by John Coopey
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You took them out this year and they have inextricably entangled themselves; and they don’t work.
You wonder why, but you needn’t. The answer is in the name, Fairy Lights. It is, of course, the fairies who make them work.
But where ever there are fairies there are hobgoblins and it is thei...
Friday 6th December 2013 4:04 pm
Also by John Coopey:I Blame That Prawn Vindaloo |
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier...
So-oldier of the Queen!"
- from 'The Young British Soldier' by Rudyard Kipling
Acting as an elite "lure" to trap Taliban fighters into being shot
Friday 6th December 2013 3:47 pm
by Leslie Smith
Robins’ nesting close
Stop work do not startle.
Stop for incoming worms
Love those birds.
Mouths to feed
Stopping with care and wonder.
Hen and Cock, working to ends
Chicks gaped ochre mouths
Cheeping, stop work, move away.
Worm after worm
Rock after rock.
Only rock is dead.
Lovers tiff, leaving permanently....
Friday 6th December 2013 3:19 pm
Tags: Cruelty,hurt,ice cold revenge,unrequited love
Also by Leslie Smith:The Nameless Baby | Waiting to Fly | Cyprus Today | North Cyprus Advocates | Falling | Internet Dating | The Fairy | The friend that was | One Star | The Cart | Bye your Side | Carob Cottage |
Will smith was there.
You were upstairs wasted.
I still ran up.
Still in my dreams.
Friday 6th December 2013 3:03 pm
to spend the year chatting,
lining the walls of the back garden;
their dresses ruffling with
every whispered tickle of birdsong.
Regal they are, lasting in their plump
precision; perhaps a grandmother
to all trees, whistling, offering
pinecones - I find them hopeful
of a hug every time I pass them.
As a child, I gave them my...
Friday 6th December 2013 12:16 pm
by Ann Foxglove
owl sinks soft
like a silk handkerchief
bringing blackness to vole and leveret
soft as fog
sharp as razors owl sinks down
like a blanket over a birdcage
swish, away, a lens shape,
slips into the barn
quiet as snow….
Friday 6th December 2013 9:55 am
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Those walls could have been
A hundred feet tall,
No, a thousand feet
With every inch taken like breath,
And I’m sure the humility behind them,
The exhaustion to climb them,
Would take the deepest intake of air,
No walls knew this man,
No walls could keep
Boundaries of forfeiture
To see the stars tumble
From looking on in despair,
Thursday 5th December 2013 11:16 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:The Dying | TV People |
is moon-blown fragments of the sea
curled into an open question.
Remnants of things which used to be
other things puzzle the shoreline
in bleached clues and half answers
though none catch the eye quite like
a pair of size 9 pink stilettos.
They open like quotation marks
as if to answer a half buried question.
The heel's sharp blade is unfamiliar...
Thursday 5th December 2013 8:38 pm
when you can have the genuine thing?
For the purpose of "new age" spirituality
is replacing God with the Human Being.
Working from a false assumption
that Man is essentially good,
will lead us down destruction's path
as History has taught us, as it would.
The fight for supremacy
of our human souls
is still being waged by the Devil
Thursday 5th December 2013 5:19 pm
Tags: breunig,christian poetry,faith,New Age Spirituality
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Immortality | Poem: Show of Hands |
and made of nothing,
Hugging,the top to bottom
Fitting itself into everywhere
as if black snow.
Bar where the light
of God or Man
the tenebrous invasion.
Thursday 5th December 2013 4:45 pm
Stainless steel glistens in the gaslight
it cuts through gravity and sinew.
Whitechapel is mine tonight
nobody knows what I will do.
It cuts through gravity and sinew
when you hold it right.
Nobody knows what I will do
If you put up a fight.
When you hold it right
Just one swing and you are through
If you put up a fight
I’ll cut you in two...
Thursday 5th December 2013 12:17 pm
Tags: Jack the Ripper,pantoum
White winter has long thrived
Colorful flowers no longer grow
And gardens have been deprived
Birds have flown to far away land
And greenery exists only in words
Ohh.. I miss the sparkling sun
And the chirping of morning birds
Lonely cold wind whispers in night
As autumn slowly turned into winter
Leafless trees stand alone like knights
While golden leaves...
Thursday 5th December 2013 7:16 am
by Nick Coleman
Beeching has been at work in her brain.
Branch lines are closing. No train
of thought as tracks disappear
in a tangled undergrowth where,
tearful, she loses hold of time.
I must get back down the main line
before the wrong sort of memories
cause wheels to lose their grip.
I'm sliding back to nowhere fast.
Wasn’t I was your mother...
Wednesday 4th December 2013 9:32 pm
watched over blunt light glimpsed
flat bed truck (sides down),
those curtains drawn -
shot dead by the lemon rain.
rattles the Social Club bones
closed from lack of use
where his tissue stuck
to your fingers in the street,
reducing the shaking earth
to the size of your shaving mirror
Wednesday 4th December 2013 8:15 pm
by Tom Doolan
A cool snowman who is the star of the show
Hey happy seasonal people I got nowhere to go
I am stuck to the spot watching the festive glow
Just saw a reindeer fly across the night sky
Santa rocking by on a sleigh said yo ho ho ho hi
Three dudes going by the name of the wise men
Asked me the way to the town of Bethlehem
Wednesday 4th December 2013 1:31 pm
that went beyond all kinds
of acceptable boundaries
and normal taste.
Yours was a strange love
that involved so much kissing
in the rain
I am surprised I never
got the flu.
Yours was a strange love
like Snakes and ladders
minus a dice
and replaced with a pin
you may pull off
Blind Man's Bluff.
Yours was a strange love
full of kinky mis-adventures...
Wednesday 4th December 2013 12:56 pm
And listen to what they have to say
All the time wondering why
They feel they have the need to lie
Do they not realise what it does to me
I guess they really just don’t see
It tears me up and makes me cry
But if I say anything, then I’m the bad guy
I don’t forget, I’m not a fool
Just tell me the truth I will be c...
Wednesday 4th December 2013 10:51 am
Also by Lindsey Davis:Light |
One of the seers, one of our own.
One of the prophets will write no more lines
in radical rhymes
nor preach them to people like us.
He struggled against his emptying days,
though yearned for contentment and calm.
Thought he had lost that angry young man,
but McGarrigle – words never die;
they’re beyond a stillness...
Tuesday 3rd December 2013 4:26 pm
Tags: Glasgow,John McGarrigle,poet,The Clutha
By the roaring motorway and tarmac lines of cars
Pumping out their rush hour fumes
The brick houses and shops stand shabbily
and scruffy people hang about by the cheap booze shop
They look down at their mobile phones
for unimportant messages.
A dog soils the pavement and runs blindly across the road
nearly causing a crash
when I comment t...
Tuesday 3rd December 2013 11:44 am
Tags: "council estate"
Michael and Irina put on a show that mixed the best acoustic music with the best poetry and all this in a venue that has the creakiest stairs i've ever climbed. This (like I've mentioned) was the first UTLGO that I'...
Tuesday 3rd December 2013 9:03 am
Also by Aaron Dinsdale:Day One |
each others toes,
both of us,
are wearing stiletoes.
Our eyes engage,
only for a nano second,
then we turn and look away,
just long enough,
to see in each others souls
but not long enough to drown
or fall down the tunnel of love,
the forbidden hole.
We skip amongst our peers,
this year we both have shed tears.
Connect is not allowe...
Tuesday 3rd December 2013 8:42 am
Decisions were wrong,
But you left me longing for more,
Because we were indestructible,
Made me feel strong,
Didn't realise then what I know now,
All I ever wanted is in your eyes,
Where the sun shines bright and life is worth living
Don't let me make the same mistake again....
Tuesday 3rd December 2013 5:29 am
by Chris Co
@ Gallaghers Pub & Barbers
20 Chester Street,
At 8pm upstairs we're putting on a free spread of Christmas food for everyone. The typical fare (veggies also catered for). Thx to Dave Bradley and his hotplate, tasty warm mince pies! Food and a chance to socialise.
At 8:30 - 10pm upstairs we wi...
Monday 2nd December 2013 8:55 pm
Fracture lines of frantic events. Pretty little German girl named Karin Ulbricht. Leipzig late 1989. Events so much bigger than just a mere pretty little lady. Daring to demonstrate for freedom. Do you know what you’re doing? Do you? Chasing a dream, not knowing what it is.
BUT YOU FEEL IT IN YOUR BONES.
And know that you’re right...
Monday 2nd December 2013 8:48 pm
Tags: arrests,cold war,demonstrations,history,young lady,young people
In a time once passed, stars danced for us
Butterflies hovered serenely in meditation
Guides whispered messages and Angels and demons waged war
On the battlefield of the soul
A time of shipwreck and salvation. Of death and rebirth
Then christened in the waters of madness
Wrapped in blankets of wonderment and torment
Guidance was delivered from th...
Monday 2nd December 2013 4:29 pm
by David Cooke
like a faded poppy: this section
from the trunk of a tree
preserved by The Friends
of the People’s Park
between two sheets of perspex.
Close up I see the map of an island
I’d need more skill to read,
imagining at its centre
the sapling planted
to a spatter of applause.
And trying to sound
Monday 2nd December 2013 3:27 pm
by Mike Hilton
Wash my face
Comb my hair
Fix my laces
Straighten my tie
Hold my hand
Walk me to school
Throw a tearful wave
Catch a nervous look
Release a maternal smile
Search my tongue
For a lie
Scrub it clean
When I'm wrong
Sneak a peek
On my facebook
Deny you didn't
Cos you kn...
Monday 2nd December 2013 1:56 pm
On his computer perpetually at home,
With virtual shopping aisle experience!
Adds fudge cakes to the shopping pick list.
Love life consists of downloading dirty pics.
Soccer views, Newcastle's latest team news,
Movie entertainment and games reviews!
Has conversations with friends on facebook.
He ordered a takeaway Pizza via E-mail.
Bid in an aucti...
Monday 2nd December 2013 10:56 am
Monday 2nd December 2013 10:39 am
Tags: Destiny Poets,Louis Kasatkin
by Paul Sands
consider more the price we paid
consider yet a jacket
lest your broken spine betray your age
while edges yellow, sun buffed,
tar coughed & ready rubbed,
I still allow the nicotinic stain
spread across my fingered thumbs
for every page I turn speaks of
the thousand hands that opened
each leaf and countless eyes that scanned
the edifying a...
Sunday 1st December 2013 8:48 pm
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At home the Christmas snow is falling
I see it clear so far away
I hear the happy voices calling
See the children at their pla...
Sunday 1st December 2013 4:37 pm
And not let their words entomb their audience's spirit,
Like the ash of Vesuvius,
For all, I'd wager; thoughts form a chaotic array,
Ranging subject, tone and even imagery or music,
In simultaneous appearance.
Forming riotous conundrums on seas of deceptive simplicity,
Allowing the stark contrast of...
Sunday 1st December 2013 4:29 pm
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:Ghosts | Thursday Morning | Journey |
after the pirate keyring
getting violent veg and a dolphin called Martin
we waltz around the tower
ACT 1 SCENE 3 .
check the isle of jura t-shirt one quid and im into fell running
the sea front during a storm
down the steps giving the signs two fingered jestures
out in the open
Ma Molleys this Ma Molleys that
big boys talking about army...
Sunday 1st December 2013 1:20 pm
Winter, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing.
It's injurious to human health and its snow and ice
covers over lots of natural wealth. I don't care about
the arctic and antarctic wastes that make up the North and South
Poles, there's a whole lot of virgin land to be tamed
and claimed under them once the planet'...
Sunday 1st December 2013 11:42 am
Tags: futuristic new world,oases,recycling
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