I am late as usual
I exit the green room as the music fades
I walk on stage to pin drop silence
I take a sip of wine and raise my arms
‘So you came to see a show?’
‘Well, here is your show’
I cross the stage to the turntable I had set up earlier
I lift the arm and drop the stylus onto the record
The static hisses and cracks and then Big O picks up...
Friday 27th November 2015 1:23 pm
Also by Stu Buck:soup | heavy shelling | a fine vintage | The Beverley Westwood UFO Adventure Club | shadow (a tanka horror story) | stain | bile | bite | once upon the sea of blissful awareness | mitochondrial blues | i got those human blues | marrow | shot | maps | blackbird | whisper | Les Bulot | Hvis Lyset Tar Oss | i got the sad sad blues | cineri gloria sera est |
Little Men walking the World
Some in suits
Some in rags
Some in drag
They have God
They have Guns
And Prophetic Sons
For things said
Spreaders of Words
Friday 27th November 2015 1:15 pm
Also by David Moore:Travelling light | Gargoyles | Terraforming | An endless storm | The Berlin Retreat | This side of the Sky | Might as well | Waiting to exhale | Un-friending | Slaves and Masters | Nursery Slopes | Idol | Tattoo you | The Bucket 'O' Blood | Forest Clearing | Banished | Tides | Cartography Kills | Remember Remember | Words | Forget The Parade | When Love Sleeps | Fiery Angels | November |
one of the powers in the world
is the thrust of Poetry -
the definitive Art of Words.
Perhaps a siren song of tonal syllables
running music through the mind;
an elusive vision caught with inspired imagery;
or a bold reality common to us all;
But especially the seductive expansion
of metaphysical meaning
whether deliberate or not.
we taste an...
Friday 27th November 2015 12:34 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:A Hard Line | Reflections on 'Aristotle's Poetics' |
Once I had a dog
I was her god, and that was scary
So much power
I could put her down
Tie her up in a dank basement
I shudder to think about it
Instead, I choose to love her
And when she died
Friday 27th November 2015 12:05 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen :world war 3 | leaves of fallen words | the last hospital stay | nothing | some doomsday | Paris by night | the stiff and a naked imp | what remains | 14/11 Paris | a bus ride | the last viking | a cloud`s romance | the winning game | adjourned | bagatelle | lady in red | rainbow nation |
And if one day
they make it back
to the alpine town
where they met
perhaps in vain,
for a bar called
Les Bons Amis
and the hostel
where she stayed.
Was it merely
to see her again
that he left one wheel
of his motobécane
locked up in her
or a way to foil
les voyous who
might for a lark
have nicked it?
Friday 27th November 2015 10:30 am
Small assassinations are drilling
making their points felt
deep into the bedrock
as mountains of trust give way
sink beneath other leviathans
fevers tempered by death
while the black hooded wait their turn.
Small assassinations take their toll
take comfort from power
feed on and off it from back rooms
an enemy must be found
Thursday 26th November 2015 11:19 pm
Tags: abuse of power
Also by ray pool:WHEN MARGARET MET RONALD | IN SHEPHERD'S BUSH W.12 | A RIDE ON THE FOOTPLATE OF LORD NELSON | THEY'RE LEAVING HOME | SERVICE WITH A SMILE | ser | ser | THE UNPROTECTED STREET | SOUTHERN ELECTRIC | THE DAY THE CLOUDS CAME | POWER CUT | THE WISDOM OF THE UPRIGHT SPINE | WHAT'S THE TIME ON MARS? | DOVERCOURT BAY HOLIDAY CAMP 1950 | GOLF: THE REAL STORY part the second | GOLF: THE REAL STORY | AN EVENING AT THE RITZ BALLROOM BRIGHOUSE WITH THE JOE LOSS ORCHESTRA | MONOPOLY BLUES | WAITING WITH SAD PATIENCE | IN A FUNNY SORT OF WAY | BEHIND THE WHEEL | ON V.E. DAY | WHEN BUGSY SIEGEL MADE THE BIG TIME | WE'RE MAKING REAL PROGRESS | THE GATE OF THE RISING SUN | THE FOG | LITTLE GIRL IN LOVE | ON THE NORTHERN LINE |
comrade osborne and the little red book
The chancellor’s autumn statement
and McDonnell’s quoting Mao!
It’s a joke. A jest. A jolly jape
to illustrate just how
George is selling off our assets
to global profiteers
and the Chinese state is buying up
the things which we hold dear
while the media says... nothing
a conspiracy of silence
on illiterate economics
and structural state viol...
Thursday 26th November 2015 10:02 pm
Tags: autumn statement, mao, osborne, politics
Also by steve pottinger:21st c. enlightenment blues |
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We didn’t have much money but none of us did then;
I hope we never see those austere times come back again.
But Mam and Dad both did their best for Linda and for me
So once a year we’d take the train for Skeggie-by-the-Sea.
We packed our sheets and blankets and put-ups for our bunks
But worst of all embarrassments we packed the woolly trunks.
The woolly trunks were legend; m...
Thursday 26th November 2015 8:10 pm
Also by John Coopey:TRIG'S BROOM | A TRIP TO THE ZOO | RYAN AIR 2 | THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN |
Thursday 26th November 2015 7:33 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:Instincts | Bone Marrow | I Nearly Need | No RSVP Required | Black Velvet | World | Friend | God Save Us | Unspoken Trust | The Thesaurus Rex | Bad Ass Bass Angel | Just Another Guy | Upside Down Sky | Strip Light | Q&A's | Powerful Dress | Polyvinyl Acetate Pig | If I Were A Word | Rust Never Sleeps |
With a nod to Edward Thomas.
Yes - I remember Derek Hatton...the name
Because one political summer of heat
The media drew up there interestedly.
The Party hissed. Many votes left and few votes came
To that bare platform
What I recall is Hatton...just the name.
Thursday 26th November 2015 5:52 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:DO YOU BELIEVE? | PARIS - FRIDAY 13 NOV. 2015 | UNCHARITABLE THOUGHTS (1) | UNCLE NICK | BEST INFORMED | FOR JENNY | THE LAST OF THE PAST | HAND OVER |
She should have moved on a few winters ago
Warmth spreads, like a slow fire
Little embers of coal, gasping to warm her cold fingers
Hardened nails, rough hands familiar only with washing dishes
Which should have been soaked by unfeeling
Which never felt the warmth of salon heated water
Pampered and polished
Buffed, pink soft fingers.
Thursday 26th November 2015 9:39 am
Also by Preeti:Money Talks |
I should find
some way to combine
the lightness of these giggles
and earnest, loaded questions,
this freedom, ropes of light,
my sorrow, pounded wisdom.
I should move
between the child who wants
just to be fickle, tickling, gaping,
and this silent, throbbing person
whose torments are my own.
Red leaves are rotting under too much care.
Can we tilt
Thursday 26th November 2015 1:10 am
Agape and gasping
as a freshly caught fish
flung roughly to the grassy bank
comfortable but nonetheless dying
my sweating skin dries,
a sickly sweet pungency
my crucial atmosphere so close,
a fathomless chasm distant.
I lose my precious sense of self,
dirt and decay seeps into pores
then my path appears,
but palpable confus...
Wednesday 25th November 2015 8:49 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Itheist | Treize | Row A Seat 1 | Kit and Caboodle | Beware the Pen | Cur | November |
Nicotine is my queen,
She will be with me allways ,
But she treats me so mean,
Shes wot i want allways,
My freedom i want to redeem,
But im her prisoner allways.
She stands there with her hand on her hip, and licking her lip
I cant refuse a kiss.
Im calling out mayday,
I cant keep this
bitch at bay.
She stole my soul,
Now im stuck
in this tobacco hell hole.
Shes between my finger...
Wednesday 25th November 2015 10:35 am
Also by Robyn Valentine:Lust lies | A crack in love | Step back | A soft touch | That first kiss | Through the night | Life, love and lust. |
The trouble with Derek
was that he was a socialist
The trouble with Derek
was that he was working class
that he was from Liverpool
The trouble with Derek
was that he thought quickly
that he spoke quickly
that he had a sense of humour
The trouble with Derek
was that he had the support
of those that elected him
that he had a mandate
Wednesday 25th November 2015 9:27 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:will there be anything else...? | "sir?" | Anonymous | (untitled) | Deeply breathing | Deeply breathing |
I wrote this many years ago in response to a newspaper article covering a party in celebration of an arms deal.
The company involved had been sponsoring a town council
and it was also acting as a registered charity sponsoring schools.
Wednesday 25th November 2015 9:05 am
Tags: arms trade, bullets, camouflage, champagne, collateral damage, missilesLuimneach Numero Un: Death By a Thousand Cuts | Charade | Haiku numero un |
life is but a dance,
from the fast to the slow
from the heartbreaking to the breath taking
we live a dance
work is merely the box step
going round and round again
ralationships are like the conga
kick a leg out only to bring it back again
life is just a dance
prosicution of the steps are key
if you fail you need to get back into the rythm of success
Wednesday 25th November 2015 2:44 am
Also by Gypno:once in a dream | friends | rivers | alone | push on |
Upon the broken machine I looked
And thought" It's well and trully..." .
Feel free to add the last word yourselves
Tuesday 24th November 2015 8:33 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet::The Little Guy (For Louie) |
Only on grounds of seniority
You try to assume authority
But mind that
Though for a century
Under water comfortably sat,
Swim like a fish
A stone can't!//
With no effort to acquire knowledge, at times some members of the old staff undermine the young staff !
Tuesday 24th November 2015 2:24 pm
Tags: Arrogance conceit
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Who is the saint? | What a turn of fate! | A shifting goal post | Devil could not be God |
The Snowflake Poem
A form of infinite beauty
A creation unlike any other,
Every crystal a masterpiece
Of design never to be repeated,
Crafted in the greatest architecture
But so transiently and fleetingly seen.
One flake of individual beauty
Made to melt and be lost forever,
Every frosted fern just gone
With no trace left behind,
One of nature’s greatest ...
Tuesday 24th November 2015 1:45 pm
I’m looking for a holiday.
I’m surfing on the internet.
I want a little getaway,
a place I haven’t been yet.
I hit on this site
-‘s got lovely colour photos,
the prices are all right,
there’s lotsa countries you can go.
It’s called: Culturerelaxationandadventurepackageworld.com. Culturerelaxationandadventurepackageworld.com
That’s C-R-A-P-World dot com.
CRAP WORLD! CR...
Tuesday 24th November 2015 12:56 pm
Tags: climate change, extinction, holidays, Pollution
Also by Tim Ellis:No Warning | Fracking Hell! | Speak The Unspeakable |
Mister Watts and I are struggling to persuade
the venerable ladies of Cottingham Library
to let us loose on the good book borrowers
of Cottingham and Mister Watts and I
are so very dedicated to our craft. That
of poetry and our recitals even though I say
so myself are very entertaining. We have that
Pizzazz. But the esteemed ladies pass on our
details to anot...
Monday 23rd November 2015 7:39 pm
Also by Peter Knaggs:in which I am asked to name the man in the moon | The Competition | The Interviewers | The Sesh | Mackerel and Bell | We have enough information to get lost | Bilderbergs |
runs the blue
of the Greta,
running fast for May,
tinted bronze with replenished stock.
Down by the weeping willows,
where wagtails ponder with a need for insects,
underneath the canopies draping with lavish plenty,
in a dub, deeper by a foot -
he transpires in the brook,
about roughly two foot long,
Monday 23rd November 2015 3:48 pm
Also by David Addington:Dividing the corners (a prose poem type stream of consciossness thing) 97' | If (a song lyric) | Up int' Pool | Making a blog and what a good site this is | WHERE WE LAST MET | From Evolution (95) | Thoughts on parsley | Thoughts of a 'pea' | ANOTHER WORLD (Inspired by the poems of Adrian Henri) 97' | HISTORIC AGE OF EXCELLENCE (1996) | IN – BETWEEN DAY (an ansgt poem of the 90's) | The Bass (96) | INFLUENZA (95) | BAT - (MAN) | Kingdom of the fells | A Galaxy far, far away... (first draft 2015) | Campfire song | ROADWORKS (97) | Preponderance of GOD (type thing) | Haiku | Restless Spirit (first ever poem written 1991) | http://SURF'S UP.mmm (1997) | On Visiting Rome | Disappointments | Rob the train | On a visit to Amsterdam in 2006 | Southend DeNiro | Peak – Y – appetite (Matlock, 1998) | 18A IN KESWICK (1995) | As Sala malai kum | Genevive (1998) | On the dole in Workington (1995) | X-ray specs (97) | Tuna chaos (1995) | Sunbathing (1995) 20th anniversary edition | St Christopher's court (student accommodation) (1998) | A man walks into a pub... (1999) | The lonely Roman (For Auden, 97) | S & R NONSENSE (messing with a dictionary) | Waiting for Old Smoothy | A bit of a do at the poetry café | M. O. T. (self-portrait, 1998) | Damp day in the Lakes 97' | Ode to a friend |
I don’t like poems
or the way
a flickering candle
lights Emily Bronte’s face.
you have just
smashed my glass heart
that you will
cut me with
until I’m a bleeding
Monday 23rd November 2015 10:09 am
Also by Ralph Dartford:Columbia Road |
gills for success
high on cold moon ether
blue ribbons tie the best
Marked and made for slaughter
Picked and packed for dollhouse daughters
I have known captivity in my escape
living in fleshy detritus (if you'd call me alive)
Paralyzing empty flashing printer lights
terror tears would carry us (abandoned by our tribe)
beacons on a sea of fast food bags and cowardice
Sunday 22nd November 2015 8:42 pm
Tags: not sure where i was going with this
Also by Zach Dafoe:4300 (11/15/2015) | John Wayne 1613 (11/05/2015) |
Crimson, shining, wet.
It pools around my feet,
Weaving through the valleys of my toes.
Warm to the touch.
Beauty found in the form of creation:
I created this. I brought this to the surface.
Allowed it to travel my hills and valleys;
Emotions running over my knees
Hate dripping off my thigh
Love contouring my wrists.
Power found in the smallest of object...
Sunday 22nd November 2015 7:14 pm
Also by MusicPoet:Stabbed | absence |
Bordering On The Ridiculous.
We’re leading up to Christmas,
The season of goodwill,
The bombings and the shootings,
There’s someone there to kill.
The global situation,
The terror is the street.
And half a million refugees,
Are voting with their feet.
You can’t equate our village life,
With Syria or worse,
Our lives must seem like heaven,
Saturday 21st November 2015 11:16 pm
Outside a warm room
In some middle-class place
The kettle clicks.
A steaming latte
Warms contented lips.
Saturday 21st November 2015 9:45 pm
Tags: Latte, savour the fall
Also by J F Keane:Atlas Shrugged |
Poor Old Alfie,
was so un'ealthy,
'e never watched 'is 'ealth,
'e buys dogfood,
for 'is doggie,
But 'e eats it all 'imself.
So 'is doggie,
'e gets 'ungry,
An' 'e eats Alfie's bed,
Now when Alfie,
'e got nowhere to lay 'is 'ead.
Saturday 21st November 2015 8:19 am
Also by Ledger de la Bald:Leisure (After W.H.Davies) | Ode To Ted | You | Moving On |
Their behaviour was quite idiotic
Concerning the antibiotic
Jabbing swig after swig
Into fattening pig
Leaving future bug-battling chaotic
Friday 20th November 2015 10:44 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:Anything they can do we can do.....? |
Carried on the wings of a breeze,
Lost in space
Breeze turns to gale
Murmurings become screams and
Only God knows!
Friday 20th November 2015 7:04 pm
Also by Anita Connor:Who is this sod called God? | Bow window | Fish in the fog! | The light is brighter | Who am I? | Feeling loved |
So blissfully free
A mind liberated from
The future yet unravelled
These the days of splendour
Days of measured wealth
They are reference points
In later years
They become the thing we strive for
When dreams have woken
When mortality is realised
And with it the true value
Of what it means to be free
This is youth
Friday 20th November 2015 3:53 pm
Also by Joyti:FRU | In the still of night life lives | Imagined Art | We Are The Drunk | Re-Smile | Milk Whisky Coffee | Of Wolf and Man | Slow Death |
A weakened soul replicates an owl
concerned this delicate branch will fail
lay still, perturbed to retrace
today's shift a far off place
eventually will arrive in its own time
if one awakens to save face
A constant sorrow known too well
frequently isolated constant spell
not to mention that fateful word
down in the dungeon unheard
way down where the brave men g...
Friday 20th November 2015 4:54 am
Also by PatricioLG:Magnus | Damn Garden | Ghosts are the past | Bot or Not ? | Need to write | Hated but Loved | I hear the Woodpecker | Moonlit Lake | Love is peace | Man | Seasoned | Wear a poppy? | Same year, Worlds apart | Looking out of the window | I write coz | The November line | Troubled sleep | Sausage |
There's nothing I like more
Than standing in a queue
And watching all the other tills speed up to get folk through.
Or walking with the dog
And throwing him a ball
Which he ignores to chase some sheep by leaping o'er a wall.
I take delight, you know,
In ev'ry crowded place
Where strange assorted weirdos meet to fill my personal space.
And my idea of fun
Is listening t...
Thursday 19th November 2015 8:33 pm
From Facebook came a Croc of Shit
To read and click and share
No longer I'll put up with it
Accused that I 'don't care'
"Share this if you have a heart"
"If you 'like' please type 'Amen'"
It stinks more than a day old fart
To read this shit again.. again.. again
I don't care if you send a curse
Wrath of God and all his might
One Direction would be worse
Thursday 19th November 2015 7:43 pm
Tags: facebook, shit, shite, Social media, spammers
Also by Daniel Dwyran:DEALS ON WHEELS | THE PLACE WHERE ONLY DEAD MEN SLEEP |
in our own ways
we all break
when we’re apart
I saw the light one evening
what was I doing
when I should have been
in our own ways
we all break
I face myself fully
face all I’ve done
And tell myself
we all break
Thursday 19th November 2015 5:09 pm
Tags: self reflection
We’ll never rest after stating: we can’t
We need a short common word composite
Let’s make a global one love people’s chant
Not big media but the opposite
They want our minds to stay in their big box
They’re kind of good at scaring everyone
What they can really do good is kick rocks
They want to make sure to sell every gun
They’ll have us think Bill, young wo...
Thursday 19th November 2015 4:30 pm
Also by brandon sproule:Old News for my Gen. X |
I get drunk among no company
and use a pithy pen
to inadequately dress
the dot to dot;
searching for a parable
I try to sketch it out
while himself is falling softly
through the cogs.
Salty dog all grey and grief,
half a life and all his love
lie dusty in three pots
upon the sideboard.
Thursday 19th November 2015 1:58 pm
Summer’s End, Turvin Moor to Cragg Vale
The long dry spell affects me
Peat desiccated and dusty taking the shine off my boots
White sand blown and banked at the path sides into small dunes
Quartz scoured from rock outcrops peppers the peat hags
Heather flowers faded from purple to brown husks clinging to clothing
Collon Bobs with ash coloured stems petrified by last winter’s burn...
Thursday 19th November 2015 11:37 am
Also by Graham Ramsden:Picking snails by moonlight |
The Yearning - Broken
Breaking news to a breaking people,
‘MISTER JONES FELL OFF HIS STEP LADDER TODAY!’
Three rungs up he were it seems,
Three rungs up for a three foot fall and only if,
Did I want to emulate his fame.
Names of celebrities graced my
Paper of international worth,
Someone new had made it to the top,
Someone blue had...
Wednesday 18th November 2015 1:45 am
It is the darkest of dark
An inky black of Carbon Sea
Where sky and water are of one
Where hell in its fury is unleashed
As it sweeps and swaggers
Upon all it surveys
Fury set ablaze
Its shadow cast upon sea and land
Every man, woman or child that falls
Beneath its breath
Beneath its gaze that witness
The spark and crackle of r...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 10:46 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Summers such as these |
I wanted to share this dialogue from the movie Paris, Texas
"He just left her there
and went back to bed
and lay there listening to her scream
and he listened to his son scream
and he was surprised at himself
because he didn't feel anything any more
all he wanted to do was sleep
and for the first time
he wished he were far away
lost in a deep vast country
where nobody knew him
Tuesday 17th November 2015 10:32 pm
Also by Colin Hill:well seasoned | these are a few of the things I don't do | needy poem | treasure | honey pot | just saying | shuttershock | Rodeo Rider | sleep quarters | a sorrowful of heartaches |
I was kind of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.
Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.
The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.
So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me if I s...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 12:43 pm
Tags: along, always, answer, before, change, fantasy, forever, Forgive, found, hoping, I, me, music, never, pardon, place, prayer, song, special, standing, stare, time, you
Also by Allen Jo Mathews:A Dream Come True | My Baby Boo |
Paris, 13 November 2015
I weep for you, Paris,
Every beautiful boulevard,
Every humble street
Whose pavements so often have welcomed my feet –
Every drop of blood shed;
Every beating heart dead;
Every au revoir said –
Your heart-beat is mine, too:
Paris, I weep for you –
And WE say to hate: you will never destroy
Good. And we SHALL sing for joy ...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 7:17 am
I’m not sure if anyone feel like this,
Like you wanted to sleep for a thousand years.
Or just not exist,
Or just not be aware that you do exist.
I am Happy.
I as Sad.
And I can’t still figure out why.
It's so strange because sometimes,
I think you need both to find peace
Like light and dark,
One can not exist without the other.
It’s much easier not t...
Tuesday 17th November 2015 3:18 am
Also by Keebler The Elf:Lost Smile |
A wolf turned human
Is given papers,
A leather carrying case,
A chair and desk
At which to gnaw
His new chains.
Monday 16th November 2015 10:43 pm
Also by Tom Harding:November | Cat | Late Night |
Death at the Bataclan - Not in Our Name!
Flowers now fill your bullet holes
A tribute to the victims who perished
A city on the edge but not on it’s own
Beirut, Mali and Ankara, to name but a few
But they’re not on our door step
So they’re not as well known
And of course Tunisia
Where we lost a lot of our own
Hanging from windows
Dodging bullets and bombs
They only went to a concer...
Monday 16th November 2015 9:15 pm
You can't hurt the boy
Who wished himself dead,
And he can't silence the thoughts
Inside of his head.
Haunted by his memories,
His thoughts clouded by sadness,
he sinking into depression,
Falling into madness.
He needs a change of scenery,
Something has to give,
Before he lets up
And forgets how to live
This town had killed his happiness,
He once seemed to glow.
The pain he hid...
Monday 16th November 2015 5:08 pm
Also by Eric:The heartless child wanders | I just don't know what to do anymore | My soul seeks to be free | Grow together | Back into my mind I go | Move With the World's Flow |
As i convincingly arch my back and pretend that you have adequately pleased me
you politely stick around a while
and pretend that you'll call me.
A peerless moment of precise clarity as the door closes behind you.
Next time just do it yourself Jade.
Monday 16th November 2015 3:31 pm
Also by Jade Johannsen:(untitled) |
And the spirit of youth
Share it - let go of your cares
Fly your kite with a passion
and ignore the dull fashion
to stay indoors – Get some fresh air
Make freedom your aim
Gape in awe as it sails in the breeze
Allow a smile to your face
And give daydreams some space
Just watch out for lightning and trees
Monday 16th November 2015 7:56 am
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