A single word;
a phrase or gesture
can trigger a feeling
of wondrous rapture.
To be told that you're worth
more than the drifting sands
that daily slip through
your trembling hands.
To be surrounded
by such appreciative people
makes me want to shout
from the highest steeple.
Words of thanks,
so loud that you all know,
that for you, the ink...
Thursday 18th June 2015 11:01 am
The following was written by
my niece Cynthia Smothers Carter
and is used with her permission.
But I have come to the conclusion that
it has always rained on Memorial day
and I have figured out why.
The rain is the tears of all our fallen
Soldiers past, present and future.
Thank You for Your service and the
ultimate sacrifice You have m...
Monday 25th May 2015 11:03 pm
Graffiti grannies they are very canny
they never get caught
but their skills are highly sought
they spin a yarn knit and sow
There cover never gets blown
Statues get covered
As do park benches and poles
Even Chinese boulders
Well I suppose we all need something to do when we get older.
Sunday 17th May 2015 7:06 pm
Tags: dan hooks poet poetry alienpoet,graffiti,grannies,poem
Friday 1st May 2015 9:40 pm
Date: March 27, 2015
Subject: Call for Submissions for THE POETIC BOND V
Contact: Trevor Maynard, email firstname.lastname@example.org
THE POETIC BOND is an international poetry anthology published in paperback annually. This year the series is entering its fifth year, and expectation is once again high for this year’s crop of poems. Over 120 poets from 17 diff...
Friday 3rd April 2015 3:21 am
Tags: poem,poetry,trevor maynard
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
That you’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.
Saturday 14th February 2015 7:18 pm
Wish I could turn it off
Voices echoing around
Wish I could reboot my brain!
I keep it all inside
All my worries
But I'm scared Scared I'm going to crack up
There's only so much I can think about
Keep it bottled up
Even though it's not healthy
I need to release the cork
Don't want to be in that dark place again
Friday 13th February 2015 4:03 pm
This is a poem dedicated to my birthplace and current residence of 28 years. i have dropped some odd and interesting town facts in there too.
From Hull To Halifax
I was raised in a town
where memorial plaques are outside houses
Fridges left out on country walks
and a guillotine used as a historical exhibit
But i love my town.
Hometown of Big Daddy
the cat-eyes too
We had a hand in Macki...
Friday 6th February 2015 9:07 am
Tags: Halifax,Poem,Punk Poetry,Tribute,Yorkshire
a poem i wrote about my uncoditional love for flames.
I like to play with matches
I like to see stuff burn
people think i'm tapped in the head
but when they gonna learn
the smell of fresh turpentine
is a scent i love to taste
Please give me your unwanted items
and don't let them go to waste
now some people are addicted to sex
and others like to steal
but the only i like to see naked is...
Wednesday 4th February 2015 12:57 pm
Thy pen; no mighty sword here preach
Where words, metallic, fall.
On blood-ink lines; stained city streets -
Oh time, thou horrors crawl.
Wrought freedom flits, it waxes, ebbs,
Whence censored bullets rain,
But fallow not among the dead
Doth liberty remain.
Copyright © Simon Austin 2015
Monday 12th January 2015 3:01 pm
Tags: Charlie Hebdo,Je Suis Charlie,Paris,Poem,Poetry,Terrorism
Alcoholic with sick on his shoes,
Sat on a brown wooden bench
In the middle of town
With his old dog,
Lacking good vision
Waiting for a meal
A dropped pasty or pie
A sandwich, perhaps rye.
I, was never taught in school
To be such a man
It was always
You could become a lawyer,
You could become a teacher,
You could become a business man
Never, you could ...
Saturday 3rd January 2015 5:03 am
Tags: alcoholic,Everyday,Life,Poem,poetry,society alcohol
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