Little reminder that Writers of the third kind workshop, the free poetry writing workshop that me (Andy N) co runs is back 2moro nite for the first in a new season of poetry writing workshops.
As normal, it is a 7pm meet up at the sweet green tavern, near sainsburys in the centre of bolton and near bolton train station.
hope to see a few of you there.
Tuesday 16th September 2014 7:09 pm
Her eyes twist and contort my dreams into
twisted hopes of impossible romance
i fall in love within the lines of Her thoughts
i fall in love with conceptual falsehoods
half truths and second guesses trip and fool me into further adoration
reconsidered proclamations and regretted lines
pick and pull
at my conscience until
i am but a bitter fragment of what used to be
Tuesday 16th September 2014 5:27 pm
Also by hotpeppers:Red Mind | Litany of Lovers and of Lacking |
How kind the rain
my window pane
As I lay down to
How kind the breeze
the autumn leaves
my eyes in slumber
How kind the sun
to cast a
for a glorious, glorious
Tuesday 16th September 2014 3:22 pm
Also by Preeti:One Act Play | Nobody came | I am | Metro Ride(r) | Evenings | (untitled) | (untitled) |
I'll always think of you through much darker days, You are my friend. My Beloved star,that sparkle through the black cloud hovering over the moon to make my nights darker. Yes,you are my life...my lilly that sprung out of the rich soil on the shores of the river of my life. You bring joy to my soul,like the magnificent pebbles that rest in the shallows of the shimmering rapids. You ar...
Tuesday 16th September 2014 2:59 pm
Look at me
And I'm not
I'm not anything
I'm just tired
Isn't so difficult
The way it is
And if i don't
A bit of my
Looking at it
Thinking about it
I might as well
I might as well
With the zombies
Tuesday 16th September 2014 1:25 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:From whence they came | The factory | The mechanics | Naturally simple | The Shadows of Clouds | Space Ape | The Poetry of People | The Circus of people | Bobbing for Apples | The Seamstress | The Burden |
We sit, splintered against skin:
Hieroglyphs spouting complex symbols
From untamed mouths; bodies
Perspiring pits, dropping brows,
Salting welted wounds;
Trying desperately to be brave,
Behave in ways we have always been seen,
Glean the truth of who we are,
What we’ve become,
What we do, what we’ve done;
Tuesday 16th September 2014 12:04 pm
Also by Natfastic:Difficult Emotions | Thoughts | SHUT UP! | Truth Junky | What a Foreign Concept | Too Late! | This Monster |
Non brain bulging interests.
Doomed inebriated intentions.
Hills and valleys of cash flow.
Flashes of sweet nothings.
Loud fart inspired laughter.
Unexplainable bouts of mad half hours.
Misbeliefs in bullshit.
Having my lips kissed off
in a reoccurring dream starring James Dean.
Tuesday 16th September 2014 10:14 am
Also by Solar:Bore loving | Are the inanimate really dead? | Qualities | His own fool | Begrudge'ment day | A Foretelling | Plasticized passing | Death trap? Deathinitely! | Wishful drinking | Consequences | Ancient anticipations |
Monday 15th September 2014 9:43 pm
Also by sian howell:Long Days |
Monday 15th September 2014 4:33 pm
Also by Kassandra Morris:Eternity | Cold Nights | Silence | Flame |
I lived a life
That was not mine
But now I have returned
To fear of fucking up,
Withholding all my burns.
I think of it as heaven, no time to think of me
Everyone's accepted, whoever they may be
Not just another cog, I was a friend or extra arm
I did whatever they could not
The whole summer, keeping calm
I could manage anything
A new challenge every day
Reason for exhaustion
Monday 15th September 2014 11:53 am
Also by Yenimls:Escape | Heartbeat |
Babies and Dogs.
There was in England a fire in a dogs home most of the mutes
were rescued, but money was needed for a new kennel home.
So far 5 million pounds have been collected. I like animals had
a dog she lived till she was fourteen, my best friend and it knew
my moods before I did. Yet I can’t help thinking there are so
many destitute children in the world, in some pl...
Monday 15th September 2014 11:44 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :doomed | unmoving sadness | idyllic road | age | martini | Centenary | suits | collaborator | a leonine moment |
Each time tried resurfacing
in a new vortex got caught
Adding on presented misery
to existing scene distraught
Tired of repetitive challenges
testing every bit of strength
Wonder extent of all trials
and of tribulation’s length
Little placidity is yearned for
the current struggle to end
With a little let up in effort
as respite in o...
Monday 15th September 2014 10:38 am
Also by Sunny Chopra:The Cortege |
Or watched her go about her day,
In a pleasant kind of way,
And realize that you are happy too,
Just because she laughs with you.
And know that if she were to ask,
You would accept her any task,
And do it with unblinking speed,
If only it was you she’d need.
Have you ever known such despair?
To always have an angel there,
Who gives meaning to each pass...
Monday 15th September 2014 8:07 am
Tags: angel,despair,love,sweet sorrow
Also by James Roper:For a Stranger | No Reason |
In my days
as a vicar
I used to feel
to drop in
but not on-
a lovely young
of being able
As the lips
I really believed
it was saying-
more tea Vicar?
have you read
Sunday 14th September 2014 10:09 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Forth Bridge | Godly questionnaire | Black Cat | Voyager | Bric-a-Bra(tti)c | Dead whore walking | The Byker | Croupier of my fate |
I know I say things that make your jaw drop
Then I'll flash you a smile that'll make your heart stop
I'll get under your skin just because I know I can
Because when it comes to being sane, I guess I'm not a fan
I know I drive you crazy and you want to wring my neck
I came off so innocent and now you never know what to expect
We go from screaming at each other to waking up togethe...
Sunday 14th September 2014 9:59 pm
Tags: addiction,free verse poetry,love,Romance
Also by Cassandra Lupi:Trouble |
Gilded cages are not for me, I want my freedom, I want to breathe, Love a man no matter the cast of creed. Masks and facades are not for me, I am who I am and will always be, No one can dictate to me my needs, To hide my desires is not in me. To make love to a man before wearing a ring. Papers and contracts are not for me, I am a woman not an object to be traded, No papers decide the ma...
Sunday 14th September 2014 9:40 pm
(early draft, may change)
Oh, I was down in Maidstone,
I called at County Hall,
And in the council chamber there's
A handle on the wall.
They said, "Don't touch that lever!"
I asked them what they meant.
They told me, that's the handle
To raise and lower Kent.
Up, up if we pull!
Down, down if we press!
Our goals are Kent's
From here to near Sheerness.
Sunday 14th September 2014 8:55 pm
Sunday 14th September 2014 7:57 pm
Tags: Festival,freedom,fun,the wild
In memory of the anniveresary of my memory
Words without issue
A primordial head-scape-
A brilliant zink.
From this addled lexicon
And silly thinking
A new focus
Sunday 14th September 2014 7:55 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Scots wha hae! | A meeting in Algiers |
Here's my latest write - up on last Saturday's Free Verse Fair at Conway Hall, Holborn. http://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2014/09/12/free-verse-the-poetry-book-fair-2014/
Sunday 14th September 2014 5:12 pm
Tags: Free verse: The Poetry Book Fair 2014,poetry magazines,poetry publishing
When I was a young man and never been kissed
I used to go out and get pissed as a consequence;
beer was around 10 pence a pint when decimilisation came in.
Some nights on the weekend I could do ten of these large pots
of amber liquid in. One Saturday night in a drunken haze I got arrested
for attempting to urinate in a very public shop doorway. It was 4:a.m.
Sunday before I was ...
Sunday 14th September 2014 1:52 pm
Tags: 19th century,LSD,poetic licence,refuse disposal,shop doorways
Also by Phil Fletcher:Propinquity. (Sounds a bit rude doesn't it?) | THE WRONG KIND OF SILENCE. |
Tap, tap, tap
Is there anybody there
Making love cos its not fair
Making Gospel so the sheep can bleat
Whats the problem guys
Its only war
Its only fear
Its only death
It will pass
Not too slowly
Not too fast
There.s bucks to be made
So lets all hate
Lets all plunder
Great News friends
There is someone there
Sunday 14th September 2014 1:46 pm
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love made in hollywood might badly fall apart
dance around the fairy lamps down in china town
begging god for mercy but she's busy just right now...
Saturday 13th September 2014 10:10 pm
Poem 76 of 230: LAND RIGHTS
If there is a good thing,
From the Second World War,
It’s that most peoples learnt
To conquer lands no more.
In Africa, Asia,
And the Pacific, too:
Post-war independence -
Steps only bigots rue.
But, for some indigenes
It has all come too late
For liberty, as s...
Saturday 13th September 2014 2:44 pm
(I've been struggling to show anyone this poem for a long time but I've been inspired to let it free. These feelings are behind me now and it turns out writing was to thank for that afterall)
How does someone stop cutting?
Do they cut into the paper instead?
Replace flesh and blood with diaries and ink,
Replace physicality with mentality,
Replace actions with words,
It isn’t enou...
Saturday 13th September 2014 11:35 am
Tags: Actions,art,coping,depression,emotional,release,self harm,words,writing
As a child
the sun rose
and sat because
of my Dad.
As a teenager
I thought my
Dad was one
of the bumbest
people on earth.
Now that I
am over the
age of Fifty
I think the
older I get
my Dad was.
Saturday 13th September 2014 3:53 am
A native American, Hawkeye the Noo
Emigrated to Scotland in '72
He loved deep fried Mars bars and the odd Irn Bru
But now he knows not what to do
The mountains and plains were a wonderful yardstick
As his ancestors populated desert to Arctic
But Hawkeye he settled for a wigwam in Partick
But now he knows not what to do
He's always been proud to call Scotland his...
Friday 12th September 2014 9:08 pm
Tags: lampoon,native american,referendum,satire,scotland
Also by Daniel Dwyran:COCKLES (FOR YOUR HEART) | NORTHERN CHARM |
In this corridor of song,
invocations colour space
now devoid of human voice,
as spirits whisper here
of hysterical imprisonment;
of torture painted pink and blue
and baa baa black sheep have you any
Hail Mary full of grace
in hidden mout...
Friday 12th September 2014 9:56 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Kaleidoscope |
3 o’clock in the morning,
tired and absent from bed,
trawling Facebook pages,
waltzing demons in my head.
Smiling familiar stranger,
see how far we fell,
fate knows what she’s doing,
I want you then… not now.
Friday 12th September 2014 9:52 am
Also by Shirley-Anne Kennedy:Coat of Snow | My Mum | Northern Soul |
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Poetry and Valentine's Day are embrionic. So this year, on my blog I posted 7 poems on each day of the week leading up to the 14th. They were popular. I also recorded audio francesmacaulayforde.wordpress.com files.
Unfortunately they were recorded with the sound down low and you need to turn up the volume to hear them. One of my jobs is to re-record them as soon as I have time......
Friday 12th September 2014 5:28 am
Tags: Blog,francesmacaulayforde,poems,sound files
Pissing Against The Wind
We know it’s bad,
We know within and without
Till our core screams for clemency –
The taking of another’s life,
But we never let peace
Never seem to want peace to evolve,
We’re clinging on to both
The rifle and the bible,
The sabre and the Koran,
Teaching children – it’s okay
To kill in the name of deiti...
Friday 12th September 2014 4:28 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:Hurt Beyond the Medicine | On Drink |
Never in the field of human conflicted views
Have so many been bored
By so much about so few!
Friday 12th September 2014 12:56 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:BLESS! | SERVES ME RIGHT - country lament | THE SNP | LONELINESS |
The Ballad of Jack McGee (based on the TV show "The Incredible Hulk")
by Alain English
My name is Mr Jack McGee
I'm a journalist by trade
The paper that I write for
Is very widely read
We've published many stories
Of a controversial slant
But the story that I have to tell
Is one we couldn't print
I was in Culver, years ago
Writing up a robbery
The locals had some stories
Thursday 11th September 2014 4:06 pm
who could have known it?
terrorists taking no stock
would trade in futures
who could have known it?
those towers were autumns bridge
tiers coming to fall
Thursday 11th September 2014 3:27 pm
rest has been begging all afternoon
Soon soon soon, love.
finally home in my top-floor abode
the end of consciousness is near
I slip into coziness and turn up the stillness
Oh love, I'm finally here...
obnoxious noise intrudes
I feel teenybopper bass notes incessantly bulge up from the floor below
boom boom boom
then unruly girly chatter
Thursday 11th September 2014 4:14 am
Also by Candice Reineke:Crime of Comfort |
Cool it down
Cool it down
Tomorrow is a new day
Forgotten from what happened
Teasing the words
from the shotgun mouth
Spreading through the mind with offensive words
A momentary rage
I can't see!!
What I said wrong
I can't see
I won't see!!
We are hurting
Wednesday 10th September 2014 11:12 pm
Also by Quiet Comet:A million little pieces | Our home, our castle |
Tall tales told on barstools
Are often dangerous
To those who tell them
As to those who pretend to listen
Tall tales told that won’t stand up
On their own
Oohs and aahs
And gratified applause
Tall tales told
By those who really should know better
And hold as much water
As a holy French letter
Tall tales told
Wednesday 10th September 2014 10:17 pm
Wednesday 10th September 2014 7:34 pm
Also by Charlotte:Just the three of us. |
Way passed the sleep hour.
I stand surrounded in surreal stillness.
This moon shy night admits no ray.
Penetrates my mind. A church bell chimes:
And the deadly silence strikes
That deep dark hole of the head.
Nothing is awake.
Yet, something appeals. I know it is out there.
Minutes tick by.
Tuesday 9th September 2014 5:14 am
Also by Ad Astra:Nature reclaimed | The Cloud Reclaimed | The Cloud | Lovers Together Forever | Tide | Eternal Moment | Drinks | Adolescence | Stillness | Lenore | Song of my Nature | Secrets of my Universe | Nature to Love | All a-new | Significance of the Nineteenth Autumn | At Play | Chords | Heavenly Day | On Transcendence | One | A sprint within a sprint | On Youth | On a Seafarer |
Baby, I think I might be falling.
I have never felt this way before.
I have this feeling in my chest..
that just won't seem to let me rest.
I can't seem to catch my breath.
I think this may be my death.
Baby, I think I might be falling.
Tuesday 9th September 2014 4:11 am
Calling the familiar ray,
hope bore a light,
unlike any star,
for while its brilliance
scattered and shone
over all we could see,
its longevity was called into question
so it dissipated within its doubt.
Still the echo of its ghost
remains primal in its protection
of those who seek it,
as beyond the chilling
despondency of doubt,
all we are and will b...
Monday 8th September 2014 11:43 pm
Also by Joshua Van-Cook:Party |
Wonderful woman lost in her mirror,
worn subject of a Swiss dream
cobbled on the back
of the toilet door.
observe their image
fragile; a subtle glance.
The river wild, the river loved, the river mild.
History, life, rivalry
my eyes were filled with tears
from the sight
to play by Petrarch's rules the Bard foreswore
Monday 8th September 2014 9:45 pm
Tags: collage poem,Stockport WOL
was it out there
that I became a ghost?
I may be an unreliable witness
the constant stress does that to you
the days spent outside, unprotected
with a local population
that won’t look you in the eye
or when they do
they have the look of hate
that you are even there at all
if only the locals were less hostile
to my cause
if only I could count on my military team
Monday 8th September 2014 7:32 pm
A sea of mud
A living hell
Where the good died young
The stench of death forever hung
Filled with broken men
With sightless eyes
Who remember when
The sun shone,
And birds soared
Now freedom’s gone
And cannons roar.
The sky rains death.
Steals every breath.
Monday 8th September 2014 2:48 pm
Also by Pete Slater:COMING HOME |
Monday 8th September 2014 10:03 am
Tags: Destiny Poets,Not Just Poetry,Wakefield
Polygraph revenant ghost experiment test, Resulted in civilian hate breed monuments swearing social memory hatred ache oaths of congealing ignorance to an inherited nature of prejudice and amoral carpe unappealing manifest diem greed destiny, Whose obligations narrowly appease the wounded dead conscience vampires suckling as already swollen vultures inside the heart... Forev...
Monday 8th September 2014 9:12 am
Also by Juton, Villain of Truth:Hive Mind: Amoral Anthem I | Her... IV | Hive Mind: Ariels I | Hive Mind: Codex of Self I |
The knife protrudes from his chest.
His heart pierced by cold steel.
The man falls to his knees.
Takes a final breath,
and falls over.
Blood covers my sweaty hands.
Adrenaline courses through my veins.
I do not feel guilt,
Instead I am awash in relief.
The deed is done and I feel anew.
Monday 8th September 2014 12:32 am
A spider's chandelier with Gatsbyesque enticement
indulges the mumbling aphid's lament,
red berries decorate the fringe of a melodic carousel of swallows
whilst two more riders swirl their eyes and caw.
This was just the mornings...
On evenings we saw raves-
black v's in tye-dye skies,
a ginger stoat did the caterpillar,
frozen ozone refracts a mobile of rainbows.
Sunday 7th September 2014 10:03 pm
Tags: daughters,growing up in the countryside
You made yourself famous
And then what did you do?
You grabbed a lead hammer with both hands
Smote the thing with all your might
Saw the pillar crumble to dust, then
Shrunk from the strobe searchlight
Danced with the lowlifes
That flanked the waste ponds
Then revelled in all your failures
Trailing ragged, bleeding
Across the frozen hinterland...
Sunday 7th September 2014 9:15 pm
Miscommunicated, disEnchanted, disconnected, disillusioned state
You, as the epicenter of this Mushroom Kingdom
Wondrous fermentations carried out in smashed pumpkins
They were broken from the start
This is you, this is you.
Evaporating from the misty mountain tops
Is the nativity of these immaculate prophecies
Fostered in every garnish, garden, green, gorge and grove
Sunday 7th September 2014 2:21 am
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