by Tom Harding
Thursday 31st March 2011 9:52 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Afternoon Novena | Endless Talk of Floods |
cranes swing laden crates on
weighted jibs – the building ribs
ascend in daily dribs and drabs
making inroads to a downward slope
over the recent months i’ve watched
the lower levels grow to
conglomeration size a network of
materials sunk in pylons through the
earth adjacent to the railway arch
finishers progress fixing aluminium
Thursday 31st March 2011 4:46 pm
Also by Philipos:DUTY FREE. | FULL ASTERN. | SIGHT FOR SORE EYES. | IRELAND WITH BETJEMAN. | (untitled) | WHEN MAN HAS GONE. | JACOB’S LADDER. | SURREY CAMEOS. | MAL DE MER. | RELIQUARY. | WALKING WITH ANCESTORS. | RAIN ON PVC. | THE COLOURS. | WONDERING. | DOMPERIDONE. | PSALMS. | HUBBLE BUBBLE. | WEST WALTON. | HALF LIGHT. | JEHOVAH. | SOUTH EAST LONDON TRIO. | Seedy Side of Town. | Scent of a Maiden. | Friday Chill. | THE PARK BENCH. |
“The sun would be jealous,
and dip her fingers into herself.”
He felt the swish of her hair
as she crouched to stroke the lake;
a smudge of strawberry on his cheek.
She grated the moon’s reflection with her hands
“see how pale my arm is in the night”
and bit her hands together like a dove.
Thursday 31st March 2011 2:40 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:The Burnt Bee | It felt like a long winter. | Merlot | Booklover | Cerebratorium |
by Jules Clare
I had a brain haemorrhage on 1.10 1995. I survived 13 days with blood easing into my cranial cavity (nice words). Went to my doctor, what did he say….. go to bed and take two aspirin. Had a fit three times…. Out came the paramedics...
Thursday 31st March 2011 10:45 am
Also by Jules Clare:The Waddy | Peace and Reconciliation | Drugs and Alcohol | My Tow Law | Everything Green | Getting Blue | All Sorts | Hate Crime | Eager Beaver - The Book | News From Jules | Consultation | My Home Town | The Wedding | The Panic Room | Pleasance | For All To See | Yearning | Roots | Body Parts | Sunday Dinner | Strength | Total Desire | Respect | I Try | Miracles | Action | Geordie Bond | Geordie is Resting | First Lines of Love | Tales from the Countryside | You | Columbia and India | A Break | It's Over | Northumberland Sights | A Half | Hexham | The Sky | The Sky | Jules Global Tour 2011 | MIMI | Mind Crunching | Posthumous Bravery Award | The Big Day | Pot of Life | I am in Love | One Night | Her Latest Flame | Crying In The Chapel | Vintage Good Looks | Pests | The Life of Paper | Life | Fascist Groove Thing | Ripe Fruit | Rubbish | Racing | Lamplight Gig |
and I am only vaguely interested in reading the papers
and yet, I read them still,
ever hopeful of something more than the dross & drivel &
TV guide within.
This instant kwik-fix world of ours is media-filtered through a
thin dusty veil of mediocrity, sound bytes & news, news, news.
It’s all tits & tattoos, TV ratings & the Time Te...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 10:18 pm
Also by Banksy:a coffee in Omirou Street | it never rains | TWOC | is God a woman ? | words of the gods | whistling in the dark | God goes walkabout | putting the world to rights | the gathering | holding court | Nice Peter | god botherers | privates on parade | stand up | a little heavy water | the second coming |
by Ian Devine
Sweet dreams, My Angel
I watch you, What are you thinking
Peaceful, Calm now
Drifting, Into dreamland
Goodnight, My Angel
Sweet dreams, I love you
Goodnight, I love you
Sweet dreams, My Angel
I watch you, You are sleeping...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 9:42 pm
Also by Ian Devine:Don't live in shadows cast | Lost in my Mind | Lost in my Mind. | Yesterday went on and on (song) | Constant True | Fools Paradise (song) by Dave Haze and Ian Devine | Its The Truth (song) | CHILDREN OF THE STARS | These Days (song) | She says He says | This Old Town | The Sun Melts Away (song) | The Devine Curse (song) | My Grey Eyes used to be Blue (song) | Never Fail Never Fall | Your better off with out me (song) | Fucking Cancer | My Life (A brush with evil) Part 2 | My life (AGood Start) Part 1 | Snmmer Side of Life | YOU BELIEVED THE HYPE | Travelling Man (song) |
A social disease
Manipulating good qualities
Saints to sinners
Good to bad
Low lifes to winners
The sane become mad
That is the world today
Something no one can explain
An unknown force makes a play
In what is slowly turning into a catastrophic chain...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 8:00 pm
by Greg Freeman
Pull the other one: there was a question there once.
Do you surreptitiously pick your nose
when you think no one is looking?
Do you have trouble sleeping /
get up in the night at all hours,
worrying about things left undone,
or things you did, and shouldn’t have?
Are you happy in your job/ marriage/ relatio...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 10:04 am
On a hand-hewn pedestal
on milk-white face alight
eyes sparkle with a liquid flame.
Some build ivory towers,
these hands raw from driven labour,
on scratched cheeks a stricken eye
ransoms a sculpted orphan dream.
Across time and Middle Sea
another calloused hand chiselled;
laughter on a pine-white face
resurrected an ailing heart.
Some can only ima...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 9:53 am
Also by Frederick Kesner:Icarian Malady | Shadows in the light (Goodbye Grandma) | Oracle of the Drought | Callow Heart | Breakfast Epiphany | Scarlet on Blue |
by Anna McCrory
at first, but now I have uncovered the truth
it wasn’t a gesture intended to be sweet
instead you just saw me as something to eat
I was totally wrong to think it impressive
that’s you’d offer take me shopping for dresses
to think I’d end up in Topshop was just plain silly
you meant to say dressings an...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 8:36 am
by Gemma Lees
Words abandoned me
When I were at Primary
Didn’t make sense no more
Like when me Dad and me
Made up stories
And created crazy characters
Who me Dad said were a cat
That owned a record shop
And talked and walked on his hind legs
And though I couldn’t always keep in mind
Everything I was told at other times
And I fell over
And I couldn&rsquo...
Wednesday 30th March 2011 12:44 am
Also by Gemma Lees:Learning To Read |
by John Coopey
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I stood opposed to this in every way -
That’s Cameron’s threat to public holidays;
The essence of the Tory plan’s
To undermine the working man
And scrap one Labour first began
That’s in the month of May.
My views have changed though now, I have to say,
Once the explanation came my way;
The new alternative’s a boon...
Tuesday 29th March 2011 11:52 pm
Also by John Coopey:Ken Dodd's Dad's Dog's Dead | I Dreamt You Were Little Again | The Wars of the Roses (Battle of Towton) | Mi Firstest Poems | Works of Art | Fix |
Tomorrow will be April.
Hearts will be struck by the love arrow,
They will not be stable.
So, what to do now?
Is it just natures caprice?
Allow your feelings be somehow avowed!
Don’t let your feelings to crease!
Look for the truth in the gentleness of spring!
Ding, ding! Listen to the bells ring!
Forget the troubles and sing!
A new song the spring will...
Tuesday 29th March 2011 10:12 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:SPRING | World Poetry Day | EVERY FRIDAY | Once Upon a Time In America | My Way | LIFE |
by Dave Carr
With letters in his hands.
I hope he's brought something for me -
More red elastic bands.
Tuesday 29th March 2011 10:00 pm
Also by Dave Carr:Natasha |
And the moon in my hand
There was a stone in my hand
And the moon in the lake
I threw the stone and it became the moon
as it solidified in the water's space
Its mirror a world of twisting creatures,
all skin and fin; water bodies
I threw the moon and it became a stone
A pitted rough hewn chunk
as real as touch, its presence vacuous
The miracle is not...
Tuesday 29th March 2011 3:52 pm
Tags: Anish Kapoor,Moon,moon shadow.
sun splattering us in technicolour,
stained with light
migraine hue at the edges
hearts beat faster
minds and eyes pinpoint
to infinite acuity
heads swell with
chests strain from
heads back and
Tuesday 29th March 2011 1:13 pm
You've come out from behind
that tarnished glass,
and your dying inside,
with your matchbox ticky tacky relationship,
and you pretend you don't want to run and hide.
So you play here.
Between the pages of the love
you never had,
but never had.
And you put on your strongest faces
trying to push me away.
Because I scare...
Tuesday 29th March 2011 2:43 am
And I find that very comforting.
It is easy to worry about our masters
They only want the best for us.
So when I find that they are finding NeW aNd InViGoRaTiNg WaYs To ErOdE mE
I do not worry
I am unique
As it is me that allows them to do so
And unlike the lab rats and the fruit flies
We aren’t stuck in cages
We are free
Tuesday 29th March 2011 1:34 am
Tags: abstract surreal
by Jack Pascoe
With the kind of stuff you find inside your nans utility draw
Like a pair of garden shears that ain’t been used in years
A slightly rusty door handle and cotton buds for your ears
He flogs them down the market to tourists and the like
He’s Mickey to his mates but to the fuzz he’s known as Mike
The corner is his office where he yell...
Monday 28th March 2011 10:22 pm
Also by Jack Pascoe:She Left Her Mark | The Big Society |
by Andy N
It was little more than a protest.
By all accounts
It was little more than a protest
But all I saw was
The slates been
Tossed off the roof.
All I could hear was
Onto the floor
With a element of surprise
And the buzz of the guards
Who were running
Like headless bees.
All I could make out was
The occasional word...
Monday 28th March 2011 9:35 pm
Tags: Job Interviews,Strangeways
Also by Andy N:Spring is Coming |
by Dave Morgan
Like a character from a Murakami story
Mr Nagata looks into the embers of his dying fire
Mr Nagata surveys the familiar images
And pulling the sack around his shoulders
Takes another sip of Ballantynes.
There is the girl who he tries to forget
Her black hair bobbed
Her white neck polished.
Mr Nagata thinks of his daughter
And prays for her sa...
Monday 28th March 2011 9:27 pm
Good luck to you parishioners of Radcliffe,
The revs knows the ropes don’t you know,
If she puts it in mind that you’re fit enough,
She’ll give you some get up and go,
And you’ll wake from your wandering slumber,
And you’ll go off and do it with ease,
As you’ve had some gentle persuading,
That would have had God on his...
Monday 28th March 2011 9:24 pm
Also by Christine Makin:(untitled) |
The Morton Arms pub- Pasture road- The Wirral
WOL and Wigan's finest- the Iridescent!
Guest Musician the Soulful, the Sanguine, Liverpool's own
Open mic poetry -
A couple of first come first served musician slots too
Free Raffle- Free Sand...
Monday 28th March 2011 6:01 pm
patched in cloud broken differences of night
occasionally dipping to catch
to bathe in the unreeling moonlight.
Slightly wind ruffled
he surveys,with clockwork fashioned turns of the head
for scurrying disturbances
between the the humming wind
and stoney scattering music of stream waters,
Monday 28th March 2011 3:02 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Smashing dashing flashings(them woz the days!) | bitterness | Winston | Allied | looking for causes | Wader | Lamentation | dejection | my xanadu | another assumption | beyond contemplation | Serve and protect | Repetitions of innocence | what goes around | Child ghost | Bowing out | vacuous | Perplexity | exemplary | Matter of taste | Figment |
so is life
one feeds the other
Monday 28th March 2011 1:27 pm
Monday 28th March 2011 10:16 am
Tags: northern ireland,performance,poetry,unemployment,video
at various stages of emptiness.
A report of some sort clings to each neck
measuring degrees of drunkenness.
She studies alone, these experiments
must be free from external influence.
Last night she finally drank to the dregs
and threw her conclusions up over the bed.
This morning she's doubting the evidence;
scientific research has gone to her h...
Monday 28th March 2011 10:10 am
Though fear is
I am not afraid
Though my head
Is in the clouds
And my heart
Is on my sleeve
I am not afraid because
Even if she pulls the plug
Or if some calamity
I will know in my soul
That love is beautiful
And that our love
Monday 28th March 2011 1:54 am
Also by Rebel Birmingham:12 Apostrophies: pt4 | 12 Apostrophies: pt3 | The Unnamed Child |
by mike watts
I’ll show you angry
Try spending a day
In the life of me
Try fighting chaos constantly
And that clever twat mentality
Because common sense is history
They’re as thick as cattle
And I know I shouldn’t let them
But they rattle me
They need rounding up
Sunday 27th March 2011 8:59 pm
Also by mike watts:Losing it. | Emergency case | Going quietly |
by David Mac
night melted away
the sun boiled up
and we were
straight off the
them days were
so on fire
them days were
we were doing something
reaching out from
our mad youth
and we might not have
we might not have
Sunday 27th March 2011 11:22 am
Also by David Mac:The End of my Soul on Saturday Nights | After All The Fucking Shit Has Already Fucking Hit You | Buy Me Books, Buy Me Books | For You, Babe | The Night Mare | Why Do You Want This Job? | Our Poems | Someone’s always trying to take over the world | Life Bores Us All To Death |
by Dave Dunn
the second born, do I need to say more?
Well perhaps I should fill in a few gaps,
or you could remain confused perhaps...
Yes I was the second boy born to my mother,
five girls came before me I did discover,
four boys in all were to follow my dad,
down to the dole queue, no jobs to be had.
No Jobs For...
Sunday 27th March 2011 2:03 am
Also by Dave Dunn:Stars Would Gladly Cast Their Gleam | The Mortal Shore | I Miss You |
by Ann Foxglove
a rosequartz heart
in my garden.
Above her head
a rose is planted,
two dusky poppies
fresh from their pots.
Soon, around her heart
they will entwine
we’ll remember her....
Saturday 26th March 2011 8:51 am
Also by Ann Foxglove:warningwolverine | on waking | museum diary part 2 | kingfisher stripe | little dog digging | rabbit | total immersion | angels in ealing |
by Martin Miles
I guess these are inspired by the pressures of life and the expectation to be successful. And not forgetting love. And how it is absent. Enjoy.
Oh WELL, OH well, At least you a...
Friday 25th March 2011 8:32 pm
Also by Martin Miles:Trembling Hands |
by Kealan Coady
From the severed objective
Plume of confusion
They call saviour.
I have read the book.
That standard manual
From which they hold it all
And I became bleach eyed
By it's discrepency.
There is nothing to say
And all our papered thoughts
Creased in the fold
Of their following.
So as the seasons
Break, bust, fall stuttered
Friday 25th March 2011 12:50 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Health | Natural Disasters And Nuclear Foreplay | Interview. | Existentialullaby |
Poor old Alfie,
Was so un'ealthy,
'e never watched 'is 'ealth,
'e buys dog food,
For 'is doggy,
But 'e eats it all 'imself.
So 'is doggy,
'e gets 'ungry,
'an 'e eats Alfie's bed,
Now when Alfie,
'e got nowhere to lay 'is 'ead.
(c)Ledger de la Bald...
Friday 25th March 2011 9:29 am
by Dave Bradley
Leave home eight fifty six arrive nine twenty seven
Leave home eight fifty seven arrive nine twenty eight
Leave home eight fifty eight arrive nine twenty nine
Leave home eight fifty nine arrive nine thirty
Leave home nine o'clock die in head-on smash
Leave home one minute past nine arrive ten thirty two
Delayed by that crash
Wednesday 23rd March 2011 10:06 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:Our secrets | No point; point | Sausages | The Poem |
Blood once flowed to seek fairer lands.
Existence was not enough to tame us.
At edges of cliff tops, towards riverbeds we yearned,
reaching out towards Lincoln green pastures.
Were once we painted with primary colours.
Barefooted, engulfing dissected oxygen,
We mix strife and strain with acid rain.
No freedom in mindscapes, abstract notions falling....
Wednesday 23rd March 2011 9:58 pm
With a motorbike and leather jacket he came across so smooth.
Our chaste late teenage romance seemed to feel like love
Til I left for study and he found someone else.
The second third and fourth have vanished without trace,
No memory remains; not a name nor a face.
The lips of this young lady always willingly upturned
Like a fledgling sp...
Wednesday 23rd March 2011 2:13 pm
The sweet-spicy smell of chai tea is coming from the kitchen,
The carpet cushions my footsteps when I awaken
To go into the sitting room
I nearly never attempted to fathom,
How some so despise being in one place,
A call: "Collect your thoughts and valuables,
And leave them in sight of only you."
A perfect place for anyone to...
Wednesday 23rd March 2011 9:15 am
by Amy Ismay
walking westward along the prom,
arms outstretched to pull the flow of the tide;
the car abandoned in a disabled bay,
headlights facing the sea head-on;
you - hair and coat wild in the wind,
laughing your truth out into the breeze;
laughing truth up to soar with the gulls;
breathing it back in,
grains of sand and salty air;
cars passing by both ways,
both ways heading far from...
Tuesday 22nd March 2011 7:16 pm
Also by Amy Ismay:Bombed to Shore |
the uninvited guests who didn’t ring ahead
and now stand on the doorstep
with teetering embarrassment.
Under his impassive, gentle patient stare.
I gently grate my teeth,
the bottom lip pushed right up tight,
to a winsome grimace, my father’s face
with crooked lines of cobblers’ tacks, dangling there.
Am I unwittingly becoming...
Tuesday 22nd March 2011 3:57 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Harbour Wave |
Monday 21st March 2011 6:43 am
by AJ McKenna
She bites her lip to keep her mouth from moving.
She never stays behind to ask a question after class:
she comes and goes and sits there, just achieving,
pushing up the school’s league table ranking,
never acting out or showing signs of EBD.
Her Belsen ribs, her jutting hipbones, are the things you’ll never s...
Sunday 20th March 2011 10:47 pm
if they could fade
into deep twilight's shade
I'd find rest and relief
yet my waiting's in vain
skies are moving
they catch my eye
they leave me floundering...
Sunday 20th March 2011 3:05 pm
Tags: clouds dark emotions waiting floundering twilight
Also by John Darby (aka John boy):BY THE LIGHT OF THE LOCAL SPAR |
The coffee pot’s down
to grounds and dregs,
the cognac bottle’s
now the worse for wear.
He counts each crossing of the legs
each slow blink,
tests the warmth of every smile,
notes each surreptitious lick of lip;
decodes the semaphore
of each flick of hair.
She feels the hours grow smaller,
sees the pacing wolf behind his eyes,
Sunday 20th March 2011 2:51 pm
Pulls bruises to your skin. You are a riverboat; sailing along a turbulent sea. The first thing you notice when you reach land is not the
beauty of the streets. Not the structured, calculated roads and buildings. Safety in numbers. You notice with sad eyes, sad eyes that move so fast, unable to take in everything, unable to blink, every man ma...
Sunday 20th March 2011 10:58 am
Also by Claire Alexandra:WHEN |
by Paulyn Lloyd
We will never grow apart, fall apart, I’ll never break your heart.
I can tell you I will give you the world and more.
I can sing your praises till my throat gets sore.
I can say everyday will be better than the one before.
I can make you believe I will never walk out the door.
I can talk a load of crap if that’s what you want m...
Saturday 19th March 2011 7:09 pm
Tags: bullshit,Love,Paulyn Lloyd,real,true
Also by Paulyn Lloyd:Bitch |
tearing through the fabric
of my body.
Red waves of tears crashed
upon the floor.
and my scream responded.
And life was placed within my arms.
Future shined in brilliant eyes,
and love held my heart.
But as fast as I could
my baby was taken away.
Where I was in life,
I could not survive
nor care for another
Friday 18th March 2011 10:40 pm
sharp through foraging fingers
finding discarded pieces of pain
between the forgotten relics of kinder times.
Points pierce a blistered mind,
removing the splinters is agony;
the pull of each barb merciless in its wounding.
Digging deeper, the truculent fractures imply
rupture at further delving.
Blood drips onto gray striations
slides slick over senses; a r...
Friday 18th March 2011 7:55 pm
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