Back to back
On returning
from a two hour absence
spent at the shops
(ten minutes away)
wife verbally re-enacts
into my unenthralled ears
the local gossip.
A droned two hours later
I virtually know
about every recent individual ailment
suffered by the townsfolk'
Who is dead,
who is on the verge of the same.
The latest news headlines
pho...
from a two hour absence
spent at the shops
(ten minutes away)
wife verbally re-enacts
into my unenthralled ears
the local gossip.
A droned two hours later
I virtually know
about every recent individual ailment
suffered by the townsfolk'
Who is dead,
who is on the verge of the same.
The latest news headlines
pho...
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Wednesday 29th February 2012 8:18 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:
Preferred attendance | In between days | Our Time! | First one presses my red button,the second gets me all steamed up! | Cycling down Pencilled Street.(57 years ago) | Satellitic | Land Lantern | Remembering the title-HUMAN | Death of a gang member | Abundant return | A lucky day for a beastiality fan | Cosmetic-ization | A poem not about the man who doesnt write poems about the smell of sugar puffs in his wee | Of Earths salt |Temptress
by Lynn Dye
take me to your bedroom
set my soul on fire
remove my thong with your teeth
unwrap me like a gift
that sexy gleam in your eyes
says all I need to know
long enough we’ve been in lust
let’s pussyfoot no more
so kiss me now long and deep
let me be your temptress
I’ll lick your flesh into life
our desire will overflow
discover all my hotspots
I’ll be your willi...
set my soul on fire
remove my thong with your teeth
unwrap me like a gift
that sexy gleam in your eyes
says all I need to know
long enough we’ve been in lust
let’s pussyfoot no more
so kiss me now long and deep
let me be your temptress
I’ll lick your flesh into life
our desire will overflow
discover all my hotspots
I’ll be your willi...
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Wednesday 29th February 2012 8:01 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
Oceans | Bankers With A Capital 'W' | Serendipity | Rough Justice | Woman In The Mirror |Monsters
by Joy Claypool
We were born to run,
To roll down the windows of our life and let the wind blow back our hair.
I might have believed that once,
Until grey towns heaped up on the horizon,
And the distance between me and isolation grew shorter.
"I can't wait!" I might have said,
But now the shape that I had once imagined has been dented by the blows of whatever happened to happen,
And the same...
To roll down the windows of our life and let the wind blow back our hair.
I might have believed that once,
Until grey towns heaped up on the horizon,
And the distance between me and isolation grew shorter.
"I can't wait!" I might have said,
But now the shape that I had once imagined has been dented by the blows of whatever happened to happen,
And the same...
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Wednesday 29th February 2012 5:22 pm
Tags: monsters people past disappointment
Also by Joy Claypool:
I want to tell you | A Letter To You Whom I Lost | The end of days. | Conversation At The Party |she
She came to me out of the sky from the blue,
she is a high altitude cloud Cirrus maiden.
She found me on the mountaintop,
our worlds met as one!...
she is a high altitude cloud Cirrus maiden.
She found me on the mountaintop,
our worlds met as one!...
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Wednesday 29th February 2012 4:08 pm
Tags: cirrus,cloud,sky,mountain,girl
Also by nick armbrister:
One Step Ahead | ROOM HOUSE TELLY WINE | Pipistrelle | OCEAN PLANE | Events and Time | ONCE WE HAD IT ALL | ICE FLY | USED CARS | ALMOST ASHES | LOST SOULS | TUNNEL | BRICK WALL | DRAGON LADY | NEARLY THERE | I | HORNET RESURRECTION | VOLCANO | COLLAGES | MUSTINESS | NORWAY MUSIC | my new book is out here | FADE | MY TOWN |I COULDN'T CARE TUPPENCE
Nippity-pippity, flippity-gibbity,
I couldn't care tuppence about serendipity!
Life is a craps game, a stage-play, a dance;
Life is a sap's game fate plans in advance!
Nippity-pippity, flippity-gibbity
I couldn't care tuppence about serendipity!...
I couldn't care tuppence about serendipity!
Life is a craps game, a stage-play, a dance;
Life is a sap's game fate plans in advance!
Nippity-pippity, flippity-gibbity
I couldn't care tuppence about serendipity!...
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Wednesday 29th February 2012 3:41 pm
Tags: serendipity
Also by M.C. Newberry:
PAYING THE PRICE | FLOODS | WHEN YOU WERE BORN | NIGHTMARE DEPARTURE | SWEET ALICE | OLD MAY | I LOVE HUMANITY, IT'S PEOPLE I CAN'T STAND | OLD BEFORE HIS TIME | YOU | REMEMBERING RONNIE BARKER | NOISY NEW NEIGHBOURS | SO BROKEN HEARTED - demo version | ANIMAL CRACKERS (aka "You Dirty Rat, Ewe!") | MAKING DO WITH MISERY | LINKING UP |Upon realising you were wrong for me
by Antony Owen
In the bleakness of badlands
bugs made a rainbow
dying as art on the windshield.
Those death imprinted omens
were how we’d arrive.
Set to you moment music
we bickered over immigrants,
they’re like the bugs you yelled
as your Rolex glittered with road-kill
in a rear view sunset.
We argued over arguments,
your lips like blood warm dates
dangled from the bitter root
wher...
bugs made a rainbow
dying as art on the windshield.
Those death imprinted omens
were how we’d arrive.
Set to you moment music
we bickered over immigrants,
they’re like the bugs you yelled
as your Rolex glittered with road-kill
in a rear view sunset.
We argued over arguments,
your lips like blood warm dates
dangled from the bitter root
wher...
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Wednesday 29th February 2012 12:15 pm
Tags: love gone bad
Also by Antony Owen:
Zoo |8 The Buddha Gun
by Kealan Coady
Spare room stone floor cold
sweat shakes downfluid
she waits, breaking
sparring forceful monkwhispers
deep headholes gelled skull gapes
iris hush mercurian
let jesus in, between
give god the right, behind
wet leaf brain cruel mush
residue
frail days and furry nighthands
the hands of god in the silent sheets
she her lets the dove fly
soulgroomed to the point of purchase
crucified with...
sweat shakes downfluid
she waits, breaking
sparring forceful monkwhispers
deep headholes gelled skull gapes
iris hush mercurian
let jesus in, between
give god the right, behind
wet leaf brain cruel mush
residue
frail days and furry nighthands
the hands of god in the silent sheets
she her lets the dove fly
soulgroomed to the point of purchase
crucified with...
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Wednesday 29th February 2012 11:40 am
Also by Kealan Coady:
7 The Drawing Of Lines | 6 Sweet Hallucine On The Dink Dark River | 5 Blue Mule | 4 Monk Discussion | 3 Prosthetic Leg Montage | 2 Venge | 1 Dis easy | Word Reverb | Cut The Phobium |Its the memories....
by Valerie Cook
It is the Memories ...
Tomorrow he goes on to another stage.
He is 90 plus and feeling his age.
Sickness has taken its toll on him
After years of survival, his body has given in.
But he has a daughter who is constant and true,
Who is always there to see him through.
Her devotion her love is all he needs
At this time when life recedes.
Two...
Tomorrow he goes on to another stage.
He is 90 plus and feeling his age.
Sickness has taken its toll on him
After years of survival, his body has given in.
But he has a daughter who is constant and true,
Who is always there to see him through.
Her devotion her love is all he needs
At this time when life recedes.
Two...
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Wednesday 29th February 2012 10:48 am
Tags: Death,memories,prediction.
Also by Valerie Cook:
You Are.... | Awake and watchful |THE ROLE.
by Philipos
anxiously
awaiting
her part
an actress
hears the
letterbox
clung
tearing
a fat
envelope
asunder
she scans
for text
afterwards
she smiles
further
explanation
not needed
primly tightclench
it began
please read on...
awaiting
her part
an actress
hears the
letterbox
clung
tearing
a fat
envelope
asunder
she scans
for text
afterwards
she smiles
further
explanation
not needed
primly tightclench
it began
please read on...
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Tuesday 28th February 2012 11:51 pm
Also by Philipos:
NOW AND THEN. | AWAKENING. | TIME LORD. | FLASHBACKS. | NIGHT SIGHTS. | NOT GUILTY AS CHARGED. |Dream
by John Coopey
Get Flash to see this player.
(Time for a dirty one!)
I woke excited this morning.
You know, excited down there;
I’d dreamt of us being together,
Aroused by the scent of your hair.
We walked hand-in-hand so slowly
Soaked to the bone by the rain
Its rivulets streamed down your forehead
We laughed and were twenty again.
The street turned into a bedroom
So seamless as happens in dreams
When Fantasy may be...
I woke excited this morning.
You know, excited down there;
I’d dreamt of us being together,
Aroused by the scent of your hair.
We walked hand-in-hand so slowly
Soaked to the bone by the rain
Its rivulets streamed down your forehead
We laughed and were twenty again.
The street turned into a bedroom
So seamless as happens in dreams
When Fantasy may be...
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Tuesday 28th February 2012 8:34 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Quelle Surprise! | Flora | Justin | The Charge of the Light Brigade | Worth a Try | Charity Marathon Row | Platform | Serendipity and Happenstance |No Title
by Mike Hilton
How do you write poetry?
I don't know, haven't got a Scooby Doo.
Although a teacher once told me the words you use
Should rhyme and stick together like glue.
But I haven't got the time or
The intonation to think like that.
My mates would think I'm a right ......Ball and Bat.
One lady suggested that we should work together
Using the Free Style Rhythm method.
Well, it see...
I don't know, haven't got a Scooby Doo.
Although a teacher once told me the words you use
Should rhyme and stick together like glue.
But I haven't got the time or
The intonation to think like that.
My mates would think I'm a right ......Ball and Bat.
One lady suggested that we should work together
Using the Free Style Rhythm method.
Well, it see...
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Tuesday 28th February 2012 2:32 pm
Also by Mike Hilton:
Maternal Beacon | SPIRIT | OVER BY CHRISTMAS? | GIVE IT BACK | COUNTING |Shopping List Edit - Part 2
by Laura
(NB: the dumbarse formatting doesn't show unless you click on it to read it)
beans
sausage
honesty
tomatoes
chocolate orange
eggs
bread
integrity
lentils, red and green
spuds
love
olive oil
pizza
mushy peas
cous cous
happiness
jasmine rice
shampoo
faith
milk
carrot cake
veggie country pie
butter
trust
toothpaste
washing powder
hair dye...
beans
sausage
honesty
tomatoes
chocolate orange
eggs
bread
integrity
lentils, red and green
spuds
love
olive oil
pizza
mushy peas
cous cous
happiness
jasmine rice
shampoo
faith
milk
carrot cake
veggie country pie
butter
trust
toothpaste
washing powder
hair dye...
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Tuesday 28th February 2012 1:43 pm
Also by Laura :
Prose Upon The River | Ode to a Dictionary | Stationary | Dyscalculia | Leaving Home | S.E.R.E.N.D.I.P.I.T.Y. |Growing up
In a long ago time when the world was fine and the sun shone every day.
Where the grass grew green and the air blew clean there was always time to play.
Then falls from trees and fresh scraped knees where just one part of life.
As meal times passed we survived the fast untouched by any strife.
When football games were played in frames until dusk wrap it's cloak.
A stick was a gun and we...
Where the grass grew green and the air blew clean there was always time to play.
Then falls from trees and fresh scraped knees where just one part of life.
As meal times passed we survived the fast untouched by any strife.
When football games were played in frames until dusk wrap it's cloak.
A stick was a gun and we...
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Tuesday 28th February 2012 1:12 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:
Goodbye |The Tint Of His Vision
by Dave Dunn
He sobbed as he took her back into his hoping arms,
while we all pondered just exactly what were her charms,
not her shrilling voice - for that had been agreed by us all,
nor her drunken dances, when we would oft see her fall.
The worries we had were about the lenses which were used
to keep pink there in the picture while he was being so abused,
as she flaunted h...
while we all pondered just exactly what were her charms,
not her shrilling voice - for that had been agreed by us all,
nor her drunken dances, when we would oft see her fall.
The worries we had were about the lenses which were used
to keep pink there in the picture while he was being so abused,
as she flaunted h...
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Tuesday 28th February 2012 4:02 am
Tags: Pimp
Also by Dave Dunn:
Stark Distillation | CCTV | Deep Recession | Good Dreams, Bad Dreams | The Myth Of The Perfect Man | Brothers Right Enough | The Day Of Sense | The Kissing Game | The Unknown Child |If I Only Had The Words
Trapped inside my brain
Ten thousand fledglings wait
Each sparkling with hope
Within this hopeless state.
In their unfettered world
They jostle to be free,
Yet one by one the flame is gone –
They shrink and die in me.
Oh! Womb of future past
Where birth pains sear,
Ambitions fear
And Creativity
Disappears,
In darkest night
My dreams take flight
As they aspire
To cast th...
Ten thousand fledglings wait
Each sparkling with hope
Within this hopeless state.
In their unfettered world
They jostle to be free,
Yet one by one the flame is gone –
They shrink and die in me.
Oh! Womb of future past
Where birth pains sear,
Ambitions fear
And Creativity
Disappears,
In darkest night
My dreams take flight
As they aspire
To cast th...
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Monday 27th February 2012 9:00 pm
Also by Yvonne Brunton:
Gulf War Special | The Kiss | The Photograph | The White Line Factory |PERIOD OF CHANGE
by Tony Hilton
Heightened emotion, lowered devotion
The body invaded, the senses pervaded
By tensions and fears, confusion and tears
Red mist is falling, the "Russians are calling"
To occupy state, let's hope they're not late
Life's blood ebbs away, day by day
Captured at source, as a matter of course
Female frustration, male isolation
Monthly mutation across every nation
Give no...
The body invaded, the senses pervaded
By tensions and fears, confusion and tears
Red mist is falling, the "Russians are calling"
To occupy state, let's hope they're not late
Life's blood ebbs away, day by day
Captured at source, as a matter of course
Female frustration, male isolation
Monthly mutation across every nation
Give no...
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Monday 27th February 2012 6:24 pm
Also by Tony Hilton:
FOR THE COMMON GOOD | COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE | WE'RE NOT ALONE | POLITICAL INCORRECTNESS | LIFE GOES ON | CAUGHT SHORT WITH A THOUGHT | IT'S ONLY A GAME |Rain Drop Melody
Rain drops drip
On dustpan lids
Drip drop, drip drop
Creating a rhythm
With every splash
Trickling down flower petals
On window pane
Moving smoothly
Following their own beat
Making people feel
Hear
And look at their beauty
Even if people moan
They cannot stop
The drip drop, drip drop
Raindrop beat...
On dustpan lids
Drip drop, drip drop
Creating a rhythm
With every splash
Trickling down flower petals
On window pane
Moving smoothly
Following their own beat
Making people feel
Hear
And look at their beauty
Even if people moan
They cannot stop
The drip drop, drip drop
Raindrop beat...
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Monday 27th February 2012 2:08 pm
Technical Hitch
Open file.
There has been a sighting, it is a high priority alert,
We have launched an immediate investigation into the incident,
He is on a dark edge, she has too much cuteness,
Refer them to the compatible relationship facilitator.
She does not click onto his love icon, she needs a reorientation course,
He wants to take her heart into stewardship, so that it can be properly managed,
C...
There has been a sighting, it is a high priority alert,
We have launched an immediate investigation into the incident,
He is on a dark edge, she has too much cuteness,
Refer them to the compatible relationship facilitator.
She does not click onto his love icon, she needs a reorientation course,
He wants to take her heart into stewardship, so that it can be properly managed,
C...
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Sunday 26th February 2012 9:42 pm
Poem for my Dad
Poem For My Dad
In the deepest darkest recess of the mind
The saddest memory is there to find
There’s nothing more to say except I miss you Dad,
We had our time together, good and bad
And many differences, we had
After all, you were a man who got an apple and an orange for Christmas
And I was a lad who began the biggest record collection in the world,
Or so it seemed to you...
In the deepest darkest recess of the mind
The saddest memory is there to find
There’s nothing more to say except I miss you Dad,
We had our time together, good and bad
And many differences, we had
After all, you were a man who got an apple and an orange for Christmas
And I was a lad who began the biggest record collection in the world,
Or so it seemed to you...
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Sunday 26th February 2012 4:45 pm
Tags: father,dad
Also by Steve Higgins:
Death Comes Without Warning | The History of the World Part Four | Her Prisoner of War. |Ruby Like a Blood Red Flower
Down beneath the grasslands swaying
Beside the rivers rush and roaring
Growing there a blood red flower
Round brown mice hearts a beating
Scatter beneath the grasslands swaying
Beside the rivers rush and roaring
Where woodland nymphs spin yarn a golden
Weave golden webs from tree to tree
Come them dressed in oak and apple
Come them dressed in leaf and lily
To the plac...
Beside the rivers rush and roaring
Growing there a blood red flower
Round brown mice hearts a beating
Scatter beneath the grasslands swaying
Beside the rivers rush and roaring
Where woodland nymphs spin yarn a golden
Weave golden webs from tree to tree
Come them dressed in oak and apple
Come them dressed in leaf and lily
To the plac...
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Sunday 26th February 2012 11:55 am
The cruet set
by Greg Freeman
I never really knew my mother’s father.
All I remember: tuft of nostril hair,
spied from sitting on his knee; and a hoard
of half-hidden threepenny pieces
slipped into a sandpit outside the lido.
In pictures he looks a kind, fair man.
Worked for his only firm from 16 to 61.
Received a wedding cruet set in 1922,
inscribed "from members and friends" at his FC.
Team photo...
All I remember: tuft of nostril hair,
spied from sitting on his knee; and a hoard
of half-hidden threepenny pieces
slipped into a sandpit outside the lido.
In pictures he looks a kind, fair man.
Worked for his only firm from 16 to 61.
Received a wedding cruet set in 1922,
inscribed "from members and friends" at his FC.
Team photo...
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Sunday 26th February 2012 10:37 am
Tags: Family silver
I Would not change a thing.
And I'd give u my didgets if I thought it mattered,
Laughing yeah.
Hint hint let me know,
THis one of my last!
And I'd give u my didgets if I thought it mattered,
Laughing yeah.
Hint hint let me know,
THis one of my last!
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Sunday 26th February 2012 2:12 am
Poetry is my Legacy
Written 14th February 2012
When the last paragraph of the story of my life
Has been reached
When the last full stop is written
Once the book is closed
The lights will be turned off
And that will be the end of the show
Those poems I wrote
Over the years
Hopefully will stand the test of time
Be read by young and old eyes
Yet to come across them
In years to come
If I have not...
When the last paragraph of the story of my life
Has been reached
When the last full stop is written
Once the book is closed
The lights will be turned off
And that will be the end of the show
Those poems I wrote
Over the years
Hopefully will stand the test of time
Be read by young and old eyes
Yet to come across them
In years to come
If I have not...
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Saturday 25th February 2012 10:19 pm
Tags: Poetry is my Legacy Sinclair Azubuike Farrell Poem
Also by Sinclair Azubuike Farrell:
Writer's Block | The Bogeyman Has Gone Forever | Everybody is Out to Make Money |The Cat Asleep
by Tom Harding
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Saturday 25th February 2012 8:46 pm
Also by Tom Harding:
New York, Honeymoon Poem no.3 | I remember the morning... | Folk Song | Famous Scenes Of Sadness (01/02/12) |Blake Hall, Mirfield
Where is that nursery window?
Cunliffe, Martha and Mary
threw Anne's writing-desk onto the lawn
after spitting in her workbag.
Is the table in the corner
the one that Anne tied her charges to
much to the chagrin of her employer?
Silence hovers in the room.
In the orchard and kitchen garden
I can sense the bones of moles and magpies
trapped and tortured by Master Cunli...
Cunliffe, Martha and Mary
threw Anne's writing-desk onto the lawn
after spitting in her workbag.
Is the table in the corner
the one that Anne tied her charges to
much to the chagrin of her employer?
Silence hovers in the room.
In the orchard and kitchen garden
I can sense the bones of moles and magpies
trapped and tortured by Master Cunli...
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Saturday 25th February 2012 5:14 pm
Medicine
by mike watts
My neighbours battle constantly:
She slaps him with ugly pig
And he uppercuts back -
Fat bitch.
Sometimes when they start
I turn off the radio
So that I can tune in
To their violence.
I don’t understand
How two people would want
To share the same space,
To eat and sleep together.
Tonight there is a truce:
I can hear laughter from their TV
So I switch on the radio
And...
She slaps him with ugly pig
And he uppercuts back -
Fat bitch.
Sometimes when they start
I turn off the radio
So that I can tune in
To their violence.
I don’t understand
How two people would want
To share the same space,
To eat and sleep together.
Tonight there is a truce:
I can hear laughter from their TV
So I switch on the radio
And...
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Saturday 25th February 2012 2:35 pm
Also by mike watts:
Saving Private Hayton | And still no change | Night Terror |We Go Together (Chants from Walkabouts - 9)
by David Franks: Walkabouts Verse
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Poem/song 109 of 230: WE GO TOGETHER
(TUNE:
C E G E C E G E
E G E E E
C E G E C E G E
E G E E E
C E G E C E G E
E G E E E
G A B B A G A G
B A G A G
C A B B C A B B
C A B B C A B B
B A G A G
B B A G A G)
Does a mortar need a pestle?
A curry a grind?
Does a monsieur need a madame?
An ooh need two la’s?
Does a work-bee need some pollen?
And flo...
(TUNE:
C E G E C E G E
E G E E E
C E G E C E G E
E G E E E
C E G E C E G E
E G E E E
G A B B A G A G
B A G A G
C A B B C A B B
C A B B C A B B
B A G A G
B B A G A G)
Does a mortar need a pestle?
A curry a grind?
Does a monsieur need a madame?
An ooh need two la’s?
Does a work-bee need some pollen?
And flo...
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Saturday 25th February 2012 12:58 pm
Also by David Franks: Walkabouts Verse:
The Mersey at Didsbury (Chants from Walkabouts - 10) | Fondly and Vividly (Chants from Walkabouts - 11) | Entrée (Chants from Walkabouts - 12) |Carniverous
by Noetic-fret!
Carnivorous
People in glass houses should not throw stones!
But I find myself thrown,
Thrown like lamb to lion
But that’s how it is,
That’s how it always is when
Suffering the purgatory of born lowest,
Lowest of low.
You start your day with all manners
Of optimism; keen, eager, ready to take
On the all - selfish gods bestow
As your quota of problems for the day,
Bu...
People in glass houses should not throw stones!
But I find myself thrown,
Thrown like lamb to lion
But that’s how it is,
That’s how it always is when
Suffering the purgatory of born lowest,
Lowest of low.
You start your day with all manners
Of optimism; keen, eager, ready to take
On the all - selfish gods bestow
As your quota of problems for the day,
Bu...
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Saturday 25th February 2012 2:27 am
Tracing Their Footsteps
Respecting somebody takes time
for disappointment follows their every step
as we watch them accomplish
what we dream of doing
and admire their achievements,
which fuel our own desire to be like them.
We long to stand right beside them
and show our respect and admiration
for who they are
and what they’ve done,
turning our backs
on...
for disappointment follows their every step
as we watch them accomplish
what we dream of doing
and admire their achievements,
which fuel our own desire to be like them.
We long to stand right beside them
and show our respect and admiration
for who they are
and what they’ve done,
turning our backs
on...
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Saturday 25th February 2012 1:33 am
Tags: Oscars
My Next Poem...
This poem is not technically speaking my next poem.
However, it would have been-
if you had seen me writing my last poem,
you see my next poem will be the one I write after this one-
if you sort of know what I mean?
But it won't be my next poem when I'm actually composing it,
it will then be my current poem,
of course this poem would then become my last poem.
No, not the last p...
However, it would have been-
if you had seen me writing my last poem,
you see my next poem will be the one I write after this one-
if you sort of know what I mean?
But it won't be my next poem when I'm actually composing it,
it will then be my current poem,
of course this poem would then become my last poem.
No, not the last p...
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Friday 24th February 2012 6:57 pm
Tags: My Next Poem
Also by Graham Robinson:
Love or Just Lust... | Togetherness... | I Think | Now Broken |Untitled
by Terry White
This girl doesn't love me
anymore than I love myself.
I bet she can't even remember my name.
I'd be surprised if she was
even interested in learning it.
She just wants to spend the night
examining my foreskin,
or turning me in circles,
trying to find the seam
where God sewed me up.
Somewhere beyond this day,
there are lovers next to white beaches,
about to wa...
anymore than I love myself.
I bet she can't even remember my name.
I'd be surprised if she was
even interested in learning it.
She just wants to spend the night
examining my foreskin,
or turning me in circles,
trying to find the seam
where God sewed me up.
Somewhere beyond this day,
there are lovers next to white beaches,
about to wa...
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Friday 24th February 2012 6:13 pm
Also by Terry White:
Day 13 |Domination
by Solar
I’m NOT a French maid
Gurlz Brigade
Cock-a-hoop
Betty Boop
Round a pole
Slow control
Dirty talk
Sleazy walk
Big whack
Long mack
Nasty nylon frillies
Over-priced for sillies
Leather basque
Weirdo mask
No ‘pain’
No ‘rain’
I’m sane! Don’t complain!
You may scoff
Tell me off
Turn to porn
Well what a yawn!
It’s all fake
About the mon...
Gurlz Brigade
Cock-a-hoop
Betty Boop
Round a pole
Slow control
Dirty talk
Sleazy walk
Big whack
Long mack
Nasty nylon frillies
Over-priced for sillies
Leather basque
Weirdo mask
No ‘pain’
No ‘rain’
I’m sane! Don’t complain!
You may scoff
Tell me off
Turn to porn
Well what a yawn!
It’s all fake
About the mon...
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Friday 24th February 2012 4:43 pm
Also by Solar:
Wanted | A Hairy Womans Fortunate Experience |Devaluation
We won the war in 1944
Me and Jubb sang that coming back from school
then bought our rocks at The Bonbon shop:
Fruit Pastilles, Gobstoppers, Pineapple Chunks.
We never pinched from the Bonbon shop
because Mr Bonbon would let you off
if you didn’t have enough dough.
One morning we heard him say to a bloke
It makes you wonder who won the war
German cars are better than ours
and...
Me and Jubb sang that coming back from school
then bought our rocks at The Bonbon shop:
Fruit Pastilles, Gobstoppers, Pineapple Chunks.
We never pinched from the Bonbon shop
because Mr Bonbon would let you off
if you didn’t have enough dough.
One morning we heard him say to a bloke
It makes you wonder who won the war
German cars are better than ours
and...
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Friday 24th February 2012 10:19 am
Fashion Womble
by Donna Scott
I am a fashion womble, ‘cause I like to find
clothes that the everyday folk leave behind
in charity shops. They’ve got quite a range
the vintage, the bargain, the oddball and strange:
Chenille turtlenecks that are falling to pieces,
stonewashed Wranglers with turn-ups and creases,
a Hellbunny dress that won’t fit round the middle,
a gabardine coat that smells slightly of...
clothes that the everyday folk leave behind
in charity shops. They’ve got quite a range
the vintage, the bargain, the oddball and strange:
Chenille turtlenecks that are falling to pieces,
stonewashed Wranglers with turn-ups and creases,
a Hellbunny dress that won’t fit round the middle,
a gabardine coat that smells slightly of...
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Friday 24th February 2012 9:09 am
Tags: fashion,comedy
Also by Donna Scott:
Love is The Stig |Walk Through Rain
by Peter Asher
I cut across the square
Toward warm light
Reflected in stone.
My perseverance through persistence
Draws a line to the vanishing point of purpose.
Light on the pavement
Each footfall Played teasingly
On the diffusion of light.
This I remember as a recalling
Years ago and with the rain clouding my mind.
Reinforcement, the image I made I sustain
While it is scattered
Across a stretc...
Toward warm light
Reflected in stone.
My perseverance through persistence
Draws a line to the vanishing point of purpose.
Light on the pavement
Each footfall Played teasingly
On the diffusion of light.
This I remember as a recalling
Years ago and with the rain clouding my mind.
Reinforcement, the image I made I sustain
While it is scattered
Across a stretc...
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Thursday 23rd February 2012 10:45 pm
Meridian Lines
by BT
Meridian Lines
I have been opening the meridian lines
Gathering knowledge
Stretching the lines of communication like the marks on my hips
Gaining greater understanding,
of who the hell I may actually be
I am collecting all the pieces of myself
Bits from here and there
I am putting them back together again
with tiny much needed kisses...
I have been opening the meridian lines
Gathering knowledge
Stretching the lines of communication like the marks on my hips
Gaining greater understanding,
of who the hell I may actually be
I am collecting all the pieces of myself
Bits from here and there
I am putting them back together again
with tiny much needed kisses...
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Thursday 23rd February 2012 8:48 pm
Tags: poetry,contemporary,free verse,free form
Also by BT:
Underwater Creature | Candy Apple Love | Joan of Arc | Questions I Never Asked | Sugar Revolution | She Knows | Falling Colors | Immortality | Some Times I Change My Mind | Your Aquiantance | Broken Crystals | Super Hero | A Ribbon Cut As Red As my Heart | Vapor | Fireflies in Glass Jars | Clemency |ThePoetry Spoke Open Mic poetry night- Guests- Graham Robinson - Petrova C Fairhurst
by Chris Co
'ThePoetry Spoke'
Great poetry and acoustic music night-
This Tuesday Night - 28th February - 8pm!
La Gondola
22a Liscard Crescent
Wallasey- The Wirral
CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)
Check us out in the gig guide and view the photo- we're the venue/wine bar that has all the ivy going on lol.
Our Guest Poet
WOL poet and Wirral Ode Show competition...
Great poetry and acoustic music night-
This Tuesday Night - 28th February - 8pm!
La Gondola
22a Liscard Crescent
Wallasey- The Wirral
CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)
Check us out in the gig guide and view the photo- we're the venue/wine bar that has all the ivy going on lol.
Our Guest Poet
WOL poet and Wirral Ode Show competition...
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Thursday 23rd February 2012 8:19 pm
Also by Chris Co:
Chelsea Zen Buddhist Haiku |The Cellist
They think they know her as she bends over,
her cheek stroking the spruce of pine,
the tufts of her hair, static – dreams wafted in the near space
of suggestion.
They cross their legs and lean into each other –
eyes forward, slight with whispers, presumptions -
they know the program, and have bought the ticket;
they wrote the music, and metered the love.
She holds them up,...
her cheek stroking the spruce of pine,
the tufts of her hair, static – dreams wafted in the near space
of suggestion.
They cross their legs and lean into each other –
eyes forward, slight with whispers, presumptions -
they know the program, and have bought the ticket;
they wrote the music, and metered the love.
She holds them up,...
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Thursday 23rd February 2012 12:26 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:
The Whale's Mouth | Painting Consciousness | The Crow and the Allotment | Dune |This Current Economic Climate
This Current Economic Climate
The unknown
The feared
The fear
Grows when allowed
Society
This society
Burrowing its venem
Deep
Deep, deep
Those that can’t pay don’t
And the bill becomes larger and larger
And their pockets become smaller and smaller
Then their houses get tinier
Then they lose them
And their sleeping blankets have no zips
And their doorways have no carboa...
The unknown
The feared
The fear
Grows when allowed
Society
This society
Burrowing its venem
Deep
Deep, deep
Those that can’t pay don’t
And the bill becomes larger and larger
And their pockets become smaller and smaller
Then their houses get tinier
Then they lose them
And their sleeping blankets have no zips
And their doorways have no carboa...
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Thursday 23rd February 2012 12:04 am
Tags: Life,economy,Politics
Lido
Highgate Women’s Pond
We are fair feather swimmers, lucked out on sunshine
dipping down among the moorhens and the mandarin ducks.
Remember the house we shared, the book we all read -
from The Women’s Press - ‘Steaming Ahead’ - picture of an iron
on the spine. It was called Three Ply Yarn, told the stories
of women’s lives, how they combine, pull apart and coincide.
Today ou...
We are fair feather swimmers, lucked out on sunshine
dipping down among the moorhens and the mandarin ducks.
Remember the house we shared, the book we all read -
from The Women’s Press - ‘Steaming Ahead’ - picture of an iron
on the spine. It was called Three Ply Yarn, told the stories
of women’s lives, how they combine, pull apart and coincide.
Today ou...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 11:29 pm
Cove
The chisk of shale beneath wet boots
rasps my ears, and then
vanquished
by the inshore squall
falls silent.
Squealing gulls take the baton up
and plummet low
to peck my scalp,
I turn as if pursued
by sea thieves, but
find none there.
This is a reckless place
hostile battleground
to the daily war of
sand and surf and scavengers
© Graham Sherwood 2/2012...
rasps my ears, and then
vanquished
by the inshore squall
falls silent.
Squealing gulls take the baton up
and plummet low
to peck my scalp,
I turn as if pursued
by sea thieves, but
find none there.
This is a reckless place
hostile battleground
to the daily war of
sand and surf and scavengers
© Graham Sherwood 2/2012...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 9:15 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:
Qatada | Essencia | Muse |Beyond the Window
by Alan Gillott
Selflish self promotion but this is a not to missed event for fans of Bush and McCluskey so that when they have their rightful International fame you will be able to say: "I saw Bush and McCluskey before they were famous". Oh, and there will be great supporting poetry from Rose Drew, Pauline Kirk, John Gilham and Edd Caine.
All at the Lion and Lamb, 7pm, 4 High Petergate, York - and c...
All at the Lion and Lamb, 7pm, 4 High Petergate, York - and c...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 7:49 pm
MY OLD WHITE SPACE SUIT
I must have passed this attic door
Framed in its mist of quietness
A thousand times,
I wonder what it was
That this time made me pause –
Accept the invitation –
And come in.
So far
This journey
Through nostalgia -country
Has been sweet,
Past the old rocking horse
(My first addiction)
The red tricycle
Upon which
Trailing
A panic of pursuing womenfolk
I first set out t...
Framed in its mist of quietness
A thousand times,
I wonder what it was
That this time made me pause –
Accept the invitation –
And come in.
So far
This journey
Through nostalgia -country
Has been sweet,
Past the old rocking horse
(My first addiction)
The red tricycle
Upon which
Trailing
A panic of pursuing womenfolk
I first set out t...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 7:32 pm
Tags: SERENDIPITY COMP
A trip to the Supermarket
by Jan Jack
A Trip to the Supermarket
I’m shopping in my lunch break and I only have an hour,
I’m whizzing round the supermarket; all I need is flour,
But then I buy some extra bits to make my shopping last,
I pick up speed down aisle three; I’m running pretty fast,
My trolley is quite heavy, so I park it down the aisle,
I collect butter, milk and loo roll, and I start to lose my sm...
I’m shopping in my lunch break and I only have an hour,
I’m whizzing round the supermarket; all I need is flour,
But then I buy some extra bits to make my shopping last,
I pick up speed down aisle three; I’m running pretty fast,
My trolley is quite heavy, so I park it down the aisle,
I collect butter, milk and loo roll, and I start to lose my sm...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 7:20 pm
Tags: Jan Jack,bespoke poetry,humorous verse
Also by Jan Jack:
A Contemporary Romance |Block
by Matt Tilke
Hi everyone and welcome once again to my poetry blog.
It's been a while since I last posted which I apologise for but it's been a crazy few months.
I have a new one for you today which is written about a subject we can all sympathise with, the dreaded writers block. Some say it's a myth some live by it and for others it just happens from time to time. I also apologise in advance to...
It's been a while since I last posted which I apologise for but it's been a crazy few months.
I have a new one for you today which is written about a subject we can all sympathise with, the dreaded writers block. Some say it's a myth some live by it and for others it just happens from time to time. I also apologise in advance to...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 5:55 pm
Tags: writers block,block
Night Terror
Insomnia! .... I need some sleep
Yet from the blessed covers peep
To silhouette upon the wall
And shadows cast by bugger all
All hue of woes converge hereto
In blackest robe the night freak flew
As perfume jars displace and crack
whilst all imagined ills attack
The scent of death and rotting flesh
The fluttering of the curtain mesh
My brea...
Yet from the blessed covers peep
To silhouette upon the wall
And shadows cast by bugger all
All hue of woes converge hereto
In blackest robe the night freak flew
As perfume jars displace and crack
whilst all imagined ills attack
The scent of death and rotting flesh
The fluttering of the curtain mesh
My brea...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 5:51 pm
Also by stephen j stirk:
He Aint Heavy He's My Mother | Selling Poetry (A Practical Guide) | Newbie Poet (been around the block a few times) |Trev's USA Tour 2011
22.04.11: This was the last poem I would write before I got to New York, it had been a long tiring drive and my inspiration had gone so I concentrated on enjoying my tour, but nothing could have prepared me for what would happen there. I wrote a journal of the trip just in case inspiration would strike when I got home so far it hasn't.
Through the fog and the rain time to hit the road again...
Through the fog and the rain time to hit the road again...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 5:48 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:
Trev's USA Tour 2011 |There's More to Me
There's more to me
than what
they see.
Some see the
real me.
Some only
the facade.
Some think
I'm nice,
some think I'm odd.
Some think
I'm a dork.
My emotions
stuffed in a
bottle and
sealed with a cork.
There's more to me
than what
they see....
than what
they see.
Some see the
real me.
Some only
the facade.
Some think
I'm nice,
some think I'm odd.
Some think
I'm a dork.
My emotions
stuffed in a
bottle and
sealed with a cork.
There's more to me
than what
they see....
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 4:38 pm
Tags: self image,what others think
Also by Shirley Smothers:
In Times of Trouble |the pins don’t work
by Glyn Pope
i had hoped
you’
died
that the pins
i’
d
stuck
killed you
the pins
don’t work
pink
black
or
blue
you
still wander
larger
than
life
spreading
callous
cruelty...
you’
died
that the pins
i’
d
stuck
killed you
the pins
don’t work
pink
black
or
blue
you
still wander
larger
than
life
spreading
callous
cruelty...
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Wednesday 22nd February 2012 4:28 pm
Also by Glyn Pope:
sincerely folks | (untitled) |Can You Hear The People Sing?
by Thom
They dwell in strange rooms
the murky recesses of affordability
barely buildings, bedrooms with sinks
chair pushed up against the door
flakes of lives flung everywhere
A curtain, a quilt - who can really say?
A bare bulb hangs in an open window
no shade inside from day or night
Still lives go on; the rudimentary,
ramshackle, clutching at homeliness
the need for shelter unit...
the murky recesses of affordability
barely buildings, bedrooms with sinks
chair pushed up against the door
flakes of lives flung everywhere
A curtain, a quilt - who can really say?
A bare bulb hangs in an open window
no shade inside from day or night
Still lives go on; the rudimentary,
ramshackle, clutching at homeliness
the need for shelter unit...
Read more and leave comments (6)
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 3:25 pm
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