celebrity, living life
with brevity, fast as catcher's mitts
fleeting as spliffs on fox trails
green as surgical gloves.
Tuesday 21st April 2015 5:40 am
Tags: sierra whiskey echo delta
Also by Zach Dafoe:shared (aug/sept 2013) | Removed the Silver Ring (04/12/2015) | Tiny Tim 0716 | Kimura 1 | First Laugh, Last Laugh | notes 3 | Let's Talk, WoL | Late Night Acousma | speech oil (03/31/2015) | 14/30 (04/01/2015) |
Love is a drug,
One perspective shifting trip,
Unknowingly stumbled upon.
Now you’re consciously falling.
For a splitting second,
You’re suspended in the rush,
A swift inhale,
Collapse shut in suspense.
One. Last. Relaxing, sigh-
It hits you.
Their tender embrace,
Exhilaration, tumbling acceleration,
Both induced by the physical materialisation-
Of the innate fear of falling.
Into this eup...
Monday 20th April 2015 11:08 pm
Also by Sharlie:Silly Mistakes. | How it is |
Disrupt and corrupt
To take away your youth
How far and
When are not words
When is a step
A step to far
What’s been said
What’s been done
By whom and when
It’s just another
Monday 20th April 2015 10:50 pm
Also by Martin Elder:There was a time | There was a time | Die tomorrow |
Little Jack, he’s on his own
In the wild American night
Chasing down the mystic road
Trying to keep his star in sight
He last saw Neal three days ago
When he shot his arrow into the sun
Now his magic shirt is hanging down
His mouth is half undone
And the kids in all the mid west towns
Are hanging on his tongue
Jack yawns and gapes and scratches hard
Monday 20th April 2015 9:46 pm
Also by Russ Litten:Goodnight Colleen | This Place Is Not For Sale | Walk Me To The Station | Atlantic Breeze | Waking Up Too Fast | Weekends | Filming | East Coast Situation | A Heart's Supposed To Last | Do You Think You'll Get To Heaven? | What's The Word? | Carver | Neighbourhood Watch | Thrown Away | The Harpic Brothers | The Grass Won't Grow Till Spring | Unanswered Prayers | Boothferry | Rex Everything | It Is What It Is | monday morning, 10am | Lolly Stick Stuck In Slot Causes Cascade Of Copper | Dean Licked My Balls | Beneath The Flyover, Summer '82 | My Best Friend Tony, Who I Only Met The Once | Prison Song |
It’s a conveyor belt for children who we assume are the same,
whether they realise or not they are part of a game;
a game that most will never win.
They’re asked to tackle the wheel of fortune
when they don’t know how to spin.
In the real world, a board rubber can’t erase your mistakes,
no sharpener can recover a heart when it breaks,
you don’t need a fluorescent liquid to highl...
Monday 20th April 2015 9:31 pm
Also by Eva Curless:The Ones We Call Leaders | Rabbit in the Headlights | Heavy Footed | Barbie Doll | Every Day Battles | Flander's Fields. |
Married in a mad moment of mutual agreement
Between bouts of eczema and moving house
From Hemel Hempstead to Sennen Cove
More hemp and cove than sensible reasoning
Drifted down on a late afternoon breeze
Barbequed veggie kebabs under an evening’s drizzle
Potato picking to be your salvation
Whilst looking for clues in the Sunday Times Appointment Section
No time to spen...
Monday 20th April 2015 7:47 pm
Also by Colsibabes:I'll give you money | Sex in Cars (the process) | Sex in Cars (a quickie before bedtime) | Up for Sale | Miklos Panos | Fun in a Fiat 500 | no idea why | From a Faded Photo of a Little Boy | Albino Poem | Glue PhotoPoem | Goodbye Gunter | Spine PhotoPoem | Love You PhotoPoem |
the stink of diesel and of fear which
everyone’s pretending is not here
because if they do not name it, it will not be real
but in the hot bodies of the strangers pressed
around her she can feel
the tension of a panic only held at bay
like sea-sickness, with iron will, good fortune,
they rise and fall, jaws clench and clench again
Monday 20th April 2015 7:10 pm
Tags: Katie Hopkins,Mediterranean,refugees,tragedy
Beauty, the Sight
My heart is a block of cement pavement, sadness
my poetry is prose and little more.
I have written collections of poetry but in the end
they are mostly political musings.
Yet, concrete cannot stop nature, through cracks
tiny green grass grows, or you may call it a weed.
Perhaps I have got something written that in the mass
of words there are pearls of poet...
Monday 20th April 2015 4:57 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen :all about writing | the loving feeling | the race thing | Athens | recorder | meandering in Pireaus | spring sonnet | gone ashore | the ocean | our tolerance | poetry reading sonnet | Lonely Christmas | Costa Rica | published poet | the money note | the author | dispossessed |
over lunch - it was that kind of place -
she asked me which poets I admired
so I reeled off the names - but she shook her head -
apparently versifiers on t'internet don't count -
so I said blake - as he was the most likely
to pen an elegant poem in 140 characters
but then pope was also a genius at that sort of thing
- and he could be mucky - which is always a plus
with the reddit c...
Monday 20th April 2015 4:26 pm
Also by jeremy young:school disco | please don't say that | spitting in the street | lomographic sound poem | art day | I saw the light - 1 | elliott poems 2 | elliott poems 1 | eli | ennui | dawdling | buxom | bow bell | normal for boys | stonepile | warham fort | dales | paralax | spirits |
Paragram continues to offer writers a wide range of publication ventures. Returning the focus to poetry this year, the all new Chapbook Challenge offers two amazing opportunities. The first is for one talented poet to realise an ambition to publish their short collection. The second will see over40 poets published in Paragram Spotlights, the 2015 anthology.
Paragram will add to the short collec...
Monday 20th April 2015 12:58 pm
Tags: chapbook competition,Poetry competition
There it presides
more solid than anything else
one of my favourite mountains.
without the need of pretending
to be a pyramid.
enhancing a vast space.
Lording over the surrounding
prostrated pastoral pleasantries,
easily dwindling parishes.
I claw and scramble upwards
Monday 20th April 2015 12:01 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Them outpacing us | Romancing the Orb | observing grown ups | moi-warts and all! | from looking cool to chemotherapy | oh no! I've fallen for the same old shite-again! | Grave concerns | my give-a-shit just retired | beware the cross hairs | Hanging the gloves up | Remedy | never too late | Using you to use me | La Luna | Westminster Wolf |
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
Also by Joseph Robert:A poem in W.I.S.H MAGAZINE |
"The Spiritual Battle"
They say he never stops,
They say the devil does not sleep at night,
That is why we have cops,
A wise man once said to me, "Continue fighting the good fight."
My flesh is weak,
I am distracted from God by beauty and glamour,
When Jesus is with me I reach a spiritual peak,
Only he has the power to remove from me, this worldly clamour.
Sunday 19th April 2015 10:46 pm
Sunday 19th April 2015 8:20 pm
Tags: Bawdy humour,Comedy,Toilet
Also by Chris Briggs:Put It Away |
I need to shade my eyes
From the grit that’s
On these streets
From dirtying my windows
And setting in my mind
The nine year old
Screaming gutter abuse
At her mother
While she pats her
On the head
Caves in and
Gives her another
The compensation vultures
Circling the pool of claims
Planning their next gain
Picking out riches
Sunday 19th April 2015 6:20 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:A&E | My God |
I surf and click, then raise his complex shade,
the presence and the poundage of a man
who took care of business, transcending his name
along the road between White Station,
Mississippi, and the juke joints of Chicago.
A diminutive screen contains him,
as he expounds the meaning of the blues –
a patriarch and mason, who had grasped his letters
like thorns, until his la...
Sunday 19th April 2015 2:02 pm
Also by David Cooke:The Fly Past | In Loco Parentis | Weisz | Urban | Nothing | The Ice House |
Ghost Story II is still developing along nicely guys and girls.
Currently it is up to Part 19
See here http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/ for more details.
Lots of guest poets on here including Write Out Loud regulars, Hazel Connolly, Tina Ford, Natfastic (Natalie), Ian Whiteley Gray Nicholls and loads of others.
If you are still interested in submitting a guest poem, get in touch.
Sunday 19th April 2015 1:57 pm
Also by Andy N:Ghost Story Part I |
It was just a bow
A blue patent bow
Disengaged it's self
from her shoe
The dark dank sewer,
I yanked at the other bow
There they match now,
Kept it twenty years
In a box
With all sorts
Sunday 19th April 2015 1:36 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:Ghost 2 | Ghost | A Room With a View |
Stumbling with great form,
As ready and stable as any other hungover,
Willfully sick step could be,
I caught a terrifying question
Posed to no one.
"What if this is all real?"
He was a toothless mess,
Wishing he could feel as bad as me.
Longing for the self defeating luxury of excess,
And stuck with piss stained slacks,
Feeling the true bad I thought I was complainin...
Sunday 19th April 2015 11:14 am
That evening stroll through badger wood
amid the aimless scurry and tinny cluck of pheasants,
May's green fluff adorning bare branches and
murderous ivy quenched on strangled boughs
hiding busy late trilling birds.
We warily cross brambles that arch like green surf
cascading over ramshackle fences
to hike between the wide fingernail trenches
freshly clawed by a greedy ...
Sunday 19th April 2015 10:40 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Petrichor | Sky Anger | Easter Haiku | Virtual Realm |
In Algiers I held a glass
that held a face's stare
In the glass the face that stared
stared back at me in fear.
We came upon slowing traffic.
Inside the ancient bus
the standing passengers
were gently rocked as it edged
along the unfinished road.
We passed the sun-glassed occupants
of cars and busses
and the rolled-up sleeves of lorry drivers.
Sunday 19th April 2015 10:21 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Is this what borders do? | (untitled) | Licking |
"Rethread; try the pattern again" I said.
More: "Rethread; try a new pattern".
sewing up a new scene.
I will no longer be your empty spool;
a discarded thimble on some scrappy pile.
I will peddle upright, in leisure,
sewing sequins, sunlight shimmering my style.
I will thread throug...
Sunday 19th April 2015 10:15 am
Also by Natfastic:FUN! | My Pretty | On the Lake | A Learning Love | Everything Changes | I Used to be Defensive | Oh, But I Am Not |
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I’m not a stranger of myself anymore
I am a shadow
That shines bright
In the midst of the darkness
A machine that manufactures
In every waking breath
I’m the armor of my heart
As it breaks piece by piece
Like a shredded cloth
I’m broken enough to not feel broken
Dead enough to not feel my spirit
I no longer care for
Unnecessary conversations a...
Sunday 19th April 2015 8:24 am
Beneath this yonder twinkling isle
I laid down for a while;
Amidst this firmamental lea
I saw a pulsar shine with glee.
Soon i ventured into a dream
and saw the lign aloes gleam ;
a foreigner to this lonesome abyss
I savoured every kiss of bliss.
Sunday 19th April 2015 7:29 am
Tags: dream,time travel
Ever had a lover fill your head with lies yet you still cant resist them?
Can't rest tonight
can't settle in my skin
Full moons out high
the past keeps telling lies,
Feels like I am always runnin,
away from somethin'
Its that reoccurin' dream
It's that smokescreen,
fog around my feet,
keeping me sweet,
Sunday 19th April 2015 5:12 am
Also by Nicola Beckett:Snow -2008 | The Moon Watches -2006 | Nowhere - written 2004 Alicante | It' a Secret -2002 written Bury Met |
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Here's a poem I wrote a while ago, I never realised that in time it would become dated so I've decided to push it before it becomes redundant after the next election.
I even considered changing my vote so I could use it for longer, but, as I'm working class, northern, short and slightly over weight they have deemed that i can only have one vote.
So here it is...
Saturday 18th April 2015 11:57 pm
Also by dazzer:Deansgate Bridge (audio) |
Do not presume to know
The secrets of my heart
Neither could you hope to understand
The thoughts inside my head
Don’t expect a welcome
As you try to probe inside
For the thoughts that are mine only
Are the thoughts inside my head.
So don’t be so upset
When your questions are unanswered.
My heart is locked and forged with steel
As are the thoughts inside m...
Saturday 18th April 2015 8:18 pm
Also by Steve:The Ballad of a Middle Aged Man |
Brevity of words;
No rhyme within its reason.
Saturday 18th April 2015 5:49 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Prelude to a Fall | Haiku: Caught Out | Haiku: Crow | The Crow | Who Are You? |
He feels the orchards of his age
are beginning to give up
wanting to bear fruit.
are drowning out
his hearts song.
Gone,the suns hands on his shoulders.
The moons smile for him
really is waning forever.
He sees the promises of life
passing him by
in broken pieces.
What nightmares are gathering
for birth in his mind?
Saturday 18th April 2015 12:33 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:beer house bust up | Running on empty | Man |
Waky Waky haiku
by gardeners probing fork
cringing hedgehog stirs.
Saturday 18th April 2015 12:32 pm
Tags: Wakey Wakey
Toward Morpeth’s Gathering,
Either side of Great North Road,
Daffodils gleefully showed
Their stalk-dressing flowering.
And then, at the Gathering,
Another great flowering
Of English heritage, showed
Through competitions that glowed
Saturday 18th April 2015 11:11 am
Saturday 18th April 2015 6:25 am
Also by Lea:Existential Rambling | Whoosh! | Ballad of Cool and Sad |
VI. Little Fish
Dive and swim in the pond.
Drift by smoothly, feeling the sun.
Be happy and free with no bond.
Swim and float by because your journey has begun.
Swim my dear little fish
For this is your granted wish.
The bowl feels too tight
It has grown too small.
So I will set you free
Maybe one day you will come back to me.
Struggle against the ripping cur...
Friday 17th April 2015 8:30 pm
Also by Camille:V. The Passing | IV. Coffee | III. Conquer | II. The Night |
Always is a long time
But together its lovely
Don’t want to be alone
Everyday without you would be pain
Forget about me
Got to move on
Have to forget the memories
I will face what's new
Just move on
Friday 17th April 2015 6:36 pm
Also by Aly Hatcher:HAPPY | LOVE | (untitled) | Live Long, Die Old |
The second hand goes flicking by,
Hurrying us on to the time we die.
The minute hand follows close behind,
Without a care if we should mind.
Till sixty minutes defines the hour
To remind us of time's passing power
And adding four hours to a score -
Each day tots up to twenty four;
Multiply one day by three six five
To mark each year you are alive.
In life there's so m...
Friday 17th April 2015 3:58 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE VOICE OF SUMMER | THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for the renewal of Spring! | LOVE TAUGHT HIM |
A little poem written with the help of my nine year old son Rhuiridh.
A young man who likes computing,
His Mum thinks he likes it too much,
The boy says he’s not on machines all the time,
Mum says that he talks double dutch.
Boy on the chair says, what does that mean.
His Mum says it means you talk such rot.
That isn’t fair the boy child said,
I’m not on computers a lo...
Friday 17th April 2015 12:14 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:BRAIN BUGS |
I'm a person that i'd never thought i'd be...
All the mistakes that I've made
All the love that I've given away..
My soul has ventured realms no one could ever begin to fathom
and I have seen myself die in many form... now I am the ghost in the room,
a hundred people surround but inside I'm nowhere around...
I'm in a constant search for answers to questions that cannot be answered..
Friday 17th April 2015 8:07 am
Also by CodyLoveHateBlake:Here I am | One to blame | For what? | Left alone. | You can't see.. | Don't be surprised. | Hanging on | I move along! | Think about it. | This is not a phase | Come home child! | I am | Never forget! | An ode to the dog on the side of the road... |
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They’re shutting our shops in the High Streets
Through losses and lack of new orders
But saddest to date I have to relate
Was the closure of Davygate Borders.
I used to pop in and delve through the shelves
Then leisurely lounge in the chairs,
Pick a novel or three to accompany tea
Which you took in the Starbuck’s upstairs.
I’ve done Bernar...
Thursday 16th April 2015 9:48 pm
Also by John Coopey:Legs | LIKE A VERGER |
Something To Say.
I’ve got something to say about everything -
the bloody Tories and the bloody liberals
and that blood Farage with his bloody racism
and what about the bloody workers
and stop the bloody NHS cuts,
give us all a bloody living wage,
stop the bloody bankers bonuses,
plenty to say about benefits Britain
about the state of the nation,
about the house of lords,
Thursday 16th April 2015 7:53 pm
Tags: #firmagainstapathy,apathy,general election,views,vote
Also by Ian Whiteley:In The Halls Of The Kingmaker | Carnations |
An new poem of mine 'Chords of Aberration' has been published on Andy N's Ghost Story II blog.
It's stirring stuff this bloghttp://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/part-xv-and-guest-poet-10-chords-of.html
Thursday 16th April 2015 11:27 am
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
revelation fall free
on this soul that has been bound
revelation fall free,
release this pretender from the ground
Thursday 16th April 2015 8:34 am
Master Greene was a Ballinalee schoolteacher who learned the Irish Traveller cant and ended up teaching it to the grandchildren of the woman who taught it to him, who had it forgotton… he died at the ripe old age of 106!
That we all may live as long… and as well!
Tuesday 14th April 2015 11:54 pm
The Little Flower Boy
The little boy he found a seed that may become a flower.
He took it home to keep it safe within an ivory tower
He placed it on the window ledge in bedding made of soil
Then gave it food and shaded it so sunlight would not spoil
One day he saw a sprout of green, week later, tiny leaf
Hopes that once where dreams to him gave birth to true belief...
Tuesday 14th April 2015 7:44 pm
Also by Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet:The Little Flower Boy | A Certain Type Of Fool | Promises Starward |
Stolen our pride
Fiddling the statements
Of those that you let die
Gone past the cut of point of caring
Who was left in the pile?
Leaving the ambulances revving
No need to push through
They're only football supporters not like me and you
Conceited and arrogant blaming the dead for dying
Hats off to those who never gave up trying.
Tuesday 14th April 2015 7:11 pm
Also by David R Mellor:THE LAST..LINE | The Thin Thread |
They hide behind words like tradition and sport
there’s no sport in it for the poor soul who’s caught
only teeth ripping flesh to the hunter’s delight
it’s barbaric, archaic and it’s not bloody right!
For fox sake vote labour and keep the Tory hunts out
tell Vote-OK is not OK and never been in doubt
we’ll sab the hunts, keep wildlife safe and defend the ban
tell Cameron t...
Tuesday 14th April 2015 6:32 pm
Tags: fox hunting,UK election
A soldier stands alone among a busy city crowd,
no longer is he strong and no longer is he proud,
he put his life on the line for the country he loved,
for the people that he cherished and each of us,
he was sent to war where he fought long and hard,
his body now broken, his mind tormented and scarred,
now that the government have taken away his rights,
he no longer has a safe place to rest...
Tuesday 14th April 2015 1:41 pm
Tags: abuse,Homeless War Veterans,Homelessness,Poverty
Also by Tony Kasazkaja:Are You The Business | Nothing |
I wondered why that set
Of Mediterranean sky
Was domed between these whirls of weather we get,
Why - through the jibs
Of the low oaks - the sun-shafts
Kept digging me in the ribs,
Why I could feel
The shock of spring seas pounding against a far coast
Vibrant under my heel –
The sudden toil
Of all kinds of coming-alive things
Stirring in the soil.
What was it the breeze
Tuesday 14th April 2015 12:52 pm
This poem, The Hole of Truth, was first published in Weyfarers Issue 110 (Guildford Poets Press 2011) and is soon to be republished in my forthcoming poetry collection, A Model Archaeologist (Eyewear Publishing) as a bonus poem. https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=2z6LDUYH2Pk Anyway hope you enjoy! Leilanie :)
Tuesday 14th April 2015 9:59 am
Tags: Eyewear Publishing,performance poetry,poetry readings,poetry videos,Weyfarers Magazine
Also by Leilanie Stewart:The Proletarian Poet part 2 - A Philosophical Approach |
Today I woke up like I should've not
Wishing, hoping that it's but a dream
To my dismay it's not at all...
Tuesday 14th April 2015 9:03 am
Also by Lost:Home | Love | Unspoken | Passion and Determination | Growth |
I want love
I want it
in the depest parts of me
I want it
to crack my bones
I want it
to recreate my soul
I want it
to overwhelm me
I want it
to consume me
I want love
Tuesday 14th April 2015 8:55 am
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