Good day
by Antonionioni
I feel great, top of the world mama, yeah
This life can be good if you are selfish
Have had a really nice day; went to a
Chinese buffet with friends and filled my dish
And since then did some ironing, got pissed
And played electric guitar and keyboard
Undertones, Sweet, Sparks, Sabbath, Jim Webb. Missed
The chance to play much Brel; couldn’t afford
To risk playing after eleven, sword...
This life can be good if you are selfish
Have had a really nice day; went to a
Chinese buffet with friends and filled my dish
And since then did some ironing, got pissed
And played electric guitar and keyboard
Undertones, Sweet, Sparks, Sabbath, Jim Webb. Missed
The chance to play much Brel; couldn’t afford
To risk playing after eleven, sword...
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Saturday 19th July 2008 11:38 pm
this, the killing field
by Pete Crompton
I cant lift you
You are too heavy-
..and anyway you’re hurting
..and have asked that I stop,
in last breath.
Your pain immense
I put you down
I am an anvil
but I am not invincible
Yet I thought I could save you
pulled at open ribs
injuries too severe
Pieces of shrapnel
caused blood streams from your ear
Running into soil
Underground entrenched
and I saw minature rivers, red on bla...
You are too heavy-
..and anyway you’re hurting
..and have asked that I stop,
in last breath.
Your pain immense
I put you down
I am an anvil
but I am not invincible
Yet I thought I could save you
pulled at open ribs
injuries too severe
Pieces of shrapnel
caused blood streams from your ear
Running into soil
Underground entrenched
and I saw minature rivers, red on bla...
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Saturday 19th July 2008 7:42 pm
How long, elder
by Pete Crompton
The anvils on which we were cast
are rusting
The knowledge
In which you instilled
Past
Yet imprinted
We must watch you
wither
slow
will miss you
So sure
that
The mature passes
To silver
To grey
To white
Decay
Dear elder
Must we watch you threadbare
fray
Dear elder
Your children
Dear elder we try
To delay
But cannot stop
As calcium must eventually
Give way
formed from you
a mothers milk
a fathers...
are rusting
The knowledge
In which you instilled
Past
Yet imprinted
We must watch you
wither
slow
will miss you
So sure
that
The mature passes
To silver
To grey
To white
Decay
Dear elder
Must we watch you threadbare
fray
Dear elder
Your children
Dear elder we try
To delay
But cannot stop
As calcium must eventually
Give way
formed from you
a mothers milk
a fathers...
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Saturday 19th July 2008 5:46 pm
Darker Skies
by Jeffarama
Darker Skies
All I see are darker skies
throughout this world of uncertainty
I'm lucky not to hear the lies
that may go on for eternity
Degradation from pole to pole
people don't live they exist
another tiny baby dies
they'll just add them to the list
Poverty from east to west
children beg from those with plenty
they need money and food to survive
but their eyes are col...
All I see are darker skies
throughout this world of uncertainty
I'm lucky not to hear the lies
that may go on for eternity
Degradation from pole to pole
people don't live they exist
another tiny baby dies
they'll just add them to the list
Poverty from east to west
children beg from those with plenty
they need money and food to survive
but their eyes are col...
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Saturday 19th July 2008 4:47 pm
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
by WalkaboutsVerse / David Franks
The Open is on at Birkdale, hence...
Poem 221 of 230: MAJORS
If golf taps the world for its players
(And few would deny that so),
Why, then, are three of four majors
A United States Tour show?
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
Poem 221 of 230: MAJORS
If golf taps the world for its players
(And few would deny that so),
Why, then, are three of four majors
A United States Tour show?
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com
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Saturday 19th July 2008 11:45 am
Censorship
by Sandre Clays
Let's examine the structure
of the big picture,
the rating,
Parental Guidance, 15,
adult viewing?
It depends what's implicated
in explicit;
a matter of interpretation,
we can all comprehend
sexual behaviour
and we're used to violence,
the director entitled to try
and make his point,
the zoom in take
of the rape
of the young Phillipino,
the expression in his eyes.
It's simply at wh...
of the big picture,
the rating,
Parental Guidance, 15,
adult viewing?
It depends what's implicated
in explicit;
a matter of interpretation,
we can all comprehend
sexual behaviour
and we're used to violence,
the director entitled to try
and make his point,
the zoom in take
of the rape
of the young Phillipino,
the expression in his eyes.
It's simply at wh...
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Friday 18th July 2008 11:44 pm
Fertile soil
by Antonionioni
I wonder whether feelings or a numb
Mere vegetable existence is best
A fish doesn’t fear the whale’s mouth that comes
Like the Grand Canyon to a faller’s rest
And does it matter once you pass the test
And spawn as you were meant? And anyway
Whether you do or don’t you’re just a guest
A machine with your plug pulled out one day
A seed that lands, takes root, is pulled away
Pre...
Mere vegetable existence is best
A fish doesn’t fear the whale’s mouth that comes
Like the Grand Canyon to a faller’s rest
And does it matter once you pass the test
And spawn as you were meant? And anyway
Whether you do or don’t you’re just a guest
A machine with your plug pulled out one day
A seed that lands, takes root, is pulled away
Pre...
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Friday 18th July 2008 7:37 pm
In the pink
by Antonionioni
My pink guitar, the new love of my life
I’ll stroke and stretch your strings with my fingers
My pick will pick you up just like a wife
On the threshold; let each long lick linger
My salmon pink star, electric singer
Accompany me when my feeble voice
Attempts a duet, plug in amp, tongue a
Hillman Imp to your flash Rock n Rolls Royce
I’ll never smash you, at least not by choice
No Pet...
I’ll stroke and stretch your strings with my fingers
My pick will pick you up just like a wife
On the threshold; let each long lick linger
My salmon pink star, electric singer
Accompany me when my feeble voice
Attempts a duet, plug in amp, tongue a
Hillman Imp to your flash Rock n Rolls Royce
I’ll never smash you, at least not by choice
No Pet...
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Friday 18th July 2008 6:49 pm
Head Scream
by Daniel Hall
The bile you bark in my face
is not some random forecast
that I am to acclimatise to.
It enervates every part of me
while you stomp over emotions
and gallivant with my feelings.
I'm crushed in a private corner
dank hands protecting my head,
without hope of an ameliorator.
You might feel the need for a dictionary with this one. Heck I needed a dictionary to check a few of the words b...
is not some random forecast
that I am to acclimatise to.
It enervates every part of me
while you stomp over emotions
and gallivant with my feelings.
I'm crushed in a private corner
dank hands protecting my head,
without hope of an ameliorator.
You might feel the need for a dictionary with this one. Heck I needed a dictionary to check a few of the words b...
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Friday 18th July 2008 1:06 pm
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
by WalkaboutsVerse / David Franks
Poem 16 of 230: A BEAUTIFUL STAGE
If a couple, with plans to wed,
Asked me, off the top of my head,
For somewhere I thought well in tune
As a place for a honeymoon,
It would have - flashing back - to be
Beautifully-honed Italy.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com...
If a couple, with plans to wed,
Asked me, off the top of my head,
For somewhere I thought well in tune
As a place for a honeymoon,
It would have - flashing back - to be
Beautifully-honed Italy.
From http://www.walkaboutsverse.741.com...
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Friday 18th July 2008 11:06 am
Amnesty
by Malpoet
The government has claimed
success in its most recent boot amnesty.
Boot mountains have been formed
in police station yards
throughout the country.
Original plans to issue the surrendered boots
to construction workers have been abandoned
due to a shortage of workers since the fourth credit crunch
and concern that the boots may be smuggled
out of the building sites and sold to gang m...
success in its most recent boot amnesty.
Boot mountains have been formed
in police station yards
throughout the country.
Original plans to issue the surrendered boots
to construction workers have been abandoned
due to a shortage of workers since the fourth credit crunch
and concern that the boots may be smuggled
out of the building sites and sold to gang m...
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Friday 18th July 2008 9:59 am
Dawn
by Mark Niel
You lied about your age,
Your weight and your shoe size.
I found out too late
To halt our demise.
Half truths and whoppers
Comprised your diction.
No facts, just fantasy
And falsehoods and fiction.
This dress? Just ten pounds,
Bought in a sale.
If your nose was Pinocchio’s
It would run off the scale.
You deceived and destroyed me
At every wrong turn.
Took wa...
Your weight and your shoe size.
I found out too late
To halt our demise.
Half truths and whoppers
Comprised your diction.
No facts, just fantasy
And falsehoods and fiction.
This dress? Just ten pounds,
Bought in a sale.
If your nose was Pinocchio’s
It would run off the scale.
You deceived and destroyed me
At every wrong turn.
Took wa...
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Friday 18th July 2008 12:12 am
Daybreak In Heavens Garden
by Shirley
Photography by Shirley. Baby Great-niece Tianna.
Daybreak In Heavens Garden
Sweet scented petals unfold,
To protect a baby’s face,
Dawn creeps in,
As spiders’ spin,
A silken shroud of glistening lace.
An awakening of colour and beauty,
When darkness becomes twilight,
A pale pink rose,
A downy button nose,
Powder blue skies, clouds fluffy and white.
Sparkling, shi...
Daybreak In Heavens Garden
Sweet scented petals unfold,
To protect a baby’s face,
Dawn creeps in,
As spiders’ spin,
A silken shroud of glistening lace.
An awakening of colour and beauty,
When darkness becomes twilight,
A pale pink rose,
A downy button nose,
Powder blue skies, clouds fluffy and white.
Sparkling, shi...
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Thursday 17th July 2008 12:03 pm
THIS IS THE TIME
by Zuzanna Musial
My God you are the rock
you are the One I love
you are my good Sheppard
that looks after his flock.
You are the greatest love
that rocks the hills
with a rolling thunders
but I am at Peace.
When you are with me
the softness of your presence
caresses like a warm breeze
My God, my Lord I love Thee.
It is the time to repent-said He
I will take your hand,...
you are the One I love
you are my good Sheppard
that looks after his flock.
You are the greatest love
that rocks the hills
with a rolling thunders
but I am at Peace.
When you are with me
the softness of your presence
caresses like a warm breeze
My God, my Lord I love Thee.
It is the time to repent-said He
I will take your hand,...
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Thursday 17th July 2008 12:58 am
The Call-Centre Joey
by Christopher Pandolfo
Good morning! How can I help you?
I’ll say that 200 times today.
I’ll mean it 200 times today.
I’ll hear it ringing in my bloody ears today!
I can appreciate how your feel Mrs Smith
I understand your point Mr Jones
I assure you that the company is doing everything it can to rectify your “situation”.
I realise we’ve said it before, meant it before
But I’m here to assure
I...
I’ll say that 200 times today.
I’ll mean it 200 times today.
I’ll hear it ringing in my bloody ears today!
I can appreciate how your feel Mrs Smith
I understand your point Mr Jones
I assure you that the company is doing everything it can to rectify your “situation”.
I realise we’ve said it before, meant it before
But I’m here to assure
I...
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Wednesday 16th July 2008 11:48 pm
Sonnet workshop
by Antonionioni
This is an experimental sonnet
There’s nothing in my head so I’ll just write
Workshop-style, until something pops in it
Or maybe I’ll just write and write, not quite
Sure of what it’s about; finish in spite
Of nothing to say. A good game to play
Well here I am, halfway through; still no sight
Of any slight meaning. They get away
With this in other art forms, so I say
Why not in...
There’s nothing in my head so I’ll just write
Workshop-style, until something pops in it
Or maybe I’ll just write and write, not quite
Sure of what it’s about; finish in spite
Of nothing to say. A good game to play
Well here I am, halfway through; still no sight
Of any slight meaning. They get away
With this in other art forms, so I say
Why not in...
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Wednesday 16th July 2008 7:00 pm
In Times of Terror and Torment
by Ian Williamson
In these times of terror and torment,
Where blood is spilled for no reason,
Our good Earth is despoiled,
Raped and plundered, of its very essence,
Sucked dry of any hope of regeneration,
All that remains, is an ever-spinning orb,
As love and trust are cast out,
From hearts and minds
And the soul is torn from the body,
To drift in endless purgator...
Where blood is spilled for no reason,
Our good Earth is despoiled,
Raped and plundered, of its very essence,
Sucked dry of any hope of regeneration,
All that remains, is an ever-spinning orb,
As love and trust are cast out,
From hearts and minds
And the soul is torn from the body,
To drift in endless purgator...
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Wednesday 16th July 2008 3:02 pm
Pleasured To The Max
by Malpoet
Welcome Mr. Mosley
to my prison camp of pain.
Welcome to the dungeon,
our wicked lust domain.
Come with me while I just
shave your hairy arse.
So you feel the lick
of my leather whip
more sweetly
on your flesh.
Welcome Mr. Mosley.
I am so deep in love
with the 30K
you offered up
to be manacled today.
Achtung! Mein Herr
present to me
those fresh, pink cheeks
at once.
My tru...
to my prison camp of pain.
Welcome to the dungeon,
our wicked lust domain.
Come with me while I just
shave your hairy arse.
So you feel the lick
of my leather whip
more sweetly
on your flesh.
Welcome Mr. Mosley.
I am so deep in love
with the 30K
you offered up
to be manacled today.
Achtung! Mein Herr
present to me
those fresh, pink cheeks
at once.
My tru...
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Wednesday 16th July 2008 1:06 pm
Tunnel Vision
by Daniel Hall
No guiding light beacons
in the darkest of tunnels.
Tentative steps stumble.
Probing fingers touch
cold and wet imagination.
When the light appears
the tunnel end revealed makes
promises with each bold step.
Breath extravagantly exhaled.
Salvation prayers answered.
Illusions of a trapped mind
scream in the advancing light.
Realisation numbs rooted feet
and still the light expands.
Company...
in the darkest of tunnels.
Tentative steps stumble.
Probing fingers touch
cold and wet imagination.
When the light appears
the tunnel end revealed makes
promises with each bold step.
Breath extravagantly exhaled.
Salvation prayers answered.
Illusions of a trapped mind
scream in the advancing light.
Realisation numbs rooted feet
and still the light expands.
Company...
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Wednesday 16th July 2008 10:45 am
Me Brain’s on Holiday and Me Gob’s in Charge - Poem 1
by Christopher Pandolfo
Me Brain’s on Holiday and Me Gob’s in
Charge
Me brain’s
on holiday and me gob’s in charge
She’s nice –
“Hello darling’, how you doin’?”
Have I seen
you in here before? Would you like a drink? Here are some flowers! Would you
like to go to dinner? Would you like to come back to mine? Would you like to
get married? What shall we call the kids? Where shall go on...
Charge
Me brain’s
on holiday and me gob’s in charge
She’s nice –
“Hello darling’, how you doin’?”
Have I seen
you in here before? Would you like a drink? Here are some flowers! Would you
like to go to dinner? Would you like to come back to mine? Would you like to
get married? What shall we call the kids? Where shall go on...
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Wednesday 16th July 2008 9:20 am
The Willow Tree Pub
by clarissa mckone
The leaning willow tree is the place to be.
For birds it is a paradise, leaning so noble
so regal. A monument to placement within a yard.
Strategically placed bird homes and feeders
and a bath below.
They gather to scratch and chirp and cackle
and smirk.
From 4pm till 8pm, its an open pub, and you can hear
"let the party begin"
The sounds deafen human ears.
All the chirping, peeping,tweeting...
For birds it is a paradise, leaning so noble
so regal. A monument to placement within a yard.
Strategically placed bird homes and feeders
and a bath below.
They gather to scratch and chirp and cackle
and smirk.
From 4pm till 8pm, its an open pub, and you can hear
"let the party begin"
The sounds deafen human ears.
All the chirping, peeping,tweeting...
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Wednesday 16th July 2008 5:02 am
Rejuvenation
by Sandre Clays
Water droplets, teasing tickling,
gently down the spine are trickling,
fingerstreams face moist instruction
touching, teaching, soft seduction.
Rivulets run between my breasts
like kisses from a young man's breath
steaming as the flow's increased
caressing slips to sweet release.
Forgotten memories rise unbidden
feeelings nowadays best kept hidden,
mirror portrays ravaged truth
sad r...
gently down the spine are trickling,
fingerstreams face moist instruction
touching, teaching, soft seduction.
Rivulets run between my breasts
like kisses from a young man's breath
steaming as the flow's increased
caressing slips to sweet release.
Forgotten memories rise unbidden
feeelings nowadays best kept hidden,
mirror portrays ravaged truth
sad r...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 10:22 pm
The void
by Antonionioni
If there’s one thing we all try to avoid
And thinking is an obstacle to this
It is the contemplation of the void
More than the deadly dark and deep abyss
More than our partner’s final Judas kiss
More than the fires of hell Jesus will roam
Dante and Virgil’s literary bliss
Obliteration? More like cosy home
Seen Naples with Vesuvius’ vanished cone
Impervious to new life, life dest...
And thinking is an obstacle to this
It is the contemplation of the void
More than the deadly dark and deep abyss
More than our partner’s final Judas kiss
More than the fires of hell Jesus will roam
Dante and Virgil’s literary bliss
Obliteration? More like cosy home
Seen Naples with Vesuvius’ vanished cone
Impervious to new life, life dest...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 7:44 pm
The People in My Phone Book in No More Than Three Words
by Emily Josephine McPhillips
Not for me
I don’t understand
He isn’t real
She likes pancakes
Was too late
We drink coffee
His old room
Children’s hair
Is an egg
She has rabbits
Test tube baby
Stag do cheat
Dates ugly men
The lovely name
Awful with words
Glad we met
Wears jumpers
I miss him
Find me jobs
Should try harder
Mime artist
Followed home
Loves the Conservatives...
I don’t understand
He isn’t real
She likes pancakes
Was too late
We drink coffee
His old room
Children’s hair
Is an egg
She has rabbits
Test tube baby
Stag do cheat
Dates ugly men
The lovely name
Awful with words
Glad we met
Wears jumpers
I miss him
Find me jobs
Should try harder
Mime artist
Followed home
Loves the Conservatives...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 6:33 pm
I'm Just Not Into It, Baby.
by Christopher Pandolfo
I’m Just Not Into It, Baby.
Cook it, clean it – stack it, pack it
Trim it, loose it, style it, profile it
I’m just not into it, baby.
I’ve bought it, sold it –
Stole it from a mate, took it on a date
I’m just not into it, baby.
Student loan, crisis loan, mortgaged home
Nice new cars, looking like the stars – I don’t really moan
I’m just not into it, baby.
Days into weeks, months...
Cook it, clean it – stack it, pack it
Trim it, loose it, style it, profile it
I’m just not into it, baby.
I’ve bought it, sold it –
Stole it from a mate, took it on a date
I’m just not into it, baby.
Student loan, crisis loan, mortgaged home
Nice new cars, looking like the stars – I don’t really moan
I’m just not into it, baby.
Days into weeks, months...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 6:08 pm
My Website update
by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
I have added some new sections to my website http://www.writingsinrhyme.com and also some poems have been added to the site. Fopr those who like foreign language poems, I have some in Irish, French and German, and also a couple of Haikus in Serbian, and a poem translated to Filipino... just to cap things off.
If anyone wants to translate a poem for me, email me to let me know of it, and Ill post...
If anyone wants to translate a poem for me, email me to let me know of it, and Ill post...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 5:07 pm
Allotted Span
by Malpoet
Three score fucking years are done
so just ten more to go.
The bus pass in my wallet
leaves me free to go..
I now get free prescriptions
though there is no need at all,
and my yearly eye test
can be done at home as well.
I get discounts at the theatre,
the zoo and everywhere.
I'm a senior to be presumed
to have no cash to spare.
There is no discount offered
at the brothel...
so just ten more to go.
The bus pass in my wallet
leaves me free to go..
I now get free prescriptions
though there is no need at all,
and my yearly eye test
can be done at home as well.
I get discounts at the theatre,
the zoo and everywhere.
I'm a senior to be presumed
to have no cash to spare.
There is no discount offered
at the brothel...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 4:43 pm
Appreciate Life
by Zahi Sahli
At three in the morning, I rose from bed:
Craving to cure my ongoing thirst,
Still feeling the anger in the words I said
During the intense spousal outburst.
The covers hid winter’s effect,
I realized, after rising from bed.
She is under the cover: I could not detect
Whether my rage crafted her death:
Her words were kinder than dew hitting flowers,
Her embrace was warmer than fire;
She spoke kee...
Craving to cure my ongoing thirst,
Still feeling the anger in the words I said
During the intense spousal outburst.
The covers hid winter’s effect,
I realized, after rising from bed.
She is under the cover: I could not detect
Whether my rage crafted her death:
Her words were kinder than dew hitting flowers,
Her embrace was warmer than fire;
She spoke kee...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 1:57 pm
all those fantastic things
by Pete Crompton
The tablets stabilise the highs and lows
but alas depression has the grip
and it's cradle swings the throws
On thorns we are seated
Accustomed to the pain
The side effect weight gain
Tremor shake
Electric shock brain quake
drained
reserves depleted
so we
find feigned strength in lab coats.
you told me these are not happy pills
yet warned not of numb emotion loving chills
nothing...
but alas depression has the grip
and it's cradle swings the throws
On thorns we are seated
Accustomed to the pain
The side effect weight gain
Tremor shake
Electric shock brain quake
drained
reserves depleted
so we
find feigned strength in lab coats.
you told me these are not happy pills
yet warned not of numb emotion loving chills
nothing...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 12:53 pm
A poem - I borrowed you
by Emma
A poem I wrote a couple of years back. Thought I would put some poems up here and get some feedback
I BORROWED YOU
I borrowed you
and now they want you back
To say goodbye is more than I can do
All I want to do is hold you and keep you in my heart
But I borrowed you
and I don't want to give you back
I have learnt to love
to depend on your kiss
Your smile in the morning is borrowed
and yet it...
I BORROWED YOU
I borrowed you
and now they want you back
To say goodbye is more than I can do
All I want to do is hold you and keep you in my heart
But I borrowed you
and I don't want to give you back
I have learnt to love
to depend on your kiss
Your smile in the morning is borrowed
and yet it...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 12:25 pm
shake the bottle
by Pete Crompton
Shake the bottle
My contents have settled
And I sloth
On sofas
Used to be a bag of beans
A golf ball goafer
But now
I drive the chauffeur
Home
A chaperone
On a throne of flammable foam
My wife occasionally shakes me up
To find life on a misty cup
Of lager lips and tannin muck
The tummy tuck
That spills over leather belt
Is one less thing
You felt about
Inside me.
Nothing inside
All at the botto...
My contents have settled
And I sloth
On sofas
Used to be a bag of beans
A golf ball goafer
But now
I drive the chauffeur
Home
A chaperone
On a throne of flammable foam
My wife occasionally shakes me up
To find life on a misty cup
Of lager lips and tannin muck
The tummy tuck
That spills over leather belt
Is one less thing
You felt about
Inside me.
Nothing inside
All at the botto...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 12:17 pm
TOO BEAUTIFUL TO BE TRUE
by Shirley
Photograph by my daughter, Cherie
Too Beautiful To Be True
I see you staring again,
The light catches tears in your eyes,
That silly smile is on your face,
Then you tilt your head to one side.
Your expression is bemusing,
I wonder what are your thoughts,
You appear relaxed and content,
For some reason my nerves are taut.
Your eyes look into my soul,
So tenderly, you t...
Too Beautiful To Be True
I see you staring again,
The light catches tears in your eyes,
That silly smile is on your face,
Then you tilt your head to one side.
Your expression is bemusing,
I wonder what are your thoughts,
You appear relaxed and content,
For some reason my nerves are taut.
Your eyes look into my soul,
So tenderly, you t...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 12:00 pm
love after lost love
by Pete Crompton
love after lost love
and also
the excitement of a new tide
never knowing what its oceanic arms have gone out and found
and what it puts at your feet
expecting nothing
for to be open and to forgive
to understand the passing
and to accept
with a knowledge you loved the best
then the Karmic prize
without asking, arrives
and also
the excitement of a new tide
never knowing what its oceanic arms have gone out and found
and what it puts at your feet
expecting nothing
for to be open and to forgive
to understand the passing
and to accept
with a knowledge you loved the best
then the Karmic prize
without asking, arrives
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 11:57 am
Delectable / Small Talk
by Bethan Townsend
Delectable
His taste in woman was delectable,
Unlike his taste in clothes
I relished his arrival
with hot peppery zest but
his taste in women was delectable
and I was the last pickle in the jar.
We went for dinner,
He scorned my chips, my mayonnaise,
Stained me with ketchup
Introduced me to soy sauce.
His taste in women was delectable
And I was just mustard seed,
Waiting to grow.
Small Tal...
His taste in woman was delectable,
Unlike his taste in clothes
I relished his arrival
with hot peppery zest but
his taste in women was delectable
and I was the last pickle in the jar.
We went for dinner,
He scorned my chips, my mayonnaise,
Stained me with ketchup
Introduced me to soy sauce.
His taste in women was delectable
And I was just mustard seed,
Waiting to grow.
Small Tal...
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Tuesday 15th July 2008 10:14 am
LIFE'S A BITCH.
by Janet Ramsden
Selfish, challenging people,
who do to their own ends,
Reside in a kind of hell.With
no twists, turns or bends.
Their road is straight and narrow,
Their mind a tiny seed.
For them it seems there's only sun.
But the warnings they do not heed.
For where there is only sun,
The land is dry and barren.
We need to feel the wind and rain
To appreciate the wools of Arran.
We all are p...
who do to their own ends,
Reside in a kind of hell.With
no twists, turns or bends.
Their road is straight and narrow,
Their mind a tiny seed.
For them it seems there's only sun.
But the warnings they do not heed.
For where there is only sun,
The land is dry and barren.
We need to feel the wind and rain
To appreciate the wools of Arran.
We all are p...
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Monday 14th July 2008 11:57 pm
ANGEL WITH A BROKEN WING
by Shirley
ANGEL WITH A BROKEN WING
Will the gates of heaven open,
For an angel with a broken wing,
Will she be a misfit,
When the Angels sing?
She did not mean to trip and fall,
Happy on a cloud so white,
Temptation made her stumble,
Then she lost her flight.
Fallen down to Earth,
A pure and innocent child
But broke her Angels wings,
When she started running wild.
Her dreams, ho...
Will the gates of heaven open,
For an angel with a broken wing,
Will she be a misfit,
When the Angels sing?
She did not mean to trip and fall,
Happy on a cloud so white,
Temptation made her stumble,
Then she lost her flight.
Fallen down to Earth,
A pure and innocent child
But broke her Angels wings,
When she started running wild.
Her dreams, ho...
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Monday 14th July 2008 10:29 pm
The Real Life
by Zahi Sahli
My heartaches are full and bleeding still
Yet my prayers shall wash them all away.
For sadness can hunt but fails to kill;
I shall leave my hell and all dismay.
The real world is calling for me now
Where nature shall nurture my grief.
I shall soon enter paradise somehow
Guided by the strength of pure belief.
If I am caught and hunted by dreams
Then time shall leave me with despair....
Yet my prayers shall wash them all away.
For sadness can hunt but fails to kill;
I shall leave my hell and all dismay.
The real world is calling for me now
Where nature shall nurture my grief.
I shall soon enter paradise somehow
Guided by the strength of pure belief.
If I am caught and hunted by dreams
Then time shall leave me with despair....
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Monday 14th July 2008 8:30 pm
Rant number one
by Antonionioni
Another week at work, oh bloody hell
I’m a wage slave just like that Ronaldo
The millionaire that United won’t sell
Duck, Ronnie, when Fergie does the boot throw
Another week at work, bloody hell, no
At this rate I’ll be no Rockefeller
I have just bought a new umbrella though
Hey, get your hands off it, Uri Geller!
Another week at work, how to tell Her
Indoors there’s no pause o...
I’m a wage slave just like that Ronaldo
The millionaire that United won’t sell
Duck, Ronnie, when Fergie does the boot throw
Another week at work, bloody hell, no
At this rate I’ll be no Rockefeller
I have just bought a new umbrella though
Hey, get your hands off it, Uri Geller!
Another week at work, how to tell Her
Indoors there’s no pause o...
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Monday 14th July 2008 7:58 pm
As I Look to the Stars
by Zahi Sahli
As I look to the stars, I remember our times together:
Those few times we came too close to kiss.
And I know my heart shall beat for you forever,
Never forgetting its great past bliss.
Your eyes glow for me still,
And I can still feel your tender hands.
The doors have been closed but will
Never be locked for the sake of love.
Never shall a love be as pure,
And I shall never love like this again.
R...
Those few times we came too close to kiss.
And I know my heart shall beat for you forever,
Never forgetting its great past bliss.
Your eyes glow for me still,
And I can still feel your tender hands.
The doors have been closed but will
Never be locked for the sake of love.
Never shall a love be as pure,
And I shall never love like this again.
R...
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Monday 14th July 2008 12:03 pm
Sonnet III
by Louise Coulson
This was written after a trip to Marakesh, ok so I've used orange, I know!
Once seared by heat marrow changes form,
Air so arid, dry, tasting like school chalk
Epiphanies evoked through eyes of scorn
Can't comprehend these aren't Lancashire folk
New cultural laws, awareness I lack
Minaret dominates a seething mass square
Women in black robes tongues making a clack
Facinated by his gold...
Once seared by heat marrow changes form,
Air so arid, dry, tasting like school chalk
Epiphanies evoked through eyes of scorn
Can't comprehend these aren't Lancashire folk
New cultural laws, awareness I lack
Minaret dominates a seething mass square
Women in black robes tongues making a clack
Facinated by his gold...
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Monday 14th July 2008 11:13 am
Blind
by Sarah Clark
love is like a blindfold
we can not see
the difference between romance
and reality,
like looking at the sun
our eyes would burn
tears rolling down our face
its always our turn,
The thing with the truth
is that its bound to hurt
aspecally when someone
is doing the dirt
we know its happening
but we have no proof
untill he comes up to you
and tells you the truth
''i cant leav...
we can not see
the difference between romance
and reality,
like looking at the sun
our eyes would burn
tears rolling down our face
its always our turn,
The thing with the truth
is that its bound to hurt
aspecally when someone
is doing the dirt
we know its happening
but we have no proof
untill he comes up to you
and tells you the truth
''i cant leav...
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Monday 14th July 2008 2:16 am
upon the missing
by Pete Crompton
upon the missing
------------------------
the sun sets on the missing
but
if you run fast enough, rises,
or wait long enough
comes back tempered
prizes the knowledge, a previous day
learning as spirit wiser
content with flesh,ironic decay
and the tide advances and recedes
washes away
in sand all messages hopefully read
for everything
a cycle turning
for
no man no woman
will pl...
------------------------
the sun sets on the missing
but
if you run fast enough, rises,
or wait long enough
comes back tempered
prizes the knowledge, a previous day
learning as spirit wiser
content with flesh,ironic decay
and the tide advances and recedes
washes away
in sand all messages hopefully read
for everything
a cycle turning
for
no man no woman
will pl...
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Monday 14th July 2008 12:40 am
find the bastion
by Pete Crompton
I don’t know where to put my love.
I tried to express it in a box
but its tender ‘lil fingers
lifted the lid up
and it ran off for a while
and I wondered about the room
within which it cowered
once finally settled
as cold as mine?
such a gentle creature
but with fuse for a tail
exploding in inappropriate places
never a right time
nor never death for love
the boundary crossing god
is bold
the n...
I tried to express it in a box
but its tender ‘lil fingers
lifted the lid up
and it ran off for a while
and I wondered about the room
within which it cowered
once finally settled
as cold as mine?
such a gentle creature
but with fuse for a tail
exploding in inappropriate places
never a right time
nor never death for love
the boundary crossing god
is bold
the n...
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Monday 14th July 2008 12:34 am
Una Valentine
by Sarah Clark
Una tell me , why im in denial
even though you have been gone for a while
you have gone, but everything's still here
losing you Una was my biggest fear
i cant tell you how much im missing you, neither can anybody else
you gave everyone a chance, colour , age or wealth
you are a legend, that's what you are
i cant believe you are close, but yet so far
when i needed someone, id come a...
even though you have been gone for a while
you have gone, but everything's still here
losing you Una was my biggest fear
i cant tell you how much im missing you, neither can anybody else
you gave everyone a chance, colour , age or wealth
you are a legend, that's what you are
i cant believe you are close, but yet so far
when i needed someone, id come a...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 11:12 pm
Noah was here!
by Phil Golding
Noah and his wife were having a bit of a check
Of what was living on top and below the Arc’s deck
He counted the birds at the start of the day
He ran out fingers and toes, then lost his way
“It’s no good”, said Mrs Noah, “we will have to see Jack”
“True”, he said, “he’s got room in his house and outback”
So he parked the Arc outside the front of Jacks house
Dr...
Of what was living on top and below the Arc’s deck
He counted the birds at the start of the day
He ran out fingers and toes, then lost his way
“It’s no good”, said Mrs Noah, “we will have to see Jack”
“True”, he said, “he’s got room in his house and outback”
So he parked the Arc outside the front of Jacks house
Dr...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 9:39 pm
A Friend of a Friend
by Zahi Sahli
His words mirror his snobbish thoughts:
Disheartened from years of losing.
His phony tales of supreme triumph,
I find foolish and not amusing.
And you are a friend of his,
Though you two have not a sharing feather:
Your eyes are innocent, unlike his
Yet you and him walk together.
But I would not want to spoil your fun
And spoil that charming smile of yours.
Although he is gaudier than an...
Disheartened from years of losing.
His phony tales of supreme triumph,
I find foolish and not amusing.
And you are a friend of his,
Though you two have not a sharing feather:
Your eyes are innocent, unlike his
Yet you and him walk together.
But I would not want to spoil your fun
And spoil that charming smile of yours.
Although he is gaudier than an...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 8:50 pm
Learning to dance
by Antonionioni
It's Sunday, ballet show day in Stockport
They're singing 'Summer Holiday,' dancing
In stripey bathing costumes like they're taught
And at 7.30 the show's starting
Meanwhile the summer school term is ending
The real summer holiday's nearly here
And we must have one, but not depending
On bank balance or whether skies are clear
Two cappucinos and crisps please, young sir
With four new summer tops ch...
They're singing 'Summer Holiday,' dancing
In stripey bathing costumes like they're taught
And at 7.30 the show's starting
Meanwhile the summer school term is ending
The real summer holiday's nearly here
And we must have one, but not depending
On bank balance or whether skies are clear
Two cappucinos and crisps please, young sir
With four new summer tops ch...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 5:12 pm
a slight spiritual tugging
by Pete Crompton
theres a slight spiritual tugging
someone is calling from
the edge of isolation
thats fine he says to himself
as every man feels it
especially in the loaded rooms
and even in chambers,
where, we are supposed to rest drunk heads,
next to breathing forms in beds,
even there.
I suppose it's a sea of souls
the old waving not drowing situation
the old half full half empty,
life what you make it,
to...
someone is calling from
the edge of isolation
thats fine he says to himself
as every man feels it
especially in the loaded rooms
and even in chambers,
where, we are supposed to rest drunk heads,
next to breathing forms in beds,
even there.
I suppose it's a sea of souls
the old waving not drowing situation
the old half full half empty,
life what you make it,
to...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 2:03 pm
When will it pass?
by Jeffarama
When will it pass?
They tell me your past
is your very best asset
but if that is the case
then why can't I grasp it
In my darkest hour -
when, where, who and how?
Why did I do it
and what do I do now?
I'm trying to accept
but the memories wont go
I want to move on
but it's painfully slow
I cannot go back
I want to leave it behind
but day in, day out
it torment...
They tell me your past
is your very best asset
but if that is the case
then why can't I grasp it
In my darkest hour -
when, where, who and how?
Why did I do it
and what do I do now?
I'm trying to accept
but the memories wont go
I want to move on
but it's painfully slow
I cannot go back
I want to leave it behind
but day in, day out
it torment...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 1:56 pm
DOWN THE TIPPLER TOILET
by Shirley
DOWN THE TIPPLER TOILET.
A shanty old brick castle,
Stood proud in our backyard,
Cold as stone,
Was that throne,
It froze up my backside.
A broken rusty latch,
A cracked wooden door,
No chain to flush,
Far from plush,
Newspaper on the floor.
Nigh-time was so scary,
I trembled as I peeped in,
Dark shadows danced,
Held me entranced,
Adrenaline kicking in.
Spiders, creepy...
A shanty old brick castle,
Stood proud in our backyard,
Cold as stone,
Was that throne,
It froze up my backside.
A broken rusty latch,
A cracked wooden door,
No chain to flush,
Far from plush,
Newspaper on the floor.
Nigh-time was so scary,
I trembled as I peeped in,
Dark shadows danced,
Held me entranced,
Adrenaline kicking in.
Spiders, creepy...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 11:31 am
The Blind Woman
by Emily Josephine McPhillips
I see a blind woman standing by the front near to the stage whilst everyone else is perching on the edge of their chairs like interrupted conversations as they wait expectant for something to resume, but nothing does, so like the rest of them, I continue to perch.
I think the band that are playing are terrible, they sound as bad as a future where we really will wear clothes that re...
I think the band that are playing are terrible, they sound as bad as a future where we really will wear clothes that re...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 10:32 am
Last Night with Paul Carter, Attila the Stockbroker and Tv Smith
by Cayn White
Cheers to all who came and showed there support at last nights gig at The Shay in Halifax
Paul Carter was his usual ammusing self and played a highly energetic set or old and new songs, his album "Old Enough to Know Better" is definatly a must buy!
Attila was fantastic and once again managed to grab peoples attention with his mix of serious and humourous poems, songs and stories,
And Tv Smith was...
Paul Carter was his usual ammusing self and played a highly energetic set or old and new songs, his album "Old Enough to Know Better" is definatly a must buy!
Attila was fantastic and once again managed to grab peoples attention with his mix of serious and humourous poems, songs and stories,
And Tv Smith was...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 10:04 am
Noises from above
by Antonionioni
Singing and clapping in her bed upstairs
My daughter, five, too excited for sleep
I think she's happy - I can hear the airs
From Mary Poppins, not counting of sheep
Hush! All is quiet now. Will slumber creep
Into her room to claim her soon? Surely
As darkness keeps falling from space so steep
Her shadowed face, her eyelids so heavy
Will slink like a black cat in jungle tree
Into the silence, into...
My daughter, five, too excited for sleep
I think she's happy - I can hear the airs
From Mary Poppins, not counting of sheep
Hush! All is quiet now. Will slumber creep
Into her room to claim her soon? Surely
As darkness keeps falling from space so steep
Her shadowed face, her eyelids so heavy
Will slink like a black cat in jungle tree
Into the silence, into...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 9:23 am
More work in progress
by Bethan Townsend
So, for this thing I'm doing on deviantART I'm trying to keep writing as much as possible every week. So in response to the word 'limit' I ended up with
Window Licker.
The sky is not my limit,
I'm an astronaut so no one can stop me,
Flying above your head.
For years in class rooms, lecture rooms,
conference rooms, living rooms,
I listened in corners, flowering across walls.
Licking windows for y...
Window Licker.
The sky is not my limit,
I'm an astronaut so no one can stop me,
Flying above your head.
For years in class rooms, lecture rooms,
conference rooms, living rooms,
I listened in corners, flowering across walls.
Licking windows for y...
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Sunday 13th July 2008 2:06 am
Sonnet 1 - work in progress
by mr stephen
We fill our little daily lives with jobs
and lists of lists of mindless tasks
to fill the emptiness we fear. We swab
and mop and hope to God that no-one asks.
We need to fill our minds with soap and sud
to wash away the dead and hopeless dreams.
So life is clean and safe and sweet
and white and crisp where every surface gleams.
A world where every thought and deed is pure
and any misdemeanour ho...
and lists of lists of mindless tasks
to fill the emptiness we fear. We swab
and mop and hope to God that no-one asks.
We need to fill our minds with soap and sud
to wash away the dead and hopeless dreams.
So life is clean and safe and sweet
and white and crisp where every surface gleams.
A world where every thought and deed is pure
and any misdemeanour ho...
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Saturday 12th July 2008 11:31 pm
Walls of Mine
by Melissa R. Mendelson
These walls of mine
stand as tall as towers,
threatening to steal the sun,
but still I look up,
defying these brick stones
keeping me standing in one place.
These walls of mine
cage me in,
keeping the world
just out of my reach,
but my hands have begun
to break the stones.
These walls mock me
for they still tower above,
they still keep me here,
and here I stand
with dreams in me
begging to break
t...
stand as tall as towers,
threatening to steal the sun,
but still I look up,
defying these brick stones
keeping me standing in one place.
These walls of mine
cage me in,
keeping the world
just out of my reach,
but my hands have begun
to break the stones.
These walls mock me
for they still tower above,
they still keep me here,
and here I stand
with dreams in me
begging to break
t...
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Saturday 12th July 2008 3:54 pm
Essence of Natures Produce.
by Janet Ramsden
Delicate petals form trumpets of gold,
Their stems erect, yet so fragile
Nestle amongst ribbons of green,
Glistening in the morning dew.
A butterfly hovers. Gossamer wings
Spread wide, soaking up the sun.
Earthy reds , brown and orange,
So bright for such a delicate one.
From a chrysalis, a thing of beauty,
Awaits its fate, however short, or long.
A spiders web, silky and crocheted...
Their stems erect, yet so fragile
Nestle amongst ribbons of green,
Glistening in the morning dew.
A butterfly hovers. Gossamer wings
Spread wide, soaking up the sun.
Earthy reds , brown and orange,
So bright for such a delicate one.
From a chrysalis, a thing of beauty,
Awaits its fate, however short, or long.
A spiders web, silky and crocheted...
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Saturday 12th July 2008 2:51 pm
Cross the Crimson Tide
by Phil Golding
Cross the crimson tide
That snakes, dividing the vale divide
With stories I was plied of hero’s who’d death defied
How they’d crossed the crimson tide,
They lied
Deep inside I’d tried
Failed to reach the other side
My demise can’t be denied
Body tossed by crimson tide
Cascading down the vale divide
Like a child’s toy down playground slide
I cried out in great pain, i...
That snakes, dividing the vale divide
With stories I was plied of hero’s who’d death defied
How they’d crossed the crimson tide,
They lied
Deep inside I’d tried
Failed to reach the other side
My demise can’t be denied
Body tossed by crimson tide
Cascading down the vale divide
Like a child’s toy down playground slide
I cried out in great pain, i...
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Saturday 12th July 2008 8:26 am
First Lady of the Hanging Tree
by Sandre Clays
First Lady of the Hanging Tree
Ah Chipita, why do you moan?
You were old, or so they said,
never had much of a life
in that lean to shack.
Did travellers truly appreciate
the hospitality of your verandah?
And if you meddled in politics
there had to be a price.
Set up to take the rap,
when the axe cleaved John Savage
it cut a noose for you,
as Aransas dripped...
Ah Chipita, why do you moan?
You were old, or so they said,
never had much of a life
in that lean to shack.
Did travellers truly appreciate
the hospitality of your verandah?
And if you meddled in politics
there had to be a price.
Set up to take the rap,
when the axe cleaved John Savage
it cut a noose for you,
as Aransas dripped...
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Saturday 12th July 2008 1:12 am
Lichfield Festival
by mr stephen
I'm gonna be
doin poetry
in Lichfield
On Sunday
Hooray
Will anyone be there too
To say "hello" to?
doin poetry
in Lichfield
On Sunday
Hooray
Will anyone be there too
To say "hello" to?
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Friday 11th July 2008 10:09 pm
'simple pleasures flick super switches'
by Pete Crompton
Girls use brooms for pleasure,
just like witches
no men around to itch the twitches,
or rather, man banished,
Cuz libido vanished in a puff overnight.
Hocus pocus!
I summon man or ‘bloke us’ (or whatever his name is)
to promptly disappear
his widget thing is nowhere near,
as good as the vibrato gear,
I buy from here,
and there
he is redundant
he is spare
for tonight
I send him out with a k...
just like witches
no men around to itch the twitches,
or rather, man banished,
Cuz libido vanished in a puff overnight.
Hocus pocus!
I summon man or ‘bloke us’ (or whatever his name is)
to promptly disappear
his widget thing is nowhere near,
as good as the vibrato gear,
I buy from here,
and there
he is redundant
he is spare
for tonight
I send him out with a k...
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Friday 11th July 2008 9:46 pm
Between drinks
by Antonionioni
I was drunk but I’m almost sober now
And when I am I’ll pour another one
It’s fun to drink but you have got to know
When you should stop so you can get things done
And besides, being sober can be fun
You can do ironing and stuff like that
You can keep fit: cycle, go for a run
Talk to your mum, have showers, feed the cat
Play with your kid for hours, they’re no brat
Except when y...
And when I am I’ll pour another one
It’s fun to drink but you have got to know
When you should stop so you can get things done
And besides, being sober can be fun
You can do ironing and stuff like that
You can keep fit: cycle, go for a run
Talk to your mum, have showers, feed the cat
Play with your kid for hours, they’re no brat
Except when y...
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Friday 11th July 2008 9:13 pm
i'd love to be You...
by Mark David Mahoney
My pleasures are simple
in this life at least
i dine when i'm hungry
i eat but dont feast
i laugh when i'm happy
and cry when i'm sad
i try to do good
but often do bad
i smile when contented
but still think to deep
i try to be patient
but still wake from sleep
hoping this new day
will change what i see
i'd love to be you
but i cant help be me...
i worry for nothing
when noth...
in this life at least
i dine when i'm hungry
i eat but dont feast
i laugh when i'm happy
and cry when i'm sad
i try to do good
but often do bad
i smile when contented
but still think to deep
i try to be patient
but still wake from sleep
hoping this new day
will change what i see
i'd love to be you
but i cant help be me...
i worry for nothing
when noth...
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Friday 11th July 2008 8:40 pm
A NOTE
by Zuzanna Musial
Just For You
My wonderful friends
I miss you, only the silence
And the clicking of a keyboard
When I am writing this note
Just for you
In this wonderful sunny day
You must be very busy
How do you do…?
Thinking of you again
Hope the weather is beautiful
Where are you?
Summer in full glory
And the time well spend
Relax...
My wonderful friends
I miss you, only the silence
And the clicking of a keyboard
When I am writing this note
Just for you
In this wonderful sunny day
You must be very busy
How do you do…?
Thinking of you again
Hope the weather is beautiful
Where are you?
Summer in full glory
And the time well spend
Relax...
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Friday 11th July 2008 8:00 pm
Apparantley, the penis is the centre of the universe
by Pete Crompton
The penis is the centre of the universe
I site the case of the maypole
hero
worship
Or a Beckham goal-
He bangs em in,
To waiting nets
The posts, the thighs,
the mesh, fishnets
To a raptures applause
Clicked castanets
Scores
in underwear huge
And in everything phallic
Like big silver rocket
Like snooker cue
Ball and socket
Fucking up at the sky
And in everything penis
In rhyming songs
Sexual...
I site the case of the maypole
hero
worship
Or a Beckham goal-
He bangs em in,
To waiting nets
The posts, the thighs,
the mesh, fishnets
To a raptures applause
Clicked castanets
Scores
in underwear huge
And in everything phallic
Like big silver rocket
Like snooker cue
Ball and socket
Fucking up at the sky
And in everything penis
In rhyming songs
Sexual...
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Friday 11th July 2008 6:22 pm
Heaven's Flavor
by Zahi Sahli
My rhyme speaks only of you
Praising you so dearly;
And my words are simply true
Admiring you, sincerely.
My verses sing our song
But though they are yours,
Our love is still young;
Let love take its course:
We are still new lovers
Our love shall grow with time,
And bloom as April’s flowers
Adding warmth to my rhyme;
Still you are my love and one I favor,
But too much of heaven loses heaven’s...
Praising you so dearly;
And my words are simply true
Admiring you, sincerely.
My verses sing our song
But though they are yours,
Our love is still young;
Let love take its course:
We are still new lovers
Our love shall grow with time,
And bloom as April’s flowers
Adding warmth to my rhyme;
Still you are my love and one I favor,
But too much of heaven loses heaven’s...
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Friday 11th July 2008 3:04 pm
Binge drinking
by Sarah Clark
Ive had a bit of a problem with booze for some time now
im not a alcoholic, im not alcohol dependent
but i am a heavy binge drinker, i seem to run to drink all the time..
... even though i know i wont find the answer and the bottom of a bottle ( or 4 )
i wrote this a while ago
when i started to realise my drinking was becoming a problem
im nineteen now
i still dont get served in the sho...
im not a alcoholic, im not alcohol dependent
but i am a heavy binge drinker, i seem to run to drink all the time..
... even though i know i wont find the answer and the bottom of a bottle ( or 4 )
i wrote this a while ago
when i started to realise my drinking was becoming a problem
im nineteen now
i still dont get served in the sho...
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Friday 11th July 2008 1:25 pm
Shape
by Neil Francis Brooks
I SHAPE THE ALPHABET EVERYDAY
as if it was clay
of a luminous day
in my mind i mold
the inner me.
as if it was clay
of a luminous day
in my mind i mold
the inner me.
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Friday 11th July 2008 10:04 am
Into the consciousness
by Neil Francis Brooks
I have studied the words,They are just
like jazz presevered in the tonal air,
Let the language find your soul,
Play the trumpet of your voice,
Find that melody in the sea of streets,
Dance a little,
Wait to the sound floats,
Write in the half-light of the page,
The words will entertain you when
your soul gets lonely,
Drift among your senses....
like jazz presevered in the tonal air,
Let the language find your soul,
Play the trumpet of your voice,
Find that melody in the sea of streets,
Dance a little,
Wait to the sound floats,
Write in the half-light of the page,
The words will entertain you when
your soul gets lonely,
Drift among your senses....
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Friday 11th July 2008 9:45 am
The rain meditates
by Neil Francis Brooks
The gongs and drums
of the mind are in a rhythm,
the moon is light in the blossom,
raindrops descend
like pearls,
sleek clouds ride the wind
into forever,
wet trees flit and fro
like noble beings
to patterened pitter,
the river and me
sit in the blue brush
of the road of sky for flight
for only sacred birds,
the rain falls
lightly
into
a fine mist,
I see your drunk eyes
lost...
of the mind are in a rhythm,
the moon is light in the blossom,
raindrops descend
like pearls,
sleek clouds ride the wind
into forever,
wet trees flit and fro
like noble beings
to patterened pitter,
the river and me
sit in the blue brush
of the road of sky for flight
for only sacred birds,
the rain falls
lightly
into
a fine mist,
I see your drunk eyes
lost...
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Friday 11th July 2008 9:32 am
by Shirley
Fragile Soul
Unclosed wounds that never heal,
Too painfully raw to scar,
Life on the line,
With a shattered spine,
The knife stabbed in too far.
The Ego is bruised and battered,
Damaged beyond repair,
A worthless mess,
Cries of distress,
Does anyone truly care?
Eyes that guard relentless tears,
Eternally red and swollen,
The voice is weak,
Too timid to speak...
Unclosed wounds that never heal,
Too painfully raw to scar,
Life on the line,
With a shattered spine,
The knife stabbed in too far.
The Ego is bruised and battered,
Damaged beyond repair,
A worthless mess,
Cries of distress,
Does anyone truly care?
Eyes that guard relentless tears,
Eternally red and swollen,
The voice is weak,
Too timid to speak...
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Friday 11th July 2008 8:05 am
Food for sport
by Antonionioni
I’m a bean baker, been baking beans years
You’re a cream icer, both nice cool careers
I eat Marmite, but Ma might not, I fear
Reg eats his veg at tables very near
My brother scratches pork with a fork. Queer!
My mother eats a pizza. Mamma mia!
Green beans? I do a runner. My scene’s beer
Ketchup makes me retch up. Tomatoes? Bleuurrggh!
My daughter drinks water; that should be clear...
You’re a cream icer, both nice cool careers
I eat Marmite, but Ma might not, I fear
Reg eats his veg at tables very near
My brother scratches pork with a fork. Queer!
My mother eats a pizza. Mamma mia!
Green beans? I do a runner. My scene’s beer
Ketchup makes me retch up. Tomatoes? Bleuurrggh!
My daughter drinks water; that should be clear...
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Friday 11th July 2008 12:46 am
Fears
by Sarah Clark
I dont wanna see my loved ones die
because if i do i know my end is nigh,
I self harm on the inside
not on the out
i dont have cuts and bruses
to flaunt all about,
i dont need attention
love or respect
because all of those things
i really do get,
All i want is a real guarantee
that good health and happiness
for my family
like someone said
DEATH IS CERTAIN
LIFE IS NOT
that is the...
because if i do i know my end is nigh,
I self harm on the inside
not on the out
i dont have cuts and bruses
to flaunt all about,
i dont need attention
love or respect
because all of those things
i really do get,
All i want is a real guarantee
that good health and happiness
for my family
like someone said
DEATH IS CERTAIN
LIFE IS NOT
that is the...
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Thursday 10th July 2008 10:41 pm
falling out with mumz....
by Sarah Clark
we have made friends now
i was just a lil upset.....
Im dropping of the keys to your home
because the way you treat me, id rather be alone
you can keep your kndness, your loving and your care
because guess what mum
you were never there
you told me when you were pregnant, you wanted rid of me
why you telling me now, ive just turned twenty
but what you gonna do, im a basterd, and im s...
i was just a lil upset.....
Im dropping of the keys to your home
because the way you treat me, id rather be alone
you can keep your kndness, your loving and your care
because guess what mum
you were never there
you told me when you were pregnant, you wanted rid of me
why you telling me now, ive just turned twenty
but what you gonna do, im a basterd, and im s...
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Thursday 10th July 2008 5:16 pm
BEAUTIFUL LIFE
by Zuzanna Musial
When I saw you the first time
My heart was filled with joy
The feelings about you so real and true
I thought you were the one
I was always looking for
But our paths never crossed before
I knew in my heart that I need
To get to know you
But there were many people around
The crowd was busy talking
But you stood there alone thinking
You did not know me yet
Your eyes were gazing over t...
My heart was filled with joy
The feelings about you so real and true
I thought you were the one
I was always looking for
But our paths never crossed before
I knew in my heart that I need
To get to know you
But there were many people around
The crowd was busy talking
But you stood there alone thinking
You did not know me yet
Your eyes were gazing over t...
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Thursday 10th July 2008 4:33 pm
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
by WalkaboutsVerse / David Franks
Poem 118 of 230: WHALLEY ABBEY...WHAT TALES? - AUTUMN 2000
Cistercian monks have clearly been -
Their Abbey’s ruins can still be seen;
And, sounding for centuries before,
Calder flows have passed - seeking the shore.
Lords of the grounds have, more lately, stayed -
Their manor houses reused and unscathed.
Through beautiful gardens insects fly -
The ruins of folk just a pass-by;
A...
Cistercian monks have clearly been -
Their Abbey’s ruins can still be seen;
And, sounding for centuries before,
Calder flows have passed - seeking the shore.
Lords of the grounds have, more lately, stayed -
Their manor houses reused and unscathed.
Through beautiful gardens insects fly -
The ruins of folk just a pass-by;
A...
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Thursday 10th July 2008 3:56 pm
Passing Over
by Richard Brooks
He walks down a road
a dusty road
endlessly long
a scream
quiet earth
earthly scream
Shattered walls
the sky falls
"Stop this train!" He shouted
"I want to vacate"
"Too late" the dead conductor called
"This train has already crashed"
"Into the past!"
"Would you like to join me? I have a grave for us. It is vast"
He made his way down the road
Two wild dogs walked at his sides
he dru...
a dusty road
endlessly long
a scream
quiet earth
earthly scream
Shattered walls
the sky falls
"Stop this train!" He shouted
"I want to vacate"
"Too late" the dead conductor called
"This train has already crashed"
"Into the past!"
"Would you like to join me? I have a grave for us. It is vast"
He made his way down the road
Two wild dogs walked at his sides
he dru...
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Thursday 10th July 2008 3:24 pm
Footsteps
by Richard Brooks
Footsteps on the veranda
Footsteps on the pavement
Footsteps to the end of the road
Walking towards your dream
you couldn't let go
Your fairytale dreams
follow them with your feet
Searching through unmarked boxes
In painted scenes
for your diamond dreams
Footsteps through the courtyard
Footsteps down the marble stairs
will you wait for me there?
Tell me if your going t...
Footsteps on the pavement
Footsteps to the end of the road
Walking towards your dream
you couldn't let go
Your fairytale dreams
follow them with your feet
Searching through unmarked boxes
In painted scenes
for your diamond dreams
Footsteps through the courtyard
Footsteps down the marble stairs
will you wait for me there?
Tell me if your going t...
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Thursday 10th July 2008 3:02 pm
alcohol
by Pete Crompton
misbehave
With the bottom of the bottle
and drink my last drop
as I sleep
You crave and creep for
a quick little fix of it
just one last hit of it
one last quivering fit of it
last drink doctors orders
whole world mad
im doing fine fuck off
marauders of fun
im cooking up for number one
with diamond white blast
or smirnoff run
of the mill
im selfish
so leave me alone with it....
doin fine wi...
With the bottom of the bottle
and drink my last drop
as I sleep
You crave and creep for
a quick little fix of it
just one last hit of it
one last quivering fit of it
last drink doctors orders
whole world mad
im doing fine fuck off
marauders of fun
im cooking up for number one
with diamond white blast
or smirnoff run
of the mill
im selfish
so leave me alone with it....
doin fine wi...
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Thursday 10th July 2008 12:19 am
Oh, What A Fix A'm In!
by Janet Ramsden
'Ello again, all o thee eowt the'er.
Although, i really cawn't see.
Coz i av fert use me readin' specs,
'n thru this blur of a lens,
I cawn't tell Shirleys from't Sheilas,
'er even't Bills from't Bens.
'N' Oh, what a fix a'm in!
A'm new to this game tha' sees,
A've only bin once befoor.
N't last time a cum,a dropped a
pint a lager, an' it smashed
all over't floower.
Barmaid wuz...
Although, i really cawn't see.
Coz i av fert use me readin' specs,
'n thru this blur of a lens,
I cawn't tell Shirleys from't Sheilas,
'er even't Bills from't Bens.
'N' Oh, what a fix a'm in!
A'm new to this game tha' sees,
A've only bin once befoor.
N't last time a cum,a dropped a
pint a lager, an' it smashed
all over't floower.
Barmaid wuz...
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Wednesday 9th July 2008 11:41 pm
Lady Of The Night
by Sean Stanley
Sex club in view
I walk in desolate and alienated
Watching maids of France
The ladies of the night
I sit sheepishly next to the glutton male
Sour beer bottle on the table
I swipe and swallow
My expectations are ceased to a chill
Yellowish and dirty
Soiled in age
Pink brassiere
Tough and silky
Once more, a bra
She is the lady of tonight
She is my lady for the night...
I walk in desolate and alienated
Watching maids of France
The ladies of the night
I sit sheepishly next to the glutton male
Sour beer bottle on the table
I swipe and swallow
My expectations are ceased to a chill
Yellowish and dirty
Soiled in age
Pink brassiere
Tough and silky
Once more, a bra
She is the lady of tonight
She is my lady for the night...
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Wednesday 9th July 2008 11:28 pm
I Knew You Once
by Sean Stanley
I knew you once
When you were saturated in grandeur
And soared on an elevated throne
The astounding girl next door
With a freckled face
Now I can see you, chipped nails and rouge
We calmed sexual frustration
And gaped at Cezanne
You spewed love like fire
From your intrinsic womb
I was anchored to your foundations
I would sail to you swiftly
With no sense of wrong doing
Now dusk fall...
When you were saturated in grandeur
And soared on an elevated throne
The astounding girl next door
With a freckled face
Now I can see you, chipped nails and rouge
We calmed sexual frustration
And gaped at Cezanne
You spewed love like fire
From your intrinsic womb
I was anchored to your foundations
I would sail to you swiftly
With no sense of wrong doing
Now dusk fall...
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Wednesday 9th July 2008 11:09 pm
Drowned rat
by Antonionioni
Before the rain fell down on me I looked
Okay but now my hair’s a little flat
Before the rain fell down on me and cooked
My goose, it was loose, now a welcome mat
Outside the rugby changing rooms shares that
Appearance with my barnet. Tarnished, wet
Bedraggled, straggling like spaghetti spat
From some drunk mouth, gone south and never ate
Before the rain fell down on me I met
You and...
Okay but now my hair’s a little flat
Before the rain fell down on me and cooked
My goose, it was loose, now a welcome mat
Outside the rugby changing rooms shares that
Appearance with my barnet. Tarnished, wet
Bedraggled, straggling like spaghetti spat
From some drunk mouth, gone south and never ate
Before the rain fell down on me I met
You and...
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Wednesday 9th July 2008 9:21 pm
After the last one
by Bethan Townsend
OK, so last time I blogged I got quite a positive response from my admission of shyness (or whatever) regarding live mic stuff.
I'm still not so sure about it (in that I've been working too much to get a chance to get out) but I figure I'll keep updating here and see how I feel.
I upload my poetry mainly to http://dirtysmalltowngirl.deviantart.com but well...I guess I could add more here.
Like...
I'm still not so sure about it (in that I've been working too much to get a chance to get out) but I figure I'll keep updating here and see how I feel.
I upload my poetry mainly to http://dirtysmalltowngirl.deviantart.com but well...I guess I could add more here.
Like...
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Wednesday 9th July 2008 1:49 pm
HiYa!
by Sarah Clark
hiya
im quite new to this,
so im not quite sure what to expect
eny whoo -
my name is Sarah, i live in Liverpool, though im from Manchester (and i still feel the need to walk around Liverpool with my Manchester city top on lol )
i was kinda guided to this site by my sister Angela who told me that Len ( http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/lenfordwhite ) had poems that he had wrote about o...
im quite new to this,
so im not quite sure what to expect
eny whoo -
my name is Sarah, i live in Liverpool, though im from Manchester (and i still feel the need to walk around Liverpool with my Manchester city top on lol )
i was kinda guided to this site by my sister Angela who told me that Len ( http://www.writeoutloud.net/poets/lenfordwhite ) had poems that he had wrote about o...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 10:22 pm
Street scenes
by Antonionioni
On Manchester streets you can see it all
Sit with a coffee and observe the show
In Piccadilly Gardens have a ball
Then have another in Caffe Nero
There’s trams and tramps, there’s beggars (just say no)
There’s cloudy skies and drinks, there’s ciggie smoke
The rumbling thunder of buses that slow
And stop, raining people, so many folk
Some busy, others dizzy. Fizzy Coke
At café p...
Sit with a coffee and observe the show
In Piccadilly Gardens have a ball
Then have another in Caffe Nero
There’s trams and tramps, there’s beggars (just say no)
There’s cloudy skies and drinks, there’s ciggie smoke
The rumbling thunder of buses that slow
And stop, raining people, so many folk
Some busy, others dizzy. Fizzy Coke
At café p...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 10:21 pm
Spongebob Squarepants Must Die
by Cayn White
Spongebob Squarepants Must Die
Annoying little sponge with that annoying little laugh
If he wasn’t so absorbent then I’d drown him in the bath
Or lock him in his pineapple house so he has no place to run
Then put it on dry land and watch that bastard dry out in the sun
I’m not gonna mince my words, I see no reason to lie
‘Cos every time I see him I know, Spongebob Squarepants must die!...
Annoying little sponge with that annoying little laugh
If he wasn’t so absorbent then I’d drown him in the bath
Or lock him in his pineapple house so he has no place to run
Then put it on dry land and watch that bastard dry out in the sun
I’m not gonna mince my words, I see no reason to lie
‘Cos every time I see him I know, Spongebob Squarepants must die!...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 9:06 pm
Magaluf.
by Janet Ramsden
I hadn't been away in a couple years,
was invited along to Magaluf. I looked
forward with some trepidation.Eight
in two rooms seemed more than enough.
Apart from enjoying a little privacy,
I really hardly knew this crew. But
I saved up hard, even won some. It
would be churlish not to see this through.
We arrived in Spain, thankfully no rain.
In fact it was blissfully hot.Our rooms...
was invited along to Magaluf. I looked
forward with some trepidation.Eight
in two rooms seemed more than enough.
Apart from enjoying a little privacy,
I really hardly knew this crew. But
I saved up hard, even won some. It
would be churlish not to see this through.
We arrived in Spain, thankfully no rain.
In fact it was blissfully hot.Our rooms...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 6:39 pm
More than Friends
by Mirna Arabi
Two bodies in separate places
So near yet so far
Both have been waiting
True love to enter their hearts,
Strong feelings they hold
Hidden words can't be told
Friends that what all call
Forever, always, nothing more,
Two souls blocked by miles
Sorrow being seen through their eyes
Each trying to break the ice
But huge silence between them lies,
Could they ever be more than friends?
Or their de...
So near yet so far
Both have been waiting
True love to enter their hearts,
Strong feelings they hold
Hidden words can't be told
Friends that what all call
Forever, always, nothing more,
Two souls blocked by miles
Sorrow being seen through their eyes
Each trying to break the ice
But huge silence between them lies,
Could they ever be more than friends?
Or their de...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 5:01 pm
remember i did not die, i am not asleep, im on a journey
by Anna Marie Grinter
Remember Iam not a sleep, Iam on a journey
You Slipt away In your sleep carried away by the tides of time, You said your goodbyes. We shall remember you In our dreams and In our Hearts
You are my love ever lasting love and there you shall remain buried within me to embrace
I shall stand and wait for your return longing to hold you once again to be at peace...
You Slipt away In your sleep carried away by the tides of time, You said your goodbyes. We shall remember you In our dreams and In our Hearts
You are my love ever lasting love and there you shall remain buried within me to embrace
I shall stand and wait for your return longing to hold you once again to be at peace...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 2:59 pm
The Lizard King
by Richard Brooks
Last night I shared a bottle of whiskey with Jim Morrison
he brought acid to the table
we may have been surrounded by indians
his soul jumped into mine
I had a vision of an ancient burial ground
I saw chaeos
He showed me a planet
"They have yet to find this" he said
He called it "Intemperance"
"We bring no wealth here" He said
"Wealth is good for one thing only. Dissipation."
He introdu...
he brought acid to the table
we may have been surrounded by indians
his soul jumped into mine
I had a vision of an ancient burial ground
I saw chaeos
He showed me a planet
"They have yet to find this" he said
He called it "Intemperance"
"We bring no wealth here" He said
"Wealth is good for one thing only. Dissipation."
He introdu...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 2:48 pm
Writers workshop poem 1
by Neil Francis Brooks
Above the moonlike
glow of everything fickle
come the glazed insects
of a frozen night
flagged into a zig zag
path
of the transparent bowl
in the scoop of light
the tinted world
of all that shines
worlds beyond the garden
glow
they are reading
insect literature
while bats are swooping
dusk in blind desire
and sonar
in the orange
aurora
on the old paper
in the sunset flux
of p...
glow of everything fickle
come the glazed insects
of a frozen night
flagged into a zig zag
path
of the transparent bowl
in the scoop of light
the tinted world
of all that shines
worlds beyond the garden
glow
they are reading
insect literature
while bats are swooping
dusk in blind desire
and sonar
in the orange
aurora
on the old paper
in the sunset flux
of p...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 11:05 am
THE ANT AND THE BOGGART
by Shirley
Boggart Hole Clough is a beautiful place locally, where we go for picnics. Full of nature...and a Boggart!
THE ANT AND THE BOGGART
Dark spindly branches, crisscross shadows on the floor,
Little Ant comes crawling out and knocks on Rabbit’s door,
“I have lost my friends,” said Ant in despair,
“Don’t be asking me, go and find the Hare,
The last time I saw th...
THE ANT AND THE BOGGART
Dark spindly branches, crisscross shadows on the floor,
Little Ant comes crawling out and knocks on Rabbit’s door,
“I have lost my friends,” said Ant in despair,
“Don’t be asking me, go and find the Hare,
The last time I saw th...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 6:45 am
Secrets and Dreams
by Phil Golding
Then life itself thundered past my guard
Conveyed on thorough bred stallion
Making random runs, crisscrossing
On my delicately woven colour rich tapestry
A lovingly created patchwork quilt, my persona
Great swathes of aubergine secrets and tangerine dreams
Haphazardly trampled under unrelenting hooves
Spilling into a polluted cloud of dust
Swirls of turbulence grind nurtured i...
Conveyed on thorough bred stallion
Making random runs, crisscrossing
On my delicately woven colour rich tapestry
A lovingly created patchwork quilt, my persona
Great swathes of aubergine secrets and tangerine dreams
Haphazardly trampled under unrelenting hooves
Spilling into a polluted cloud of dust
Swirls of turbulence grind nurtured i...
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Tuesday 8th July 2008 12:51 am
WE ARE THE END
by Robbie Hurst
We are mammals, we are human
We are men, we are woman
We are young, we are old.
We fight, we kill
We maim, we rape
We steal, we lie
We kidnap, we starve
We work, we consume
We gorge, we complain
We pray, we obey
We hide, we run
We hate, we love
We laugh, we cry
We create, we suffer
We destroy, we ignore
We live, we die...
We are men, we are woman
We are young, we are old.
We fight, we kill
We maim, we rape
We steal, we lie
We kidnap, we starve
We work, we consume
We gorge, we complain
We pray, we obey
We hide, we run
We hate, we love
We laugh, we cry
We create, we suffer
We destroy, we ignore
We live, we die...
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Monday 7th July 2008 10:14 pm
Goldfishfinger
by Antonionioni
Two goldfish swimming round and round their bowl
Do they long for the lakes, rivers and seas?
Do they get on, or are they perhaps poles
Apart, two different personalities?
Would they like their own bowl one day, if fees
Are not too high, not too much interest due?
Or do they go with the flow, although these
Bowls don’t have flows, tides or that much to do?
Some people put pirate ships...
Do they long for the lakes, rivers and seas?
Do they get on, or are they perhaps poles
Apart, two different personalities?
Would they like their own bowl one day, if fees
Are not too high, not too much interest due?
Or do they go with the flow, although these
Bowls don’t have flows, tides or that much to do?
Some people put pirate ships...
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Monday 7th July 2008 8:26 pm
A Step Back in Time.
by Janet Ramsden
A step back in time.
It was only yesterday.
Through a maelstrom of motorway
traffic and lanes, hail and rain,
into tree lined avenues and
over islands in the stream
of tarmacadam roads.
I reached my destination with
half an hour to spare, until
entering a time warp, steeped
in history. An enormous library
in one octagonal room.
Where penny arrows and bubblegum
mingle with lemon bo...
It was only yesterday.
Through a maelstrom of motorway
traffic and lanes, hail and rain,
into tree lined avenues and
over islands in the stream
of tarmacadam roads.
I reached my destination with
half an hour to spare, until
entering a time warp, steeped
in history. An enormous library
in one octagonal room.
Where penny arrows and bubblegum
mingle with lemon bo...
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Monday 7th July 2008 6:38 pm
Gift of Words
by Richard Brooks
When the earths starts to shake,
knocking you down,
cutting the delicateness of your sides.
Pick yourself up
and walk towards
a fresh open door in your mind.
The steps may be high
and the roads may be long
but something somewhere's got to give
and when you finally achieve
what for so long has been your dream
you can hold your head up in pride
The melody plays
to offer you praise...
knocking you down,
cutting the delicateness of your sides.
Pick yourself up
and walk towards
a fresh open door in your mind.
The steps may be high
and the roads may be long
but something somewhere's got to give
and when you finally achieve
what for so long has been your dream
you can hold your head up in pride
The melody plays
to offer you praise...
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Monday 7th July 2008 4:06 pm
DISTURBED SLEEP
by Shirley
DISTURBED SLEEP
Devils, imps, mischievous things,
Fallen angels bear black wings,
Murderers, murders, broken bones,
Fights, battles, groans and moans,
Axe hacked head, melting skin,
Hideous monsters playing violin,
Black skies, clouds shaped of planes,
Thunder roars, bursts of flames,
Rolling, dodging, as lightening strikes,
Colours of the rainbow, shine so bright,
Scalpels sharpened...
Devils, imps, mischievous things,
Fallen angels bear black wings,
Murderers, murders, broken bones,
Fights, battles, groans and moans,
Axe hacked head, melting skin,
Hideous monsters playing violin,
Black skies, clouds shaped of planes,
Thunder roars, bursts of flames,
Rolling, dodging, as lightening strikes,
Colours of the rainbow, shine so bright,
Scalpels sharpened...
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Monday 7th July 2008 1:16 pm
A dogger and a swinger
by Richard Brooks
"Mrs Robinson, where is your daughter off to?"
"Oh, she's off to meet a stranger in a bush."
"Mrs Robinson, is that not dangerous?"
"No, not at all" She exclaimed "Lots of other strangers go there too! Come here I'll show you!"
"Mrs Robinson it seems strange"
"Not at all, its like an internet community."
"Mrs Robinson are you deranged? It looks alot like dogging!"
"No, I don't think so" She...
"Oh, she's off to meet a stranger in a bush."
"Mrs Robinson, is that not dangerous?"
"No, not at all" She exclaimed "Lots of other strangers go there too! Come here I'll show you!"
"Mrs Robinson it seems strange"
"Not at all, its like an internet community."
"Mrs Robinson are you deranged? It looks alot like dogging!"
"No, I don't think so" She...
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Monday 7th July 2008 12:22 pm
Standing Above Water
by Melissa R. Mendelson
I want you to know me.
A sea of endless faces
has flooded the new frontier,
cyberspace,
and a million voices are crying,
crying to be heard.
Dreams stretch across the void.
This is my vision,
this is my story.
Fingers pound the keyboard.
Eyes flash across the words
written across the screen.
No longer lost
but a face forming in digital,
a prescence is felt,
and the sea no longer dro...
A sea of endless faces
has flooded the new frontier,
cyberspace,
and a million voices are crying,
crying to be heard.
Dreams stretch across the void.
This is my vision,
this is my story.
Fingers pound the keyboard.
Eyes flash across the words
written across the screen.
No longer lost
but a face forming in digital,
a prescence is felt,
and the sea no longer dro...
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Sunday 6th July 2008 9:28 pm
Love and the rest
by Richard Brooks
Delightfully marked with the pictures of love
it takes the shape of a drunken dove
you love to watch the sun go down
watching it come up makes our faces turn brown
I can see that every scar has history
and every wound has its own story
and even though its a thing of the past
I must caress so the pain doesn't last
Love and the rest
so easy to use
Love and the rest
So easy to lose...
it takes the shape of a drunken dove
you love to watch the sun go down
watching it come up makes our faces turn brown
I can see that every scar has history
and every wound has its own story
and even though its a thing of the past
I must caress so the pain doesn't last
Love and the rest
so easy to use
Love and the rest
So easy to lose...
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Sunday 6th July 2008 7:45 pm
This is England
by Daniel Hooks
This is England
Land of the brave
Land of the free
Land of the CCTV
Land of big brother in nanny state clothes
When will people finally realise nobody knows!
Land of terrorism on the news
Land of liberal views
Land of the prim and the proper
Land of being done by a copper if your drunk and disorderly
Its nothin...
Land of the brave
Land of the free
Land of the CCTV
Land of big brother in nanny state clothes
When will people finally realise nobody knows!
Land of terrorism on the news
Land of liberal views
Land of the prim and the proper
Land of being done by a copper if your drunk and disorderly
Its nothin...
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Sunday 6th July 2008 4:20 pm
PLANET HOME
by Shirley
PLANET HOME
I do not belong on Earth,
I want to go home,
Where is my home?
Somewhere far away?
Another place, another time?
I must have stumbled here,
For a reason.
I am lost,
I am tied,
I am tired,
I am grounded,
Where is my home?
In another Galaxy?
On another planet?
Where there is no crime,
Somewhere, where hate does not exist
And nature is held in high esteem,
There, love...
I do not belong on Earth,
I want to go home,
Where is my home?
Somewhere far away?
Another place, another time?
I must have stumbled here,
For a reason.
I am lost,
I am tied,
I am tired,
I am grounded,
Where is my home?
In another Galaxy?
On another planet?
Where there is no crime,
Somewhere, where hate does not exist
And nature is held in high esteem,
There, love...
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Sunday 6th July 2008 5:07 am
Works do
lines raised pitted skin
teenage scarification
in no sleeves displayed
Nick Hornby talk to
Mississippi
river-boat captain
loaned a fancy-dress muddle
of John Gray self
help general i
am going dancing with
a flea-market prejudice at
folk all -er than her
whose mouth curls the corner like
a contact-lens on an
electric oven
hob mispronounces
vehemence s...
teenage scarification
in no sleeves displayed
Nick Hornby talk to
Mississippi
river-boat captain
loaned a fancy-dress muddle
of John Gray self
help general i
am going dancing with
a flea-market prejudice at
folk all -er than her
whose mouth curls the corner like
a contact-lens on an
electric oven
hob mispronounces
vehemence s...
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Saturday 5th July 2008 10:15 pm
Doctor, my eyes
by Antonionioni
My eyes, my eyes are aching, oh doctor
I’ve spent too long staring at this small screen
Not the TV, I mean the computer
And Dr Who’s on later (where’ve you been,
Didn’t you know?) Although I haven’t seen
The series so far, he could be about
To regenerate, whatever that means.
Meanwhile, Serena lost to Venus. Out!
Cried the umpire; Serena gave a pout
But quickly smiled for the...
I’ve spent too long staring at this small screen
Not the TV, I mean the computer
And Dr Who’s on later (where’ve you been,
Didn’t you know?) Although I haven’t seen
The series so far, he could be about
To regenerate, whatever that means.
Meanwhile, Serena lost to Venus. Out!
Cried the umpire; Serena gave a pout
But quickly smiled for the...
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Saturday 5th July 2008 5:42 pm
I AM WHO AM I
by Robbie Hurst
I try to be who I think I should be
Who I should be is not what I am
Sometimes I forget who I am
Some times I am who I forget
I try so hard to forget but I can’t
This doesn’t make sense I know
But, then again, it doesn’t have to
Because I don’t know who I am Who
am I?...
Who I should be is not what I am
Sometimes I forget who I am
Some times I am who I forget
I try so hard to forget but I can’t
This doesn’t make sense I know
But, then again, it doesn’t have to
Because I don’t know who I am Who
am I?...
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Friday 4th July 2008 8:29 pm
Freedom's yoke
by Antonionioni
Fourth of July, old anniversary
Of independence from the British rule
With similar feelings in Zimbabwe
Yes, colonisation it sure ain’t cool
But freedom brings responsibility
The kind that we all face when leaving school
When left to ourselves we can’t always see
What our next move should be, and can be fooled
By short-term gain, paid for expensively
In later years, as long-term deb...
Of independence from the British rule
With similar feelings in Zimbabwe
Yes, colonisation it sure ain’t cool
But freedom brings responsibility
The kind that we all face when leaving school
When left to ourselves we can’t always see
What our next move should be, and can be fooled
By short-term gain, paid for expensively
In later years, as long-term deb...
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Friday 4th July 2008 7:05 pm
The Modest Rapper
by Tim Linton
THE MODEST RAPPER
I’m the modest rapper I’m not saucy or rude
I think there’s nothing dafter than being arrogant and crude
I don’t like to brag and I don’t like to boast
I won’t take drugs I prefer tea and toast
I don’t refer to women like they’re sex objects
I think that the ladies should be treated with respect
I’m the modest rapper I don’t like to complain
About...
I’m the modest rapper I’m not saucy or rude
I think there’s nothing dafter than being arrogant and crude
I don’t like to brag and I don’t like to boast
I won’t take drugs I prefer tea and toast
I don’t refer to women like they’re sex objects
I think that the ladies should be treated with respect
I’m the modest rapper I don’t like to complain
About...
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Friday 4th July 2008 6:16 pm
The Unseen Shadow
by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Nothing but a shadow now
That cannot be seen by the eye
And others that never knew her
See not she passes by
And walks the fields of her youth
So different in her day
Where she lost in war the one she loved
And afterwords pined away.
Yes, a lovely corpse she made
Dead when young and in her prime
How cruel is it that God He says
That now it is their time.
But did she not upon her death
Meet her lo...
That cannot be seen by the eye
And others that never knew her
See not she passes by
And walks the fields of her youth
So different in her day
Where she lost in war the one she loved
And afterwords pined away.
Yes, a lovely corpse she made
Dead when young and in her prime
How cruel is it that God He says
That now it is their time.
But did she not upon her death
Meet her lo...
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Friday 4th July 2008 3:59 pm
Why Did I Marry You?
by Shirley
Why Did I Marry You?
I married you because
I love you,
Not for want, need or greed,
You are my breath,
My heart, my soul,
The love of my life,
My only true love,
We have shown the world
But more important,
We have proved our love for each other,
My love for you will go on
Because I truly love you,
We do not need to count the years,
You are in my heart,
Now forever
And alwa...
I married you because
I love you,
Not for want, need or greed,
You are my breath,
My heart, my soul,
The love of my life,
My only true love,
We have shown the world
But more important,
We have proved our love for each other,
My love for you will go on
Because I truly love you,
We do not need to count the years,
You are in my heart,
Now forever
And alwa...
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Friday 4th July 2008 1:16 pm
hello
by Mary Brett
I just want to say hello to all the poets here. This seems like a wonderful site and, perusing it, I'm already a little dizzy with so much poetry I've enjoyed.
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Friday 4th July 2008 11:42 am
THE WEEKLY WALKABOUT, E.G.
by WalkaboutsVerse / David Franks
Now on http://www.myspace.com/walkaboutsverse, Poem cum Song 136 of 230: LANCASHIRE SUNG SIMPLY
Lancashire:
Cut by rivers, met by sea;
Patched by farmland,
Mills and other industry.
Lancashire:
With your Pennine boundary;
Steeped in hist'ry,
Through your buildings, there to see.
Lancashire:
Where, through Graces, moorlands be;
Wooded parklands,
Flowered gardens - kept neatly.
Lanca...
Lancashire:
Cut by rivers, met by sea;
Patched by farmland,
Mills and other industry.
Lancashire:
With your Pennine boundary;
Steeped in hist'ry,
Through your buildings, there to see.
Lancashire:
Where, through Graces, moorlands be;
Wooded parklands,
Flowered gardens - kept neatly.
Lanca...
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Friday 4th July 2008 11:23 am
Remote control killing
by Pete Crompton
too long on the playsation
x box
your appetite
has bled over to the killing fields
for real.
target ceased to be a human being
everything is in infrared
and the intended are white insects
your communication and the people
with whom you interact
are cold and clinical
the spectacle the perfect example
of cynical planners
intent on remote control killing
you no longer grapple
with the white of th...
x box
your appetite
has bled over to the killing fields
for real.
target ceased to be a human being
everything is in infrared
and the intended are white insects
your communication and the people
with whom you interact
are cold and clinical
the spectacle the perfect example
of cynical planners
intent on remote control killing
you no longer grapple
with the white of th...
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