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'Twas on a clear and moonlit night by Castleford's green fields,
The stick of rhubarb's mind to thoughts adventurous did yield.
And turning to his nearby love, he made a solemn pledge
To sail away, like Hemingway, and live life on the edge.
His love, a slender leek, was anxious for his safe return,
But with a brave and loving smile, disguised her grave concern,
Sunday 24th May 2015 8:02 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:Message From The Monkey | A Happy Ending For Petrologists | Toast |
I remember Kandahar, flying low across a golden landscape in the door of a Blackhawk, the sun a red ball sinking behind jagged mountains. The goat herders below us, waving their sticks upward, flashing huge toothy smiles. Seeing the sand whip up around them as we roared over and passed them.
The sheer beauty of it, the thrill and wonder of being alive in that moment. Seeing The Gates ...
Sunday 24th May 2015 7:33 pm
Also by David Moore:Folded Flag | A Week of Worth? | Every Kingdom Comes | The Smugglers Tunnel | Drummer Lee-Rigby | Squatting | Squatting | Supermarket Soldiers | Resignation Note | Funeral | Leg on the Volleyball Court | A Revelation in Sainte Chapelle | From Beyond | Memento Mori | Child of No Hope | On a Platform | Surrender | Languishing | Beyond the Coriolis | The Daggers of Summer | Ode to Intellectual Property | Last Light | Generation of Ghosts |
When darkness falls upon your dreams, be brave
Allow your inner light to stay aflame,
Do not relinquish hope to night time's grave.
Hold tight your heart and ride the shadow's wave
Don't be seduced by dusk's possessive game,
When darkness falls upon your dreams, be brave.
Surrendering will leave you but a slave
Your life exposed, a mark against your name,
Do not relinquish hope to night ti...
Sunday 24th May 2015 7:28 pm
Also by Helen:Strength Of Man | Lilac Skies | Her Scent On Silk | Those Years We Had | I Bow To The Moon | Escape | Look At Me |
a wronged wash in the what might have been
where we fidget like fleas on a rabbits hide
and verses drafted in the cross stitched sky
cannot disguise the well-practiced curses
with the pre-packed presumption of lilies
abstract amongst the sheets
your limbs offer a confusion of choice
where context is lost
besides the arch and coil
Sunday 24th May 2015 7:23 pm
Humanity She is bound. Held down by the hands of many, all exclaiming innocence whilst the gagged girl lies fragile fallen flawless, in all but reputation. Meaty hands grope her broken body, caving into primitive desire that destroys virgin innocence, peace defunct.
Sunday 24th May 2015 6:33 pm
Also by Lauren den Besten:nr. 1 |
I hear you in my statements and see you in my face, Constantly I search for this place that doesn't exist, Where I was of worth to you, Instead I am an obstacle in your path, You have chosen to discard me all in the name of love, Or so it would appear, but it is clear it is only your fear that has left me here, In a disarray feeling betrayed, because of you I never measure up, You taught me ...
Sunday 24th May 2015 5:14 pm
Also by Nick Michaelian:Bridge | Now She Knows |
and upon touching,
let a wanton look
dress your skin,
pressing its wants-
as in a gentle grip-
shaping my tongue,
to press tales
of soft request,
and taste the very giving
response of that same skin,
adorned and- to touch
its naked candour.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Sunday 24th May 2015 2:00 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Her wet truth | Is | Vertices | Is this what borders do? |
got on my bike
first time this year
fast as you like
in the top gear
“…things in life are not played for keeps
if it makes you happy it will make you weep…”
rode up the pavement
leapt from the curb
just for one moment
“…and if you want some more practical advice
if you can't think once then don't think twice…”
Sunday 24th May 2015 10:26 am
Also by Colsibabes:Brighton Seafront 1983 | I'm still watching the birdie | Watching Time | Dungeness | Old Stumpy Was Petrified | Route 66 | MeanTimeOne | MeanTimeTwo | Garden Maintenance | Ladies of the Valleys | Sticky Fingers | Jewels | Kazbah | roadtrip | Another One Born |
It has been suggested
I look for the 'good or beautiful'
deeper within all things 'bad or ugly'
I have adopted and make regular use of a better suggestion.
If the 'good or beautiful'
are not to be seen in the 'bad or ugly'
no matter how hard I try,
with the tool of my heart
in the hand of my soul,
I must put them there.
'There' being every day of my lif...
Sunday 24th May 2015 10:10 am
Also by Rose Casserley:The returnings | grabbing the giddy moment | Old man rising | think-WIDE BERTH! | Addicted | Leaving the footplate | was it a message? yes! | Weapons drawn | Off target | When the sun logs on | Dark side of Mr Nice. | Shroud | Full circle | The continuation | interring | Last night | gift of the gab,jab and grab | Split | Jetsam | Usurped |
Elusive it is the dream of peace
and the Burundi the president is seeking a third term,
but the people say NO, and fight for
a fair election, in dusty streets.
Africa has had enough of presidents who will not
give up power and lucrative ill-gotten gains.
People of Burundi, I salute you.
Sunday 24th May 2015 9:55 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :Kathmandu | Useless Money | (untitled) | War & Peace | biking | (untitled) | home alone | middle east future | the last forenoon | our future | Feline werewolf | Fatima | (untitled) | the unsung | Skin Cancer and Ayn Rand | the man who hates Irael | the sky | the black-winged bird | pilots |
Inside we struggle for relief
And lose our minds trying
To accept this as our permanent
We think we know how we
Arrived here with all our stuff
But sometimes we’re not sure which
Narrative is true
About how we crossed over
The threshold into a new home
We brought everything we love
With us and we are adapting
To a world we didn’t dream was possibl...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 11:44 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Brass Rings |
I was there for the suffering of a clown,
watched too closely at the hosing down.
Never saw the tears washed away
but the laughter was there
just like today.
With my threadbare bag of tricks
clutched a little too tight
I like to amuse, I need to do it
on many a lonely night.
I queued for normality many a time
but never quite reached that open door,
so just like Cha...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 10:36 pm
Tags: it's all about me!,yes folks
Also by ray pool:TANK GRAVEYARD | PAINT ME PINK | FALLEN IDOLS | WOLVES | WHERE DID HONESTY GO? | WHERE DID HONESTY GO? | THE PRESENT GAME | FUNNY BUSINESS | ARRIVAL | BEDOUINS AT LARGE | WE WALK TOGETHER |
Uninvited as per
Mr Pear shape thinks
he can just come strolling in
free as he pleases
to deliver his mishaping intentions.
not when I have got my walking (to determination) boots on
which fit his backside nicely!
one swift kick and out he goes onto his stalky head!
© Patricia Wilde Saturday 23rd May 2015
Saturday 23rd May 2015 10:14 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Incision | Spooked! | Pointless | jumper on? jumper off? | cause and effect | Mockery | Croupier of my fate | Old flames old pains | Three downfalls | Looking for the sky | Severed | Flawless blush |
A partner in crime
blowback better days
bought in parts
instead of by the hour.
touched mid-post, mid-text,
pyrex glass, winning
new old west.
a reign ended in splinters
busted in the heated crucible
of the apocalypse.
Yet here we are
survived, only by ourselves for certain.
never buried, close the curtain,
a history wrote by us as best
as best and brightest ch...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 8:56 pm
Tags: no kisses here to speak of
Also by Zach Dafoe:Sweetheart in A-Sharp (07/28/2011) | Captain Hook | cleanup (05/17/2015) | Solicitation (05/16/2015) | Mirror Prayer 2 (5/16/2015) | table scraps 2306 (05/07/2015) | slush time pun (05/06/2015) | Danny Nucci 0637 | Napkin Kiss 2 (05/03/2015) |
I want to reach you.
Want to touch you.
Spend time with you.
But if I tried to, I'd fail.
I'm desperate to speak to you.
Long, so hard to caress you.
Splash out and spoil you.
But the truth is, I know I'd drown.
Any tactic I try, would fail
I'm not up to the battle.
There's too much between us.
Too much history.
They say time heals.
It doesn't - it kills.
You lived before me.
Saturday 23rd May 2015 5:04 pm
Its Saturday night at the taxi rank
street angels are steering girls to the cabs;
legs over tits like a Picasso and
it’s wild, and it’s laughter, and songs are buzzin’.
So can you hear the people weeping?
can you see the children dying?
All you knew was love, Alan, all you knew was love
as you drove your taxi through this world.
And the laughter and the love in t...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 1:49 pm
I thought I saw what I just saw
On second thought, what if I didn't?
What have I missed with that one glimpse
Or have I not have seen at all?
I thought I saw but I did not
Been fooled by me, myself, and I.
Saturday 23rd May 2015 1:37 pm
Also by Lost:Saturday | Can't Sleep | Integrity |
Saturday 23rd May 2015 12:31 pm
Doubling in the distance
Peering into scenes
From ancient books
Ripening in prophesises
Trespassing on our future
Buried under bent grass
Hung high even now
Even in the shadows
Creaking into silence
Like going out to your own funeral
Left out to dry.
(For Michael Gove - wrote after readi...
Saturday 23rd May 2015 11:33 am
I wrote on a napkin the lyrics of my love for you
My intention never being to give them to you
It was only to get them out of me
I just wanted to scribble this madness on this
white, disposable paper--
Hoping in time it would break down--
taking my words into the ground with it
But once they were out--
Once they were written--
Once they became so real and I realized just
how a part ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 10:55 pm
I always did what charlie said
never played in disused fridges
always looked both ways because tufty told me
and ate birds-eye burgers to be like ben
- yes I was a good boy
who believed the cavalry would save the day -
so it was a shock
- when dipping half a fish-finger
in the residue of bean juice -
to learn from john craven
that saigon had fallen
and america had lost
there was ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 9:51 pm
Also by jeremy young:alive | cinders | you have to be fair | father forgive me | 6.10 | roots | lunch on the go | thirty years | 56 | posing | ists | sketch | waiting for bombs | thug racists | bedsit | english carnival | after an early supper | on the royal birth | may | the dying wish of the shaman | twitter poems |
Fill your lungs with air, smog
petrol fumes mixed with human sweat
and once white walls, urinals for men
whose zippers come down, in public eye
for some it could be the only time
their cocks stand up
breathe, dammit it
take advantage of the few trees still left
chokeheld by urban, modern ideas
breathe in the dust
some earth still ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 5:11 pm
Also by Preeti:Apple Carts and Upsets | The Mediocrity Curse | Fishing | Leaf |
Breasts are something to be ashamed of, something to hide,
Yet something that a kid will suck on just to stay alive!
Something everyone once depended on once in their life
Yet something evil, something I must hide
A man's nipples are useless and yet just fine
The woman's are lewd tho to a hungry baby divine
To wear one layer of clothing!
A sin God forbid despite the sweltering heat
Friday 22nd May 2015 7:09 am
They made you feel so wanted.
They took your heart and bathe it on roses
They caress your old scars with kisses
Make you believe there’s nothing else more beautiful than their existence.
They look into your eyes and touch your soul
They make you crave for them more
They say one word and it vibrates your heart in whole
Make you fantasize you and them growing old.
They made you feel l...
Friday 22nd May 2015 6:01 am
Also by Qadriya.S:I guess I'm afraid to love you | Deny | The lying wasn't good enough. | Demon I can't live without | You came in right after he broke my heart. | Rehab | You | Serendipity |
The warm and jolly streams of wind
Are finding paths all through my hair
Just to escape the summer sun
And hope that it won't find them there.
They played this game all through my past,
But for today I couldn't care.
I have a problem on my mind
Thant won't disolve in boiling air.
I dream of rest for broken minds.
I dream of peace inside my head.
The one I ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 3:43 am
Tags: anxiety,lost reality,summer
Friday 22nd May 2015 3:02 am
Also by Narset Yves-Serge (Torc/Shiek):To Live Dead | A Broken Mind, a Sound Body |
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Today I will sleep in late
Today I will just sit and sit.
I will breathe deep.
Today I will clear my head
And supine on a bed, feel the folds
As they turn in and hold me still.
I will be still.
Today I will run outside
And with arms open wide,
I’ll feast on a sky wide and clear.
I will face my fear,
Today I will look and look,
Friday 22nd May 2015 12:22 am
Also by dazzer:Do you Remember Heart and Soul? |
The closest my dad ever got to poetry
was when he savoured some word
like pugilist, or the tip-toe springiness
he sensed in bob and weave,
his unalloyed delight in the flytings
and eyeball to eyeball hype
that went with big fight weigh-ins.
I, too, might have been
a contender when I did my stint
in the ring, my dad convinced
I had style and the stamp of a winner....
Thursday 21st May 2015 10:09 pm
Also by David Cooke:Easter 1966 | A Piano in the Alps |
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The key to success for a Champion
Is to start the day with a shag,
A hand-lowered shite of 6lb weight,
A can of Long Life and a fag.
Thursday 21st May 2015 9:04 pm
Also by John Coopey:IT'S GOOD NEWS WEEK! | OLD AGE KICKS (RLS) | THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE (I Don't Intend to Die Rich) |
I didn't realise how bad life could be
Until I realised I was me
Naked in front of the mirror
Bulges where there shouldn't be
Time wasted, time wasted, time wasted me
I didn't realise how quickly the clock of time could
Cover me, leave me, breathless, and not
how it should be
Me up a tree
Me with you Carl creating Marvel figures before tea
Time wastes, time wasted, time wa...
Thursday 21st May 2015 8:02 pm
Also by David R Mellor:There is no party of the poor | A life laid out. | Shut Down | I voted conservative | X marks the spot , it will hurt |
You say that I'm a dreamer
and so I may well be
but the dreams I have
aren't just for me,
they're for you and all to see.
The dream is of love,
of life free from harm,
a dream of peace and
shelter from the storm.
The dream is the lifeblood
flowing deep in our veins,
the dream will always be
for all to see
and all that remains.
The dream is t...
Thursday 21st May 2015 6:23 pm
Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:THE BALLAD OF THE LOOPY HAMSTER | DARK PANACEA | DAD | CURTAIN CALL | BREATHE | CHANTING | THE BALLAD OF BOB THE BUN | THE FEATHER ON THE TRIGGER | A LONELY LAMENT |
“Metcalfe weaves rich, earthy imagery with vast dreams of the cosmos. He explores the inner through the outer, provoking visions of eternity, gracefully leading the reader through the edge of the solar system into the infinite abyss and back into the depths of the ocean bed. Love is emphatical...
Thursday 21st May 2015 5:05 pm
Have you ever thought about this girl?
The girl that does her hardest to please you
To go out of her way.
To take a fall to take a shot
But all you do it block her out
Hurt her to the point of no returning.
She decided that being silent is the best way.
No one will bring her to her knees
Making her want someone to see.
What exactly she needs.
The silence t...
Thursday 21st May 2015 4:22 pm
Also by Hannah Metsker:Not mine | Mad | Remember | Unsteady |
I took it for a paper scrap
Upon the carpet's dull brown nap,
But bending forward I could see
It meant more than a scrap to me.
Diminished in death it was the mouse
That shared with me this ancient house
And which had often passed my way
An early morning blur of grey.
Then I recalled a recent night
When I had seen a slower flight...
Much slower than the previous run...
Thursday 21st May 2015 4:17 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:QUESTION | PUBLIC RECORD | SEA OF RED |
A protest song I wrote recently. It fits to the "Prince of Denmark's March".
Out with a world of contracts to cheat us
Out with the lords who hoard their gold
Out with a world of sanctions to leave us
Starving in the cold
Take hands and march to show
Our strength shall grow
And we shall not fail
Take hands and let them know
Society is not for sale
These are the dreams of safety and j...
Thursday 21st May 2015 12:09 pm
Also by Thomas Thurman:Fire and ice-cream |
You were supposed to be my knight in shining armour
You were supposed to prove them all wrong
Cause back then you were young, and dumb, and stupid
But now you are old enough
To know that you can’t be out here breaking hearts
I guess that’s where we fell apart
I was too busy trying to protect us
And you just didn’t care at all
Making me look foolish over and over again
Thursday 21st May 2015 6:32 am
Tags: alone,foolish,fuck you,grew stronger,heartbreak,love poetry,platonic friends
Today I am the immovable object,
A dented can of who-knows-what
Adorned with a loud sales tag
That screams, “I am less than I was.”
My worth has been discounted,
My status redefined: damaged.
My life has been provisionally shelved.
Thursday 21st May 2015 1:47 am
Also by James Roper:I Know |
Thrust me - palmfuls of treasure.
Woo me - waterfall words.
Blunt me - fickle full stops.
Steep me - leaves in a teacup.
Break me - set me free.
Block me - wicked white coats.
Flower me - pink carnations.
Lift me - red balloons.
Pop me – barrage of blunt pins.
Wednesday 20th May 2015 2:27 pm
Also by Natfastic:Stolen | Killing Time | The Struggle | Regret |
Emotion without words
How does that work?
Display happiness with
A smiley face
Or amuse with
A winky face
Show sadness with
A downturned U
When you are so
U don’t even know U
Wednesday 20th May 2015 1:44 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:SOMETIMES |
I went in search of Eden
to worship Gaia once again
but had to join a shuffling queue
stood sodden in the rain.
I’d had to leave my car behind
parked up two miles away
and trudged along mesmerised
to a sunken pit of clay
They said I’d need a ticket
to enter the gigantic balls
where habitats from everywhere
shared space with waterfalls.
The price w...
Wednesday 20th May 2015 1:15 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Coming Home | Night Howls | Hustings | Bakers-Do-Zen |
I made sandcastles here as a lad.
I’ve walked and ran with the dogs,
Faced the rain and the blustering winds,
Dozed in the summer sun,
When I die, burn my body like a Viking God
And bring my ashes to the sands.
When the tide turns and the wind blows hard
Then empty my remains.
Let the wind take them across the waves;
And watch while the sea foams...
Wednesday 20th May 2015 12:15 pm
Tags: life,Lytham St Annes
Who would have thought that I,
-Who`d always worn the badge of what I was
Flagrant on my face - would turn dissembler,
Become - (would you believe it!) affable -
Sought after for advice - much given
To long and ...
Tuesday 19th May 2015 11:50 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:School time | The floating voter song |
Hi. I'm turning TWO and so is my dad I think. Must be, he was born on the same day as me. It's the guy on the left with that boring mic.
Tuesday 19th May 2015 10:59 pm
Tags: Picnic birthday
I wish I were a butterfly
And could have enjoyed the creativity of God
And would have been able to fly
To capture in my eyes the beauties of Lord.
I wish I were being sat on a flower
Doing nothing but dating it with Love
All the time enjoying the beauty of the flower
And giving limitless hugs to express my love.
I wish I were been collecting honey
Tuesday 19th May 2015 7:23 pm
Also by SATYAJIT BEHERA:DARKNESS-a battle of a kid |
The heaviness in my eyes after our lips would unattach controls me. It's all that I think about, the feeling of wanting to kiss your lips again, wondering if I could just one more time have those heavy eyes..
Tuesday 19th May 2015 6:15 pm
Can you imagine infinity as a 10 year old?
Yet now, 28 Years Later, I think it’s no time at all
I know you’ve been with me, all this while, watching,
I grew from a child, into a girl, then a daughter.
There were times when I wished you weren’t there,
private moments, intimacies, melancholic memories,
I silently searched for you to surprise me,
my wedding, a fatherly hug ...
Tuesday 19th May 2015 12:52 pm
Tags: childhood loss,grief,hope,loss
Ties tighten on those who pass the gates as their eyes kiss the pavement and want to remain in its company until the bells ring
Sins and sins and hearts concerned wave and praise and hold out their hands to passers-by as they turn their backs on those stood still
The grins, chuckles and crooked pointed fingers remain in the playground from days gone by and circulate like chalk scattered by...
Tuesday 19th May 2015 11:45 am
Also by Obviously Charming Delinquent:A Sceptic Soul on Scatter Street | Scattered Thoughts From an Ale Stained Collar | Tales From a Shattered Monocle |
Sittin in my room, this! this heartfelt. room full of doom.
Tuesday 19th May 2015 3:50 am
Helping other people can become infectious
so if your wealthy enough to drive a Lexus
consider the impact of gifts to a poor family
let those generous ideals bring hope willingly
to all that are struggling without fault of their own
for decent jobs are not there for all as is shown
by the queues at food banks and rooms to rent
as all the income they have is far too soon spent…
Wealth is ...
Monday 18th May 2015 7:41 pm
THE PRAYER - By HAG
I kneel before the altar
I raise my hands in surrender
I shut my eyes as my visage gazes upon THY Glory and THE Heavens
I see Jesus
I see Angels
Is this my imagination?
Or am I in the spirit as the Christian believers claim and say everyday?
then why not start to make my supplications to the King - Jehovah Adonai
Oh Lord, bless the known knowns
the known unknow...
Monday 18th May 2015 6:52 pm
Also by Henrietta Atsupi Gborgblorbu:THE EPITOME OF VALENTINE | Valentine | Revenge | The Invisible Veracious Loveable Birds | Women |
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