grey night shrinking without sunset settles
in like a moth on paper - as rainclouds
swaying full gutted and black scut tittle
the moon in malicious jest - for night
knows best - knows the hidden corners
of our shadow - collects our shrouded
self in sleep and pours in those things
often misforgotten - often slight -
but grey as this shrinking into night
when we look again through the win...
Monday 4th May 2015 1:52 am
Also by jeremy young:on the royal birth | may | the dying wish of the shaman | twitter poems |
(A timely re-post - with extra stanza - ....Add a stanza..anyone?).
I`m a floating voter
Can`t make up my mind
Who I`m going to vote for
I`m just the wavering kind,
Tory, liberal and labour
Are worried where my one vote goes,
But I`ll remain a floating voter
One of the great don`t knows.
When I`m feeling upper - classy
To the Conservatives I drift,
But when my mood is red and sass...
Sunday 3rd May 2015 10:11 pm
Flour, a dense weight,
in the hand weightless,
should water be dry
it could be flour
© Graham Sherwood 05/2015
Sunday 3rd May 2015 9:52 pm
Image: Receiving my copy of the RVIiPF anthology ,
Boundless on opening night from founder Daniel Garcia Ordaz
23.04.2015 – 110) Sun poets last night,
As usual a great delight
Perfect end to the day,
Listenin’ to what other poets had to say
An’ the guy who said it was his first time
In front of the mic doin’ his rhyme
He made a start reciting from the heart
He was g...
Sunday 3rd May 2015 9:50 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:Trev does Texas again 2015: Austin to San Antonio | Trev does Texas again 2015: Austin 2 | Trev does Texas again 2015: Lamesa to Austin | Trev does Texas again 2015: Lamesa | Trev does Texas again 2015: Austin to Lamesa | Trev does Texas again 2015: Austin |
The one with the man that looks like you
The one I fell asleep watching
The birthday present one
The one your mother gave us
The one I watched when I was ill
The one from that afternoon
The exercise one I couldn’t do
The one no-one liked but you
The dubbed one
To name just a few
I boxed, and got rid of
just like you
Sunday 3rd May 2015 9:26 pm
Also by Michelle:My Love |
What do you see when you look at me,
a girl with paper dreams that
break free, like dandelion wishes
into the vast space between earth and sky.
Do you see the girl who cries,
about love and loss
and loves lost behind
a veil of disillusion,
a wall of secrets and confusion.
Messed up, guesswork,
do you undress me
with your pleading eyes,
not for gratification
but validation that
Sunday 3rd May 2015 5:47 pm
I stood in the shadow of that historic Tower
Before a rain-drenched sea of red
The glistening ceramic poppies like a shower
Washing clean wrongs and lives long since dead.
From out of the gloom marched a Warder
(With a young guardsman bugler in tow)
Who soon called the living to order
And read out the names we would know.
We were witnesses to the sort of weather...
Sunday 3rd May 2015 4:08 pm
The greatest Russian star of ballet,
About herself she used to say:
I didn’t betray my friends,
I didn’t offend neither men nor animals.
Dealing with the professionals
I worked hard to improve my skills,
Always paid my debts and bills,
Thanks to my nature
And life full of adventure
I endured all and didn’t break
For someone’s crazy sake.
I have never given up
Sunday 3rd May 2015 4:07 pm
I was sitting uncomfortably in a sexual health clinic
Having had my urethra probed
When I picked up a magazine and began
Flicking through it
There was this two-page spread about a guy who’d
Spent almost an entire life
Dipping in and out of jails and institutions
One day after driving into town to score some dope
This guy decided to pick up a Tom
Take her by the...
Sunday 3rd May 2015 11:34 am
We walk together in the shadow of her pain,
me going slowly, she as fast as she can
and where we exist
is a place of rest where we learn
to respect that special test.
Saturday 2nd May 2015 7:48 pm
When summer meant
music blaring from
T.Rex at Belle Vue
shoes bought from Dolcis
Mary Quant nail-polish
shopping at Biba
working on Saturday
lunch times sunbathing
(Norris Bank Park)
Anne's house other times
bus queues and heatwaves
no threat of rain.
Charts filled with Elvis
always the best of them
Mungo Jerry, Rod Ste...
Saturday 2nd May 2015 6:01 pm
[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 war-torn bus
standing passengers were gently rocked
We drove along an unfinished road.
unfinished roads, were you
that each rock and pothole
were placed carefully in order
Saturday 2nd May 2015 1:25 pm
Saturday 2nd May 2015 1:20 pm
That I should be jealous
will be where I have always
wanted to be
tonight and every night
lying next to you.
Saturday 2nd May 2015 12:15 pm
Saturday 2nd May 2015 10:55 am
Anarchy runs through my bones, A sanctuary, a mind set in stone, No worth in a life without purpose, Enough people around me trying to surplus, Without reason or must. Society isn't run from home, We're fed a diet of lies and bad omens, A curfew on our personal time, Cursing those who brave past the line, Fucking with your mind. Sobriety is harshly overrated, When the priority is to...
Saturday 2nd May 2015 6:16 am
Tags: america,britain,deep,drugs,heart,high,humanity,lesson,life,modern day,people,politics,society,state of Western society
Saturday 2nd May 2015 4:30 am
Friday 1st May 2015 9:40 pm
Roses to be
of scarlet profusion
the dewy dawn
of their first day
seeking the fullness
of honey toned light
by the guidance
heart shaped hands
Friday 1st May 2015 8:20 pm
Third instalment of my poetry comic strip - The Proletarian Poet part 3 - It's not a hobby! https://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2015/04/30/the-proletarian-poet-part-3/
Friday 1st May 2015 8:48 am
Tags: poems,poetry,poetry comics,The Proletarian Poet
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I’ve never had very much trouble Making money throughout my life
It seemed to come to me easily Without great endeavour or strife.
There’s really no secret to money It’s just commonsense, indeed;
Identify who is your buyer And then have the thing that they need.
It might be some goods or a service Your brains or your labour, indeed;
You offer them a proposal Then sell...
Friday 1st May 2015 12:02 am
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