Life is Just a Wave
We watch the transient nature
Of energy in a wave or ripple
And the short life of smaller things,
We notice them change only because
They have a shorter life-cycle than us.
We observe the permanent nature
Of cold inanimate objects
And the long life of bigger things,
We do not notice them change because
They have a longer life-cycle than us.
But all energy fails and expends
As forces...
Of energy in a wave or ripple
And the short life of smaller things,
We notice them change only because
They have a shorter life-cycle than us.
We observe the permanent nature
Of cold inanimate objects
And the long life of bigger things,
We do not notice them change because
They have a longer life-cycle than us.
But all energy fails and expends
As forces...
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Saturday 31st December 2011 2:45 pm
waste...
I can taste you
I can feel you
writhing struggiling for breathe deep inside me
the past shall not over take thy present
the future is a desire a need as you grow day by day
A need, A Lust and A Fantasy
I can taste you
I can feel you
writhing and struggiling for the essence of life deep inside me
Your will shall not over power my desire for a better being
A state of ectasy
As I...
I can feel you
writhing struggiling for breathe deep inside me
the past shall not over take thy present
the future is a desire a need as you grow day by day
A need, A Lust and A Fantasy
I can taste you
I can feel you
writhing and struggiling for the essence of life deep inside me
Your will shall not over power my desire for a better being
A state of ectasy
As I...
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Saturday 31st December 2011 12:31 pm
The Samaritans charity's YouTube channel links to my Video poem 'So Sad WAS I'
Wow. I have only just seen that The Samaritans Charity official YouTube channel has favourited the video of my poem 'So Sad WAS I' which I wrote about calling the Samaritans helpline a few years ago. Please click on this link to hear and see it, on the Samaritans Charity Official YouTube channel.
The Samaritans helpline is here 24 / 7
Are you vulnerable? Feeling lo...
The Samaritans helpline is here 24 / 7
Are you vulnerable? Feeling lo...
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Saturday 31st December 2011 11:42 am
Tags: John Harrison,poet,poem,bsafe1stalways,poetry,helpline,the samaritans,charity,vulnerable,suicidle
Fire
by The Enthusiastic Word (Rhys David Eyles)
A dancing flame,
Inticing,
Aluring.
Floating embers in the wind,
Magical,
Mysterious.
A devouring blaze,
Furious,
Intense.
Fire,
Breathtaking,
Inspirational.
Inticing,
Aluring.
Floating embers in the wind,
Magical,
Mysterious.
A devouring blaze,
Furious,
Intense.
Fire,
Breathtaking,
Inspirational.
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Friday 30th December 2011 11:41 pm
METALLIC
METALLIC
Twisting rusting wire tightly wound round the base coiling it’s way from electrode to electrode dancing in blue electricity reflecting off the dull tarnished surface, metallic colours shine in the dimly lit light making pain burn through my body, torturing me with pleasure and pain in a collage of hell.
I’m a human mind hooked up for the electrical trip of a lifetime....
Twisting rusting wire tightly wound round the base coiling it’s way from electrode to electrode dancing in blue electricity reflecting off the dull tarnished surface, metallic colours shine in the dimly lit light making pain burn through my body, torturing me with pleasure and pain in a collage of hell.
I’m a human mind hooked up for the electrical trip of a lifetime....
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Friday 30th December 2011 11:24 pm
Tags: wierd,metal,shine
Also by nick armbrister:
RAGING EARTH | WAR GODDESS | MOONSISTER | SPANKING PADDLE SNAIL | BLUSH | ROOKERY | YES, YOU | HIS LATEST FLAME/FUGITIVE | KILL HIM OR YOU WILL DIE | OLD | DESTINY CALLS | links to my book sites and profiles online where you can buy my books and read my work | COTTAGE | ENGLISH LANDSCAPES | ANGST | GOD’S LAND | POTATO PEELER | CEILING ROSE | FOR KILLIN’ SAKE | TAKE A PILL |HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I’ll put on the table a New Year tree,
The smell of pine needles will fill my flat.
Champagne, chocolate…and I’ll start my spree,
With three candles I’ll chat.
These candles will be my spiritual world,
The lonely party is always free.
My heart will be twirled and purled,
Curse of troubles these candles will be.
With champagne I’ll fill the crystal glass...
The smell of pine needles will fill my flat.
Champagne, chocolate…and I’ll start my spree,
With three candles I’ll chat.
These candles will be my spiritual world,
The lonely party is always free.
My heart will be twirled and purled,
Curse of troubles these candles will be.
With champagne I’ll fill the crystal glass...
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Friday 30th December 2011 10:53 pm
Tags: new year
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
There..... | Answer My Question, Please! | A Man Says | In That Country He Was Born | Hurry up! Hurry up! Hurry up! | I Was Always Sure, Now I Am Not. | He is My Hero | Don't Cut Her Wings! | Don't Cut Her Wings! | I AM TIRED | Glamour, Glamour, Glamour.... |New Year’s Day on Brighton Pier
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That Hogmanay, that blissful distant winter
Along by Brighton Pier, we went to wander.
Resolutions made, we roamed on, rambling
Past the hulks of trundling traffic rumbling.
With no breath of heavy weather brewing,
Sea was millpond still, with no wind blowing;
Mild midwinter sun, echoing summer,
Sparkled on the swell, all silken shimmer.
Squawking seagulls dived down to the water
Filch...
Along by Brighton Pier, we went to wander.
Resolutions made, we roamed on, rambling
Past the hulks of trundling traffic rumbling.
With no breath of heavy weather brewing,
Sea was millpond still, with no wind blowing;
Mild midwinter sun, echoing summer,
Sparkled on the swell, all silken shimmer.
Squawking seagulls dived down to the water
Filch...
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Friday 30th December 2011 2:52 pm
Tags: new year
Also by C Richard Miles:
View from a steamed-up bus window |White Widow
I have been lost,
tempered by a wind as wide
as the colours of a solar eclipse,
and the cold winter downs
that grab my hairs
in exposure.
I am pure in sadness,
the look of me, weighed heavy
with the white shape
my face sheds,
unlovely - the mad
truth, kept by
those
who say I am.
Aloft, fragile,
a salmon sky designs
my place with romance;
the sweet hurt
catching the back o...
tempered by a wind as wide
as the colours of a solar eclipse,
and the cold winter downs
that grab my hairs
in exposure.
I am pure in sadness,
the look of me, weighed heavy
with the white shape
my face sheds,
unlovely - the mad
truth, kept by
those
who say I am.
Aloft, fragile,
a salmon sky designs
my place with romance;
the sweet hurt
catching the back o...
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Friday 30th December 2011 12:47 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:
Infant | Make Believe | Idea | The Witch's Brew | Daisies | Amorphous |Coastlines and laughter
by G Nichol
his sketches of the blue coastlines
was like a disaster film
done on a none indie budget
in miniature.
his sketches of the coastlines
contained a mood
like an acoustic
version of autumn
stripped back
so the leaves were only
half dead and the branches
half mangled.
his sketches, so pure and
blind it was obvious
he had nothing
but this attempt a...
was like a disaster film
done on a none indie budget
in miniature.
his sketches of the coastlines
contained a mood
like an acoustic
version of autumn
stripped back
so the leaves were only
half dead and the branches
half mangled.
his sketches, so pure and
blind it was obvious
he had nothing
but this attempt a...
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Friday 30th December 2011 11:09 am
Tags: coastlines
Bonding Over the Argos Catalogue
by Isobel
I’m stuck for what to buy for my 11 year old
So big sister prises herself off Facebook
to help spend my money
(an honourable cause, in her books)
and suddenly we’re flicking through the years
as she remembers the day Santa died
a friend’s house, a dinner table
how adult and child laughed as they stuck the knives in
how she’d wanted to cry, but joined in
ten years...
So big sister prises herself off Facebook
to help spend my money
(an honourable cause, in her books)
and suddenly we’re flicking through the years
as she remembers the day Santa died
a friend’s house, a dinner table
how adult and child laughed as they stuck the knives in
how she’d wanted to cry, but joined in
ten years...
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Friday 30th December 2011 10:00 am
Tags: innocence,guilt
Also by Isobel:
Nanoo Nanoo | Bloody Men | Alternative Reality |Euphoria
I felt a surge of adrenalin when I read what I read,
For no reason,
It is dulling now but the pulses stay.
I wanted to jump out of my skin.
I'm savouring the sweet hour of goodness for I'm sure it will be the shortest.
I appreciate the fantasy.
For no reason,
It is dulling now but the pulses stay.
I wanted to jump out of my skin.
I'm savouring the sweet hour of goodness for I'm sure it will be the shortest.
I appreciate the fantasy.
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Thursday 29th December 2011 11:48 pm
1962
by John Coopey
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(One of those defining moments in a lifetime when anyone old enough can recall what they were doing. We were all doing the same thing - shitting ourselves. Its 50 year anniversary in 2012.)
I’d never heard my mum or dad speak like that before;
“Shut up!” they shouted as we played upon the kitchen floor;
This photograph of memory will live for evermore.
An overbearing...
I’d never heard my mum or dad speak like that before;
“Shut up!” they shouted as we played upon the kitchen floor;
This photograph of memory will live for evermore.
An overbearing...
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Thursday 29th December 2011 10:52 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Le Pere Fouettard | In the Bleak Mid-Winter | Shopper's Revenge | Dear Sarah and Samantha | Haddlesey Bells (Gabriel's Story) | Akram and the Tank |The World and Mirror
I stood and stared-
a long time seeking
a welcome gaze
that returned my greeting.
The World stared back
then went its way,
perhaps for lunch,
perhaps to play.
My friend the Mirror-
a listener of sorts,
in silence watched
and kept its thoughts.
Words and foto T Carroll...
a long time seeking
a welcome gaze
that returned my greeting.
The World stared back
then went its way,
perhaps for lunch,
perhaps to play.
My friend the Mirror-
a listener of sorts,
in silence watched
and kept its thoughts.
Words and foto T Carroll...
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Thursday 29th December 2011 5:13 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Simple expositions | I love Bill Hicks (while being tickled) | Waking in the dark |American Diner
by Peter Asher
American Diner
Near constellations usurp a further nova across a firefly of avenues
That stretch beyond the appetite for rebellious isolation.
Where they congregate to be lonely together, with friends too near for comfort.
The nation forged on the flipside of a griddle holds another loneliness
Sitting at another table.
Between incandescence in the nearness of neon the tuned string of th...
Near constellations usurp a further nova across a firefly of avenues
That stretch beyond the appetite for rebellious isolation.
Where they congregate to be lonely together, with friends too near for comfort.
The nation forged on the flipside of a griddle holds another loneliness
Sitting at another table.
Between incandescence in the nearness of neon the tuned string of th...
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Thursday 29th December 2011 2:38 pm
Also by Peter Asher:
This country needs Clarkson |Bells
BELLS
through morning-blurred vision
I wake
to see my sister
dancing like a demented bird
round the bedroom
“He's been!”
“He's been!”
butterflies overwhelm my stomach
“I thought I heard bells!”
I say
sitting up
rubbing away persistent sleep
“I did too!”
she said
eyes widening in mock agreement
I follow her in the half-li...
through morning-blurred vision
I wake
to see my sister
dancing like a demented bird
round the bedroom
“He's been!”
“He's been!”
butterflies overwhelm my stomach
“I thought I heard bells!”
I say
sitting up
rubbing away persistent sleep
“I did too!”
she said
eyes widening in mock agreement
I follow her in the half-li...
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Thursday 29th December 2011 1:49 pm
Tags: christmas brass bells ornaments childhood
Living outside.....Life?
As time passed
I became used
to a REAL lasting peace
in this place of unbelievabilty
where it had always lived.
And I named this place
-NotAnyWhereonEarth-...
I became used
to a REAL lasting peace
in this place of unbelievabilty
where it had always lived.
And I named this place
-NotAnyWhereonEarth-...
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Thursday 29th December 2011 12:54 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:
Homesick | Oswald in my sleep | The next | Setbacks | Up and definitely over! | Padre xmas n all that | and death will become him | Prim'n'proper | Fixer | The day the drills fell silent | Having cried your clothes into boxes | Matter of size | Bad Boy! | According to professional opinion | Left dangling | Beyond mortal parallel | Home leaver |RESOLUTIONS
by Ian Gant
Resolutions
Not faint or fool to harsh regret,
No guilty feelings come to call,
The cards once dealt I seize and play,
And win or lose I love them all.
Contempt’s contentment stills the soul,
As bitter herbs the palate pall,
But better still to crush the doubt,
And blame the serpent for the fall.
This tapestry we call our lives,
Is threadbare long before it’s done,
The...
Not faint or fool to harsh regret,
No guilty feelings come to call,
The cards once dealt I seize and play,
And win or lose I love them all.
Contempt’s contentment stills the soul,
As bitter herbs the palate pall,
But better still to crush the doubt,
And blame the serpent for the fall.
This tapestry we call our lives,
Is threadbare long before it’s done,
The...
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Thursday 29th December 2011 9:31 am
Tags: NEW YEAR
Also by Ian Gant:
SPIDER | Patrick And The Devil | Twelfth Night | DECEMBER MUSINGS ( A Modern Christmas Carol ) | The Heart of Winter |north star
We rip the lights out of the window
without ceremony
cast into a cardboard box marked xmas
The marker pen cannot spell straight
cannot write with the same careful script
that foretold the coming of the season.
We throw old vegetables
in the pot
in this stew we ferment
the awkward mouthfuls
with trapped wind.
So, I wonder what happened to the North star?
that used to light the future...
without ceremony
cast into a cardboard box marked xmas
The marker pen cannot spell straight
cannot write with the same careful script
that foretold the coming of the season.
We throw old vegetables
in the pot
in this stew we ferment
the awkward mouthfuls
with trapped wind.
So, I wonder what happened to the North star?
that used to light the future...
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Thursday 29th December 2011 12:30 am
12 days after Christmas
by Andy N
On the first day after Christmas
my true love and I had a
terrible, terrible argument and
she threw a variety of pots and
pans at me, so I strangled the
Partridge and burnt down the
Pear tree that my true,
my true love gave to me.
Things didn’t get any better by
the end of the second day, when
she started throwing plates
at me like Boomerangs,
and so, in a vicious frenzy
I t...
my true love and I had a
terrible, terrible argument and
she threw a variety of pots and
pans at me, so I strangled the
Partridge and burnt down the
Pear tree that my true,
my true love gave to me.
Things didn’t get any better by
the end of the second day, when
she started throwing plates
at me like Boomerangs,
and so, in a vicious frenzy
I t...
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Wednesday 28th December 2011 7:32 pm
Tags: Christmas
Also by Andy N:
Christmas Acrostic | Poems published on poemhunter |BE GRATEFUL
This is repeated - now with the correct tag shown.
...........................................................................................
Be grateful for the dark days,
And when one comes in sight
Don't waste your time in wondering
When life will turn out right.
Be grateful for the dark days,
And when one comes along,
Forget about despairing
Over how it all went wrong.
Be gr...
...........................................................................................
Be grateful for the dark days,
And when one comes in sight
Don't waste your time in wondering
When life will turn out right.
Be grateful for the dark days,
And when one comes along,
Forget about despairing
Over how it all went wrong.
Be gr...
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Wednesday 28th December 2011 5:08 pm
Tags: WOLcomp
Also by M.C. Newberry:
CHRISTMAS TREE | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS | DAMBUSTER - dedicated to Sqdn Ldr G.L.Johnson DFC | I SAW HER WALK IN - Country Love | A CHRISTMAS DAY WALK IN DURLEY | BE GRATEFUL | WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND - a carol | I LOVE YOU TODAY | APART |One more chances
Endless relentless tormenting arguments,
Shut that slut mouth love,
Abusive corrosive explosive darling,
Music to my hairy ears.
Downed the stella quick flash,
Backhand backlash reflex,
Not right,
I forgive, daily....
Shut that slut mouth love,
Abusive corrosive explosive darling,
Music to my hairy ears.
Downed the stella quick flash,
Backhand backlash reflex,
Not right,
I forgive, daily....
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Wednesday 28th December 2011 4:50 pm
Tags: no more second chances,sadness,single,alone
Also by Joseph Kennedy:
2 | She is | Archenemy | Dry | Jesus was a carpenter | Hour snow | Cinderella | It's the most wonderful time of the year | Fade to grey |Complexity
by Dave Bradley
The circle won't be squared
The edge is not single
Punches are pulled
Layers multiply
Angles are multi-faceted
Facets are many-angled.
Wheels contain wheels
One boobytrapped thing leads to another.
Turns are twisted.
Twists are turned.
Plots thicken
Games are played.
There are ambushes as
memories materialise and pain persists.
Curve balls must be tracked
as they bombard the...
The edge is not single
Punches are pulled
Layers multiply
Angles are multi-faceted
Facets are many-angled.
Wheels contain wheels
One boobytrapped thing leads to another.
Turns are twisted.
Twists are turned.
Plots thicken
Games are played.
There are ambushes as
memories materialise and pain persists.
Curve balls must be tracked
as they bombard the...
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Wednesday 28th December 2011 3:10 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:
Hills in Winter | Father. Christmas | cause & effect | The Itch |Love, 2211
by Kealan Coady
An infant is born, delivered
Mechanically,
An instant later, injections.
Parents watch
See through perplex.
Vasopressin receptors
Stretched out
Implications of
Drastic oxytocin intake
From an early age
Genetically engineered
Lust addiction.
A purchase of hormones.
The guarantee of love
For those
Who can afford it....
Mechanically,
An instant later, injections.
Parents watch
See through perplex.
Vasopressin receptors
Stretched out
Implications of
Drastic oxytocin intake
From an early age
Genetically engineered
Lust addiction.
A purchase of hormones.
The guarantee of love
For those
Who can afford it....
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Wednesday 28th December 2011 1:00 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:
Barry Scott and The Voice Of Mr Muscle (a plot point poem) | Olfactory Evoked Recall | The Real Hell | She Wants To Be Famous With A Good Heart | Skull Profit | The Moon, 2211 |Prince Harry's Stag Do
by Jack Pascoe
My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen
and subjects of the room.
I'm here today to warn you
of impending certain doom.
I will go in to detail
so sit back if you please
as I reveal a royal event
that may bring much unease.
I heard a wicked whisper
that filled me full of dread,
I'm told that dear Prince Harry
well, he might be getting wed.
That isn't the biggest issue though...
and subjects of the room.
I'm here today to warn you
of impending certain doom.
I will go in to detail
so sit back if you please
as I reveal a royal event
that may bring much unease.
I heard a wicked whisper
that filled me full of dread,
I'm told that dear Prince Harry
well, he might be getting wed.
That isn't the biggest issue though...
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Tuesday 27th December 2011 10:22 pm
Also by Jack Pascoe:
There are bouncers in McDonalds now |Present Arms
by Noetic-fret!
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Present Arms
…………da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da,
You’re making like a train
With you and your friends,
Every first step slammed in
To take your mind off the pounding
In your chest, and the pain,
And it’s train tracks
All the way to barracks,
Where the Men sleep
Before another day of fatigues,
And the training matters,
Real...
…………da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da,
You’re making like a train
With you and your friends,
Every first step slammed in
To take your mind off the pounding
In your chest, and the pain,
And it’s train tracks
All the way to barracks,
Where the Men sleep
Before another day of fatigues,
And the training matters,
Real...
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Tuesday 27th December 2011 1:46 am
Tags: Homeless Veterans
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Every Grain of Sand | Never Shall We Forget | Delusion Fields feat. Noetic-fret! | Sing It In | Their Abhorrence of Love | A Simple Seasonal Wish | Found By A Malevolent Wind | On Being Judged | On Misunderstanding Each Soul |As 2012 Approaches
by Dave Dunn
As twenty twelve approaches,
all our futures are unsure,
but combined efforts can provide,
means to join us all the more,
in ways to solve our problems,
by supplying food, not arms,
putting aside those age old conflicts,
that have only ever caused us harm.
It will take but our willing hearts,
to make the change from ways of old,
that have never b...
all our futures are unsure,
but combined efforts can provide,
means to join us all the more,
in ways to solve our problems,
by supplying food, not arms,
putting aside those age old conflicts,
that have only ever caused us harm.
It will take but our willing hearts,
to make the change from ways of old,
that have never b...
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Monday 26th December 2011 10:18 pm
Tags: Future,Peace
Also by Dave Dunn:
True Love Will Still Win | Around All Our Tables | The Future Is So Near | Common Needs |SUMMAT AND NOWT
Gazing round while out and about
I’m always thinking of summat and nowt,
Of life on earth, how it began,
the universal master plan
Was it wonderman beyond the Moon,
had nothing to do one afternoon
bored in a "nothing to do" depression
Indulged in a whimsical creating session
result, an empire called the milky way
sun,...
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Monday 26th December 2011 12:38 pm
FOREVER ASLEEP
by Manda Lee
Under the ground
Soil muffles the sound
This is where the dead sleep.
So quiet and still
All is peace under this hill.
The granite pillow marking their bed.
They can’t hear the cries,
The reluctant goodbyes,
Of loved ones above the ground.
Their troubles are ended
Their struggles all gone
And the living?
The living live on....
Soil muffles the sound
This is where the dead sleep.
So quiet and still
All is peace under this hill.
The granite pillow marking their bed.
They can’t hear the cries,
The reluctant goodbyes,
Of loved ones above the ground.
Their troubles are ended
Their struggles all gone
And the living?
The living live on....
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Sunday 25th December 2011 10:18 pm
200 Miles
by Josh Coates
Long walks over grassy knolls
Stumble over mounds dug by moles
The right amount of milk in the tea
Taking apart the couch looking for your key
The subtle intimacies that we share
That shows each other how much we care
Me staring at you when you sleep
Hitting my arm to call me a creep
This is our first Christmas together
But there’s a slight niggle getting in our way
Not a chanc...
Stumble over mounds dug by moles
The right amount of milk in the tea
Taking apart the couch looking for your key
The subtle intimacies that we share
That shows each other how much we care
Me staring at you when you sleep
Hitting my arm to call me a creep
This is our first Christmas together
But there’s a slight niggle getting in our way
Not a chanc...
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Saturday 24th December 2011 3:04 pm
Tags: Christmas
Rare 1st Edition
by steve mellor
Offers invited - Perfect Christmas present
Auto-biography
Part fact,
Part fiction.
Every Love;
Loss;
Triumph;
Defeat;
Laugh;
Tear;
Tall tale;
Truth and untruth (white or otherwise)
in equal measure
Original perfect bound volume.
Well-thumbed leaves,
slightly life-stained,
from regular handling.
Reasonable condition,
but missing final page.
Spine may need a little attenti...
Auto-biography
Part fact,
Part fiction.
Every Love;
Loss;
Triumph;
Defeat;
Laugh;
Tear;
Tall tale;
Truth and untruth (white or otherwise)
in equal measure
Original perfect bound volume.
Well-thumbed leaves,
slightly life-stained,
from regular handling.
Reasonable condition,
but missing final page.
Spine may need a little attenti...
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Saturday 24th December 2011 8:37 am
Also by steve mellor:
Inevitable | 6:30 | White Rose |Happy Holidays
HAPPY HOLIDAYS
EVERYONE!
EVERYONE!
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Friday 23rd December 2011 9:06 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
He Didn't Care Too | He Didn't Care | Homeless |The Christmas Fox
Last one from me for this year, then. These are the lyrics to my Christmas song which has been released into the wild; it’s called The Christmas Fox and it’s available via iTunes http://bit.ly/s3K0Ro or Amazon http://amzn.to/sOZGbJ or other good mp3 retailers. Season’s Greetings to one and all.
The fox in the city saw the snow begin to fall
And he stopped to stare in wonde...
The fox in the city saw the snow begin to fall
And he stopped to stare in wonde...
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Friday 23rd December 2011 4:52 pm
Tags: Christmas
Also by Fifi Fanshawe:
The Nine Letters of Christmas | A favour, please... | ManagementSpeak |Winter, Blinded
Woke to the
cold
kiss of winter's ache and the
thud double dip and dance
of some kind of animal outside.
A fire burning somewhere.
To you, the blind lady,
winter was just a series
of sensations –
the scratch of a naked branch,
the rain (only colder).
The utter embrace of silence.
This was for a contest on deviantART in which contestants...
cold
kiss of winter's ache and the
thud double dip and dance
of some kind of animal outside.
A fire burning somewhere.
To you, the blind lady,
winter was just a series
of sensations –
the scratch of a naked branch,
the rain (only colder).
The utter embrace of silence.
This was for a contest on deviantART in which contestants...
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Friday 23rd December 2011 4:10 pm
Tags: poetry,christmas,snow,winter
FRONT ROOMS: AS ESSAY
This is where she keeps her objet d’art
glass cabinet at the back of her head
nowhere to display them
I’m a front room, Christmas, 50’s. 60’s
maybe into the 70’s and I ask
what was the front room for?
Standard
English clipped tones and a mother not
unlike my own through china eyes of an owl
bought as a Christmas present
cut glass sherry glass silver b...
glass cabinet at the back of her head
nowhere to display them
I’m a front room, Christmas, 50’s. 60’s
maybe into the 70’s and I ask
what was the front room for?
Standard
English clipped tones and a mother not
unlike my own through china eyes of an owl
bought as a Christmas present
cut glass sherry glass silver b...
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Friday 23rd December 2011 2:44 pm
Tags: Last poem of the year
Merry Xmas to All
by J F Keane
The feast of Yule returns again
With glad and merry times;
The bells are ringing out for you
Their joyous, cheery chimes.
With glad and merry times;
The bells are ringing out for you
Their joyous, cheery chimes.
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Friday 23rd December 2011 1:51 pm
Tags: xmas
Also by J F Keane:
December II - Stockport WoL Collage Poem | December - Stockport WoL Collage Poem | November II - Collage Poem Created by Stockport WoL | November - Collage Poem Created by Stockport WOL |Luimneach 23/12/11
by Bill Kelly
It is clear that when push comes to shove,
The solution to strife's not above:
It's right here on Earth,
With each precious child's birth;
That the only way forward's with
The solution to strife's not above:
It's right here on Earth,
With each precious child's birth;
That the only way forward's with
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Friday 23rd December 2011 11:56 am
Tags: love,strife,Earth
Also by Bill Kelly:
Luimneach 22/12/11 | Luimneach to New Brighton |Three Poems
Have a look at these and the haiku would be great if you like to vote
http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=219771
http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=219772
http://tifholmesphotography.com/cphp/2011/12/december-2011-series-entry-13/
I am haiku #12 and it is my first attempt so let me know what you think...
http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=219771
http://www.voicesnet.org/displayonepoem.aspx?poemid=219772
http://tifholmesphotography.com/cphp/2011/12/december-2011-series-entry-13/
I am haiku #12 and it is my first attempt so let me know what you think...
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Friday 23rd December 2011 7:02 am
The Ballad of Private Manning
by AJ McKenna
The Ballad of Private Manning
Vaclav Havel died today:
you spoke of freedom far away,
but in a courtroom in your land,
the witnesses denied the stand
told the story, gave the lie
to that song you sing, the flag you fly.
You are not brave, and neither are you free,
and though you claim it, you do not love liberty.
While Private Manning sits in jail
your Founding Fathers'...
Vaclav Havel died today:
you spoke of freedom far away,
but in a courtroom in your land,
the witnesses denied the stand
told the story, gave the lie
to that song you sing, the flag you fly.
You are not brave, and neither are you free,
and though you claim it, you do not love liberty.
While Private Manning sits in jail
your Founding Fathers'...
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Thursday 22nd December 2011 10:23 pm
Roll-Up
This thin white skin is easily burnt
and my head is a shade of ginger.
Genteel society snubs Virginia,
can no more bear smoke and mirrors -
I make them cough, more or less.
But out here I’m top dog:
the draw that drags him hither
leaves him gasping for more;
my scent anathema
to her that final winter.
He’s changing colour
to a late afternoon in November.
The icy patches h...
and my head is a shade of ginger.
Genteel society snubs Virginia,
can no more bear smoke and mirrors -
I make them cough, more or less.
But out here I’m top dog:
the draw that drags him hither
leaves him gasping for more;
my scent anathema
to her that final winter.
He’s changing colour
to a late afternoon in November.
The icy patches h...
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Thursday 22nd December 2011 8:34 pm
Recipe
by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang)
Recipe
by J. Otis Powell!
Make time
Create space
Nurture memories
Be still
Breathe
Listen
Write it down
Read it back
Repeat
We’ve forgotten
The French Revolution
The American Revolution
The Haitian Revolution
The Civil War
The Civil Rights Movement
Black Nationalism and Black Arts
All revolutions a...
by J. Otis Powell!
Make time
Create space
Nurture memories
Be still
Breathe
Listen
Write it down
Read it back
Repeat
We’ve forgotten
The French Revolution
The American Revolution
The Haitian Revolution
The Civil War
The Civil Rights Movement
Black Nationalism and Black Arts
All revolutions a...
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Thursday 22nd December 2011 7:34 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang) :
Juke Joint Named JAZZVILLE | Ancient Young Souls | Fiancé | Octopus Ink | Left by Nikky Finney winner of The National Book Award | The Way The Ground Opens (revised) |Your Sax Is On Fire
I have a new book of satirical poetry published at the beginning of January.
A review of it is below.
http://www.comedycritic.co.uk/bookReview/bookSaxIsOnFire.php
It can be bought from all leading on-line booksellers. Let me know what you think if you purchase it.
Thanks,
George...
A review of it is below.
http://www.comedycritic.co.uk/bookReview/bookSaxIsOnFire.php
It can be bought from all leading on-line booksellers. Let me know what you think if you purchase it.
Thanks,
George...
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Thursday 22nd December 2011 2:05 pm
Masks
Hallowe’en masks
Fancy dress masks
Frankenstein masks
Ghostface Killer masks
Freddy Krueger masks
Tony Blair masks.
Domino masks for the secret ball
To hatch schemes and match-make
To flirt and fornicate.
Smooth white actors’ masks
In an impassive chorus to watch us.
An iron mask to silence a man
And kill him inside himself.
A Perspex mask in the radiation ward
An...
Fancy dress masks
Frankenstein masks
Ghostface Killer masks
Freddy Krueger masks
Tony Blair masks.
Domino masks for the secret ball
To hatch schemes and match-make
To flirt and fornicate.
Smooth white actors’ masks
In an impassive chorus to watch us.
An iron mask to silence a man
And kill him inside himself.
A Perspex mask in the radiation ward
An...
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Wednesday 21st December 2011 9:16 pm
Tough Love
by Neil West
He might be dirty and he might smell bad
He begs for your money and it makes you mad
But who is the better of the two?
I’m sorry, it ain’t you
There goes the grace of God
And you are found wanting
You’re selfish, greedy and manipulating
Even though you’re rich and full to bursting
You still despise a man with nothing
Would you sooner see him starve?
Give him you...
He begs for your money and it makes you mad
But who is the better of the two?
I’m sorry, it ain’t you
There goes the grace of God
And you are found wanting
You’re selfish, greedy and manipulating
Even though you’re rich and full to bursting
You still despise a man with nothing
Would you sooner see him starve?
Give him you...
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Wednesday 21st December 2011 7:48 pm
Also by Neil West:
I Couldn't Care Less |(Very) Random Act Of Xmas Woollenness
by Solar
Everyone round at ours, Xmas was beginning to take shape
The cap-
-on in the oven, roasting nicely
Smells pervading,
Wading
Knee high in presents waiting to be opened
By the nieces, nephews and the oldies
Even the dog
Had a frog-
-gy toy
He’d been a good boy
Walking proud, barking loud
All year long
And in for a treat, but sadly not meat
Just plastic, slightly less fantastic
F...
The cap-
-on in the oven, roasting nicely
Smells pervading,
Wading
Knee high in presents waiting to be opened
By the nieces, nephews and the oldies
Even the dog
Had a frog-
-gy toy
He’d been a good boy
Walking proud, barking loud
All year long
And in for a treat, but sadly not meat
Just plastic, slightly less fantastic
F...
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Wednesday 21st December 2011 3:35 am
Also by Solar:
The Hollow Martian Moon aka An Ancient Spaceship |Your Horse Ate My Pyjamas
by Lynn Dye
O come all ye faithless,
All your sodding family,
O come ye to my house
And view the debris.
Come see the broken glass
And the trampled down front door.
Your horse ate my pyjamas,
Your horse ate my pyjamas,
Your horse ate my pyjamas,
Thanks a lot!
O come bring your siblings,
Your sister is a menace,
She stole my identity
And your brother is worse.
He peed on my petunias
Every...
All your sodding family,
O come ye to my house
And view the debris.
Come see the broken glass
And the trampled down front door.
Your horse ate my pyjamas,
Your horse ate my pyjamas,
Your horse ate my pyjamas,
Thanks a lot!
O come bring your siblings,
Your sister is a menace,
She stole my identity
And your brother is worse.
He peed on my petunias
Every...
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Tuesday 20th December 2011 11:31 pm
Tags: WOL Comp
Also by Lynn Dye:
Restless | Seizing the Moment! | Waiting | Plea for November |I love my new frost free, fridge freezer.
When you've reached the lowest common denominator of zero over zero, you've hit the absolute nadir of ennui and lassitude; not even life support will be able to sustain you. The only thing that can bring you round is to invest in a nice new frost free, fridge freezer, like me.
I love my new frost free, fridge freezer, it truly is the best thing since sliced bread, (which I can keep in...
I love my new frost free, fridge freezer, it truly is the best thing since sliced bread, (which I can keep in...
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Tuesday 20th December 2011 3:21 pm
Tags: Thailand,mopping up,frost free fridge freezers,Tahiti.
Also by Philip Fletcher:
OCPD (Obsessive Compulsive Posting Disorder.) | What's so great about Ted Hughes? | The removal man. | The oldest turkey in the barn. | Penile Dementia. |An Ingres Back
by Ann Foxglove
Get Flash to see this player.
She has an Ingres back
She is a violin
And when she’s in his arms
She sweetly plays for him
She doesn’t know the words
He doesn’t know the tune
There’s a duet of sorts
In that sweet dark bedroom
His fingerwork is good
Her mouth is soft and warm
While she is in his arms
They will not come to harm
Her voice is like a lute
And yet he hardly hears
When she t...
She is a violin
And when she’s in his arms
She sweetly plays for him
She doesn’t know the words
He doesn’t know the tune
There’s a duet of sorts
In that sweet dark bedroom
His fingerwork is good
Her mouth is soft and warm
While she is in his arms
They will not come to harm
Her voice is like a lute
And yet he hardly hears
When she t...
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Tuesday 20th December 2011 8:16 am
Tags: love,backs,music
Also by Ann Foxglove:
in sleep | in arms not meant |Talk about lucky.
by mike watts
Just bought a scratch card
And won 200 pound,
From a quid that I’d found
Outside the gaff of a woman
I’d met in a bar -
She owned an Off-licence,
She drove a 40 grand car.
She took me to this restaurant:
Greek, I think
Order what you want, she said
Then it’s back to mine for a drink,
If you fancy it?
‘FANCY IT!’ Does a bear shit
In the woods?...
And won 200 pound,
From a quid that I’d found
Outside the gaff of a woman
I’d met in a bar -
She owned an Off-licence,
She drove a 40 grand car.
She took me to this restaurant:
Greek, I think
Order what you want, she said
Then it’s back to mine for a drink,
If you fancy it?
‘FANCY IT!’ Does a bear shit
In the woods?...
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Monday 19th December 2011 4:04 pm
Also by mike watts:
And i think to myself. | Limp |Ain’t Never Been So Precious
by Gemma Lees
Ain’t Never Been So Precious
I ain’t never been so precious
With owt I’ve pissed on before
As I laid it down dead gentle
On the bathroom floor
Cushioned with Cushelle
I waited perched on the loo
Already knew the protocol
Knew exactly what to do
With one line
I’d sigh ‘not this time’
And try, try again
I eventually decided this one were fucked
Were...
I ain’t never been so precious
With owt I’ve pissed on before
As I laid it down dead gentle
On the bathroom floor
Cushioned with Cushelle
I waited perched on the loo
Already knew the protocol
Knew exactly what to do
With one line
I’d sigh ‘not this time’
And try, try again
I eventually decided this one were fucked
Were...
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Monday 19th December 2011 1:26 am
WOL Competition
by Valerie Cook
ONE HAPPINESS SCATTERS A THOUSAND SORROWS
Happiness is a true measure of life.
It is contagious and speaks volumes
Banishes dark imaginings,
Brightens skies and lifts the soul.
Life revolves around seconds of experience.
Be in control
Fill your eyes with wonder and surprise.
Listen only to the sounds that
Make fear and disappointment disappe...
Happiness is a true measure of life.
It is contagious and speaks volumes
Banishes dark imaginings,
Brightens skies and lifts the soul.
Life revolves around seconds of experience.
Be in control
Fill your eyes with wonder and surprise.
Listen only to the sounds that
Make fear and disappointment disappe...
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Sunday 18th December 2011 10:18 pm
Tags: WOL Competition on optimism,happiness.
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