If I cannot cut
Sunday 30th August 2015 12:22 pm
Also by Leander:Bloodletting | And I will be Boudicca | Bird of Paradise | Finding Freya | Mama I Wish I Could Tell You | Stage fright - a Fairy Tale | The Gift | The Tree House | Borderline | In the West | Don't Tell | Medicine | Only (?) Human | My Only Friend (the End) | Bitter Bitch | Ballad of Cool and Sad | Thank you Dorothy | Whoosh! | Existential Rambling | Flesh of my Flesh | Bedtime | Kick Arse Steam Punk Fucking Wonder Woman | Beachcombing | Who Would? | Song for Imar | End of Innocence | this is | Green Witch | Hollow | What if | Just a Story | Deserving |
The collection of Frida Narin's poems are not a nostalgic work; the past is not in the habit of painting romantic pictures. The boarders in Narins poems, from north to south and from east to west, are not lines separating humanity. The flags in the collection of Narins poems are not raised to separate the people of the earth from one another. These flags must be sown to create a carpet for childre...
Sunday 30th August 2015 12:14 pm
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Tentatively we melt into Gulu
The Wild West of the North,
Woodcutters drift out of the town
Venturing along chiselled pathways
Their feet thinly rubber shod
Each day they Journey a little further
Until one day they won't return
Lost to the bush
Lost to the waiting children
Naked shadows skitter
Aware of our arrival
Though not quite hidi...
Sunday 30th August 2015 9:11 am
Also by David Moore:Upper Kololo | A Mutiny | Diabolique | Even the rain | Market Forces | Vanishing Point (notes on a plane crash) | Angry and Pissed | Future Rhyme | Angry and Pissed | Bucket List | Open water | Mythical archery | Engine noise | Dean Street | Be you | The forgotten land | Shards | Tractor factory blues | Aquaplaning | Eppur Si Muove | Case File Notes (Poetic Assassin) | Nocturne | Haunted Places | Torment | The Words That Maketh Murder | I'm full I've had enough | My beautiful boy | Natural History | Old Bombers | Two short poems about Incarceration (or not) | Who only England know | Mill House Cottage | Moon washed | Temper tongue | Slabs |
On some nights I miss you so much I want
to perform a lobotomy on myself. Remove
the image of your shoulders against his
from where it is lodged inside of me, burn
all your pretty words from my frontal lobe
so that the next time I see you, everything
will look like static. It is all heartbreak,
dragging my quiet body home and trying
to remember the last time I felt this alo...
Sunday 30th August 2015 7:23 am
Also by Ameeracle:(untitled) | Was for her |
one by one they came in their thousands
fresh from the deepest sleep of all
with a dream of memory spawned in hellfire
precipices of water, the drift of continents
then as the sun turned a blinded eye to nature
on the scythe of molten time
a kind of peace forests came
a forever fusion of death before life
Saturday 29th August 2015 11:17 pm
Also by ray pool:THE YARDS | IN THE VALLEYS | IF YOU STAND QUITE STILL | KU KLUX KLAN | IN THE TOWER | WHO IS WORTH MOST | TOWER OF CASSETTE | LET'S HEAR IT FOR BLACKPOOL | a simple message | ABOUT NOTHING | PEAKS AND TROUGHS | MARY CAN'T MAKE IT THURSDAY | THE BABIES | I TRIED TO REACH AN AUDIENCE | EDUCATION | MOTORHOME | CLIPPIE |
the tide had left a curving line of
debris along the stone scattered shore
traces of her golden hair
lingered between his fingers
the bruised and bloodied sunset
washed along the far horizon
he spoke to the sea
to the mother of his child
and from the waves she slowly rose
draped in strands of blood sh...
Saturday 29th August 2015 8:40 pm
Also by Colsibabes:tortilla and chocolate | yawn yawn | caught out | moving towards an unknown universe | ...come.venture.out... | .. | carried aloft | . | cutting loose (for RM) | never said goodbye | job done | deep south | hiroshima | sleepnow and movecloser | been away too long | I'm here | Old Mother Hubbard | Lowku Supper | therapy | The Lowku Arena | boxes | headshot | paperlust |
A strong woman never crumbles?
Well if a strong woman never crumbles
then a goalkeeper never fumbles,
an acrobat never tumbles
and a public speaker never stumbles, stumbles
over their lines,
promising artists don’t screw up designs.
Boxers don’t get knocked to the floor,
salesmen don’t have to face a slammed door,
what makes them strong is that they come back for more.
So strong women do...
Saturday 29th August 2015 4:11 pm
Looking back in hindsight
I wonder how some
Of my ex girlfriends
Would have handled me
Sian who lived with her wealthy parents
And who kissed me with a desire
Beyond her tender years
Would have resented my inability
To keep running down to London.
Helen would have sat in front
Of her ever increasing cocktail bar
And have said what the hell
Can you drink now
Saturday 29th August 2015 2:06 pm
Also by Andy N:Collaboration in memory | Autobiography |
Summer's end, '97,
A car crash in France;
Then thousands of cut flowers -
Some bearers in trance.
For Diana broke-even -
Now resting in peace;
A loss for humanity -
Her caring did cease.
For, while taking her perks
(Perks there should not be),
She gave greatly of herself
Charity good states would free.
Saturday 29th August 2015 1:18 pm
Along the long and winding road
You’ll reach a spot where paths will cross
There you know not where to go
For either leads to unfamiliar ground
You’ll never know where they may lead
Unless you choose to follow it
But know that you may never know
Where the other could have taken you.
Saturday 29th August 2015 1:01 pm
It must be Wednesday
She is wearing the red dress again
The way it hangs from her
Like silk draped on a medical skeleton
its cold outside
we writhe together
the fire blazing
inside and out
iggy sings fun house
we are sky high
our lips touch
the sky is golden
She has taken all her posters down
Implanted memories ripped from the wal...
Saturday 29th August 2015 11:48 am
Also by Stu Buck:the poet dies | wings | hokey cokey | sonnet | qwerty | kirigami | switch (for michelle) | stung | 30 | lost | swallowtail | Haiku Selection | a rich vein of form | Mayfly | Ctrl B | Ladder | Brenda #2 | spaghetti junction | II | sterile (i am not) | I | 10,000 lux | £1 | pang | Arlo #1 + #2 |
I’m standing on this ledge
in my life.
Waiting for one good wind to
blow me over.
One good gust to make this
decision for me.
This indecision is killing me
But it is still more comforting
than the thought of that fall.
This fear gripping my chest-
holding my heart tight and
is much more a friend than
that unknown happiness.
There is some thing about
that outstretched hand...
Saturday 29th August 2015 11:44 am
Also by R Miller:In The Dark | Fake | The Girl & The Old House | Just You | Snapshots | I Am... | The Crumbling | Heartbeats | Rainy Day Experiment | D.T. |
Blue Nile echo from shore to shore,
"Poverty in Ethiopia is no more!"
From a precipice
To a valley when you majestically fall,
The damp dell, mountain gorge when you roll,
With green, yellow and red
Tell Ethiopia loud-
"You children thee very much adore,
A lip service they now abhor!
‘Blue Nile has no lodging,
Yet it loafs a log hau...
Saturday 29th August 2015 8:53 am
Tags: Enviroment smart,hydropower dam,mutual regional growth
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Think before you ink! | Don't be a sheep in a goat's age | Newton Fourth Law | To win or to remedy? | (untitled) | The survival of the slickest |
The days of feasting and hunting seemed unending:
The seasons passed: the hart in the woods bred
And reared its young year on year,
We ran after them, the spear sang a song
of whistling death. We joyed.
We painted on the walls, drank mead,
The feast-hall lit by dancing flame on flame
Chewed the meat, swallowed, wiped gravy off our lips
And threw the dry-sucked bones on the midden.
Friday 28th August 2015 10:08 pm
Also by STEVE RUDD:Brodick Seafront | Weather Forecast | Building Sandcastles With Sir Iasac Newton |
We ventured in for ten minutes,
Our little circle of Globe Trotters and SAS Sigs,
But there was no life,
Just acrid tobacco smoke
And stale alcohol,
But the Rebel MC was having none of it;
A Newcastle Pub dead as a dodo
And nowhere to go-go!
So we pissed what we could
And let fly a dance,
And before we left the whole
Pub was in trance...
Friday 28th August 2015 6:25 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:Adventurous, Forthright, Calamitous, Old! |
A few years back
I knocked around with a really nice girl
She drove a white Mercedes two-seater
And lived in a big gaff with balconies
A friend laid low with bad guts gave me
His theatre ticket and that’s where we met
After the show we shared a few drinks
Then took a drive to the river
I remember she had on really tight jea...
Friday 28th August 2015 2:42 pm
I’m on a road –
it’s no longer brilliant gold
but paint and glitter.
There’s the odd cobbled stone
still solid, splendid -
the odd one covered in shit.
I knuckle down
on hands and knees
scrub them clean;
claw back the gleam.
He’s on a road -
sees mine and veers along
next to me.
I gently push him back,
reset his course,
build a fence...
Friday 28th August 2015 12:51 pm
Also by Natfastic:Severed |
hunt down refugees
fence off migrants
search the heavens
for an alien
© Graham Sherwood 08/2015
Friday 28th August 2015 10:19 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Grey Area | War of Words | Now? | Overview | Perfect |
Three more rain drops beat
Staccato, full stops, to leave
A promise on the wind:
The storm will soon begin again.
Friday 28th August 2015 5:18 am
Tags: short poem
Also by James Roper:Short and Sweet | A Passing Thought at 5AM |
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A higher placed Authority arrived out of the blue,
Resplendent in a long white robe and sporting massive beard.
To say that I was shocked would be to understate the case,
For I was bollock naked in the bath when He appeared.
"Behold!" He said, with mighty voice "I come with joyful news,"
And round the bathroom scanned as if unsure of the address,
Then spotting me within the tub, ...
Thursday 27th August 2015 8:47 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:There Was A Merchant Banker ... | Don't Fear The Reaper | Daydream | Calliphora Soup | Extreme Northern Pastimes |
This story happened in one school
But … for God’s sake, keep cool,
it can't be taken as a rule.
Once when a teacher of math fell sick
A teacher of physical education came, named Nick.
He wanted to show how intelligent he is,
So he said: Solve my problem please!
-A car moves at a high speed.
To go to Spain a plane I need.
Can you tell me my age
If I read a book on the last page,
Thursday 27th August 2015 3:03 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Smart Little Johnny | Smart Little Johnny | Smart Little Johnny | Humor | Humor | Elijah The Prophet | Elijah The Prophet |
You'll have to have been where the mail doesn't drop
Or where the papers and TV don't find you
To be unware of "black man shot by white cop"
Ad infinitum - just to remind you.
But the absence of the following has my mind in a whirl
"Black man shoots white TV news girl".
Thursday 27th August 2015 12:51 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WEB | YOU BET'CHA | MEASURES |
Heading down 395
With a head full of gold rush stories
An eye full of mountain ranges
Thursday 27th August 2015 10:32 am
Also by Corr Lens:Security I Guess |
May it be that you and I
Spend an eternity together
May it be that you and I
Live and Laugh forever
May it be that you and I
Live happily ever after
May it be that you and I
Always start a new chapter
May it be that you and I
Love the way we smile
May it be that you and I
Walk 500 miles
May it be that you and I
Hold each other tight
May it be that you and I
Always know when to fight
Thursday 27th August 2015 2:42 am
Tags: love,love and romance,Romance
Also by Granger:):Today |
This bad kid
Thursday 27th August 2015 12:43 am
Have you ever heard the tale
about the hedgehog with no spikes,
such a sweet little boy
who all the other’s didn’t like?
A case of alopecia,
there was nothing they could do,
such a sad little hedgehog
who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”.
But soon the lad grew older,
he wanted to look more lush
so onto his back he tied himself
a little scrubbing brush.
His friends, well they just laugh...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 7:23 pm
Tags: ANIMALS,children's poetry,CUTE,funny poem,HEDGEHOG
Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:THE SPOILS OF WAR | THE UNINVITED GUEST | THE LIE | WHAT IF | POOLS OF LOVE | POETIC PULSE | RAW EMOTION | MOTHER | OH ENGLAND |
Over cheap wine, where you might as well have offered me white vinegar
The smell assailing me but drowning out your bull crap
Steepled fingers as you waxed eloquent. Intellectual, some?
And your yarns about poetry and form and structure
The candle flickering, what a waste of a good candle
I could have put it to better, use, mmm
Nice and thick
But you drone on, buzzing, humming...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 5:44 pm
Also by Preeti:Mountain | I, never | hurt |
All the faith carried in your soul
all the morphine lightening the load
they play a strange sad game
they lie in bleak dark ways
I listened to the doctor speak
while you read some ancient tome
and, yes, you know your body well
but pain isn’t the cause
This belief takes its small toll
the colour and the hope both drain away
defeatedly you feel you’re fading
But you’re not fading
Wednesday 26th August 2015 5:39 pm
I’m going to write a psycho-list,
A peloton that’s better missed
Those Lycra clad with ugly shapes
Untrained unwanted jackanapes.
At two abreast and six ranks deep,
It’s up the hills they weave and creep.
They think they are the public good,
But only serve to boil the blood.
Of course they have a right to be,
But so again has little me.
Wednesday 26th August 2015 3:08 pm
the sadness of sundays
reds, yellows, browns and golds
of stormy autumn
and as I walk
I have in mind
the fragility of a veined
and who am I to resist
Wednesday 26th August 2015 12:25 pm
Come gather around you good people,
As I tell you this little story,
I warn you, it's a bit gruesome,
Because it concerns a hand of glory,
Which was a body part from a hanged man,
The jailor would sell it for the highest bid,
Bought by one versed in the secret arts,
(The next verse tells you what they did).
They dried it out and then embalmed it,
Muttering words of ...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 10:41 am
Also by Ledger de la Bald:The Spider In My Beard | You'll Be Old Yourself One Day | The Turd | ...And Along Came Jeremy | South Sea Island |
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(Someone far cleverer than me wrote the title as a 5-word summary of how foreigners view the English - an old post)
I never cease to be surprised while we're on holiday
At the number of occasions that a French waiter would say,
“Hello. What can I get you?” in perfect Ang-a-lais
How did he know so quick that we were English?
While you're shopping in the mall you see a fami...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 8:56 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE VERGER AND THE MAGISTRATE | Happy 35th Wedding Anniversary | WHAT DON'T I KNOW ABOUT CRICKET? | IT'S NOT 5-0 IS IT NOW, GLENN | QUI ES IN CAELIS (...who art in Heaven...) |
I need a friend,
Someone that wouldn't need my words to know something was wrong,
My body is weak from being strong,
I want to lay down my broken and lost thoughts,
I've lost track,
Of tears that I've forced to keep in, awaiting the second I get home to let them fall,
I need someone that would see past this wall,
The wall I've spent a year building up.
I can be surrounded b...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 8:04 pm
Can I remember my password; sorry I meant are the frozen peas still in my bag
Mushy I am
I leave bank cards in a supermarket pay out tills
The whole of Wirral is riding round on bus passes I leave
Mushy I am
Droplets of my money
Are rolling down your street
I type in endless passwords
All wrong of course
I’ve given my bank pin number
To a te...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:49 pm
Also by David R Mellor:Just a bit part in life’s big movie screen | We Can’t Corby wrong | It’s 1979 again | The Big Picture | I HATE YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART |
As the car's circle round me,
I nary a blink.
Bones of cement, muscles of granite,
It takes more than graffiti to take away my pride
I stand through all seasons.
Time will not hurt my posture.
Tattoos brazen across my chest,
the names of heroes who could never meet me.
Generations will disintegrate,
And I will always remember.
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:45 pm
Also by Toby Woolley:Break Up |
He hangs out
With the clouds
From the skies
Who surround him
Like the remnants
Of a Cuban cigar
He checks his
In his still
Are about to
All over again
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:22 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:SOLUTION | No Answer |
Is it the destined way of man
To plead to beg
To scratch and scrabble
Clawing through naked earth
Like a desperate hungry animal
To dig down to the very depths
Of all that he holds dear
To snip and to sneer
At his own ability
To watch himself flounder
On jagged rocks
Cut and bleeding
To chip away at every sliver
At every splinter of every letter
Of every w...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:00 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Down the pub |
Trying hardest to dispel
but the feel’s returned
Perfect thought utopia
has tables since turned
Back at a very juncture
bit uncanny and unsure
Strong urge to move on
for an enigmatic allure
Environs are inhibiting
lackluster same routine
Needs ditching tedium
& explore vistas pristine
Mettle’s taken beating
but the intent s...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 6:42 pm
"Ignore the unfounded rumours
of pus- in your milk,
which are also quite scary,"
said the white coated chap
with the clipboard and cap
and the man who's
in charge of the dairy.
words and foto T Carroll
Tuesday 25th August 2015 4:12 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Sodden | ...take those lips | Vertices lll | "Oh you are a mucky kid" |
Isn’t that what it’s always been between us?
Lightning rods taking every hit.
The shock was inevitable.
The passion was undeniable.
You are the bolt of pure energy.
I am the body of water you longed to touch.
But by God,
Tuesday 25th August 2015 5:15 am
With thoughts becoming words,
Walls that once stood surrounding,
Now stands in between, mocking.
Restlessness haunts eyes,
Moments of Vows, fires denies
Paths once chosen together,
Now stages reasons for fights.
Reasons found once to stay,
Seems melting away like ice.
Cowardness blinds submission.
Arrogance blinds Love.
Monday 24th August 2015 6:25 am
Also by Jojomon:Love Alley! | Curse, at a Price! |
Paxos, with it`s gnarled groves of olives and crazy stone walls, is a goblin island. It leans to the east, as though some giant Titan of antiquity strode across it and tilted it. The ground water is brackish due, it is said, to greedy exploration for oil. One suspects, though, a more tolerant attitude before the project failed..
The `real` town square was the triangle glimpsed through the churc...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 10:12 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Corbyn and and the death of Marx? | Paxos (cont) | Little David | (untitled) | Form and function |
“Ich habe noch einen Koffer in Berlin” an old popular song in Germany
A Suitcase in Berlin
I still have this suitcase in Berlin,
It’s stuffed with receipts for comradeship,
Paid for anonymously by hours lived in fear:
Of betrayal, of interrogation, of the camp,
Of footsteps on the stairs at dawn. I listen
For movement behind the wall of this day.
The hours pass slowly-the ...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 9:00 pm
Poetry Online Slam was created by Bristol based Poet Matt Duggan who won the erbacce prize for poetry in 2015.
You can find out more about Matt here http://www.mattduggan.webnode.com
Why did I create the Online Slam? I wanted to connect poets from all over the world who wouldn't get to see some poets reading LIVE! Plus, None of that dodgy judging or rent a room Poet B/S. I hope this projec...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:59 pm
Tags: interview,Slam,Spoken Word poetry
Also by Myriam San Marco:The Chocolate Poetry Club |
BLEED BLEED BLEED
soaked innit and spat out
a reign of fists and averted eyes
split from spine to stomach
stuffed back in with crime and malice
DIE DIE DIE
a hate stamped thin with leather boots
prostetic burning incest, battering
spattering: spit and bile and semen
storms of slamming doors and midnight, smiling purges
FUCK FUCK FUCK
Lipstick theives of ruby red
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:10 pm
Tags: faster,this is hell this is bliss chasing at your fingert
Also by Zach Dafoe:karaoke 3 (08/21/2015) | afterthought 2 ( | lucky lager shuffle (08.16/2015) | Ray Charles 0414 (08/11/2015) | Scott Peterson 2049 (08/09/2015) | first will prompt (08/09/2015) | why i don't mow my lawn (08/06/2015) | Ray Charles 2428 (08/05/2015) | echolocate (08/01/2015) |
Forgive me as I dip my pen into blood of the past.
Memories. Hanging bright as the whitest moon
in my blackened, indecorous thoughts.
I was his lover, his muse, his friend,
his counsel over secret canal side walks.
Both sharp suited, professional by day,
we drove fast through boundaries
into love first after taking vows of never.
Towpath widened into world of champagn...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:03 pm
Tags: Katypoetess,love,love poetry
Also by Katypoetess:Caring through Silence | Residual Haunting |
Sunday 23rd August 2015 5:08 pm
Tags: For one evil act a million candles are lit for the
Also by Nigel Astell:Born of Dark Blood | Born of Dark Blood |
What do I want? What do I value?
What do you reject?
What matters to me? Whose opinions do I heed?
Whose do you ignore?
I no longer care what anyone thinks of me,
Or my actions.
You realize, of course, that you have fixed
The anomaly of your state:
You are trying very hard not to care;
But you do...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 12:09 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Li Po | For her | Two Formal Poems (re-posts) |
A perfect excuse to
Sunday 23rd August 2015 5:52 am
Also by Harvey Williamson-Knight:Days |
Can't believe you didn't add.
Makes life sad.
Back to work on the first,
David makes my life worse.
Shut the window.
That local girl,
Stalked her in your pictures.
Not looked at her baby yet.
Do you want me to look for you?
Saturday 22nd August 2015 10:45 pm
Also by Miss :Hurt=Poetry | I blame the parents. | Our lives are all mapped out by our minds. |
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