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(Something for Hallowe'en. Thought I'd posted this previously but it must have been on FB)
He was playing in defence in a World Cup game
When he suddenly said, “What in Heaven’s name!”
The pain he felt made his blood run colder
He saw he was missing a chunk of his shoulder
It was The Gnash
It was The Monster Gnash
There was a clash
And he was rather rash
Thursday 30th October 2014 10:15 pm
Also by John Coopey:Our Gert She's Not a Drinker |
It’s very surprising that “SATOR Squares”
seem to appear everywhere
the mighty Roman army had gone;
can they together, really belong?
Can anyone else see
inside this puzzle’s mystery?
It’s been learned that it’s not a game
and a truth, always remains the same.
Known is the square’s earliest evidence –
Can it be a mere coincidence,
that it was found in ...
Thursday 30th October 2014 6:45 pm
Tags: breunig,christian poetry,faith,poetry,Sator Squares
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:Poem: Way of The Cross | Poem: Enabling Success | Poem: True Contentment | Poem/Song: Just a Word, Lord | Poem: Teach Me to Pray | Poem: Called To Worship | Poem: Daily Intercession | Poem: Celestial Lodestone | Poem: Between Two Thieves | Poem: Walls Tumbled Down | Poem: A Psalm for the Prisoner | Poem: Beware the Antichrist | Poem: Remembering Pentecost | Poem: Comes the Rain |
The tiny harbour baked under the merciless sun. On the low circling quay only a lone table stood before the solitary taverna . In its wedge of shade alongside the eyes of the tourist -stranded till the evening bus - closed..
It was the harsh midday chime that prised them open...open upon the bizarre sight of the six straw-hatted and fawn jacketed old gentlemen gliding spectrally over the ...
Thursday 30th October 2014 6:09 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Sound advice |
I arose from the crypt on Friday October 31
Gazed into the mirror - nothing stared back at me
For a vampire on the loose there is a lot at stake
I am totally bewitched as far as I can see
It’s alright to dress up like the devil to frighten folk
It’s okay on the ghostly streets - in fact it’s a howl
Hammer on doors, play the fool, trick or treat
Pumpkins light ...
Thursday 30th October 2014 3:52 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:Look At The Trees | Mad Mad World |
she is going to be
hell bound in deaths stride
sacrificing her soul
on the altar of the anti-Christ.
Tall were the towers now destroyed
tall to the stars
once holding all the goodness
she knows wrongly filled her mind.
She has to rid herself of saintly pasts
tear apart their seams
drunk is every glass of sin
snake tongued she licks th...
Thursday 30th October 2014 12:43 pm
Also by Solar:goodbye dead diary | Matches | Dabs not dibs | From a tower block window | putting up with | Predator | Automorons disease | In versus out? no contest! | That Narnia feeling | Silent quest | About my first God of love | Opting for Mr. In-between | woeful withdrawal | Mr Sad |
The Onset of Autumn
The straying of the changing days; as the leaves turn brown and whittle, whisper into nothingness but dust in the Autumn wind.
And then the rain comes, from a gentle tap tap to a heavier tat tat, and rattles and fizzes intense against the fragile canvas that guards me; as the conkers crack and the acorns fall, and the night’s grow dark and cold; they last so long,...
Thursday 30th October 2014 12:25 pm
We were sent to fight a war
that we didn’t believe in,
knowing that there would be
Paid a pittance
to be on the front line
facing hostiles every day.
the faceless generals
who stayed hidden
in the bunkers
giving their orders.
Many were wounded,
left for dead,
injured in ways
wouldn’t understand -
Thursday 30th October 2014 10:52 am
Tags: 'bankers','good' banks,anti-bank,anti-war,bank clerk,soldier,unfair target
Also by Ian Whiteley:All The Little Creatures Of Glass City | Excavating Aldgate Tube Station (1876) | Afraid Of The Dark | Weird Sisters | In The Beginning | funeral days | Blockhead | STILL IN THE WAR, BOYS! - new CD and download from THE CROWS OF ALBION |
Damned as a horde of poachers and drinkers
the big money had spawned, they dug their way
through rocks and sodden clay. Encamped like tinkers,
only their brass was missed when they picked up sticks,
following the line to another day
of mindless graft, squalor, suspicious looks.
From those whose curtained lives they did not share,
they earned scant praise for laying down the f...
Thursday 30th October 2014 9:59 am
Also by David Cooke:The Leaving Cert | Tamla Motown | Paying the Price | Cities | Bamboo |
I just want to give up
All of this pain, life is not worth
To know that life will come to an end
I ask for a friend
With a willing hand to lend
He says Faith will carry you through
But what if I lack this trait and im confused
After this statement, no one has a clue
I consistantly ask, what am I to do
For I am stuck like glue
Needing to rely on Faith, not knowing exac...
Thursday 30th October 2014 5:14 am
Also by Quinnay Collier:Life is Pain |
Give you a thousand roses and a thousand violins
A thousand manned choir to sing you a thousand hymns
Light up a thousand stars in the image of your face
Give me a thousand wishes and I'd wish most of the same
Nine hundred ninety-nine wishes, I'd wish for one more day
To spend with you, then change my wish when my last wish came
On the thousandth wish, I'd wish for a thousand more
Thursday 30th October 2014 2:41 am
Tags: love,love poems,romance,romantic
It is what it is,
It was what it was,
It will be what it will be,
Wednesday 29th October 2014 12:07 pm
Also by Natfastic:Pre-party | The Dark Night of My Soul | Listen | Crap Poem | Buttercup | Fuck It | People Pleaser | Different Styles | Let's Hug It Out | Paintballing | Sleep | Man Handled | Arsonist |
my cat she.s at it agen
runnin mad like a rabid hen
wots she up to i.d like to know
scatterin dust...... layin tracks with her speedy run
how come SHE gets to have so much fun
oh my god she.s caught that dammed fly
av bin after that since last july
come ere puss ere.s yer treat
arf a tin of salmon un wipe yer feet
Wednesday 29th October 2014 8:13 am
Also by jean lucy thompson:Its Called the Universe |
I was Inspired to write this remembering my friends and I vowed we’d never change and that music would be the one thing that we would hold on to. Then after some years, I felt that I’d grown up and this wasn’t true, it was childish. Then later I realised that the one thing I only ever wanted to hold onto was the music. It formed me and my mates and it bound us together. It is the one thing...
Wednesday 29th October 2014 1:42 am
Tags: sola manchester closer joy division
Also by dazzer:gERm FrEE HaiKu | 222 | THE COSTA COFFEE | Deansgate Bridge | If Cameron came to my house. |
I wrote this in January, 1967, in protest at a bishop proposing to bless a nuclear weapon submarine, carrying the then nuclear weapon Polaris. I believe I submitted it to the editor of Peace News, but do not think it was published. Apologies for irregularities of metre and rhyme!
'At Birkenhead, on the twenty-fifth of February,
I'll be chug, chug, chugging across on the ferry,...
Tuesday 28th October 2014 6:01 pm
Fiona is such a good Christian
Humble, mild and meek
Whenever I pinch her on the bum
She turns the other cheek
Tuesday 28th October 2014 3:31 pm
It was Charlie who brought them together
And once they realised it, well it was never going to last forever.
It was Charlie who was left in the middle.
He was there sun, their moon their rising star.
A child seat in two different cars.
Mum and dad now both see Charlie in two separate ways
Mum every morning for school and evenings occasionally when out in the 'pool....
Tuesday 28th October 2014 12:48 pm
Although at speed
is hurtling down the line
it is'nt fast enough!
on my wasted time away
It begs to be relegated
to the swell of unwanted thoughts.
Coming into the station
a porter moves from right to left
without actually moving
followed by the name of my town
spelling itself out
Tuesday 28th October 2014 11:02 am
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Avoidance of Scotch mist | Mrs.Blahblah | message for the EVIL | No longer on the ball |
''Is that all that there is?'' All that there is- "is", and "is" is all that is there. ''all that is there is there?'' all that there "is" there is there ''is that all that there is?'' all that is there is all that there is.
Tuesday 28th October 2014 11:00 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:it | Words without plays | I never sleep when... | Semi tone | in bits |
Well, I never - poem by Joseph Robert: https://theopenmouse.wordpress.com/2014/10/28/joseph-robert/
Tuesday 28th October 2014 9:43 am
Tags: poem,poetry,poetry magazine,Poetry Scotland,The Open Mouse
A Pair of Brown Shoes
I once slapped my brother across the face,
it hurt me more than him, the palm of
my right hand is still red.
You see, we lived in a small flat- I had bought
a pair of shoes, they were un-walked in and shiny;
was going to put them on that Saturday evening
to impress my friends; but my brother beat me to it.
I was so furious I cried; “it is only ...
Tuesday 28th October 2014 8:48 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :mortality | (untitled) | Texas | debris | dictators and others | the loss | equines | stone stallion | the precious |
Love isn’t some little thing that goes ding!
It isn’t a song that you can sing.
It’s not something that might happen in a flash,
It doesn’t happen while driving and cause you to crash.
Love isn’t something tangible, something you can see,
It's pretty much invisible, to both you and to me.
It’s something that will join us and hold us together,
It’s a ...
Tuesday 28th October 2014 4:10 am
Also by Steve:Mother |
She's exposed, I suppose, but who knows,
What's going on in her mind?
She's vulnerable, like a candle,
Sometimes I can’t handle,
She can burn you and turn you,
With the flame, is she insane?
Physically drain my brain and cause me pain,
But it’s not meant, her mind is not bent, but it’s spent,
Take the time, make the time, don't leave it too late for time,
Coz time won't wait, ...
Monday 27th October 2014 11:46 pm
on Sunday morning
an old woman
knocked at your
and had made
you a pie
of apple and
To say hello.
To calm her from
loneliness and fear.
‘Jumpin’ Jack Flash’
Monday 27th October 2014 10:25 pm
I won’t get up for less than murder
I have a diet of rotting flesh
My favourite drink is a bloodbath
No sleep until the world is a mess!
I’m very handy with a chainsaw
Cutting off limbs and severing heads
I start the slaughter after breakfast
To increase my tally of deaths!
Frankenstein has nothing on me
Dracula, or Jekyll and Hyde
Get on the ghost train o...
Monday 27th October 2014 8:35 pm
Also by Jeffarama!:A Hundred Years - What have we learned? |
We cross roads
Think we will never
See that face again
That lit up a runway
Finally shot our heart down
But in the mist of time
I finally found
What was always mine
Just across the Bosphorus sea
That’s where my heart
And our eyes meet
As gentle as the call to prayer
As gentle as knowing you are there
Just across the Bosphorus sea
That’s where our hearts
And eyes meet
Monday 27th October 2014 7:09 pm
Also by David R Mellor:DYLAN THOMAS (on the 100th anniversary of his birth) |
If the soul lives on after the death of the body, then Jack Bruce
might well be saying today: 'I feel free; free of the rigours
and restrictions of mortality.'
I hope this happens to me when I die so I'll be free to visit
that hippy city of San Francisco as it was between 1967-70.
This is it with immortality, you can visit wherever you want to
in history. Lots of vibrant psychede...
Monday 27th October 2014 4:00 pm
Tags: 'Politician'.,1967-70,CREAM,Jack Bruce,Pete Brown
Also by Phil Fletcher:Psychic surgery and me. | The call of a cuckoo. | There's a gas chamber across the way from me. | 'Charles (Salvador) Bronson' and Me. | Hot and Wet. |
When you think you're so poor you've no pot to piss in
Turn back to days past - log on and put this in!
There was a time - and glad lives were led
That needed a piss pot under the bed
Rich was the life that owned its plain china
Or a Spode commode...was anything finer?
If you think you're poor now with much that is missing,
You won't be regretting you've no pot for pissing!...
Monday 27th October 2014 3:31 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:'ERE YOU...IN THE EU! | SCAN THE MAN! | LOVE'S CONFUSION | TONY AND DAVE |
Sticking out my tongue
as if an upturned palm
testing for rain,
I taste the cinder-like city air
candle warm and fetid,
vivid pavement art
inspected closely by critical pigeons.
The incessant traffic clank
Squealing, caterpillaring slowly,
microbes inching through concrete arteries
depositing a toxic cholesterol
upon the ancient stones.
Monday 27th October 2014 2:50 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Colourless | Faith | Marsden | Astrolabe |
They’re partying down in Westminster,
fiddling with our money,
taking care of Number One,
it’s a land of milk and honey.
Fine dining on expenses,
whining on at costs,
profiting from poverty,
their gain is our loss.
Cos’ ends don’t meet,
on Poor Street,
debts keep piling higher,
families queue at food banks,
hard drugs breed like fire.
Monday 27th October 2014 1:48 pm
Also by Shirley-Anne Kennedy:Lest We Forget |
Let's make the most of space because
we're running out of room,
it’s gone too far, it's gaining pace,
altering the idiom:
in cooking space and living space
our breathing space to come,
one day we will be lost in space
because there is no room.
In spaces women come and go
talking of Michelangelo.
Monday 27th October 2014 12:24 pm
lying little Tesco.
Tesco, uh oh!
Pants on fire.
Tongues as long as a telephone wire.
Standardised carrot size?
where the sun don’t…
Tesco swing low,
all fall down.
All the credibi...
Monday 27th October 2014 10:16 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Winter Belly Love Poem |
Ah! So that is what you've done!
was your Tac
Blinded to the child
holding the crystal
A warm breeze
Green reeds in water
I am diving in
Sunday 26th October 2014 9:01 pm
Stumbling through the cream papered corridor
The ruby red rug shuffling under my Wholly odd socks
peppered in specks of gold
like an Alice in Wonderland dream
There is no Alice, this is no dream
The red rug ends merging to the old oak door.
Now etched in green.
Darkness awoken by the dimly lit lamp
Casting a shadow in the role of a stranger tracking their victim ...
Sunday 26th October 2014 5:09 pm
Also by Quiet Comet:Footprints |
“That was delicious” you say,
Walking and leaving me behind - swaddled in the duvet like a pig in blanket.
“You’re sweet” you say,
“You look tasty” you say,
After we wine and dine.
I’m fresh, young, to be stored in your cellar till I ferment,
To be fruitful, baring you juicy and ripening purple grapes;
Your final course.
Did you mistake me for the banquet?...
Sunday 26th October 2014 2:06 pm
Tags: abuse,consent,hierarchy,meat,Metaphor,rape,sexual exploitation,vegetarian
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:Why I kill magpies. | Scoliosis | Blink |
A reflective piece about looking for truth/ meaning in life, trails and tribulations and all that fun. It's all about the performance really so have a listen here. :)
Sunday 26th October 2014 1:00 pm
Tags: getting up,recovery,rhyme,rythmic
Top heavy in Irish Stew
From an amazing gig
The night before
My arrival to our 7th adventure
Was delayed with Cathy’s younger cat
Deciding it didn’t like Extreme Metal
And ran into the other
Resulting in World War 3
Round the back of the TV,
And me getting to the bus stop
Minus my bus pass
And heading back into the flat
To walk into Round 2
With both of the Cats
Spitting at e...
Sunday 26th October 2014 8:40 am
Also by Gray Nicholls:Waiting for Nancy (VI) | Waiting for Nancy (V) | Waiting for Nancy (IV) |
Wrinkles tell a story
Blue spider veins protruding
A ginger walk
Eyes that are piercing
Wiser, with wisdom
Weak body, quip mind
Survival through the changing tides
Love that’s morphed, as life evolved
Exemplary Role Model
Resilience to any pain cast upon
A plethora of great memories
Stronger than most
Knowledgeable by way of experience
Sunday 26th October 2014 1:32 am
Also by Outside of Comfort :Shadow | At that Time | Baby Girl | Little Sisters |
At the end of a day without a second’s rest
Exhausted from pressure and all sorts of tests
Normality is something I cannot seem to find
Trudging through the streets nearly blind from
the sunlight giving way, ending the cold wet day
If the people weren’t enough, the night comes along to kill
Even warm in bed death brings its’ chill
At the centre of everything we liv...
Saturday 25th October 2014 7:07 pm
I’m a fan of the Spanish way -
I like their houses and their food;
But there is one thing I must say -
Their bullfights do upset my mood.
The matadors may be brave folk,
And the tradition an old one;
But what must also be spoke
Is - the bulls’ pain before they’re done.
(C) David Franks 2003; from -
Saturday 25th October 2014 12:05 pm
The messaging boy rode his bike hands-free
past the house where the man slew his parents.
Oblivious, the boy was hungry for life.
The man was hungry for death.
It's a risky business having children.
They do dangerous things,
cycling helmet-less along busy roads
both hands and both eyes
on the fascinating phone.
They do dangerous things
like knifing you
Saturday 25th October 2014 7:52 am
These days it's hard to have one
without feeling the need to share
every one with everyone.
'til we bleed.
How does this look?
Who should we tag?
Where should we ping?
We've become factory workers
tasked with packaging our most worthy moments.
Keeping the extreme -
Saturday 25th October 2014 5:20 am
Tags: facebook,instagram,social media,twitter
Nobody, Likes the Pious
Do you think Mr Cameron,
Do you really think you’re above pain?
Do you think Mr Duncan Smith,
Do you believe you’re an isolated case
Do you see like I,
The Syrian Children
Sleeping between corpses
Of dad and ma,
Do you, in full
Rebuke the cries of war?
Are you reall...
Saturday 25th October 2014 1:22 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:A Jealous Recreation - Denied | SO, ARE YOU BOUGHT? | Mistaken Identity | The World Be Nothing We Own | For My Family | Humility's Loss |
If I had to sum up my father
I would choose this single word: "Care".
No nails undriven, shoelaces untied were ever left,
There was always good food and a table set.
He used to struggle with words himself,
But his actions sent the message instead:
“As long as you see me around
You have nothing to worry about.
His soul was hidden like a cool stream,
Seeking its path under fores...
Saturday 25th October 2014 1:07 am
Also by Cecilia Kovacs:KS (Emlékére) | Emerge |
You were wrong to underestimate me.
You were wrong to not have any faith in myself and my success.
You were wrong to say the things you've said.
You were wrong to bring me down.
Although, while you were wrong
for everything you've did.
I cannot fully blame you
for my sadness you've caused.
For, I was also in the wrong.
I was wrong to believe
every word that you spoke.
I was wrong to let...
Friday 24th October 2014 10:35 pm
Tags: beleif,bullying,fail,now i know,sucess,wrong,your words
Also by Spoken_Thoughts:Captured within my Darkness | Three weeks with you. | Dear J. | Barbie is fake, Beauty is real | Friendship over Love | Let me be the one | I've seen it, dreamed it, and thought of it, but never felt it. | The time has come. | Save me! | Playing with the heart | Let there be love! | Together again feels like a dream | One Day | All good things must come to an end | Through an arthurs words a beauty is seen | Inspiration? | No one knows | One Life, three time periods | Don't live or forget, but learn from the past. | Death of a loved one. | Need me like I need you | Made me Believe | Poetry | Chasing Love | Great Sadness, Little Happiness. | To be YOUR best | Never did I Thought | 24 days before Christmas | Two in One | Day to Night | What I love about myself. | Expectation | All I'll be is me | A letter to you... | With You.... | No Guarantee | Always the same.... | R.I.P MY HEART | LIFE... | Dear Brother | L..O..V..E.. | You took my Heart | Lost Child | Ones' Face | No Voice | New and Improve | When you find.. | Mommy Please | Your Meaningless Love | The Monster in me | My Ghostly brother..??? | Listen |
Friday 24th October 2014 9:17 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:mountains and mole hills | The shove | sink, swim or make do | Waiting in Line | Forever | fragile |
Abstract anxiety eats at razor thinned shins,
Anguish engulfs lost and last,
Previous pretenses portray pessimistic pain,
Friday 24th October 2014 5:09 pm
Also by John H.:Life's Lost Life | Transitions | Voided | Last Life | Life's Lost Sense of Direction | Free Write - Little Souls | Free write #1 |
I’m unsettled while I’m out;
my whiskers twitch. I dare not doubt
some threat awaits my every turn.
And so I hasten my return;
get done what I need to do
as quickly as I’m able to.
Washed and fed I then repair to
my lamp-lit and book-strewn armchair;
one I built with wood and foam
and made the focus of my home.
Once ensconced though, I begin
to think my stock of pleasures thin,
Friday 24th October 2014 3:44 pm
Also by Travis Brow:THE LANES OF STOCKPORT. |
I really cared I swear I did I try to relive all of the happiness we were so true. I hope he takes care of everything I couldn’t grasp like the way your hair would flash i know he sees it too. The flowers i never sent are locked away with repent where did I spend my time. Looking back words i hate it the past keeps evading my eraser I wish you could mend my mind. Around this time last year you s...
Friday 24th October 2014 11:35 am
Also by iLmm:Candles | Beautiful Discover |
OUR LIFE IS SHORT
It seems you forgot:
Our life is short.
There is no time to beg or…
Extort for support.
Learn how to live yourself.
Take a book from the shelf
And…delicately leafing page after page
You will find a wood sage:
People are like books,
With different outlooks.
Some of them are good,
Some of them are bad,
Some of them are just mad,
Some of them are not sassy,
Thursday 23rd October 2014 10:43 pm
Tags: real life
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