A Postcard from God

A sepia postcard blew down the sidewalk and settled at my feet like a sparrow. more...

Earthbound Sunward

The seeds which are me shall be scattered to the winds that I might be born again The rest of the poem can be read here on Janet Leigh's blog Poetmeister...on the road to Parnassus

Spice (pt. 4)

I miss your hopes
I miss the call
of ten thousand doves upon the wind at night
and when the black became the sky
I wondered why those doves could fly
and if we clipped their wings and closed their eyes
took the souls right out from under them
would they make it, push through the night
would they miss the sky, the bright
and in their blind eyes, would they take to flight
I wish their dreams were true
I dream these dreams for you.

Where fish tip their scales

D-don’t let them t-try to catch me Don’t let the f-footsteps follow Me [more]

New Poem

http://www.beloveddreamer.com/2008/03/haikuspring.html

Since I seem to be having trouble formating on your blog, the above URL is a new poem . Much thanks as always-bd

Up Against the Wall

my ex called the other day she made small talk at first read more

Death Of A Homeless Man

No one stood before the priest
to hear him say last rites
so alone he left to find his way
as he'd done those frigid nights.
No one came to weep for him--
Shead a tear...

Spice (pt. 2)

make your decisions
turn them in
tell us of
the life you lived
and was it worth it when cried
was it worth it when you died

fill it out
fill it in
and what we are
shadows in skin
I miss the feel of yours on mine
the day shadows turned into light

April Word Catalyst is Live!

The April edition of Word Catalyst Magazine, celebrating National Poetry Month, is live. Thanks to everyone for contributing and making this our biggest issue to date. We have lots of new talent that popped in for Poetry Month along with our regular staff who never disappoints. Enjoy! And, now is the time to start submitting for the May issue!

Spice (pt. 1)

and don’t you fight
and don’t you bleed
and don’t you tear
at the place where
your muscles meet
your everyday,
incomplete.

Let your fingers slide

I speak softly, Caressing a moment we never had. Wishful memories; If only I could be what I should’ve been. [more]

Four Faces

Four ladies, four sisters of loyalty
Devoted souls to one another true.
Each treats the other like grand royalty.
No problems they, no issues to construe.

All living in one rickety old house
They need no mirrors, no fine clothes or boots.
...more

Studies

I, silent, stared and hoped you’d speak,
my mind thinks fast, but near it’s weak,
I form the words but none arise,
we sat alone and studied eyes.

My hand brushed yours and cheeks did flush,
your silent words turn mind to mush,
through actions worth I can surmise,
we sat alone and studied eyes.

More

Welcome, Saturday dreams

In the broken-car, back-stabbing streets, There is a skirt and a lifted, twisted mouth, Suffering the blue-eyed, brain-dead glances [more]

Hiding Out

Faces of four ladies haunt my sad fate.
l lost a bet and now I pay the price.
Indeed, I must ask one for a lunch date.
Lord, I'm paying now for my evil vice.

I bet and lost and now my pal is free
while I choose which fug face to date and kiss.
...More

The Junk Boys Come To Toronto

The Junk Boys came to visit my network
decided to build them a blog.
Said, "We service the greater Toronto area,"
but only created a splog.

Awake Once More...Sweet Lover come forth sweet greens of springand cover your lovers soft black skinthat has lain bare these long winters nights.crown her in daffodils, bitter sweet delightcomfort her so tenderly for she has lain alonegently adorn her hair with bright colors___like stars when the sky meets the earth.crown her in daisy chains, a diadem for her course black hair.come once more lover, greet in tryst your hope, your life___stoop to kiss that honeyed mouth with tulips blood-red.awaken her now from a winters deep sleepcaressing her supple dark dark skin...let her sleepy sighs wake the birdsthat bring the seeds to nest.gather scents in sweet profusionlayer upon layer to open her eyes...and give of the rain to moisten, that red red mouth___though wanton she may be...who's beauty fills the valleys, hills the fields...a jewel beyond compare set high above the icy snowbring forth that honeyed-nectar to sweeten life's bloodawaken you now, from your dark dreamno time to sleep, shake shake the earths deep roots...for for life starts anew.Come wrap her dark dark skin in morn's early lightlay atop her cold breast...lilies and first rosesto cover her poor scared, marked nakedness.oh lover, my lover,come to me she stretches and sings...for life awakes once morewith a lovers kiss of morning dew.

Turkeys on Parade

By chance, indeed, I did see
Turkeys on parade by me.
Haughty, stubborn, making paths
single file across my grass.

Then gobblers stood high on hills
Guarding hens who ate their fill
...more

So You Want To Be A Poet?

Read here

Lingering

Sunny dreams struggle
against shadows on red brick.
Her hesitation
lingers at cold empty shores
waiting for what never comes.

JO's Blog

Poetry About Poetry

In my latest poetry prompt, I challenge poets to write poems about ... uh ... writing poems. I include three personal examples, including a limerick about writing haiku and a haiku about writing limericks. It's not as confusing as it sounds. I promise. So I hope you'll stop by and join me in writing poetry about writing poetry.

Articles of faith

A well-sucked thumb A clenched blanket And a hand in the dark [more]

I told you

I told you I could easily let you Come inside me It feels right As if you belonged Inside all along Right there Filling me up http://sashisspace.wordpress.com/

It's all there if you want it

The room is flickering A thousand crowding images You’ll give me nightmares But I can’t stop looking [more]

Monday

Insanity comes back to me
when I think myself immune,
and all the damage I have done
comes back to me too soon.
Each tortured face, each shattered smile,

Arboreal Desperation

And no-one knows the darkness at the root more...

Facebook

Blogsboro Poetry Club now has a Facebook application that allows Poetry Club members and others to help spread the word about Blogsboro Poetry Club simply by joining the Blogsboro Poetry Club Facebook Application.

Waiting for the End of Yesterday

A Haiku Love Sonnet

Kindness

kindness cares not for such as we nor time nor place cares not this world nor whom it finds take such comfort as ye may while blood and tears fall fast and hard raining down on man or child till kindness lost is found healing sorrow oh so deep and let's the rivers flow free by Melanie Bishop-bd

Reminiscence

I’m just a mayfly
remembering yesterday
a drop of water in an endless ocean
nostalgic for the clouds
autumn red
orange
and yellow
reminiscing about green

MiPOradio And Video Poetry

If you’re a fan of MiPOradio then you might be interested to know that you can now listen to every broadcast from your browser.

I recently discovered a poetry website dedicated completely to this new medium. Every video features a poet reading his or her own poems, and you can catch it weekly.

Learn how you can gain easy access to every MiPOradio broadcast and weekly poetry videos right from your browser.

Kindly Stop For Me

the crazed anthems
of everyday anathemas

My Latest Poetry Prompt

As I've mentioned previously, every Friday I post a limerick and haiku prompt on my Mad Kane's Humor Blog. My latest theme is yards and/or gardens. So I hope you'll come join me in some limerick and haiku writing fun.

Looking for Kerouac

at night weekend poets

Stars

Scientists say, The brightest stars in the sky
live the shortest lives,
Look to the heavens.

Night Vision

Night Vision

is it a dream
that silent flash
behind our eyes...
lingering, still
with the morning light
a bit of darkness from
our souls...

dreams, masters of
night's sweet call...
fill our hearts and
minds with...a double blind

as nightmares roll by,
dark clouds...
that rain down their fear
as falls dead leaves

night walks it's beat
vivid images turned real
magic horses-up and -down,
merry-go-rounds, ever
spinning it's web...

but are we free
once morn's light...
creeps... to fill
the dark places

what was that, we might ask
as a black shape flits
across our vision...
just a dream, a fragment
of time and night

Recesses

You write poetry
like silver slipping off your tongue.
Sleepless whispers
in this cavernous temple.
Breathe life into this place
with your silver words

Six days

An enveloping mist descends over lonely tower blocks. The weakened sun slowly retreats behind the veil. Silence is so close, brushing against your fingertips. A whitened shroud, no echoes of any life before. [more]

Hush, hush, my love,

don’t splinter the silence

of this tomb

within my captivated heart

where I have made you mine....

Read more at Poets Who Blog, click here.

Couplet

Love is
a yellow daisy
on candlelit backporches
two people swinging
to the rhythm of crickets

a swelling crescendo

a kiss on the cheek

falsetto

Tiger

Mason was the first to go. They said more...

Best dressed

Don't wear plain clothes,
learn how to dress;
don't buy deals,
pay more for less.

Make sure yours fall
or grip real tight,
have rips and tears,
and, don't fit right.

Best dressed

Live the dream

Commiting acts of lipless suicide,
rebellious postcards from the estranged
Free-air prison bars,
cinderblocks and faked rage

Chronicle

as you slice through the anachronistic barriers
of my adolescent brain
lost and confused in the brightly colored aisles
of an overcrowded cage
pricecheck on my sanity
cleanup in the logic isle

Cold Pizza For Two

Wake up in the morning
the light hurts my head,
stumble to the kitchen
for my daily bread.
The cupboard is empty,
the cabinets are too,
but in my ‘frigerator
Please continue reading cold pizza for two.

Give me moments

she met him in a grocery store
she'd never seen his face before
she didn't even know his name
even so she loved him all the same
even so she loved him all the same

When I Was But Three

I didn’t know about working
when I was, but three,
or being nice to people
I didn’t like to see.
I didn’t know about worry
or all of life’s events...

Vanity

Though empty tomorrows can hold an uncertain promise our story had been told We said our goodbyes wearing warm feelings and smiles but inside our hearts had run cold Against all odds I never saw you again except for once But as tall shadows hid me I just sat there silently watching you enjoy a hearty lunch You looked so good better than I remembered in the warm shine of that midday sun and I didn't want you to see what ... entire poem

wtfwjd 2008

homeless ignored still sleep in doorways suits and high heel pumps carry

Shadows

There is a darkness seeping, Through the weak sunlight, Billowing up into the air, Slowly enveloping me. [more]

My Friend, The Maytag Man

I’ve got a new friend
I met the other day.
You might have seen him on TV.
Perhaps you’ve heard him say
his life’s a little boring,
there’s not a thing to do.
I’m hangin’ with the Maytag Man.
He’s a lot like me and you.

Go hang with the Maytag Man

Clams

Or was that claims? Anyway, just ignore this post as I'm simply doing a Technorati claim so that more people can learn about Poetry Club.

Millennial Poetics Blog Series: 9 Principles For Writing Poetry

Allen Taylor, founder of the Millennial School of Poetry, has started a nine-part series of blog posts/essays on the 9 principles of poetics. The 9 principles of Millennial poetics include:

1. Craft is of utmost importance
2. There is no room for prejudice
3. Form is just another element of craft
4. Creativity and craft go hand in hand
5. No topic is taboo
6. There is no such thing as language that is too archaic
7. All poems are individuals
8. There is no acceptable method to writing poetry
9. All convention should be shunned

The first four principles have been post. You can begin the Millennial School of Poetics series and easily navigate them in succession as Allen writes a new post in the series every day at World Class Poetry Blog.

Same Shit, Different Day

Load it up, haul it out,
then come back for more;
some days I can’t understand
just what I do it for.
Get a little on ya'.

Why do you shout?

Why do you shout so loudly When woken from your sleep? Through blurry eyes you search For the source of your pain Bawling and cursing from Your crumpled, lined face. [more]

Poetry Carnival

March 21st is World Poetry Day. To honor this PWB will be holding a poetry carnival. Find out more at Poets Who Blog.

Inside a sleepy grin

Endless repetition Beginning to bore me Saying the same thing Over and over again [more]

Anything for you

I turn off my light and go to sleep; in my dreams you come to me. Inside my mind it’s you I keep; shut my eyes and you I see.

In my dreams you come to me, smiling, laughing in retreat. Shut my eyes and you I see, without you I’m incomplete.

Smiling, laughing in retreat, eyes gaze into bliss; without you I’m incomplete, every day is just a miss.

Eyes gaze into bliss,

Tips For Poetry Club Members

1. Like everything on this list, titles are optional. This is your blog and you can post without titles if you wish but search engines give more weight to titles than to the body of your text so adding titles slightly increases the number of people who will read your poem or poetry related works.

That said, other than spending a lot of money most of us don't have success will only come in small increments. If Poetry Club brings you one new loyal reader then your efforts have been successful as one loyal reader is worth more to you than a thousand drive by readers. This I've learned the hard way.

2. The more you post to Poetry Club the more your blog gets read but try to be respectful of other members by not filling the entire front page with your posts. Thankfully this has never been a problem so I've yet to make a rule concerning this subject.

3. See the Poetry Club Widget to your right? Most of your blogs are already filled with too much stuff already so I don't expect you to add the widget to your blogs. I don't have it on mine but I'm happy that some of you have installed the widget on your blogs.

That said, I did install the Poetry Club Widget to my Facebook and other social networking pages I use, to some old dead blogs I no longer post to and to my igoogle page. By placing the widget everywhere we can we increase the readership of every member of Poetry Club.

4. Spread the word to other poetry bloggers you know.

5. Check the member page and make sure your blog is listed as some of you are not. If you're a member who is not listed a reminder to idleblogs (AT yahoo.com will get it fixed.

6. Link to Blogsboro Poetry Club from your blogs and websites.

7. Tell your off line and your online friends about the Blogsboro Poetry Club.

8. If I think of more ideas I'll add them. Thank you all for becoming members of this human powered blog aggregator that is the Blogsboro Poetry Club. Also, because this human powered aggregator is also a blog and the RSS feed is set to full the links you post to your blogs are being distributed to hundreds if not thousands of search engines, web caches, feed readers, blog aggregators, scraper sites and others that all drive incremental bits of traffic to your blogs. This is also the reason we only post excerpts as posting your entire poem would give away all of your work.

Think Outside The Bun

The Fiesta Platters rocked the Bell
as Taco sang the lead.
Ronald shouted, "He's illegal!!
He's a different breed!"
Gordida, he was playing bass--
a hot-n-spicy Salsa riff.
And the songs they played, a tribute
to the long since fallen, Biff.

Enjoy this Fast Food delight.

Poetry Prompt: Walking

I've posted a limerick and a haiku on the theme of "walking" and invite my fellow/sister poets to participate in my latest limerick and haiku poetry prompt on the "walking" theme. I hope to see you over at Pedestrian Poems (Limerick and Haiku Prompt, where you can post your bad job verse links. Thanks!