Blog Poems

Your anonymous blog

Your anonymous blog

To my face you are kindness itself:
cheerful, always upbeat,

but in your anonymous blog
you rip me apart.

You press your thumb and forefinger on each side,
hold, pull and rend,
and rupture my very innards.

You focus on me,
my life, my words, my actions and my body
like you are a Celestron Telescope
searching for every single crater and irregularity.

With

Alas, old blog

Alas, old blog, thou dost baffle me
Art thou a banjo short a cord
An off-key piano, tortured
A homeless cat meowing in the dark
A shaken not stirred literary libation
Advertising the talents of its writers
Redundantly raucous rhetoric 
Echoing down a dusty corridor
Gathering the featherless dreams
Of forlorn and wingless words

A BLOG inspired EKPHRASIS

INDIVIDUAL IDENTITIES

impressions
visions
patterns
 in time
   &space
distinct
   experiences
beyond
   the obvious

BLOG Thanks for entering Love Jones contest

Poets are amazing and these were the runner up poems. The site was NOT user friendly and did NOT let me list them so I only have poem titles of runners up below. Thanks again for your entry,

Blooming Beauty With Black Hair

Friendship

Thanksgiving Family Blessing

When the World Melts Away

Passions of Love

Rumors

Crescent Moon

Sunset by Lakeside

Butterfly

My Red Red

Three Tribute Poems, Composed By Me, For Longfellow Blog

Three Tribute poems--  composed by me,

For Longfellow blog….

(1.)

Glory Of Faith's Triumphant Golden Crowns



The rays of morn took their first golden breath

Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists

First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores

Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists

Demanding night accept its coming death!

     Triumphant crowns!



Dawn's first yawning, a parade of

I Don'T Want To Read Your Blog Brian Strand

I Don't Want To Read Your Blog Brian Strand.
I just want to write a poem.
I'm done with instructions.
I'm done with obedience.
I'm done with the topsy.
Just give me the turvy.
Turvy, turvy, turvy all the time.
I'm done with repetition.
I'm done with repeating myself.
Give me two minutes and I'll make you a paper airplane.
Give me four minutes and

When Death Has Stolen Both Life and Love , From My New Blog

When A Briefest Moment Of Light Chases Darkness Away

 

When deep lonely becomes your faithful companion

Dark fills your broken heart's empty canyons

Grief invades and your happiness washes away

Dawn weeps so very deeply- all life seems all gray

Your tears splash upon the most dreaded, sorrowful ground

And night arrives to your fortress skillfully pound

This world every hour

The November Fashion Blog -- Quatrain

(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent)

November dons her coats of warm terries,
tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright.
(Except for sneaky, red-coated berries,
peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.)

November's dress: pretty dull, never shines.
We prefer October's boisterous charm.
Branches bare, it's said limbs often recline;
sunbathe to keep their tans, and also warm.

Fashion designers often grow somber
and turn November

As I Sit Here Chilling On My Front Porch, From My New Blog

My two tribute poems- composed to honor this truly gifted
and totally amazingly brilliant poet…

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(1.)

As I Sit Here Chilling On My Front Porch

 
As I sit here chilling on my front porch

Yet still wonderment in this aged soul

Tho' I feel far too fast fading life's torch

Seeking to find more than, world's heavy toll

Watching this world dancing

Three Sonnets From My New Blog, Alas So Shoot Me, I Grieve What Was Lost

(1.)

Alas! So Shoot Me, I Grieve What Was Lost

 

Alas! So shoot me, I grieve what was lost

Not just youth, but those things Time took away

Within aching heart comes an icy frost

Covering epic pains of such decay!

 

One may ask, how dare I so complain?

Does Nature cry about hard falling rain?

 

Yet does not this

To Blog Or Not To Blog

The bulldog strolls again, looking for bully butts to bite.
Will all remain quiet or will they scream into the night?
To blog or not to blog, is that now the question?
When does an intelligent comment become a loser’s obsession?

The freedom of speech is a fleeting human right.
We are still entitled to our opinion there is no

Nightmares, Ravages of a Prometheus, Free and Unchained From My New Blog

Nightmares, Ravages Of A Prometheus, Free And Unchained
from my new blog
 
(I.)
 
What of life, mortality and blessings of virgin ground
Philosophy, religion and *Prometheus unbound
Of Mother Nature, illuminations and transcendence
Science, and vanity of weakened mortal dependence
Light keeping darkness, destruction, life has now earth so stained
From horrors of gifting new god, Prometheus unchained?
 
(II.)
 
Should we,

When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave, 4th Poem, From My Blog, a Quartet of Poems

When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems

(4.)
 
When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave,
(4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems)

When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave
telling your dastardly sins to behave
can that midnight hour your spirit then feel
poison arrows in your Achilles heel 
slow melting

Once a Revolutionary Serpent Came To My Door 3rd Poem, From My Blog, a Quartet of Poems

(3.)
 
Once A Revolutionary Serpent Came To My Door
3rd poem, From my blog- " A Quartet Of Poems"
 
Once a revolutionary serpent came to my door
saying-" hey man I damn sure don't like you anymore."
You have settled fast and hard, gotten too old,
destroyed all those lies that I so boldly told
Now your sad life you

The Oldies Blog

The oldies blog
I know of a writer/poet who has dedicated
His blog to old age, being considerably older
then him, I think he is on the wrong track.
To write about a poet who couldn`t find his
Specs, his wife saw them in the freezer beside
The ice-cream is chuckling, but overall people
Don`t want to know about infirmity.
To write down

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