence,
though there lie a hundred souls to sleep, to dream,
yet not one to see this sight.
This New Years Morn when life is all a...
Tuesday 1st January 2019 2:36 pm