This woman in black
This flitty bitty girl
With bouffant mad hair
Eye shadow and lips
This long lost soul
Always, always on the go
No luck in love
No luck with drugs
Cracked up on smack
Booze and fags
This little girl
Who had every thing
But not enough to be her saving grace
With little choice
Wednesday 10th February 2016 11:05 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Drowned |
Where yesterday, they lay unbound within
that pit of joy: skipping pleasure's eye shone:
processing o'er the virgin stars of night.
Uncleaved, the fruit, no cloven star reveals
but split between it's equal parts, seen
in critical comprehension; what perfect
in created form: forms patterns accidental.
As the bud yields to the bee, craving the light
it opens fully in it's natural innocence: ...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 10:29 pm
Also by jeremy young:ecce homo | the muslim's tale xviii | the muslim's tale xvii | the muslim's take xvi | the muslim's tale xv | the muslim's tale xiv | the muslim's tale xiii | the muslim's tale xii | the muslim's tale xi | the muslim's tale x | the muslim's tale ix |
outside the well - appointed house
screened by laurel, ivy clad
in its curving crescent discretion assured
a van pulled up like a culture shock
furniture unloaded, dogs through the door
with a lady in tow taking stock
and an antiques dealer, circling and jibing,
calculations, machinations like gamblers
at a cock fight, bending probing checking comparing.
Wednesday 10th February 2016 10:14 pm
Also by ray pool:RAILWAY NOSTALGIA | FIRE BABY | COTSWOLD STONE VILLAGES | MUSICIANS ON THE MOVE | IN THE PIZZA EXPRESS TRINITY ROAD WANDSWORTH | A RESTORER'S LOT |
a ripple in time
in the muddy waters of life.
Grey faces standing at the bus stop,
A watery sunset glows, pinkly golden,
I walk past and breath life into the scene
with a vapour of hope
escaping from my mouth,
lips stretching in a smile.
Wednesday 10th February 2016 8:06 pm
Tags: Dusk, happiness, life, sunset
Also by Jill Ashforth:The Waiting Room by Tindersticks |
A brightly guttering light draws me to the window.
Raindrops rebound from the sputtering street,
As a solitary, hunching figure runs, splashing, towards a waiting car,
Clutching a coat collar at the neck.
A grumbling bass growls in the darkness.
I look up again as the sky is slashed
With a streaking, silvery laceration.
A dissonant dull roaring again rolls across the sky,
Wednesday 10th February 2016 4:06 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Of Starlings | Poets Anonymous | They Are Not Gone | Event Horizon |
She’s moved in
And her panties are slouched across
Every radiator and in the kitchen
Fruit piles like windfalls and the whole
Place exhales a new freshness
Having her here for more than just sex
Has taken some getting used to
There is only one toilet
One bed side table
She is leading me to new experiences -
Seeds and soya milk
Wednesday 10th February 2016 12:37 pm
Also by mike watts:Cheers! | Chicken pie | Sketches and Zeppelins |
Dead Canines in Spain
The Aegean Sea, another rubber dinghy sank 30 people drowned
most of them Syrians and from the hateful a smile when they are
stupid risking their life and come here wanting to live like us.
A good Syrian is a dead one, and they did not have much of value
for a state to confiscate and none of them had a higher education just
some uneducated bodies brin...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 11:02 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :murderous laughter | truth be told | wonderful Scandinavia | wildfire | wildfire | Morpheus`s kiss | Marvellous life | the lay of the land |
Post lunch time.
Chips sit on steak pie
fish sits on chips
beans sit on chips
more chips sit on beans
more beans sit on chips
sausages sit on beans
jelly and ice cream sits on sausages
all swilled down with coffee
coffee mingled with fag smoke.
Pre shitting time.
Digestive juices kick in
knicker ballooning farts blow out
preceding the back passage exiting
Wednesday 10th February 2016 10:23 am
Also by Jemima Jones:Chain cutting | Late pre Winter stroll | Assuming in mono vision | Towards rejuvenation | Ideal hunk | Void | In the headlights | Dirty girl! |
To spill a minds tortured thoughts
laid bare upon the page,
is not an invitation
to the self appointed sage.
Yet here they come
in trivial droves
their sympathises to proffer,
as if without their empathy
naught else there be to offer.
Their insincere inquisition
repels the subjects courage,
their thoughtless selfish mission
deny’s it chance to flouris...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 8:14 am
Tags: etiquette, idiocy, impoliteness, Insensitivity, rudeness
Also by Wolfgar:Eternity's sunrise | Stolen | The impatient lighthouse | An ending | Peppermint tea with Gavin Bryars | A Mother | Un-slaved | Beyond the coriolis | Reflections on enforced separation | < = > |
black lines under her eyes
tear stained pillow by the end of the night
and the smell of his cologne
lingering in the air for only a fraction of a second longer
for the day that she can let go and run
out of the dark mass some call heartbreak
when she can faithfully proclaim
that she will start the next day
and end it with a dry pillow in sight
Wednesday 10th February 2016 6:00 am
Tags: breakups, love, sadness
Can You Smile
While Eyes Still Groggy
Was Your Signature
Set Clocks Back
Seemed They Were Done
This Time Ticking
Wind Whispers Memories
Wednesday 10th February 2016 4:40 am
Also by GeeProcessor:TWO WORDS | POOF | NEEDY | UNICYCLE | FOOLSCAP | GOT LIFE? | THOSE DAMN DUCKS |
4:45 in the morning
a distant freight’s horn is blowing
at every street as a warning
get out of the way it’s saying
the market's wheels are still turning
I’m eating but still worrying
like hamsters waiting to be sold
to pad the pet store’s bank’s billfold
but I’m not valuable to hold
because I’m on my way to old
and my mind’s rebelliously bold
and I don’t believe w...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 3:04 am
Lay him on an ocean
Rock him on a wave
Cradle his sweet head
against the tempests and the raves
He’s the one who lifts me up
When I am going down
Give him peace and paradise
Or I will surely drown
Cover him with love
To keep him dry and warm
Look down from above
Behold the angel in my storm
Wednesday 10th February 2016 1:51 am
Also by R Miller:Cloud Watching | Gasping | Reminders |
fists and rigid
limbs as pulsing,
less we fuse
in sweet spring bulbs.
Tuesday 9th February 2016 10:11 pm
Tags: bed springs
Also by Stuart Buck:gingko | ensorcelled | window | ak | witness | 6/8/45 | dog | ash | last | library | s/t/r/o/b/e (a haiku) |
I went window shopping a couple of weeks ago, not planning on parting with any cash, but then, I saw these beauties. Three thoughts flashed in a state of instant wild excitement: 1. Starman. 2. Noel Fielding. 3. Give them to me nowwwwww! And then I thought of this - ENJOY!
I will wear them down the pub
I will shop in them at Sainsburys
I went to a book launch in them last week
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:59 pm
Tags: fashion, new boots, noel fielding, school, starman
Also by Anna Ghislena:Feedback |
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
Tags: child murder, cold blooded, dark, Death row, Execution, free verse, mur, Psychology, psychopath
Also by Bethany Mae:The Psychopath | The Psychopath | The Psychopath | The Psychopath |
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:26 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Striped and spectorial | Knife edge | Avoidance of scotch mist | Water music | Prophecy | Born to be Wilde | Rough diamond | Cumulous & Co. | Midnight in Shouldbepulleddown Street | Mr Dark and I | Dying days menu |
They barely seem to move at all
the stars who are so shy
while you lie down to rest your head
they glide across the sky
to say I Love You
Good seas but for a cruel moon
would lie down and find peace
by a land they all must cleave to
kiss soft and never cease
to say I love You
Of this timeless eternity
sublime shall songbirds sing
to offer all...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 8:58 pm
Also by ADAM WHITWORTH:Haiku | Flowers On The Ground | In The Old Fence-Post Was A Perfectly Round Hole. | Stars |
Think it is?'
'I’ll dab some
Tuesday 9th February 2016 8:37 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:format | EQUILIBRIUM | normal |
this hug is for when
the roof caves in
the walls depart
and the void within
crushes your heart
this hug is for when
the dark creeps in
you cry at night
and the hurt within
blocks out light
this hug is for when
the day steps in
all exhaustion filled
and the tiredness within
makes you cold and chilled
this hug is for when
the roof caves in
the dark creeps in
and the day ste...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 8:10 pm
Also by Colin Hill:insignificant haiku | McPigeons | come rescue me | I had this dream | On Crwbin | little blonde boy blues | "a pillow of winds" | losing things |
I've noticed recently how many more people listen to the message of a poem if I put a tune to it, so here's a recording with music.
They told me when I started school
I had to join a line.
There's one for girls and one for boys
I asked them which was mine.
They asked me if my mother raised
A daughter or a son,
They sent me to the corner, where
I made a line of one.
And the line for the gi...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 5:45 pm
We breath air because we must
And not because we might.
Powers life to ignite.
Tuesday 9th February 2016 5:07 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:AUSTERITY |
Diving in deep
Escaping the estuary
On the littoral
Wiping off persona
with the towel of horizon
In the sacred sands
Reflection of her
Salinity of the Sea
Entangled raven hair-locks
Murmuring moist lips
Bosom hooked in shells
And scaled turquoise tail
Words of wisdom
Learned in the
Kingdom of Marines
Safe from sharks
Familiar fins and gills
Shall not ...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 3:06 pm
Inequality of all shades
By Alem Hailu
Though in dexterity my physically challenged carpenter father,
Than the physically fit proves better,as a source to his anger,
With contemporaries a level ground he enjoyed never!
From late childhood there was one thing that me used to bother, why my so discriminated father
On his turn true to cultural dictates,ill treats my d...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 12:54 pm
Tags: Inequality discrimination racism gender disabili
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Ego-rocking words | Must Your Gratitude Be A Knife? |
When you're angry at the world,
Coming closer to the edge,
Just remember who you are,
And step back from that ledge
Your heart, it emanates a love
So pure, and full of light,
And like the moon, illuminates
The darkest of nights
Sometimes the joy is hard to find,
You feel you can't hold on,
Have faith in life and stay a while,
The journey's just begun
Tuesday 9th February 2016 7:39 am
Politicians mutate words for a covert agenda,
Twisting half-truths into party propaganda.
Reassuring us of change when they get elected,
Then maintain the status quo, leaving everyone dejected.
Blaming their predecessor’s lack of capability,
Creates the denial of their own responsibility.
Working for the voter was never their intention,
In it for themselves, being paid to ask ...
Monday 8th February 2016 10:46 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Punxsutawney Phil | Haiku: Carpet of Crocus | Silent Witness 2 (Supernova) | Haiku: SAD |
Precious time...wasted time....sands of time...
All just lost time savagely slipping away
Like a masochistic god mercilessly ruling over us
No regard for our wants or desires
We beg him to slow down and allow us to revel in a moment
We plead with him to speed up and help heal our hurt
We cry out desperately for just one more day
We come away always ignored
Monday 8th February 2016 10:11 pm
Also by Nicole:Richard |
Jesus went for a rather long walk
Through magpie faeces to the slaughterhouse
In the stench of hate
Hanging with religious gangrene
Cushioned in silent landscapes
Immersed silently with broken hope
Put away like broken dishes
A poetic riddle told what it could be,
Branches creaking like hands clapping
To the answer given.
Monday 8th February 2016 10:10 pm
Tags: Collage Poem, Jesus, Stockport Write Out Loud
In a bitter late winter’s light
On a smoggy backdrop of the sun’s goodnight
Score of arcade pop and sirens sound
Cameras clicking and public astound
Consume the scene, they flock, they swarm
The show is now and now they perform
Like cooling tea in morning sun
They stroke the surface then swirl up as one
Tiny fibres, they vibrate the same
The silent mu...
Monday 8th February 2016 5:27 pm
Also by Isabel Hope:The Mixture's right |
I thought I was strong
When I came across you
Lying dead in a car
And a crowd looking on
I thought I would say
‘Out of the way
she needs CPR’
I thought I would say
'Let me have a go'
I thought I would
Step up to the plate
Be calm and collected
And bring you back,
Let you fight fate
You looked so fine
No mark, just slumped
Eyes closed, ...
Monday 8th February 2016 2:27 pm
Also by Michael J Piggott:Comfy | Dog |
Laced in memories
There was a love hidden here
A beauty laid low
Separated by the past
Winter coloured hills
Freckled in a shellshocked
There was a tenderness
Blowing open mouthed
Crumbling across time
Reflecting how much
They would have
Once been in love.
Colouring in the sky
Monday 8th February 2016 12:54 pm
Can you spare a bit of change mate?
I'm truly am in need
I don't need a fix of powder
Or an ounce of weed
I need a cup of coffee mate
To help my bones get warm
I need a bed for the night
My sleeping bag's all torn
Can you spare a bit of change mate?
Can't you see me here?
I'm sitting right in front of you
Think I can't see you sneer?
I can't afford a bath mate
I can't afford new clo...
Monday 8th February 2016 10:50 am
Also by Pixievic:Poet Brain (30w) | Just in Time | A Whisper from the Moon | Your Words (Haiku) | Aftermath |
On days where I'm tired and don't know better, I think about married life, far away from here. There's a soft, warm spot in my head where I leave at sunrise, come home at sunset to hot chicken sandwiches, cold beer, soft kisses on the porch. Cool, clean sheets. Things so far away that I question if I've drifted into the daydreams of someone else.
Maybe I've lost that chance. Maybe I'm tire...
Monday 8th February 2016 8:29 am
Tags: a pistol for paddy garcia why would i take you bac
Also by Zach Dafoe:caps lock purge (02/05/2016) | weren't odessa 3 (01/09/2015) |
Is something I rarely feel
Told how much I screw up
Monday 8th February 2016 12:58 am
Tags: Depressed, Haiku, unappreciated
A wall of defeat
On every side
Dictated to by giants
The mouse on the wheel
A thirty year chasm is inside me
Its mouth is wide open
Wanting my surrender
Waiting for dominance
A tiny crack has shown up
In the dam that holds back my future...
Sunday 7th February 2016 10:34 pm
Tags: mouse life running aimlessly hope fresh hope
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Oh my name it is nothing; my vote it means less;
But I voted for Labour I have to confess;
But now I am cheering where once I’d deride
Our new national champion
Cos Dave’s on Our Side.
He’s gone into battle for me and for you
To joust with those blackguards they call the EU;
He carries our torches to burn far and wide;
Now Europe is trembling
With Dave on Our S...
Sunday 7th February 2016 10:33 pm
Also by John Coopey:MY BEST FRIEND | 70m DASH |
Surging urging, brown, dense molass,
Upheaving through harbour gap,
Foaming deluge broken, unspent,
Over angular boulder castlement,
And with weighty mass continuing on,
To swell and play,
From the upwelling foray.
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:54 pm
Tags: Nature, Storm, Wales, Weather
Violation and depravity,
within isolation of this valley,
an extravagant medicine to take.
We pace the boulevard,
with no moral compass, neither
north or south in strip-sleazed haze.
Rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension,
morning sirens sing out my sin.
but the more I kneel before you,
the more you raise me to my feet.
What happens with us, st...
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:54 pm
Tags: Katypoetess, love, love poetry
Also by Katypoetess:The Temptation of St Anthony II |
Another day dawned,
The sunbeams wrenching Lucille back into the land of the living.
A groan, a stretch and a chance fart heralded the day,
As the dust fairies spread their wings.
She reached for her stick,
Briefly recalling that Henry always used to bring it to her
Before he'd shuffled off,
One last time,
Fifteen months ago.
It hadn't been the first time he'd ...
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:13 pm
Also by Jim Trott:The Gnome and his Snakes | And the Walls did Weep |
Returning to my hotel room
the way arrayed with artless dust
settling at my wood-chewed seat
crafting a plan to hatch this eve
feeding the scar of cream curtain.
The depth of outside shatters within
voices ring out in stuck symmetry
the gramophone and a fiend's cackle
this draught declines my fervent plea
a brush so worn as to paint me cold.
Sunday 7th February 2016 7:17 pm
How beautiful and calm
Wind blowing ever so gently and sweet
Rubbing against my cheeks with so much comfort
Looking up above
Stars shinning ever so bright
Though a million miles above
Stil so near.
For a moment darkness feels friendly
With fear of the unknown
Knowing for sure in a moment
The break of dawn
You only last for a while
Sunday 7th February 2016 6:54 pm
Being homeless is not very nice,
To the people who pass you by,
They don't think twice.
They think you are a thug,
Spending what little money you have on drink and drugs!
You're not like that at all,
Just down on your luck, no-one to break your fall.
All you can do is sit in the shop doorway out on the street,
Begging for spare change for something to drink and eat.
Sunday 7th February 2016 6:02 pm
The Prelude to the weekend
where people drink till the wee hours of the night
hoping to finally take flight away from the stress of the past three days.
Knowing that these moments never last forever
that is why families stay tighter than leather.
fly under any weather.
Distance is obsolete when it comes to this family
varying directions we may be in our lives,
yet when we r...
Sunday 7th February 2016 5:28 pm
Tags: drinking, family, happiness, poetry, Thursday
Faces are dull, lamps are lit,
The room is black and I am alone,
Dreaming something but reality is different,
I don't know what's going to happen
I didn't know what will I do
Stand upon the stool
Or see in a mirror like a fool,
But I said to myself, 'I have to be cool'
Nothing seems to be different,
As I follow the same me,
I have no difference nor glee in me.
Everyone has come ...
Sunday 7th February 2016 3:58 pm
Tags: HOPE, LIFE, POSITIVE, POSITIVITY, POSSIBILITY, POSSIBLE
You cannot know
isn't that the point
and, I'm not sure
how you'd react
If you did know.
Things would change
and I'm not prepared
to lose you,
the tiny piece
I do have.
So wonder on,
Should you ask me,
face to face,
look you in the eyes
Sunday 7th February 2016 11:38 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Puthering |
Pass through wood and brick
Mortar and strong Yorkshire stone
The ghosts passing on the stairway
The spectres, ever astir, in the upper rooms
Of living, breathing
Nest with me here
Of life and love
Passion and hate
Sunday 7th February 2016 2:22 am
I wonder what my punk mates from 20 years ago are doing tonight?
Keki's close friends.
Well we all are 20 years older.
This is what i have to say:
You don't do punk.
You are punk.
I wonder..most of them grew up,maybe. Maybe they work.
How would I know?
I'm punk. I don't know. I don't give a flying fuck.
I cry, i miss you, i cry and i do remember....
Sunday 7th February 2016 1:55 am
Tags: punk poetry
In the back bedroom,
between pillars of poetry pamphlets;
the canyon that echoes Chaucer and Poe.
Where last week’s crockery lies a fossil
and sedimentary layers of coffee show.
A wastepaper bin of crumpled first drafts,
waiting to erupt it’s potential.
Bed sheets blown over a notebook graveyard,
buried too deep to show their credential.
Crisp packets breed between clothes on the floor,
Sunday 7th February 2016 12:25 am
Tags: doubt, poetry, writing
Also by Eva Curless:An Ode to Poetry |
One day her heart turned black,
It was tired of the rain,
Tired of the same echoes from different voices,
He looked at the phone,
Screaming like a tired child,
Remembering his wife
He stared at the ceiling,
lonely hotel room,
His heart was black
It was tired of being left,
Sunday 7th February 2016 12:23 am
Also by Nicola Beckett:Shadows |
Disappointment haunts all my days
Contradictions butter me up but
Nothing is as it was. This I know.
A green grove recalled
Somewhere around the A355
Near to Blair’s 80s Beaconsfield
Or maybe it was deadly Denham
Not too far from Pinewood anyroad
With Kenneth, Sid, Tony, the ‘H’-crew.
Heroes just for one day
Those places, those ...
Saturday 6th February 2016 10:44 pm
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