To feel her warm and gentle hand
upon your smiling face,
her tender loving caress is like
a sweet and soothing grace.
Teasing, as your fingers
trace a tantalizing trek
along her silken stockings
as you tenderly kiss her neck.
Gazing into enchanting eyes
so deep with dark desire,
whirling pools of life and lust,
dancing in dangerous fires.
A hint o...
Saturday 25th July 2015 1:46 pm
The whistle blows to sound the charge
and over the top they bustle and barge,
covered from head to toe in mud
and soon tainted with flesh and blood.
Up the ladder with slippery rungs,
a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,
adrenalin coursing through every vein
with the fear of not coming back again.
Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,
tangled in barbed w...
Friday 24th July 2015 2:55 pm
The stains upon the bar
tell of many sad tales
of love, loss and tragic lives;
and drink to drown out the wails.
Another washed out soul
seeks the solace of the glass,
to wash away the memory
of another broken pass.
another gambling god,
another weary player
bet his life upon the sod.
The rings around his eyes
mark the t...
Sunday 12th July 2015 3:53 am
The flickering light calls from
across the disused railway embankment
like a lonely beacon sending signals
into the misty grey dawn.
Quietly questioning a world
still wrapped in strong arms of slumber.
I consider sending an answer,
would that I understood its coded question.
I’m drawn into its intoxicating world by
the pulsating rhythm of its incandescent heart...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 10:15 am
How frail, in truth,
is the world that we tread?
Captains and kings
claiming calm sea’s ahead
as they’re riding high
upon their silver spoons
laughing, as below
the world withers too soon.
How thin the membrane
of life’s brittle bubbles,
building our barriers
and avoiding all troubles.
Do we wonder at the reasons;
do we hide or protect
as we inch to t...
Wednesday 1st July 2015 3:16 pm
Peppercorn eyes or was it peppermint eyes, does it matter?
Something...orginal eyes! Something blazing eyes...something dreamy and crapper.
Yes, so he tasted of morning breath and the blandness of saliva
but just write that he tasted of strawberries and hope because that sounda a lot nicer!
...Wait... stop! The ryhme is off!
Can you have more ryhme this time, less variation.
Wednesday 24th June 2015 7:05 pm
“But it’s not my fault”,
cried the mouse in dismay,
“I though I knew where I was
but appear to have lost my way”
Sat at the foot of my bed
with his hands under his head,
he tried through his tears
to relate what is here.
I set out early this morn
after nibbling on some corn
for my breakfast, on the cob is best.
I was raring to ...
Friday 19th June 2015 12:40 am
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
Standing close behind
She shudders in anticipation
For his commanding touch; but
He denies her such satisfaction
Only applying goosebumps to her skin
His hot breath teases increasing her adrenaline
Fingers hooking the straps of her top
Pulling over those soft shoulders
Drawing down ever slowly like molasses
Cascading over skin on winter morning
The cloth rolls over nipples perked
Thursday 28th May 2015 1:52 am
You’re like a perfect picture of everything
Your mind, your laugh
That genuine smile
You’re like a breath of fresh air
So pure, curable
It’s insane how you made me feel
You want me to believe I’m sane.
I almost lost in all hopes
Love, life, happiness in whole
It was a downfall, endless hole
Somehow you came into my life
And proved the world isn’t that bad after all.
Your words ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 4:03 am
I’m in need of no doctor;
no need of a prescription drug,
something exciting has happened,
I’ve caught the poetry bug.
Awake to see the sunrise,
vomiting words onto a pad,
hot in a fever of passion ,
but I’m actually rather glad.
My teeth chatter the rhythm,
as I sweat personification,
similes and metaphors,
no wonder I have dehydration.
There can only be one cure,
I’ll go to th...
Monday 4th May 2015 9:47 pm
i am drawn to
seas of clouds above in nothingness
the seas of water
the seas of open land and forests
the cities with seas of
concrete and people
i was born to be a
Monday 4th May 2015 12:04 pm
Third instalment of my poetry comic strip - The Proletarian Poet part 3 - It's not a hobby! https://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2015/04/30/the-proletarian-poet-part-3/
Friday 1st May 2015 8:48 am
Tags: poems,poetry,poetry comics,The Proletarian Poet
~~NOT A MACHINE.
I don’t want to be in a hundred places.
I don’t want to drown in a million faces.
I don’t really know them.
I don’t want to show them who I am.
I just want to dam this increasing flow
Of places, faces I can’t put my finger on.
If I close my eyes they should be gone.
But they linger, hanging on,
Banging on like a spoilt brat.
Droning on about this ‘n’ that,
Like a coll...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 7:17 am
Poetry collection longlisted for the Melita Hume prize 2015: http://www.eyewearpublishing.com/
Monday 20th April 2015 10:00 am
Tags: Eyewear Publishing,Melita Hume prize,poems,poetry,poetry competitions,poetry prizes
The time of labor start once one clocks in
as the money is important for survival.
Better to have it than being flat broke.
Despite what those on the outside peeping in may say,
this man right here isn't flipping patties for nothing.
For he longs to return to his life back home,
which ran smooth like molasses
then snapped in half like a pair of glasses.
As the infallible re...
Monday 13th April 2015 5:10 am
Tags: motivation,poetry,real life,redemption
In case you didn't know,
And so you will remember,
Just think of what you hold,
And here is something simple,
And, so you will remember,
I'm tying this string on your finger.
Here is something simple,
Of why you came to be there.
I'm tying this string on your finger,
And mind your mother,
Of why you came to be there,
Think why we took the bother.
And mind your mother,
When you l...
Friday 10th April 2015 4:02 am
Hello there. Here is a new, ridiculous poem about fannies and the joy of owning one. If you are reading this in the US, fannies means front bottom and it’s only ladies that have them. Oh yes, I have published a real book made of paper; it's called Slightly Wrong, and it is full of daft poems. It's a bit rude. You can get it from Amazon here if you are desperate.
Fannies arrive in al...
Wednesday 8th April 2015 7:05 pm
Tags: comic verse,Louise Etheridge,poetry
O' sing for Aphrodite, when she fled
The bonds of heaven, to rescue her son,
When trapped in battle at the war of Troy,
Instead of choosing to sit idly by,
She dared to shrug the burden of her tears
And take the winged chariot into battle,
And, reaching for her love, was stopped by spear,
And cries of passion rose against the sky
Before she sought the refuge of her chambers
To mourn the l...
Wednesday 8th April 2015 8:28 am
The spider in her web,
Waiting the night,
Expecting love to come,
And slake her thirst.
She lies wrapped in
Chambers of silk,
And she lays her hand
Upon the windowsill,
Looking for her lover.
Saturday 4th April 2015 2:33 am
A pair of field guns stand
Backs to the castle
At the high street
A sign reads
'Please do not
Climb on the guns'
As if children
Could pose a threat
To these two
Worn with age
Weary with boredom
Never to speak again.
We stare for a while
Examine them closely
Friday 3rd April 2015 6:00 pm
Tags: David Subacchi,Liverpool Poets,poetry,Welsh Poets
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
A poetry-themed comic strip: https://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2015/03/31/the-proletarian-poet-part-2/
Wednesday 1st April 2015 7:30 am
Tags: poetry,poetry and art,proletarian poet,visual poetry
How I want you
The way I like you
Ready and willing
Dressed in lingerie
With a kinky appeal
How I want you
The way you like to
Pleasing us integrity
Showing your ability
That kinky appeal
How I want you
Lingerie and body to flow
Lips to travel down low
Tasting sex appeal
Sunday 29th March 2015 11:23 pm
Forging of firmness in frail frigate
Unision is unlikely to happen
Cranky & cruel words spew at will
Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette
Monday 23rd March 2015 2:51 am
On this very night
come friends old and new
laughing on the past.
Monday 16th March 2015 1:30 am
Tags: friendship,happiness,night out,poetry
Sunday 8th March 2015 2:18 am
my heart once dipped in
thy fount of beauty,
you were there,
beautiful and bare
in your fortified heaven,
and, woe the day
I felt your face upon my palm.
Saturday 7th March 2015 6:14 am
This poem today is a tribute to my late departed father, whom left this world 18 year ago.
a lifetime of tears shed for a controversial hero, now
reduced to a photo on marble stone
here in the cemetery
you can't be alone
surrounded by others
taken before their time
some young, some old, and some new
but in this place of rest
all that matters to me is you
a faded ...
Monday 2nd March 2015 11:05 am
Tags: death,memories,poetry,unwanted day and month
Orginally posted on www.uink.ca
Aloofed characters we'll see
Lost in the translation to hopeless dreams
Observations of selfish greed
Never to be complete
Ending life on "E".
Longing to find "a" single character to stitch to incomplete seams
Saturday 28th February 2015 4:56 am
I had a vision! or i heard him..
I Met God
I met god
in the form of a urinal
told me he wasn't a DJ
nor did he spin vinyl
but when we made the connection
his tap into my system felt spinal
he spoke equolent, his words final:
recently i haven't heard you pray
and tell me are you practicising to be good, ten times a day?"
I felt bewildered
and put this voice down to a h...
Tuesday 24th February 2015 7:46 pm
Tags: fun,new stuff.,poetry,punk poetry
I ve many frnds but none like u, my feelings fr u were hell true !! I didn't did it intentionally, it just happened , truly, I know u r hurt, BT girl u have to trust, plz forgive me if you (want to)can, I can't afford to loose you my dear frnd!!!
Sunday 22nd February 2015 4:31 pm
I was lost among the old junk,
in the farthest of corners, when
I heard a clock ticking away.
It had a rhythm of its own,
though the ticks were separate
it appeared to echo instead,
and when I watched the clock face,
the second hand would twitch a bit
before jumping to the next notch.
'Must be a pice of junk,' I thought,
then I looked down and checked my watch,
and it read the sam...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 3:38 pm
How is it so beautiful, winter?
When I look around outside,
I'm reminded how precious the light,
The smiling sun letting me know
The joy in the white of the snow,
And the blessing of time, and open eyes;
How precious the light in this time of year.
Wednesday 18th February 2015 1:35 pm
When, whatever you want
I'm here for you, always near
In any circumstance.
Monday 16th February 2015 9:59 pm
Cold at the pump, I rub my hands together,
But, for a moment, there’s nothing there,
And I search for the pockets of my coat,
My breath faces its very death and fades,
And somewhere in the air, I leave it there,
And notice my time is ticking away,
The cold gets in close and I feel the chill,
When I realize I’m getting mugged by it,
And shiver and shudder at the thought of it,
Sunday 15th February 2015 9:49 am
When I had first laid eyes on you days after we first met
I felt i had finally found someone I could call my own.
Knew you were different than the other women.
As months went on, I'd grown to appreciate everything about you
from your radiant smile that lights up my day
to your warm embrace when our bodies become one.
As well as your bubbly sense of humor.
It shouldn't be hard ...
Sunday 15th February 2015 1:19 am
Tags: love,poetry,romantic poems
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
THE DAY BEFORE VALENTINE'S
Is this ritual or adventure
See how quickly
The words are written
No longer anonymous
Is this a box to check
A form to fill
A contract to renew
An essential procedure
The mind indifferent
Even irritated but....
The heart restless
Insistent that this
Is not an option
Ink on cardboard
Flesh on flesh
Friday 13th February 2015 3:06 pm
Tags: David Subacchi,Liverpool Poets,poetry,valentines day,Welsh Poets
Thursday 5th February 2015 4:43 pm
Hope I make the most of my gifts.
I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago
Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.
Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning
for the top where I oughta be.
Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see
possibly change someone's life.
All I want is for my family and my girlfriend t...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 3:49 am
So tomorrow I have another job interview. Another chance for something better in my life but another chance to highlight that things have stalled a little in my development. It’s not been a great start to the week in terms of my self-evaluation. Having said that, we launched a new issue of Bunbury Magazine and I am still doing my blog so thing could be worse. I have played, I think, a little too m...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 5:42 pm
Tags: National Poetry Writing Month,poetry,writing
It always makes me laugh when a person’s bio on their social media account says ‘All thoughts on this account are my own and are in no way demonstrative of those of <name of corporation they work for>. What they are essentially saying is ‘these are the things I really think, when I am being myself in real life but when I am in the office, I think what they pay me to think.’ Since when did we becom...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 12:59 am
Tags: creative writing,life writing,poems,poetry,writing for fun
So Sunday is the day on which I am dedicating to self-evaluation. As you may know, at the moment I am going through a bout of depression, which comes and goes and affects me to the point where I freeze at the thought of doing anything even remotely helpful. I am trying to combat this by forcing myself to do things that I see as ‘putting myself out there for the world.’ This blog and Poem A Day For...
Monday 19th January 2015 12:26 am
Tags: bunbury,creative writing,depression,flash fiction,life writing,magazine,poems,poetry,self-help,short story,Silly poems
When January wind its fist doth shake
And wooden fences tear from their places
When horses start, when cattle shelter take
To the hearth...
Sunday 18th January 2015 8:15 pm
Tags: Liverpool Poets,Poetry,Subacchi,Welsh Poets
I’m a little drunk off lucky dip tokens at our local bar so today’s blog will be brief. I think some of you may appreciate that after yesterday’s anti-feminism post. Though that post garnered the highest reception since I started doing this so maybe I should lay into good causes more often. Oxfam, I’m coming for you next.
As far as weeks go, it’s not been a good one this week. My productivity h...
Sunday 18th January 2015 12:50 am
Tags: basketball,creative writing,flash fiction,life writing,poetry,Poets & Performance Poetry,short story,wheelchair,writing
I’m starting today with a controversial thought.
I do not agree with feminism. Now I’m fully aware that may put some of you against me right from the start of this but let me explain (and this is my own actual thoughts on the matter, as possibly ill-informed as they are.) I agree with the aims of feminism. To put women on the deserved same platform as men. To have an equal chance of getting gre...
Saturday 17th January 2015 12:39 am
Tags: bunbury magazine,feminism,matt taylor,poetry,writing
Friday 16th January 2015 1:49 pm
Tags: Dead Snakes magazine,poems,poetry,poetry magazine
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a dessert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
Wednesday 14th January 2015 8:59 pm
When you said goodbye
I realised deep inside
That this would be the final time
I ever saw your smile.
And God called your name
And you floated peacefully away.
This is permanant
A tattoo on the heart
A scar engraved in my skin
I think about you everyday
And everyday is a losing game
Until the next time,
I see you again
Monday 12th January 2015 3:12 pm
Tags: death,Love lost,poetry,sad poetry
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