The old fashioned Armitage&Shanks world of male bodily waste
please note:- the description of the(other) elderley 'standing' toilet user in this poem is not intended to describe Harry'O'Neill,no matter what you say! ....honestly!
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Little flotilla of fag ends
drift down the guttered canal of urine
gradually negotiating ways around
cubed i...
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Little flotilla of fag ends
drift down the guttered canal of urine
gradually negotiating ways around
cubed i...
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Wednesday 22nd May 2013 12:01 am
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:
infinitum | Gone unto | one way ticket to shit city | about a small passenger | Coffee?..oh lay! | dead whore walking | out of the virginal dark | avoidance of scotch mist | Water music | Always the better for a certain one less |I AM
by Richard A
Hold on, to what
this moment that thought
“You make me sick”
Because I spun you upside down
or because of the opinions I held?
Why do you feel anything
put weight to what I say
give credence that I am.
Detached Removed Remote
Remote? Remote control?
Removed Detached
like a house?
My state how I am,
Perceived, accepted to be,
Absent somehow
Dislocated, am I an abstr...
this moment that thought
“You make me sick”
Because I spun you upside down
or because of the opinions I held?
Why do you feel anything
put weight to what I say
give credence that I am.
Detached Removed Remote
Remote? Remote control?
Removed Detached
like a house?
My state how I am,
Perceived, accepted to be,
Absent somehow
Dislocated, am I an abstr...
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Tuesday 21st May 2013 7:39 pm
Also by Richard A:
Every fucked up day | Mother's Autumn | Cruel Impossible Love | Morecambe Bay Cockling Disaster | Seahorse | Padlock |the fly
The Fly
A fly is buzzing about in the backyard, it sounds like
a small plane lost in the wilderness of space, finally it
skids and lands on the green lid of the cistern.
The pilot of the plane must find a landing place as it
Is dark and he doesn´t know where he is. A mountain
suddenly appears in front of him, banks and just clear
the top. On the other side a valley and he sees what...
A fly is buzzing about in the backyard, it sounds like
a small plane lost in the wilderness of space, finally it
skids and lands on the green lid of the cistern.
The pilot of the plane must find a landing place as it
Is dark and he doesn´t know where he is. A mountain
suddenly appears in front of him, banks and just clear
the top. On the other side a valley and he sees what...
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Tuesday 21st May 2013 11:19 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :
old age and revenge | diffident | dry months | child poverty | first prize | four April Haiku |Sultress
by Simon Austin
All I have to do
Is tip her…
All over my lips, at first, then
She starts to go down
Better than the rest
Her wicked whip of joy cracks with a satisfaction
Unmatched
Snatched euphoria glitters on a crush
And then, oh the rush!
She slips to that place only she knows
My god, she knows where to go
And knows what to do when she gets there
Which, naturally, she does, so qu...
Is tip her…
All over my lips, at first, then
She starts to go down
Better than the rest
Her wicked whip of joy cracks with a satisfaction
Unmatched
Snatched euphoria glitters on a crush
And then, oh the rush!
She slips to that place only she knows
My god, she knows where to go
And knows what to do when she gets there
Which, naturally, she does, so qu...
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Tuesday 21st May 2013 10:50 am
Tags: addiction,mistress,sultress,love,lust,addict,poem
Also by Simon Austin:
My Beautiful Lie | Animals | The Addict | Danse Macabre (The Dance of Death) |The votive offering
''here- hold this''
he offers it to her-
she holds out
her hand-
''keep your fingers together''
he smiles-
she sighs
holding her fingers apart-
''try and grasp it''
he watches her.
Looking at him
she forgets the hand-
he picks it up
and, again smiling,
he repeats-
the votive offering-
To Mandy 02:31
21 may 2013
words and foto T ca...
he offers it to her-
she holds out
her hand-
''keep your fingers together''
he smiles-
she sighs
holding her fingers apart-
''try and grasp it''
he watches her.
Looking at him
she forgets the hand-
he picks it up
and, again smiling,
he repeats-
the votive offering-
To Mandy 02:31
21 may 2013
words and foto T ca...
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Tuesday 21st May 2013 2:36 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
00:01 |Funeral
I don't intend to die, for I have much to finish first.
But if you plan my funeral, if worst should come to worst,
I want some decent hymns, some "Love Divine"s, and "Guide me, O"s.
Say masses for my soul (for I shall need them, heaven knows),
And ring a muffled quarter-peal, and preach a sermon next
(“Behold, that dreamer cometh” should be given as th...
But if you plan my funeral, if worst should come to worst,
I want some decent hymns, some "Love Divine"s, and "Guide me, O"s.
Say masses for my soul (for I shall need them, heaven knows),
And ring a muffled quarter-peal, and preach a sermon next
(“Behold, that dreamer cometh” should be given as th...
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Tuesday 21st May 2013 1:27 am
Also by Thomas Thurman:
in my head, scribbled down |The earth and her lover
by tina
Shhh……
The silence of the snow as it,
Carries the winter across the land,
It is unnerving,
Each flake, a spirit waiting to be reborn,
Its new, its concealing, its inviting,
A white mask ascends onto the face of mother earth,
It covers her history of wrinkles,
Her centuries of faults and all her impurities,
She becomes new once again,
Clean…. Fresh…. Unto...
The silence of the snow as it,
Carries the winter across the land,
It is unnerving,
Each flake, a spirit waiting to be reborn,
Its new, its concealing, its inviting,
A white mask ascends onto the face of mother earth,
It covers her history of wrinkles,
Her centuries of faults and all her impurities,
She becomes new once again,
Clean…. Fresh…. Unto...
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Tuesday 21st May 2013 1:03 am
Also by tina:
My first love | Forget me not |My Neighbour
by june slater
THE SUN FELL FROM THE SKY
THE MOON DID NOT SHINE
THE STARS LOST THEIR TWINKLE
AND THE WIND TOOK YOU AWAY
IT BLEW YOU INTO TINY PIECES
AND IT SETTLED YOU ONTO A CLOUD
AND NOW WHEN RAIN DROPS FALL
IT WILL WASH YOU BACK TO EARTH
IF WE HOLD OUT OUR HANDS
TO COLLECT THE RAINDROPS
AND PUT THEM TO OUR LIPS
LIKE A KISS OF FRIENDSHIP AND HOPE
WE MAY CONNECT
BECAUSE YOU HAVE GONE
REST IN PEA...
THE MOON DID NOT SHINE
THE STARS LOST THEIR TWINKLE
AND THE WIND TOOK YOU AWAY
IT BLEW YOU INTO TINY PIECES
AND IT SETTLED YOU ONTO A CLOUD
AND NOW WHEN RAIN DROPS FALL
IT WILL WASH YOU BACK TO EARTH
IF WE HOLD OUT OUR HANDS
TO COLLECT THE RAINDROPS
AND PUT THEM TO OUR LIPS
LIKE A KISS OF FRIENDSHIP AND HOPE
WE MAY CONNECT
BECAUSE YOU HAVE GONE
REST IN PEA...
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Monday 20th May 2013 8:08 pm
In The Belly Of The Whale
by Ian Whiteley
In The Belly Of The Whale.
In a silent chamber
a disc of shining gold
has crossed the void
for thirty five years or more,
a blink in its ultimate journey
to exit the solar system
and span the galaxy.
This Voyager –
spinning, spiralling, swooping
in a cold, dark, vacuum.
Waiting to sing
for unknown creatures
at the other side of the sky,
whilst the pale blue dot
of planet e...
In a silent chamber
a disc of shining gold
has crossed the void
for thirty five years or more,
a blink in its ultimate journey
to exit the solar system
and span the galaxy.
This Voyager –
spinning, spiralling, swooping
in a cold, dark, vacuum.
Waiting to sing
for unknown creatures
at the other side of the sky,
whilst the pale blue dot
of planet e...
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Monday 20th May 2013 7:46 pm
Tags: 52 Hertz
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Noticed | Deadly Nightshade | That Which Autumn Leaves | Eyrie Avenue | Shy Ann | Lair Of The Snow Spider | The Cause Celebre | Azrael | Marks In The Sand |On The Insight Through Poesy's Weed
by Nithinpurple
Hence was late upstart,yet states and stars with inspiring arts would find,
When much is tripping unto history's past, let i, gaze to charge and bound.
Weld my fanciful world in heaven's muse: new tunes, does brim in pleasure,
Sought Desires in Delphic tunes,an antique taste,my quest's could treasure.
Phoebes,by whom admired me curious thoughts,so brawn,this Titan's name,
Ou...
When much is tripping unto history's past, let i, gaze to charge and bound.
Weld my fanciful world in heaven's muse: new tunes, does brim in pleasure,
Sought Desires in Delphic tunes,an antique taste,my quest's could treasure.
Phoebes,by whom admired me curious thoughts,so brawn,this Titan's name,
Ou...
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Monday 20th May 2013 6:54 pm
whalesong
by Rachel Bond
I walked 52 countries wide
my feet weary and bruised.
i let the tide wash over them,
52 lovers all die, a muse.
With the crashing of a wave,
their indifference
to the sounds i make,
to the waves of frequency running
through my brain.
8 hertz and 8 hurts,
A stranger
in every town,
speaking the tongues
of the Pentecost.
i sit on the beach
at the tip of circumference
of this...
my feet weary and bruised.
i let the tide wash over them,
52 lovers all die, a muse.
With the crashing of a wave,
their indifference
to the sounds i make,
to the waves of frequency running
through my brain.
8 hertz and 8 hurts,
A stranger
in every town,
speaking the tongues
of the Pentecost.
i sit on the beach
at the tip of circumference
of this...
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Monday 20th May 2013 6:12 pm
Tags: 52 hertz
Also by Rachel Bond :
long lost | white noise (letters) | Hidden Song of the Godhead |As If Dancing To Basie
Warm beer,
rosary beads,
clutched for nothing
but comfort.
This knotted man is undone.
Nightly.
He two steps the boardwalk
as if dancing to Basie.
Memories thrumming his head,
a persistent moth.
That finally settles.
To a baseball card
on a back bicycle wheel.
The road melt day in 1962,
riding with Stephen Chambers,
to the lighthouse and beyond.
Jesus Christ
he was...
rosary beads,
clutched for nothing
but comfort.
This knotted man is undone.
Nightly.
He two steps the boardwalk
as if dancing to Basie.
Memories thrumming his head,
a persistent moth.
That finally settles.
To a baseball card
on a back bicycle wheel.
The road melt day in 1962,
riding with Stephen Chambers,
to the lighthouse and beyond.
Jesus Christ
he was...
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Monday 20th May 2013 4:38 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:
Death at the Riverside | Baltimore |The Poem Fails
The poem fails
It cannot render traction
Or the queer zero,
Rehearse location
Or mine gravity.
Panic & lapse
Immune to weak forces
Arise on threads of absence
In mechanical waves,
Muted by observation
& uncertain rules
In the chamber of bias.
An adumbration transpires.
Wanton longing. Dimension
Flattened & tamped....
It cannot render traction
Or the queer zero,
Rehearse location
Or mine gravity.
Panic & lapse
Immune to weak forces
Arise on threads of absence
In mechanical waves,
Muted by observation
& uncertain rules
In the chamber of bias.
An adumbration transpires.
Wanton longing. Dimension
Flattened & tamped....
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Monday 20th May 2013 3:51 pm
Tags: Physics,Poetry,Science
Also by Jonnie Falafel:
Peter Goes West | For A Second I Forgot | Clock Watchers In The Woods | Save Ulster From Sodomy |Lost Letter, Found
by Thom
Did you heal that humbling heartbreak
that rang like a bell through you?
Did you conquer the stifling loss
bitterly coating all your notebooks?
Did you ever find a stranger at your door
clutching wine and headphones?
Did they listen with hungry ears
to all the truths you had to share?
Did they grab your wrists with passion
dance you into the ex...
that rang like a bell through you?
Did you conquer the stifling loss
bitterly coating all your notebooks?
Did you ever find a stranger at your door
clutching wine and headphones?
Did they listen with hungry ears
to all the truths you had to share?
Did they grab your wrists with passion
dance you into the ex...
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Monday 20th May 2013 11:15 am
Also by Thom:
Fascinator Moon | All The Forgotten Novels |IDEAS
by Pete Slater
IDEAS.
When I was young
In years
I thought
Only my ideas
Mattered.
Now I am older
In years,
I realise that
All ideas
Matter.
When I am
Very old
In years,
I only hope
That I still have
Ideas.
If I do,
I promise
I will share mine,
And
Listen to yours.
This way
We will move mountains
Together.
God bless
Vodka
And fresh orange.
© By: - Pete Slater. 2013....
When I was young
In years
I thought
Only my ideas
Mattered.
Now I am older
In years,
I realise that
All ideas
Matter.
When I am
Very old
In years,
I only hope
That I still have
Ideas.
If I do,
I promise
I will share mine,
And
Listen to yours.
This way
We will move mountains
Together.
God bless
Vodka
And fresh orange.
© By: - Pete Slater. 2013....
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Monday 20th May 2013 10:09 am
Also by Pete Slater:
CATCH THE RAIN | OLD SCHOOL | COMMON OR WHAT? |Always a Predator, Never the Prey
by Tim 'Preech' Humphreys-Jones
The swallow kept my eye,
for a sixth of an hour,
before observing a cat
with almighty presence and power.
This feline affected me also,
making me an eternal predator.
Showered in blood, that of its victim’s,
Proud, purring, devouring torso.
It was proud of this blood,
as far as I understood anyway.
Like war paint.
A declaration.
I enjoy the kill.
This...
for a sixth of an hour,
before observing a cat
with almighty presence and power.
This feline affected me also,
making me an eternal predator.
Showered in blood, that of its victim’s,
Proud, purring, devouring torso.
It was proud of this blood,
as far as I understood anyway.
Like war paint.
A declaration.
I enjoy the kill.
This...
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Monday 20th May 2013 9:40 am
Tags: crime,poetry,poetry and prose,prose
Also by Tim 'Preech' Humphreys-Jones:
The Pavement | Talking with Yesterday | Happy to Share | I Stay Low |Macca attack
by Solar
(First verse is the chorus)
Oh hole in my tyre!
and the takeaway is closing early and me?
I feel dire,dont want a thick ear
'cos of a hole in my tyre
(chorus)
Fast in car did I travel
touched a hundred and three
to make it in time to get a curry for tea
but alas in the roadway I hit a metal piece of fallen church spire
I can just hear my bloke now screaming higher and higher...
Oh hole in my tyre!
and the takeaway is closing early and me?
I feel dire,dont want a thick ear
'cos of a hole in my tyre
(chorus)
Fast in car did I travel
touched a hundred and three
to make it in time to get a curry for tea
but alas in the roadway I hit a metal piece of fallen church spire
I can just hear my bloke now screaming higher and higher...
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Monday 20th May 2013 8:59 am
Also by Solar:
loss of two coins | lump in the throat | Pusillanimity | ex-amore | questioning the bigwigs and bow wow | shades of Adolf | enough to make my fists clench! | Thinking back | Loss of lootings |Angelina
Gary
never known for his subtlety
three pints in at The Anchor
half an eye still on the game
orders another lager
swigs
stands tall at the bar
and tells us all
this changes nothing
he wouldn’t kick her out of bed
hilarity
he’s no oil painting himself
never has been never will
shouts of he should be so lucky
in another life in his dreams
burst
of the old anglo...
never known for his subtlety
three pints in at The Anchor
half an eye still on the game
orders another lager
swigs
stands tall at the bar
and tells us all
this changes nothing
he wouldn’t kick her out of bed
hilarity
he’s no oil painting himself
never has been never will
shouts of he should be so lucky
in another life in his dreams
burst
of the old anglo...
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Sunday 19th May 2013 7:22 pm
Tags: angelina jolie
Also by steve pottinger:
Give him a grid reference, for the love of god. |The Word Gremlin
You're in the middle of the piece
You're really on a roll
You've mastered every syllable
And built it to a whole
Every intonation,
Every stress is well rehearsed
You know it inside out and back-to-front
Each chorus and each verse
You even know it side-ways
You've swum through every part
Can add to it your character
Your voice, your mind, your heart...
You're really on a roll
You've mastered every syllable
And built it to a whole
Every intonation,
Every stress is well rehearsed
You know it inside out and back-to-front
Each chorus and each verse
You even know it side-ways
You've swum through every part
Can add to it your character
Your voice, your mind, your heart...
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Sunday 19th May 2013 7:20 pm
Also by David Lindsay:
I Wish I'd Had Candy Floss |Name
by cbyrne
I told you what your friend's Gaelic name meant in English
You never knew
I never would have known it
If I'd never met you
You never knew
I never would have known it
If I'd never met you
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Sunday 19th May 2013 6:54 pm
Also by cbyrne:
expat - hyena version | expat |Garrulus Glandarius
by STEVE RUDD
Mister Popinjay, up on his branch
Considers all the angles
Before committing;
Head on one side,
Matching the slant of light through branches
Jaunty but wary
Like a young lad, out upon the town,
Entering an unfamiliar bar.
Mister Popinjay
Brought me the summer
- a gift for which I’m grateful -
By decking his house with green
And wearing gaudy feathers.
Fluttering down from some...
Considers all the angles
Before committing;
Head on one side,
Matching the slant of light through branches
Jaunty but wary
Like a young lad, out upon the town,
Entering an unfamiliar bar.
Mister Popinjay
Brought me the summer
- a gift for which I’m grateful -
By decking his house with green
And wearing gaudy feathers.
Fluttering down from some...
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Sunday 19th May 2013 6:34 pm
COMMONALITY
by Ian Gant
Commonality
I had this conversation with the mother of my spouse,
And viewed the garden that she tends to gentrify the house,
We came to the conclusion that we never would agree,
About the brave and various forms that nature gives for free.
There’s glory in the chaos of the wild and wanton things,
The greenfinch in the hedgerow the buzzing wasp that stings,
The burdock and th...
I had this conversation with the mother of my spouse,
And viewed the garden that she tends to gentrify the house,
We came to the conclusion that we never would agree,
About the brave and various forms that nature gives for free.
There’s glory in the chaos of the wild and wanton things,
The greenfinch in the hedgerow the buzzing wasp that stings,
The burdock and th...
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Sunday 19th May 2013 6:22 pm
Also by Ian Gant:
RAUCOUS |Old Age
Pepped up with pills and various potions
Zimmer frame ready to help forward motion
Wired for sound and to aid dicky ticker
Capsules to slow it - or make it go quicker
Now where's my bifocals to help me to see
- and all this just so I can go for a wee....
Zimmer frame ready to help forward motion
Wired for sound and to aid dicky ticker
Capsules to slow it - or make it go quicker
Now where's my bifocals to help me to see
- and all this just so I can go for a wee....
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Saturday 18th May 2013 11:36 pm
Tags: age,humour
The Oak Tree III
by Katypoetess
Sanctuary turned cemetery
On late November afternoon
Your kindred spirit rises as I pace forwards
I giggle as you grumble
About mud on your boots
No tea to takeaway from the café today
I avert all others eyes
Was it through here,
Or a little further perhaps?
The birds scatter in welcome as I arrive
Without our blanket to break my fall
An abundance of acorns and twigs suffic...
On late November afternoon
Your kindred spirit rises as I pace forwards
I giggle as you grumble
About mud on your boots
No tea to takeaway from the café today
I avert all others eyes
Was it through here,
Or a little further perhaps?
The birds scatter in welcome as I arrive
Without our blanket to break my fall
An abundance of acorns and twigs suffic...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 9:47 pm
Tags: love poetry,love poem
Also by Katypoetess:
Morning Shower | Voices |The Sky Dance
by David Cooke
He has skipped off again.
Barefoot and breathless,
he’s back in the land
of traipse and plod,
where no one knows
his secrets and no one’s
taught him steps;
for his kind of dancing
needs to breathe
like a natural thing.
His back flips and pirouettes,
his glides and appels
set the wires humming –
a faint acoustic
beneath the range
of whispered conversations...
Barefoot and breathless,
he’s back in the land
of traipse and plod,
where no one knows
his secrets and no one’s
taught him steps;
for his kind of dancing
needs to breathe
like a natural thing.
His back flips and pirouettes,
his glides and appels
set the wires humming –
a faint acoustic
beneath the range
of whispered conversations...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 8:32 pm
Also by David Cooke:
Territory |The Lonely Whale
by Isobel
He knew
that astronomers were wrong -
there was no universal truth
just flat earth
stretching end to end
the ALL
and the NOTHING
and the ocean in between,
reflected on its surface
one incidental star,
the weary push and pull
of lunar flow,
and so,
he sowed his knowledge
to the seven silver seas,
thrashed against perimeter
looking for the fall,
while the world
just kept on turning...
that astronomers were wrong -
there was no universal truth
just flat earth
stretching end to end
the ALL
and the NOTHING
and the ocean in between,
reflected on its surface
one incidental star,
the weary push and pull
of lunar flow,
and so,
he sowed his knowledge
to the seven silver seas,
thrashed against perimeter
looking for the fall,
while the world
just kept on turning...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 6:43 pm
Also by Isobel:
52 Hertz |Parking
PARKING
As the bus I was travelling on slowed down on the A6, I noticed a sign outside an antique dealers shop which read “Antique Customer Parking” with an arrow pointing to the back of the shop. It just begged to be developed into a poem, and this is it, for your delectation! - - -
That sign read “Antique Customer Parking”
With an arrow to say
Park your cars...
As the bus I was travelling on slowed down on the A6, I noticed a sign outside an antique dealers shop which read “Antique Customer Parking” with an arrow pointing to the back of the shop. It just begged to be developed into a poem, and this is it, for your delectation! - - -
That sign read “Antique Customer Parking”
With an arrow to say
Park your cars...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 4:41 pm
Good Morning, Good Morning
by Paul Sands
this house is awakening
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors
I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freig...
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors
I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freig...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 3:18 pm
Tags: cat,house,breakfast,morning,lorry
Also by Paul Sands:
Quietly, I |This new age of miracles.
There's never been a more inopporune time to die, with 'immortality'
just around the corner. My life's plan is to live for as long as I can,
till I'm a very old man in 2050, when I'll be 103; any more time
beyond this will be a bonus.
I want to see if this world is really heading to Hell on a hand-cart,
and if it will go up in flames with me on my funeral pyre; or i...
just around the corner. My life's plan is to live for as long as I can,
till I'm a very old man in 2050, when I'll be 103; any more time
beyond this will be a bonus.
I want to see if this world is really heading to Hell on a hand-cart,
and if it will go up in flames with me on my funeral pyre; or i...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 1:57 pm
Tags: ethical dilemmas,immortality.,ebooks,rainforests,funeral pyres
in the dark for ages.
by spaceghost
the hardest thing for me about accepting god is ,
that will mean i have to acknowledge the devil as something very real.
that will mean i have to acknowledge the devil as something very real.
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Saturday 18th May 2013 12:59 pm
Also by spaceghost:
The First Teacher's Of Earth | When Unknown | I Listened To Kool Keith And Nah Mate Did'nt Care That She Dumped Me | THIS IS NOT HOMEWORK | Tnem Rot Lanoi To me Fo Nia to me | Manceastre | Candles and Dead Birds | every night anyway i live in Pembrokeshire |Rooted
by mike watts
Most days
I trawl through junk
For cheap treasure
And
On my glass table
There is a cream retro phone
Whose ringtone brings back
Instant mash
Homework
And the smell of oil
On my father
Thirty years ago
I stormed out of school
To take the world
But
I’m still here
Smothered in Hull
Stuck in neutral
Snatching at time as it
Rockets past me
Nearer to fifty
I don&rs...
I trawl through junk
For cheap treasure
And
On my glass table
There is a cream retro phone
Whose ringtone brings back
Instant mash
Homework
And the smell of oil
On my father
Thirty years ago
I stormed out of school
To take the world
But
I’m still here
Smothered in Hull
Stuck in neutral
Snatching at time as it
Rockets past me
Nearer to fifty
I don&rs...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 12:56 pm
Make Trade
by Cb
I’d like to make a trade
There are two lives that really could be traded
In time one for another, we must work fast
One useless black corpse that walks around
These Manchester streets still secreting black
Enema, void of meaning and empathy
Spreading his disease in a fury
Fat guest list slags
Fans sucking his cock for freebies
MADCHESTER
Grow up its over
And it wasn&rsq...
There are two lives that really could be traded
In time one for another, we must work fast
One useless black corpse that walks around
These Manchester streets still secreting black
Enema, void of meaning and empathy
Spreading his disease in a fury
Fat guest list slags
Fans sucking his cock for freebies
MADCHESTER
Grow up its over
And it wasn&rsq...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 9:28 am
Also by Cb:
The Horrors |Filey
by John Coopey
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Have you ever been to Filey, can you boast?
It’s a place that I return to more than most;
It’s charmingly well-hid,
South of Scarborough, north of Brid,
A secret haven on the Yorkshire coast.
Take the Scarborough road from York and head out East.
When you leave at Folkton traffic has decreased.
“Halfway there!” Dad quips quite dryly
When, in fact, that’s...
It’s a place that I return to more than most;
It’s charmingly well-hid,
South of Scarborough, north of Brid,
A secret haven on the Yorkshire coast.
Take the Scarborough road from York and head out East.
When you leave at Folkton traffic has decreased.
“Halfway there!” Dad quips quite dryly
When, in fact, that’s...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 12:15 am
Also by John Coopey:
Your First Hut Is The Cheapest | Dick |When Obama goes to bed
When Obama goes to bed,
Before he rests his weary head,
Does he say a prayer for those,
His unmanned drones left comatose?
Does he shed a single tear,
As Palestinians live in fear?
Does he hear their cries and still,
Think collateral damage, is a necessary ill?
Does he talk to God, on sleepless nights,
They discuss Islamic rebels by candlelight.
Which freedom fighters to...
Before he rests his weary head,
Does he say a prayer for those,
His unmanned drones left comatose?
Does he shed a single tear,
As Palestinians live in fear?
Does he hear their cries and still,
Think collateral damage, is a necessary ill?
Does he talk to God, on sleepless nights,
They discuss Islamic rebels by candlelight.
Which freedom fighters to...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 12:13 am
Tags: rhyme,politics,Obama,revolution!
today
by John Marks
this middle of May day
is sad tonight
beneath the silvery moon
around an empty limousine
black shadows,
silvery moon-dance-shadows,
today the rooks gathered
blackly round a coffin
on this beautiful May day
I see them
all around me
my soul craw-craw-craws for long ago
dream-times hidden in the deeps below
eden garden
where all the men that ever were
gather on the grassy slope
and...
is sad tonight
beneath the silvery moon
around an empty limousine
black shadows,
silvery moon-dance-shadows,
today the rooks gathered
blackly round a coffin
on this beautiful May day
I see them
all around me
my soul craw-craw-craws for long ago
dream-times hidden in the deeps below
eden garden
where all the men that ever were
gather on the grassy slope
and...
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Saturday 18th May 2013 12:09 am
Also by John Marks:
The ECONOMY of LOVE |Christ Love in lamp shape
Heart beats young
heart beats old,
with a love of Christ
Your heart beats bold.
Be ye rich, be ye poor, with
a love of Christ you'll have so
much more.
The rain falls
on just and unjust.
But remember Christ
rain settles the dust.
Don't float listlessly
on a sea of confusion,
for a life without Christ
is a life of delusion.
Don't be the sand...
heart beats old,
with a love of Christ
Your heart beats bold.
Be ye rich, be ye poor, with
a love of Christ you'll have so
much more.
The rain falls
on just and unjust.
But remember Christ
rain settles the dust.
Don't float listlessly
on a sea of confusion,
for a life without Christ
is a life of delusion.
Don't be the sand...
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Friday 17th May 2013 5:08 pm
Tags: shape,lamp,Christ
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Lanterne Poem |She Smiled
by Tom Chapman
She smiled and held her new-born to her breast,
The miracle of childbirth was with her;
And twice again this image would recur.
She smiled, as through the years, she had been blest.
She smiled to see the graciousness of God,
As with her spouse they'd made Him their life's guide.
His strength for them was proven and was tried;
They'd come through life...
The miracle of childbirth was with her;
And twice again this image would recur.
She smiled, as through the years, she had been blest.
She smiled to see the graciousness of God,
As with her spouse they'd made Him their life's guide.
His strength for them was proven and was tried;
They'd come through life...
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Friday 17th May 2013 1:10 pm
Also by Tom Chapman:
Cynic |DESTINY POETS
It is with unalloyed pleasure that I am able to announce that Wakefield Wireless Mysteries have not only invited the Rt.Hon.Mary Creagh,Member of Parliament for Wakefield,to be WWM's Official Patron ; but that the said Shadow Secretary of State for the Environment,Food & Rural Affairs has accepted WWM's invitation.Mary will headline the WWM Press launch on Thursday,23 May,10 a.m....
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Friday 17th May 2013 11:00 am
Tags: Wakefield,Wakefield Wireless Mysteries,Mary Creagh M.P.,Destiny Poets,Louis Kasatkin
Rustam and Sohrab
by mark littler
warrior kills warrior son
riderless horse on calm field
riderless horse on keen howler
I have no son I am no father
days of this hour
birth and thirteen astrologies
back to the candle lamp princess
her love for the spear and his rider
brass mare
inventor!
born , not concealed but made female and wanting
man to man he joined a foreign thousand
first under flag...
riderless horse on calm field
riderless horse on keen howler
I have no son I am no father
days of this hour
birth and thirteen astrologies
back to the candle lamp princess
her love for the spear and his rider
brass mare
inventor!
born , not concealed but made female and wanting
man to man he joined a foreign thousand
first under flag...
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Friday 17th May 2013 9:17 am
Also by mark littler:
telling of insects |Eden
by Ludo
Eden bloomed on rubble, twisted iron and exposed cobbles,
out of the primordial slum, green with pride.
That heretics would ever stop their cruel and wicked ways
Would away with their being, we must pray for our holy garden.
Their heresy distorts the truth, they follow a precious weight,
worth every ounce. This leaves poor Eden up the canal without a yacht,
this living plot, a handsome cos...
out of the primordial slum, green with pride.
That heretics would ever stop their cruel and wicked ways
Would away with their being, we must pray for our holy garden.
Their heresy distorts the truth, they follow a precious weight,
worth every ounce. This leaves poor Eden up the canal without a yacht,
this living plot, a handsome cos...
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Thursday 16th May 2013 10:05 pm
Tags: City Manchester Poetry Nostalgia Alientation
Tree
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When as a spotty youth I sat upon that splintered form,
Outside the teacher's office with Bowes-Coleman, Joist and Lee,
I pondered on the question which the master had just set,
Pertaining to the odds of my employability;
What was my plan of action for the route that I would take
Next year, as at the 'World Of Work' I'd aim my shooting star,
And had I finalised the sphere...
Outside the teacher's office with Bowes-Coleman, Joist and Lee,
I pondered on the question which the master had just set,
Pertaining to the odds of my employability;
What was my plan of action for the route that I would take
Next year, as at the 'World Of Work' I'd aim my shooting star,
And had I finalised the sphere...
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Thursday 16th May 2013 9:04 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:
Here's One I Made Earlier ... | Postcard From Beyond The Looking Glass | The Fall Of The King | The Thoughtful Little Cactus |Birthday Blues
We close our eyes gently and slowly
Wait for the narcotic niceties to be over
“Isn't it nice to just relax?” you say
“Hmmmm” I agree, letting my thoughts become dreamy
My birthday is over and it's time to release the stress
It has taken so long
Doubling up the pretence puts pressure on the present
Downstairs you carry out the Birthday autopsy
Askin...
Wait for the narcotic niceties to be over
“Isn't it nice to just relax?” you say
“Hmmmm” I agree, letting my thoughts become dreamy
My birthday is over and it's time to release the stress
It has taken so long
Doubling up the pretence puts pressure on the present
Downstairs you carry out the Birthday autopsy
Askin...
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Thursday 16th May 2013 6:20 pm
Tags: life,drugs,Birthdays
Also by Emma Roy- Williams:
Happy Fucking Birthday | Poignant Perch |DAMBUSTER
Today, May 16, marks the 70th anniversary of Operation Chastise - the famous "Dambusters"
raid on the great dams of industrial wartime Germany. I am re-posting this poem - dedicated
to Sqdn. Ldr. G.L. "Johnny" Johnson DFC, sergeant-bomb-aimer on AJ-T for Tommy - who
took his crew around the Sorpe dam ten times before being ready to drop their bomb on its
intended target....
raid on the great dams of industrial wartime Germany. I am re-posting this poem - dedicated
to Sqdn. Ldr. G.L. "Johnny" Johnson DFC, sergeant-bomb-aimer on AJ-T for Tommy - who
took his crew around the Sorpe dam ten times before being ready to drop their bomb on its
intended target....
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Thursday 16th May 2013 4:48 pm
Tags: Dambuster
Also by M.C. Newberry:
THE MAGICAL MEDICAL MERRY-GO-ROUND |Treading Waters
Her toes were dimpled , coltish imprints;
Angel fish swimming too close to the tide,
my belly aching where the tiny sand pools
formed; each ripple, a rehearsal.
I found her hair tangling around
my ankles; a translucent green -
the shoreline being so unforgiving;
quick to bury my womanhood
in moving waters.
I thought she should have dark...
Angel fish swimming too close to the tide,
my belly aching where the tiny sand pools
formed; each ripple, a rehearsal.
I found her hair tangling around
my ankles; a translucent green -
the shoreline being so unforgiving;
quick to bury my womanhood
in moving waters.
I thought she should have dark...
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Thursday 16th May 2013 12:31 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:
Eye | Threads |Bottling
He digs and drills so deep
that foundations may well crumble
Bottles himself away in lonely
lines of ribbed blue glass
upon some lop-sided shelf
The handwritten label, applied
and slid square with the rest of the world
The contents sealed in
wax from the neck down to do their time
Do not operate the machinery
Please comply with dosage
Please comply with
Please comply
Please...
that foundations may well crumble
Bottles himself away in lonely
lines of ribbed blue glass
upon some lop-sided shelf
The handwritten label, applied
and slid square with the rest of the world
The contents sealed in
wax from the neck down to do their time
Do not operate the machinery
Please comply with dosage
Please comply with
Please comply
Please...
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Wednesday 15th May 2013 10:23 pm
Tags: mental health
Under The Blue Veil
by Daniel Carr
Cotton picking Negroes, chained by wealth and greed
Worked by white mans orders, whipped until they bleed
A lower breed, they do protest, at Sunday morning mass
The preacher reads the bible and its miss spelt sequel
And tells the people that all of gods children are created equal
With contradiction thick as treacle and a counter fit free pass
Money feeds their hunger, opportunity all aroun...
Worked by white mans orders, whipped until they bleed
A lower breed, they do protest, at Sunday morning mass
The preacher reads the bible and its miss spelt sequel
And tells the people that all of gods children are created equal
With contradiction thick as treacle and a counter fit free pass
Money feeds their hunger, opportunity all aroun...
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Wednesday 15th May 2013 5:20 pm
Also by Daniel Carr:
Monkey Town Madness |Kiribati
by David Blake
Fade away my dear.
Fade away as you have squandered
the years that fell on deaf ears.
Old hands point to the skies
and at dusk trace circles
eternal reflections in the sea's mirror.
Separation, right from wrong
the line is blurred as sand and foam.
From high
these tears recede, at night
leaving driftwood, still
quiet.
From networks in foreign climes
in cities over borderlines;...
Fade away as you have squandered
the years that fell on deaf ears.
Old hands point to the skies
and at dusk trace circles
eternal reflections in the sea's mirror.
Separation, right from wrong
the line is blurred as sand and foam.
From high
these tears recede, at night
leaving driftwood, still
quiet.
From networks in foreign climes
in cities over borderlines;...
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Wednesday 15th May 2013 3:49 pm
Tags: 2013
Also by David Blake:
Toucan |Mourning for summer
The rain falls in vindictive little spikes
On this cold May afternoon. The month
Claws itself from the endless winter towards
A season lurking beyond the horizon
Consumed in the darkening Brume.
A figure stands on the corner, stooped
With collar stiff in vain protection.
The mirrored pavement reflecting a form
As withered as the look he flashes
At the leaden sky. And on the ridge tiles...
On this cold May afternoon. The month
Claws itself from the endless winter towards
A season lurking beyond the horizon
Consumed in the darkening Brume.
A figure stands on the corner, stooped
With collar stiff in vain protection.
The mirrored pavement reflecting a form
As withered as the look he flashes
At the leaden sky. And on the ridge tiles...
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Tuesday 14th May 2013 11:55 pm
Flaming Domination
From scriptwriter to
theatre, to opening nights,
ticket sales and critics.
The Green Man's
gone global.
That's art.
(written from prompts of 7 given words. The final 2 words had to be the title)
theatre, to opening nights,
ticket sales and critics.
The Green Man's
gone global.
That's art.
(written from prompts of 7 given words. The final 2 words had to be the title)
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Tuesday 14th May 2013 9:32 pm
Then the muse of good mood arrived ...
by Steve Regan
I wasn't in the mood for poetry last night - a bad day at work had made me all grumpy.
But a after large red wine with a pal in my local pub, Hell's Waiting Room, the muse of good spirits came and perched on my shoulder.
So, as it happened, I DID very much enjoy a most life-affirming BARDS poetry session in New Brighton last night....
But a after large red wine with a pal in my local pub, Hell's Waiting Room, the muse of good spirits came and perched on my shoulder.
So, as it happened, I DID very much enjoy a most life-affirming BARDS poetry session in New Brighton last night....
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Tuesday 14th May 2013 4:52 pm
Tags: mates,pubs,football,poetry
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