Take a stroll with me along the deserted shore
As the waves crash onto the baking sands
Under a welcoming crystal clear blue sky
We meander happily hand in hand
I surrender you got me completely hooked
Just can’t help my emotional self anymore
My happy heart is about to burst with joy
You I just want to worship and adore
Please let me cover you with french kisses
On the ...
Thursday 25th August 2016 10:02 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Crustacean Crush | Hot August ? | Farewell |
At The Meeting
At the meeting, I was trying to find a horrific tale something
bad I had done when drunk I wanted to get off my chest but
I could not remember anything other than when ten a puppy dog
on the window sill lost its balance and fell into the yard
it wasn`t hurt, but I did feel bad.
So I told the story as it had happened forty years in the future
I legless has pushed...
Thursday 25th August 2016 9:42 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :beware of poets | water bill | a thoughtless day | unwanted | love bug | the unknown couple | vehicle island | the smallness of theings | laughter | the bronze medal | newspaper reading | What was it all about, Alfie | august and snowflakes | the art show | (untitled) | Israel the failed state | Israel. a failed state | potatoes | `-i---\m so tired it is hurting me | it is a lovely war | friend ship and wars | broken dreams |
There are actors
by seeing eyes
Are you one such
of the mercenary calling
bought and paid?
I see your feeble heart
that absent of hate
would never start
Yet, tolerated is your presence
your cash rich ethos
Thursday 25th August 2016 9:24 am
Tags: DRC, mercs, old mercs
Also by Wolfgar:Of what are these words? | A celebration | The blind | Psychotic inspiration (the lure of death) | Aftershock | Wars precipitation | Unsavoury stereotypes | An end to seeking | Upstart crow | Returning again | War stories | From a distance | The corrupted order of things | What remains | Reports |
Welcoming blue and wispy air
The sky greets our world to each new day The white floating cotton balls
The hue of ombré at the horizon
The reflection of light across the water
The sky stretches on far beyond us
The atmospheres above us
Fading away as the world carries more distance
The fading of colors and hues
The transition from sky blue to indigo
Never ending to the visible eye
Thursday 25th August 2016 4:11 am
Also by Thea Greenwald:Extinguished Fire | Forgotten | Musical Connection | Indefinable |
It's a beautiful day, the sun shines bright.
No wind does blow, not a cloud in sight.
The summer holidays are now in full flow.
4 weeks off school and still 2 more to go!
But something is missing, not quite there.
No sound of children's laughter to fill the air.
No splashing sounds of paddling pool fun.
No ice creams melting under the warm sun.
Because when I was ...
Thursday 25th August 2016 2:49 am
Wednesday 24th August 2016 11:19 pm
Also by Aishah:Anecdotes | Little brother | Lost in translation | Suffocating | Low |
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Oh Dear, What can the matter be?
All the passengers sat on the lavatory
So Jezza demonstrates class solidarity
Sitting like us the floor.
So not for Jezza a First Class upgrading
This ordinary bloke is out Party crusading
But, dear, oh dear, his halo starts fading
As soon as the filming’s been done.
Wednesday 24th August 2016 10:45 pm
Also by John Coopey:MUSTN'T GRUMBLE | "A LOT BETTER, THANKS" | A SONG OF PATRIOTIC PREJUDICE (Pt 2) |
Baby bird drops twigs
spreads youthful wings, flies her nest
soars to high branches
Wednesday 24th August 2016 10:29 pm
Tags: adulthood, growing-up, haiku, Maturity, nature
Also by R.M. Carter:To be in love with a poet | When Calypso met Sappho- A free verse poem (explanation included below) | The Satyr and the Nymph | My Boss was Elvis | Trees need jumpers | Stargazing |
My eyes see the beauty in every gesture
From the tenderness care of an extended hand
To the glaring beating of a loud drumming band
Even tiny movements are a special treasure
Wheelchair-bound for ten years after the accident
Can't move my legs and arms, hardly can move my neck
My mind thinks of moving but body wields no speck
So these words are my acts of your entanglement
Please see i...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 8:49 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Surfer | Three Wishes | Be Free | Backstage | Blood Thinner | Mr Fantismo helping Jack | Dying | Truthful Emotions Securing Simple Anecdotes | Expressing yourself | Arctic's Bed | Moment in time | Hairy Pledge | Grocery Shopping | Woman in the bar | Rage | Upskirt | Night Out | Adoption | Options | The Hip | Cuckold | Left or Right | Affair | Birthday Suit | Birthday Drink | Birthday Cake | Past Sins | Down the Street | Sugar Daddy | Stranger to City | Breaching | Better Suicide | Bad Colleague | One Night Stand | Wishing star | Dreaming of ... | Watching | Mother's Day |
Are you my friend?
Or just someone I chance to know.
Are you my friend?
Who will be with me to the end;
Through thick and thin, through high and low?
Or fade away in time of woe?
Are you my friend?
Wednesday 24th August 2016 8:46 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Dreams In A Pale Mist | Belief | How Could I Ever Be So Blind | Summer | Days Of Sail | Dawn Haibun | Temporal Anomaly | Clouds | Sleepless |
wild words he grasps
plucked from the air
thrust in the forge
he holds them there
white with heat
as beat on beat
thought and perspiration meet
quenched with ink
and fixed in lines
they once ran wild
but now combine
to tell tall tales
at hearts they tug
they soar and sail
and hate and love
hold a mirror
light the dark
tell the truth
Wednesday 24th August 2016 7:39 pm
i first encountered death at midnight
stumbling through the creaking pines
needles crackling under my bare feet
there lay the fallen rabbit, lit by the moon
its fur matted and stomach bloated
finally, i met death before my parents
could cut me off and sanitise the area
i poked and prodded with a stick purloined
from the tree where my urine was drying
and uncovered its si...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 7:34 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:fallout | after we realised we were nothing we became everything | sewage | the leaky tap | symbiosis visual poetry practice | haicoup | kesnakesnakesnakesna | the destruction of small ideas | cold hands in warm fog | i no longer feel like god is watching over me | insomniac | a visit to the aquarium | two dreams | pissed jeans | some things to make me forget about the fact you died |
I'm dedicating my entire anthology
to a local recycling centre
for casual perusal
with no risk of refusal.
Their recycling pathology
is ultlmately discreet,
no painful analysis
no creative paralysis,
and nature itself may benefit
from the material mentioned
compacted in the greedy grateful
or in the incinerating sky
Wednesday 24th August 2016 6:28 pm
Also by ray pool:1977 | POEM OF THE DAY | VENTURING IN | O RIVER THAMES | INNOCENT CASUALTIES OF RELIGIOUS WAR | OUT OF THE MIST | WHICH HAND? | GRAVE MATTERS | PAIN IN THE ARSE PEOPLE | RAIN TRANCE | MAKE LOVE TO THE AIR | FAMILY SPLIT | THE BULLET'S AIMS | DO NOT BE FOOLED |
It's been a long that that it's been a long time.
I write you from a hotel room, the terrible fleeting truth
that I am, in fact, unkillable.
That is not to say I cannot die
which I have so many times
ripped with the pain, shaken and broken beyond
the barrier where it no longer exists
and there exists only a pulse, growing louder and
dissolving, harmonizing my form and lost heartbeat
Wednesday 24th August 2016 3:37 am
Tags: unkillable jaimeson
Also by Zach Dafoe:jaimeson's rogues (bad: 08/20/2016) | rust re: rain | (untitled) | (untitled) | no |
I try to revise these words in a way
that you can understand the infestation
in my minds imagination.
But, no matter what mutation
I give these words.
You'll never understand my minds configuration.
Behind my eyelids
are islands of violence.
I'm suspended in a timeless test
being tested by a ruthless examiner
that's best represented by my
Wednesday 24th August 2016 3:24 am
Also by Jacob Binder:Society. | The Feeling |
I don't remember exactly when they came
I don't know why they came or where they were before they arrived
They have been here before
They are all too familiar
They have settled in comfortably around my soul
Grey, cold, ambiguous
They bring gifts of self-loathing, fear, emptiness
They are elusive, fluid, always on the prowl
They slip thru the reason and logic of my mind
Free to wreak hav...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 2:54 am
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 7:37 pm
Also by H. Rose Dawson:Reality | Lemonade | Frost | Reason | Run Away With Me | No One Saw the Ocean |
Chambers of Death
Makes liars and cowards of each,
Sends us brave into quarrels bold of design,
And it’s very perplexing but oh so fulfilling,
Killing the gospel, for shilling and fare,
And we’re -
Daring the speak of the masculine soldier,
Not wanting neither the truth or the falsehood,
Battling the conscience for doubt or for ego;
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 7:21 pm
Tags: war ptsd
Also by Noetic-fret!:A Violent Snub |
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 1:14 pm
Tags: love; sleep; snuggle; innocense; goodness
Also by Monica Winter:Sorted (Haiku) |
I’m well versed in the art
Of dealing with certain social situations,
For example, in how to deal with a fart,
Or a -as it is known in some locations-
Trump: don't hold it in place,
Even when in polite company,
-You can always pull your face,
Whilst looking around accusingly,
And holding your nose-
If you do, it may travel,
-Whilst you pose,
And listeners marvel-...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 12:57 pm
Tags: art, bullshit, fart, Trump
Also by Lancashire County Palatine トレッカー詩人:Mister Owen-Pfizer-Smith | Crossfire | Modern Slavery: D.W.P. Complies With Law |
I live in castles all over from here to Germany,
I don't get what I want always.
I get what I need, somehow.
I got what I deserved.
I do not share,
I'm very greedy.
I earned this?
My kingdom as fallen like a feather,
Torn down by the evil gnomes hunating me.
I've ruined my density,
These gnomes turn into a demon at the flick...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 12:30 pm
Tags: fall, kingdom, mind, Prince, ruin, ruins
Also by Prince:(untitled) | (untitled) | Oh so sorry |
I hear you screaming at me
Haunting my good dreams
While snuggling deep into my bad ones
If i ever had one
I dont believe in dancing with the devil cause he got two left feet
Why dance for him when he could dance for me
Play puppet with the weak minded
Manipulation of the strong wheeled
Till the go down a hill
Offering no brakes or breaks for that deal
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 10:06 am
Tags: don't be hurt, embrace
Also by Jay:Walk Away | Dancing on the moon | A Queen She Is |
Are we not the sons
Of the destructive
Self defeating other ones
The ones who know
Say a lot but never speak
Are we not the silent majority
But whose feelings are left behind
Imprisoned in a room of bars
But nothing to drink
After all we are taught to wave the fist
To take the initiative
To run the race
Take the ...
Monday 22nd August 2016 11:29 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Retail parks | Your words |
Monday 22nd August 2016 10:00 pm
Tags: into my mind, Life, Metaphor, sailing
Monday 22nd August 2016 5:48 pm
Also by Alison Jones:Athletes |
if this was a movie,
you would chase me down the street
begging me to forgive you
we were standing in the rain
looking into each other eyes'
and my pain would be washed away by your sincere smile
if this was a movie...if only this was a movie...
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Monday 22nd August 2016 5:24 pm
Tags: #love #romantic #relationship #sad
Also by Ayrene:sky at night | serene sea, lonely me | No more hope...No more faith... |
in buckskin hide
through red rock canyons
he came on stolen mustang
bareback riding mesas, buttes
dried out washes
and in this wilderness silence
he left no lasting trace
but a wake of grasshopper flights
hoofmarks on silver grass plains
hunted buffalo bones
campfire spoken story tales
of creation, birth, human survival
now under barbed wire fences
Monday 22nd August 2016 3:17 pm
Also by Colin Hill:Ever see a rainbow lit up by a sunset? | Lorraine Motel | Overwhelmed | Vanishing Point | Lover's Key | Hey Mr Beach Bum | Gates & Golf Carts |
Love is beauty,
Love is kind,
Love is another, that's on your mind.
Love is contentment,
Love it will flow,
Love is another, you long to know.
Love is a sacrifice, you knew you could make,
Love is the person, that lights up your day.
Love is the one that can make you laugh,
You're both fully aware, that neither can dance,
but you know when you're cold, ...
Monday 22nd August 2016 1:49 pm
Monday 22nd August 2016 1:16 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Siblicide | Haiku: Bulletproof | Haiku: Gaping Hole | Haiku: Beholder | Haiku: Temptation | Haiku: Artistry | Haiku: Nocturnal | Haiku: Player | Haiku: Skin Deep | Haiku: Perception | Haiku: Deeper | Haiku: Reincarnation | Haiku: Deep Thinking | Haiku: Reality | Haiku: Weight of Love | Haiku: Bondage | Haiku: Steadfast | Haiku: Drifter | Haiku: Compost | Haiku: Kith and Kin |
Mother, please retract your beseeching hand
find me my jumper, the plebs don’t know
your wonder, the half of it and all my life
I’ve known, I’ve known it. I am the one.
I am the resurrection and I am a little
cold, could you get me my jumper mother
Mary and stop pleading. Those folk can’t see.
It’s me, I am the light the son the one
and I am a little hungry a bit of fish
and bread w...
Monday 22nd August 2016 8:28 am
Also by Peter Knaggs:Frank |
Sometimes I wanna live life
Alive 24 years
feels like I got boulders
resting on top a my shoulders
and I understand why
they say think positive
cause when you think negative
only negative things happen
when you get stuck
in that negative thinking
get that feeling it'll never go away
but all it really takes
is a little bit a faith
Monday 22nd August 2016 1:13 am
that every time
a bell rings
earns its wings.
It’s hard to believe
unless you have
a crazy faith.
my crazy faith
says and prays
that every time
an ambulance sirens
they’re not out
But acting out
my own real
your bad breath.
Sunday 21st August 2016 11:14 pm
Fear grips her heart
The heart of the prisioner
As the evening approaches
And the blind-fold slips.
She begins to shake
She remembers Mount Sinjar
And the wicked Salafists
Mocking the life-giving sun.
Now so many Ezedi women
Enslaved by the Jihadis' gun:
And still the west will not come.
Sunday 21st August 2016 11:10 pm
Also by John Marks:kampuchea |
It had been betrayal
And I knew it
As I sat on the tavern stool
In the hollow
That had been my heart
From the unaccustomed light.
When to my ear
sidled Senor Consolatio
Whispering of enthrallment
All of the physically indeterminable
Sunday 21st August 2016 10:25 pm
Sunday 21st August 2016 7:43 pm
Also by George lawson:The way we were. Part 1 | Clogs and Shawls | Talk of the Town. ( |
The mountains are warm today,
friendly pale maroon with
richer oranges, scavenged
from a setting sun.
Yesterday they were proud
starched collar, godly grey
spanning the horizon
like a paper tear, badly repaired
untidy jags, in angry misshapen folds.
The locals say it will be cooler tomorrow
and the pics will recline bedecked
amongst white pillowed plumes.
Sunday 21st August 2016 6:10 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Betrayal | 5-Bar Gait |
So many years now fill the glass
Of life remembering British farce.
A time when top notch timing was all
And enabled many a perfect fall
Through doors and windows open and shut -
And helpless guffawing from the gut.
The skill and fun in all those tricks
Now has me saying "God bless, Lord Rix".
Sunday 21st August 2016 5:34 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY | THE ENGLISH WORKING POOR | YESTERDAY ONCE MORE - a re-post for AUGUST! | POET | FIVE YEARS ON | ACCOUNT CLOSED - 18th AUGUST 1916 |
The morning is a castle mist,
a grey paint, ghost shroud.
Last night I dreamt we were lovers,
I took pen, paper, sealed green bottle,
wise and smiling, sucking the nib;
now suddenly I'm hunting down cracks,
placing my fingers inside and pulling-
(you said these fissures were only
a minor concern...slants
in the skirting, warm with the fading
Sunday 21st August 2016 3:56 pm
Tags: 2016 Works
Also by David Blake:Victory Hill 2050 |
How indescisive our brains have been doomed
I can't stop painting about you
these feelings we fail to remove
Sunday 21st August 2016 3:26 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:(untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) |
Walking Charles Street
A shallow canyon of shuttered shops
Seeking traces of the Pioneer Store
And the anonymous side door
Of the Fig Tree Gospel Hall.
The ‘beloved’ entered through a porch
Crammed with sweet sweat bin bags
Spilling jumble sale left over oddments,
Free for all until the rag man comes.
The usher, a farmer
Sentried the inside door
In place ...
Sunday 21st August 2016 2:46 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:"Theo" | "Malcolm" | "Twister" | "Waiting Room" | "Sorts of Freedom" | "Wallflower" | "Pilgrimage" |
Sunday 21st August 2016 1:40 pm
Tags: archetypes, katypoetess, Shadows of Magdalene
Also by Katypoetess:Doubt | Awakening |
The thrash of the ocean waves against the stony cliff,
The drumming of a hummingbird’s heart as it laps in the nectar of a gulmohar,
The howl of the summer breeze as fruit laden mango branches sway to the moonlight’s music,
The crunch of the autumn leaves beneath my feet as I walk under a canopy of golden maple leaves,
The pitter patter of rain drops against the lotus leaf as they slip...
Sunday 21st August 2016 12:34 pm
Tags: life and nature
Also by Geethika:The Journey of Life |
He called me on a Monday,
Said his name was guy,
Told me of the refund
I could get for PPI
The phone rang twice on Tuesday,
The lady’s name was Dee,
She spoke of eco matters,
How my boiler would be free
On Wednesday I was worried
By an accident I’d had,
The insurance chap who phoned me,
Was convinced the wounds were bad
On Thursday my computer
Sunday 21st August 2016 12:19 pm
Also by Claire Baldry:Our Digital House |
"Yes, I'm fine" says the girl who doesn't lie,
Hides it all til later when she really wants to die.
Torn between helping others, and trying to stay alive,
Reluctance every morning
when into the day she must dive.
Sunday 21st August 2016 9:55 am
Also by Yenimls:I Need a Distraction | Without | Disconsent |
This poem is about the little boy called Omran whose home was destroyed in Aleppo.after hearing what happened I felt compelled to write a poem I hope you like it :)
The Little Lost Ghost:
As the gore scars this little lost ghost,
Ashes stick like the memory that burns our mind
And the dirt that's washed away, stains his childhood dream,
And now shares a world but with only screams.
Saturday 20th August 2016 6:23 pm
I was lying next to you,
wanted to hug you, couldn't do.
Thinking about all our past,
wondering what future has.
You were moody, did not like,
we have to lie this close all night.
Besides your Crush slept on the bed
and I was your cock-blocking thread.
Nothing but nights of this kind,
made me realize love is blind.
Emotions dance a devil's jive,
Bitch tries to...
Saturday 20th August 2016 4:59 pm
I had to write this poem
because I thought of this one great line,
What do you think -
will it stand the test of time?
Well, I had to write it down
to deter other poets stealing this idea;
You know lines are clutched from the atmosphere,
Or they fall like apples, spill over like beer.
I had to write this poem,
Because I thought of this one great line;
Like a beat messiah,
My acid milk ...
Saturday 20th August 2016 4:03 pm
Tags: humor, humorous poetry, humour, lyrics, performance poetry, post-rock poetry
Also by Suki Spangles:Duty Of Care - Extreme Combat | In-Love Doggerel |
Saturday 20th August 2016 1:13 pm
Also by Alexandra Lorenz:Fallen |
Most nights begin with a pack and a half of full flavors,
Then I begin to wander down the path of self realization,
Smoke goes in,
Self respect, loathing, and motivation to move forward comes out,
About an hour later I'll start to break off onto the beaten dirt road of hope,
Wandering, looking for a sign that things will be alright.
I've come to r...
Saturday 20th August 2016 10:35 am
Also by Dalton Beston:Words. | Time. | Self reflection. |
Angelsey for sale,
Only wish it could cater for all work and trade
- salary to survive.
Imagine buying some land
and letting go of the world.
Wondering now, why anyone would want to sell up
and leave such an isle of serenity,
except for the jet skis.
Perhaps time is hard and business is bust,
as nuclear power gives way to
Japanese contracts to decommis...
Saturday 20th August 2016 8:47 am
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