The Twilight Zone
In the nearest town and close to all amenities
such as hospitals and funeral parlours my wife
and went to look at an elderly people’s hotel
where people of a certain age get a small flat to
live in, yet it has a café for the social evening with
where young ladies who have gone to university
and studied geriatrics, sing and give the recital of
Friday 12th February 2016 1:03 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen :Extolling the great | dead canines in Spain | murderous laughter | truth be told | wonderful Scandinavia | wildfire | wildfire | Morpheus`s kiss | Marvellous life | the lay of the land |
I would rank in order of personal satisfaction
1. The Ghostie
2. The Clean Sweep
3. The Greasy Rocket
Ecumenically speaking, if all three should coalesce you should lift up your heart to praise your God.
Friday 12th February 2016 12:28 pm
Also by John Coopey:WITH DAVE ON OUR SIDE | MY BEST FRIEND | 70m DASH |
Expect us not to believe
You could miraculously fetch
Water with a sieve!
Till we return to dust
You, nothing better than a rust,
Could not quench our thirst.
Without combing out lechers
That spare not even the broke
Or the stone to siphon
Rather has an impact adverse,
For it is allowing few
Nation's wealth unfairly amass
At a cost of harm to
The credulous and ...
Friday 12th February 2016 6:17 am
Tags: corruption, tax
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Ego-rocking words | Must Your Gratitude Be A Knife? |
My words sometimes flow
Like a torrent, Like a sieve
Hope to inspire
It's not too cold, it's not to hot
Friday 12th February 2016 2:36 am
Tags: Haiku, Poems, senyru
Also by Shirley Smothers:Depressed Haiku, sort of |
There Is No Enemy
Don’t surround yourself with negative people!
Tones of propaganda and brainwashing
Committed to the none committed
Let’s take a good look at what
This cliché known as Earth expects,
Expects of each and every citizen,
Citizens born upholding compassion,
Now trained in each and every kind
Thursday 11th February 2016 10:38 pm
In order to mark Children’s Mental Health Week (8th – 15th Feb. 2016) I have gathered together my personal collection of pieces related to depression et al in the hope that some crumbs of comfort can be gleaned and passed on. Please see the SAMPLES section of my profile.
Thursday 11th February 2016 9:08 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Spin on This | Haiku: Punxsutawney Phil | Haiku: Carpet of Crocus | Silent Witness 2 (Supernova) | Haiku: SAD |
Thursday 11th February 2016 7:24 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:A Whiff | format | EQUILIBRIUM | normal |
Each beautiful shrouded night
grey matter deleted
its usefulness forgotten
memory banks depleted
Each day a little vacant space
filled with nothing new
Writing at his desk
he notices the tremor
Mother looks on
forty years back
steady and true
come to all,
they’ll come to you.
Thursday 11th February 2016 6:31 pm
Tags: humility., loss, Mortality
Also by Wolfgar:Cathedral | The virtue of silence | Eternity's sunrise | Stolen | The impatient lighthouse | An ending | Peppermint tea with Gavin Bryars | A Mother | Un-slaved | Beyond the coriolis | Reflections on enforced separation | < = > |
Fiery day is banked down
the smouldering core of sunset
and you O handsome bird
soon to be caressed
by the unreeling of luminary tendrils
the fluency of nightfall.
Near motionless ornamental
surveying a realm of moon powdered fields
with clockwork fashioned turns of the head.
Ghostliness and v...
Thursday 11th February 2016 6:18 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Pouring of the hearts | Striped and spectorial | Knife edge | Avoidance of scotch mist | Water music | Prophecy | Born to be Wilde | Rough diamond | Cumulous & Co. | Midnight in Shouldbepulleddown Street | Mr Dark and I | Dying days menu |
I've forgotten my glasses
So this place is pointless
But I'm hanging around
Because there's this girl - 'Millie'
Who works the till
And we're spending her
'Half day' together
She's taking me to a bar
Where they do great latte
And a blueberry muffin
To die for
We met a few days ago
I was browsing 'Rock & Pop'
(With my glasses on)
Thursday 11th February 2016 5:57 pm
Also by mike watts:Chicken pie | Sketches and Zeppelins |
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Nods are due to K. Mellanby for inspiring the tune, Marcie Summers for the vocal,
and Pete Dymond for the arrangement of my song.
Thursday 11th February 2016 5:43 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:FUEL FOR THOUGHT | AUSTERITY |
Like a fish outa water a were
When I went to America
Strollin down the Walk of Fame
Tryin not tu step ont Stars' Names
When a went to America
Meetin Charlie Chaplin
Oh wot a to do
An im from Batman
Cant remember is name; can you?
When a went to America
Oh that massage parlour; wot a palarva
Think ad teken a wrong turnin somehow
A was such a silly cow...
Thursday 11th February 2016 2:05 pm
I know you're out there
I can hear your voice in the wind that rustles the leafless trees
Like them I'm waiting for Spring
To grow again inside love
I'm searching for you
I chase my shadow in the fading colours of the setting sun
Look for your message amongst the stars
Bathed in moonlight
In awe of the universe
I've dreamt ...
Thursday 11th February 2016 12:21 pm
Tags: dreaming, Love, searching, waiting
Also by Pixievic:In Crisis | Poet Brain (30w) | Just in Time | A Whisper from the Moon | Your Words (Haiku) | Aftermath |
I would when I could
and would when I should
and could never say shan't
but that was so long ago
babe,now the answer ain't no
my body would if it could
but my mind can't
Thursday 11th February 2016 10:02 am
Also by Jemima Jones:Passing through | Chain cutting | Late pre Winter stroll | Assuming in mono vision | Towards rejuvenation | Ideal hunk | Void | In the headlights | Dirty girl! |
And as I ran, as I kept running, I noticed that the wave that had crested over the hill was made of deeper and deeper water. Every time I look forward, the beach seemed longer, so I would try to run closer to the outside edge of the rocks. I looked back, and the water was getting closer, deeper, more powerful in its white spray -- a swirling, leaping, downwards pull that, if it didn't drown me, wo...
Thursday 11th February 2016 9:38 am
Tags: white water fear
Also by Zach Dafoe:mulholland (01/30/2016) | winter shuffle (01/31/2016) | goldenrod monologue (02/97/2016) | caps lock purge (02/05/2016) | weren't odessa 3 (01/09/2015) |
Junior doctors we are very proud of you . You give us the strength and the will to battle through . Never turn your backs on us , never say not now . Without your help , where would we be . We have to let you know . Your dedication is so needed , your caring so intense . You cannot care for others , if your tired you need your strength . You cannot switch off like others can do , nor can you ever...
Thursday 11th February 2016 6:19 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Paying Our Way |
I saw a video image of myself today
Making recordings of readings and I creatively
Design the whole affair
But I saw myself sitting there
And I saw It
Like the answer to a sadist prayer
Sitting there on my face
I saw the discomfort and the pain
That was promised was not written
That couldn’t be seen
In my eyes
Come out like hate an...
Thursday 11th February 2016 5:23 am
Also by Rachel Bond :miracle |
Mind is on a journey
Seeking no destination
But to be comfortable with where it lands.
Thursday 11th February 2016 3:45 am
I got a taste for blood last night.
It wasn’t yours,
It wasn’t his,
It wasn’t hers,
I got a taste for blood last night and it was my own.
Sometimes I consider draining myself dry,
Sucking myself into sand
Come, watch me crumble.
I got a taste for the blood which runs
From my lips.
But nobody ever described self destruction like this,
I never considered I mig...
Thursday 11th February 2016 2:43 am
Tags: blood, darkness, enjoyment, pleasure, sadism, self destruction, spiralling, struggle
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:Grisly Girl |
This woman in black
This flitty bitty girl
With bouffant mad hair
Eye shadow and lips
This long lost soul
Always, always on the go
No luck in love
No luck with drugs
Cracked up on smack
Booze and fags
This little girl
Who had every thing
But not enough to be her saving grace
With little choice
Wednesday 10th February 2016 11:05 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Drowned |
Where yesterday, they lay unbound within
that pit of joy: skipping pleasure's eye shone:
processing o'er the virgin stars of night.
Uncleaved, the fruit, no cloven star reveals
but split between it's equal parts, seen
in critical comprehension; what perfect
in created form: forms patterns accidental.
As the bud yields to the bee, craving the light
it opens fully in it's natural innocence: ...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 10:29 pm
Also by jeremy young:ecce homo | the muslim's tale xviii | the muslim's tale xvii | the muslim's take xvi | the muslim's tale xv | the muslim's tale xiv | the muslim's tale xiii | the muslim's tale xii | the muslim's tale xi | the muslim's tale x | the muslim's tale ix |
outside the well - appointed house
screened by laurel, ivy clad
in its curving crescent discretion assured
a van pulled up like a culture shock
furniture unloaded, dogs through the door
with a lady in tow taking stock
and an antiques dealer, circling and jibing,
calculations, machinations like gamblers
at a cock fight, bending probing checking comparing.
Wednesday 10th February 2016 10:14 pm
Also by ray pool:RAILWAY NOSTALGIA | FIRE BABY | COTSWOLD STONE VILLAGES | MUSICIANS ON THE MOVE | IN THE PIZZA EXPRESS TRINITY ROAD WANDSWORTH | A RESTORER'S LOT |
a ripple in time
in the muddy waters of life.
Grey faces standing at the bus stop,
A watery sunset glows, pinkly golden,
I walk past and breath life into the scene
with a vapour of hope
escaping from my mouth,
lips stretching in a smile.
Wednesday 10th February 2016 8:06 pm
Tags: Dusk, happiness, life, sunset
Also by Jill Ashforth:The Waiting Room by Tindersticks |
A brightly guttering light draws me to the window.
Raindrops rebound from the sputtering street,
As a solitary, hunching figure runs, splashing, towards a waiting car,
Clutching a coat collar at the neck.
A grumbling bass growls in the darkness.
I look up again as the sky is slashed
With a streaking, silvery laceration.
A dissonant dull roaring again rolls across the sky,
Wednesday 10th February 2016 4:06 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Of Starlings | Poets Anonymous | They Are Not Gone | Event Horizon |
black lines under her eyes
tear stained pillow by the end of the night
and the smell of his cologne
lingering in the air for only a fraction of a second longer
for the day that she can let go and run
out of the dark mass some call heartbreak
when she can faithfully proclaim
that she will start the next day
and end it with a dry pillow in sight
Wednesday 10th February 2016 6:00 am
Tags: breakups, love, sadness
Can You Smile
While Eyes Still Groggy
Was Your Signature
Set Clocks Back
Seemed They Were Done
This Time Ticking
Wind Whispers Memories
Wednesday 10th February 2016 4:40 am
Also by GeeProcessor:TWO WORDS | POOF | NEEDY | UNICYCLE | FOOLSCAP | GOT LIFE? | THOSE DAMN DUCKS |
4:45 in the morning
a distant freight’s horn is blowing
at every street as a warning
get out of the way it’s saying
the market's wheels are still turning
I’m eating but still worrying
like hamsters waiting to be sold
to pad the pet store’s bank’s billfold
but I’m not valuable to hold
because I’m on my way to old
and my mind’s rebelliously bold
and I don’t believe w...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 3:04 am
Lay him on an ocean
Rock him on a wave
Cradle his sweet head
against the tempests and the raves
He’s the one who lifts me up
When I am going down
Give him peace and paradise
Or I will surely drown
Cover him with love
To keep him dry and warm
Look down from above
Behold the angel in my storm
Wednesday 10th February 2016 1:51 am
Also by R Miller:Cloud Watching | Gasping | Reminders |
fists and rigid
limbs as pulsing,
less we fuse
in sweet spring bulbs.
Tuesday 9th February 2016 10:11 pm
Tags: bed springs
Also by Stuart Buck:gingko | ensorcelled | window | ak | witness | 6/8/45 | dog | ash | last | library | s/t/r/o/b/e (a haiku) |
I went window shopping a couple of weeks ago, not planning on parting with any cash, but then, I saw these beauties. Three thoughts flashed in a state of instant wild excitement: 1. Starman. 2. Noel Fielding. 3. Give them to me nowwwwww! And then I thought of this - ENJOY!
I will wear them down the pub
I will shop in them at Sainsburys
I went to a book launch in them last week
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:59 pm
Tags: fashion, new boots, noel fielding, school, starman
Also by Anna Ghislena:Feedback |
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
Tags: child murder, cold blooded, dark, Death row, Execution, free verse, mur, Psychology, psychopath
Also by Bethany Mae:The Psychopath | The Psychopath | The Psychopath | The Psychopath |
They barely seem to move at all
the stars who are so shy
while you lie down to rest your head
they glide across the sky
to say I Love You
Good seas but for a cruel moon
would lie down and find peace
by a land they all must cleave to
kiss soft and never cease
to say I love You
Of this timeless eternity
sublime shall songbirds sing
to offer all...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 8:58 pm
Also by ADAM WHITWORTH:Haiku | Flowers On The Ground | In The Old Fence-Post Was A Perfectly Round Hole. | Stars |
this hug is for when
the roof caves in
the walls depart
and the void within
crushes your heart
this hug is for when
the dark creeps in
you cry at night
and the hurt within
blocks out light
this hug is for when
the day steps in
all exhaustion filled
and the tiredness within
makes you cold and chilled
this hug is for when
the roof caves in
the dark creeps in
and the day ste...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 8:10 pm
Also by Colin Hill:insignificant haiku | McPigeons | come rescue me | I had this dream | On Crwbin | little blonde boy blues | "a pillow of winds" | losing things |
I've noticed recently how many more people listen to the message of a poem if I put a tune to it, so here's a recording with music.
They told me when I started school
I had to join a line.
There's one for girls and one for boys
I asked them which was mine.
They asked me if my mother raised
A daughter or a son,
They sent me to the corner, where
I made a line of one.
And the line for the gi...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 5:45 pm
Diving in deep
Escaping the estuary
On the littoral
Wiping off persona
with the towel of horizon
In the sacred sands
Reflection of her
Salinity of the Sea
Entangled raven hair-locks
Murmuring moist lips
Bosom hooked in shells
And scaled turquoise tail
Words of wisdom
Learned in the
Kingdom of Marines
Safe from sharks
Familiar fins and gills
Shall not ...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 3:06 pm
When you're angry at the world,
Coming closer to the edge,
Just remember who you are,
And step back from that ledge
Your heart, it emanates a love
So pure, and full of light,
And like the moon, illuminates
The darkest of nights
Sometimes the joy is hard to find,
You feel you can't hold on,
Have faith in life and stay a while,
The journey's just begun
Tuesday 9th February 2016 7:39 am
Precious time...wasted time....sands of time...
All just lost time savagely slipping away
Like a masochistic god mercilessly ruling over us
No regard for our wants or desires
We beg him to slow down and allow us to revel in a moment
We plead with him to speed up and help heal our hurt
We cry out desperately for just one more day
We come away always ignored
Monday 8th February 2016 10:11 pm
Also by Nicole:Richard |
Jesus went for a rather long walk
Through magpie faeces to the slaughterhouse
In the stench of hate
Hanging with religious gangrene
Cushioned in silent landscapes
Immersed silently with broken hope
Put away like broken dishes
A poetic riddle told what it could be,
Branches creaking like hands clapping
To the answer given.
Monday 8th February 2016 10:10 pm
Tags: Collage Poem, Jesus, Stockport Write Out Loud
In a bitter late winter’s light
On a smoggy backdrop of the sun’s goodnight
Score of arcade pop and sirens sound
Cameras clicking and public astound
Consume the scene, they flock, they swarm
The show is now and now they perform
Like cooling tea in morning sun
They stroke the surface then swirl up as one
Tiny fibres, they vibrate the same
The silent mu...
Monday 8th February 2016 5:27 pm
Also by Isabel Hope:The Mixture's right |
I thought I was strong
When I came across you
Lying dead in a car
And a crowd looking on
I thought I would say
‘Out of the way
she needs CPR’
I thought I would say
'Let me have a go'
I thought I would
Step up to the plate
Be calm and collected
And bring you back,
Let you fight fate
You looked so fine
No mark, just slumped
Eyes closed, ...
Monday 8th February 2016 2:27 pm
Also by Michael J Piggott:Comfy | Dog |
Laced in memories
There was a love hidden here
A beauty laid low
Separated by the past
Winter coloured hills
Freckled in a shellshocked
There was a tenderness
Blowing open mouthed
Crumbling across time
Reflecting how much
They would have
Once been in love.
Colouring in the sky
Monday 8th February 2016 12:54 pm
A wall of defeat
On every side
Dictated to by giants
The mouse on the wheel
A thirty year chasm is inside me
Its mouth is wide open
Wanting my surrender
Waiting for dominance
A tiny crack has shown up
In the dam that holds back my future...
Sunday 7th February 2016 10:34 pm
Tags: mouse life running aimlessly hope fresh hope
Surging urging, brown, dense molass,
Upheaving through harbour gap,
Foaming deluge broken, unspent,
Over angular boulder castlement,
And with weighty mass continuing on,
To swell and play,
From the upwelling foray.
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:54 pm
Tags: Nature, Storm, Wales, Weather
Violation and depravity,
within isolation of this valley,
an extravagant medicine to take.
We pace the boulevard,
with no moral compass, neither
north or south in strip-sleazed haze.
Rolling violent dice
of drunken incomprehension,
morning sirens sing out my sin.
but the more I kneel before you,
the more you raise me to my feet.
What happens with us, st...
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:54 pm
Tags: Katypoetess, love, love poetry
Also by Katypoetess:The Temptation of St Anthony II |
Another day dawned,
The sunbeams wrenching Lucille back into the land of the living.
A groan, a stretch and a chance fart heralded the day,
As the dust fairies spread their wings.
She reached for her stick,
Briefly recalling that Henry always used to bring it to her
Before he'd shuffled off,
One last time,
Fifteen months ago.
It hadn't been the first time he'd ...
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:13 pm
Also by Jim Trott:The Gnome and his Snakes | And the Walls did Weep |
Returning to my hotel room
the way arrayed with artless dust
settling at my wood-chewed seat
crafting a plan to hatch this eve
feeding the scar of cream curtain.
The depth of outside shatters within
voices ring out in stuck symmetry
the gramophone and a fiend's cackle
this draught declines my fervent plea
a brush so worn as to paint me cold.
Sunday 7th February 2016 7:17 pm
How beautiful and calm
Wind blowing ever so gently and sweet
Rubbing against my cheeks with so much comfort
Looking up above
Stars shinning ever so bright
Though a million miles above
Stil so near.
For a moment darkness feels friendly
With fear of the unknown
Knowing for sure in a moment
The break of dawn
You only last for a while
Sunday 7th February 2016 6:54 pm
Being homeless is not very nice,
To the people who pass you by,
They don't think twice.
They think you are a thug,
Spending what little money you have on drink and drugs!
You're not like that at all,
Just down on your luck, no-one to break your fall.
All you can do is sit in the shop doorway out on the street,
Begging for spare change for something to drink and eat.
Sunday 7th February 2016 6:02 pm
The Prelude to the weekend
where people drink till the wee hours of the night
hoping to finally take flight away from the stress of the past three days.
Knowing that these moments never last forever
that is why families stay tighter than leather.
fly under any weather.
Distance is obsolete when it comes to this family
varying directions we may be in our lives,
yet when we r...
Sunday 7th February 2016 5:28 pm
Tags: drinking, family, happiness, poetry, Thursday
Faces are dull, lamps are lit,
The room is black and I am alone,
Dreaming something but reality is different,
I don't know what's going to happen
I didn't know what will I do
Stand upon the stool
Or see in a mirror like a fool,
But I said to myself, 'I have to be cool'
Nothing seems to be different,
As I follow the same me,
I have no difference nor glee in me.
Everyone has come ...
Sunday 7th February 2016 3:58 pm
Tags: HOPE, LIFE, POSITIVE, POSITIVITY, POSSIBILITY, POSSIBLE
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