Wednesday 29th February 2012 8:18 pm
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 hotsp...
Wednesday 29th February 2012 8:01 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:Oceans | Bankers With A Capital 'W' | Serendipity | Rough Justice | Woman In The Mirror |
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,
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 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! ...
Wednesday 29th February 2012 4:08 pm
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 about serendipity!
Life is a craps game, a stage-play, a dance;
Life is a sap's game fate plans in advance!
I couldn't care tuppence about serendipity!
Wednesday 29th February 2012 3:41 pm
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 |
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
frail days and furry nighthands
the hands of god in the silent sheets
she her lets the dove fly
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 |
Wednesday 29th February 2012 10:48 am
Also by Valerie Cook:You Are.... | Awake and watchful |
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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. |
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(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
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 |
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...
Tuesday 28th February 2012 2:32 pm
Also by Mike Hilton:Maternal Beacon | SPIRIT | OVER BY CHRISTMAS? | GIVE IT BACK | COUNTING |
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lentils, red and green
veggie country pie
Tuesday 28th February 2012 1:43 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:Prose Upon The River | Ode to a Dictionary | Stationary | Dyscalculia | Leaving Home | S.E.R.E.N.D.I.P.I.T.Y. |
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.
Tuesday 28th February 2012 1:12 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:Goodbye |
Tuesday 28th February 2012 4:02 am
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 |
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,
In darkest night
Monday 27th February 2012 9:00 pm
Also by Yvonne Brunton:Gulf War Special | The Kiss | The Photograph | The White Line Factory |
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...
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 drops drip
On dustpan lids
Drip drop, drip drop
Creating a rhythm
With every splash
Trickling down flower petals
On window pane
Following their own beat
Making people feel
And look at their beauty
Even if people moan
They cannot stop
The drip drop, drip drop
Monday 27th February 2012 2:08 pm
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 i...
Sunday 26th February 2012 9:42 pm
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 th...
Sunday 26th February 2012 4:45 pm
Also by Steve:Death Comes Without Warning | The History of the World Part Four | Her Prisoner of War. |
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 dresse...
Sunday 26th February 2012 11:55 am
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 ...
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!
Sunday 26th February 2012 2:12 am
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
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 |
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) |
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 Cunliffe,
Saturday 25th February 2012 5:14 pm
My neighbours battle constantly:
She slaps him with ugly pig
And he uppercuts back -
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 he...
Saturday 25th February 2012 2:35 pm
Also by mike watts:Saving Private Hayton | And still no change | Night Terror |
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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 flowers a bee?
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) |
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
Saturday 25th February 2012 2:27 am
Saturday 25th February 2012 1:33 am
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.
Friday 24th February 2012 6:57 pm
Tags: My Next Poem
Also by Graham Robinson:Love or Just Lust... | Togetherness... | I Think | Now Broken |
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 walk barefoot ...
Friday 24th February 2012 6:13 pm
I’m NOT a French maid
Round a pole
Nasty nylon frillies
Over-priced for sillies
I’m sane! Don’t complain!
You may scoff
Tell me off
Turn to porn
Well what a yawn!
It’s all f...
Friday 24th February 2012 4:43 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Wanted | A Hairy Womans Fortunate Experience |
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
Friday 24th February 2012 10:19 am
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 s...
Friday 24th February 2012 9:09 am
Also by Donna Scott:Love is The Stig |
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 su...
Thursday 23rd February 2012 10:45 pm
Thursday 23rd February 2012 8:48 pm
Tags: contemporary,free form,free verse,poetry
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 |
Great poetry and acoustic music night-
This Tuesday Night - 28th February - 8pm!
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 Wi...
Thursday 23rd February 2012 8:19 pm
Also by Chris Co:Chelsea Zen Buddhist Haiku |
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
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.
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
Grows when allowed
Burrowing its venem
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 zip...
Thursday 23rd February 2012 12:04 am
Highgate Womenâs 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 Womenâs Press - âSteaming Aheadâ - picture of an iron on the spine. It was called Three Ply Yarn, told the stories of womenâs lives, how they combine, pull apart and coincide. Today ou...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 11:29 pm
The chisk of shale beneath wet boots
rasps my ears, and then
by the inshore squall
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
to the daily war of
sand and surf and scavengers
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 9:15 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Qatada | Essencia | Muse |
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...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 7:49 pm
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.
Through nostalgia -country
Has been sweet,
Past the old rocking horse
(My first addiction)
The red tricycle
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 7:32 pm
Tags: SERENDIPITY COMP
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 los...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 7:20 pm
Tags: bespoke poetry,humorous verse,Jan Jack
Also by Jan Jack:A Contemporary Romance |
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 a...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 5:55 pm
Tags: block,writers block
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) |
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...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 5:48 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:Trev's USA Tour 2011 |
There's more to me
Some see the
some think I'm odd.
I'm a dork.
stuffed in a
sealed with a cork.
There's more to me
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 4:38 pm
Tags: self image,what others think
Also by Shirley Smothers:In Times of Trouble |
i had hoped
that the pins
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 4:28 pm
Also by Glyn Pope:sincerely folks | (untitled) |
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 unites us all
A hotel, a shed - who...
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 3:25 pm
A new dawn rose,
and I with it.
Soft pink petals, dew-dropped,
woke me up
and saying hello,
unfolded for me.
The flower blossomed:
it was enticing me,
An iridescent pearl
formed from within,
a single drop
caressing the lip.
It looked at me,
Wednesday 22nd February 2012 11:19 am
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Also by Richie Muster:Bloody Travesty! | Neverever | A HANDFUL OF DUST/ CUMAEAN SYBIL |
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