~I didn’t want a sister.
An attention seeking, always shrieking, barely speaking
ball of snot.
I didn’t want a sister.
I never asked for Igle Pigle to dance and prance before my eyes
taking up my valuable TV slot.
I just did not want a sister.
A stroppy nine year old, boisterous and bold, who was
never willing to do as they were told,
I thought I would soon be forgot.
I didn’t want a s...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 3:37 pm
Also by Eva Curless:Beanstalk | School. | The Ones We Call Leaders | Rabbit in the Headlights | Heavy Footed | Barbie Doll | Every Day Battles | Flander's Fields. |
If I die I won’t have to worry
About alien invasion and unclear fission
A meltdown with some flying saucers
And laser-beamed annihilation
If I die I won’t have to worry
About pandemics and dodgy medics
An online virus like E-bo-la
Coughing up blood like cherry-co-la
If I die I won’t have to worry
About runny poos and chicken flus
Asteroids and bloo...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 2:41 pm
Also by Colsibabes:Big Black Clouds | Just How it Feels | Take it Out 4am | Sibling Rivalry | Eyesore | Stir Fried Emotions | cutting down trees with small blades | Lisa Says | Yellow Triumph Dolomite | I'll give you money | Sex in Cars (the process) | Sex in Cars (a quickie before bedtime) | Up for Sale | Miklos Panos | Fun in a Fiat 500 | no idea why | From a Faded Photo of a Little Boy | Albino Poem | Glue PhotoPoem | Goodbye Gunter | Spine PhotoPoem | Love You PhotoPoem |
10am - I peel back my moth eaten eye curtains;
recoil from brash bright light; fight to pull my
security blanket back over my lead head and
snuggle into the comfort of my bed. As the room
around me spins like a merry-go-round (minus the
merry), my head feels so heavy. Suddenly conscious
my tongue is a prune – I long for the tap, I sit up too soon.
The ceiling crashes dow...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 1:18 pm
Also by Natfastic:Love Me; Let Me Be | You Bore Me | Reravelling | FUN! | My Pretty | On the Lake | A Learning Love | Everything Changes | I Used to be Defensive | Oh, But I Am Not |
I wanted to be a singer of popular tunes, but I didn’t have
The voice for it, sounded like humpback a whale’s mating
call it was said; how would they know I swam with whales
along the coast of Alaska in my younger days, only gave it up
when a flipper was damaged by a propeller
A school friend became a singer made money travelling
around fairs singing what was in ...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 11:16 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :Nepal | self repressing | moon and sun | dream reality | mie | Parisians | BEAUTY THE SIGHT | all about writing | the loving feeling | the race thing | Athens | recorder | meandering in Pireaus | spring sonnet | gone ashore | the ocean | our tolerance | poetry reading sonnet | Lonely Christmas | Costa Rica | published poet | the money note | the author | dispossessed |
As I pass then parry with haste
You may be much bigger
but your size is a waste.
Take that and twice more
As I parry with plume
You’ll never defeat me
you say with a boom.
And back you swine!
I assert with a lunge
And back, and back,
away you vile gunge.
Mal-parry and I wince
His line it fell true
Redoublement be damned
I had t...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 9:03 am
amid the scrunch and phut
and patter and putt
and the squeak of my right boot
complaining at it's over use
I limp through the rain
and think of all the reasons
I love poetry
but they are the scrunch and phut
and patter and putt
of limping through the rain
in an anorak hood
with my left boot
laughing at the rights over use
Tuesday 28th April 2015 1:33 am
Also by jeremy young:in praise of wb yeats | africa | sonnet of the hanged man | behind the hedge | for a dead child | litter | alernate past | coppery lunch | school disco | please don't say that | spitting in the street | lomographic sound poem | art day | I saw the light - 1 | elliott poems 2 | elliott poems 1 | eli | ennui | dawdling | buxom | bow bell | normal for boys | stonepile | warham fort | dales | paralax | spirits |
Time has erased your younger shell
Still the beauty that is you oozes to the surface, gleaming through a weaker frame
Your hands tell many tales, the one of strength tower all else
Toil, pain and tenacity…..what I see from a distance
I see a woman loved clothed with the pigment of courage
With a life time of wisdom enveloped in her wrinkles
Unwilling to fold under life’s neve...
Monday 27th April 2015 11:11 pm
Tags: beneath beauty surface within inside love
I looked into his lying eyes.
I cried to him:Why!?
I wanted my voice
to shake the air
and beat against the door
of his inexcuseabilty
a reason to open it
and ask for forgiveness.But no.
Mine were going to be
the lips his betraying mouth
would never kiss again.
Monday 27th April 2015 11:06 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Shadowed | Royal Telegram | Reprieved! | Keeping the 'ME' faith | Drained | Out of the blue | Towards the shoulders of a giant | Them outpacing us | Romancing the Orb | observing grown ups | moi-warts and all! | from looking cool to chemotherapy | oh no! I've fallen for the same old shite-again! | Grave concerns | my give-a-shit just retired | beware the cross hairs | Hanging the gloves up | Remedy | never too late | Using you to use me | La Luna | Westminster Wolf |
I lay under white smothered duvet
Beneath folds and creases
Fighting coughs and sneezes
Until at last
I snooze and creep
Doze and sneak
Far away from the illusive vaunted
Much talked about sleep
That of a dark Calling
Into a chasm
Into the deep
At last encased and shrouded
Or wanting to move
Monday 27th April 2015 10:48 pm
Also by Martin Elder:The Truth | There was a time | There was a time | Die tomorrow |
The smell of sex and stale cigarettes, Two bodies connected in life and death, Chapped lips meet between the sheets, Lust in our bones, the Reaper in the air. How rare an oxymoron, neither with clothes on, We follow recreation with deadly inhalation, Skin touching skin, lips wrapped around uncertainty, Two separate entities leaned inwards somehow gently, Feeling so alive, ...
Monday 27th April 2015 10:07 pm
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(As Verger at Selby Abbey one of my responsibilities is to ensure the Eternal Sanctuary candle remains lit. The first two lines are familiar to me so I may have poached them. Suggestions from whom?)
God made the hawk; He made the dove
And neither with a lesser love;
So hence there can be little doubt
He made me let the candle out.
Monday 27th April 2015 9:30 pm
Also by John Coopey:DAVE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE | BORDERS | Legs | LIKE A VERGER |
Her eyes were stern
For each wrong I did
Whenever my wants hiked
Her wish-list got buried
Eternal place was her womb
Out I am in a far-off land
That lap is a "Silhouette"
Abided by values; he taught
What life ought to earn
Those spectacles scolded me
For "habits" had to learn
Desk is clean; though silent
Newspaper is lying unfolded
Monday 27th April 2015 5:45 pm
Also by Juhi Gupte:Ever since I met him | Equinox |
Just when you think everything is going bad. But then you think? Is this suppose to happen? Is this a test? Because right now im failing. You need to show them your indendence, show them how much you have matured. You are not the same person you were three years ago. Show everyone who doubted you, that they were wrong. You dont need them or their help. Show them that whatever they threw at you ...
Monday 27th April 2015 4:08 pm
Also by michelle hatten:family problems | sadness with anger |
From so long ago
I have sailed
through so many storms
created by my own inadequacies.
my lifes passenger
held on faithfully
no matter how rough
Your beleaguered belief in me
became the star
able to guide us
to a destiny.
The calm waters
Monday 27th April 2015 9:36 am
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:9teen6ties pill popping pussy hunter | Wearer of shit tinted glasses | beer house bust up | Running on empty | Man |
A New Beginning
In this life there are many paths,
some of them may lead you to the past.
It is like a never ending spiral,
Love to me has never been so vital.
Why do I return to the past?,
A thousand years of darkness, I see a light at last.
It gets brighter every step I take,
After all, there is a decision I have to make.
Why are the hardest thing and the rig...
Monday 27th April 2015 12:49 am
Also by Jonathan Piedra Rodríguez:The Spiritual Battle |
The Ghosts of Old York
In almost two millenia
you could say
little has changed
does little for the poor
who still beg
on the streets
where Constantine once walked
Red tinged walls
of tormented souls
in Clifford’s Tower
tell of barbaric times
so the folklore goes
Overlooking the majestic Ouse
where boats ferry passengers
just like they always did
Sunday 26th April 2015 9:04 pm
Also by Jeffarama!:I thought this was the UK!! |
breaks the ayre waves,
dried, applied on graveyard days.
make me painted brave,
a white ghost haunting,
hunting for a resting place
gilded and gliding,
rankless and writhing
chained up to the tides of better ways.
coming, going, lapsing and lapping
pleased as a summers day
to soak up, dabbing away
the vibrant laughlines of the world.
Draining, drawing, determined,
Sunday 26th April 2015 6:36 pm
Tags: worst best horsekiller history
Also by Zach Dafoe:short n sweet | shared (aug/sept 2013) | Removed the Silver Ring (04/12/2015) | Tiny Tim 0716 | Kimura 1 | First Laugh, Last Laugh | notes 3 | Let's Talk, WoL | Late Night Acousma | speech oil (03/31/2015) | 14/30 (04/01/2015) |
a sigh of relief is leaving me
I can concetrate now, finally
a statue standing on the jetty
the lake’s slow wash below the boards
I feel freer now than ever
more than I could have been back there
I don’t know how you toil on
those boiling days below the city
tinned-life crammed together without air
You wrote of the love you found
that you always dreamed w...
Sunday 26th April 2015 6:07 pm
Also by Tom:Kelvingrove Memories | Division Street |
I sat beside you on that fateful day,
As they sutured your wrists in A&E,
Their failure to keep you safe,
Was no failure of ours or me,
For try as we may to get you help,
Their ears were as deaf as their eyes,
Now we sit..... in our tortured state,
In the hollow your passing creates,
You will always be with us inside our hearts,
For as long as our minds wi...
Sunday 26th April 2015 5:31 pm
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'Mummy, do you ever wonder why we're here?'
His four year old eyes are completely sincere,
and he follows this up, to make sure I get it,
'Not just here in this room, but here, on this planet?'
'Oh mate,' I say slowly, 'that's a great question,'
all the while trying to come up with a plausible suggestion,
but knowing he'll catch me if I tell lies,
I have to be h...
Sunday 26th April 2015 4:41 pm
Also by Lea:Flesh of my Flesh | Thank You Dorothy | Existential Rambling | Whoosh! | Ballad of Cool and Sad |
Think you'll be in the Manchester area around the second week of May? How about Worcester? Are you going to be in Halifax or Sheffield before that, or London or Wales later on?
If so... come out to one of my gigs. It'll be a laugh.
They're listed at http://www.JeffCottrill.com.
Huzzah and whatnot.
Sunday 26th April 2015 3:25 pm
Poor Alice turned seventeen on the day that she passed away, her funeral was held on a bleak, overcast day in mid-winter, no cards were sent, nobody ever took the time to know her name, the church was isolated, only a small handful of mourners came, her coffin, an old wooden crate which was donated by a local shopkeeper, lay barren of flowers, as barren as the ancient trees in the churchyard, ...
Sunday 26th April 2015 2:06 am
Also by Tony Kasazkaja:Through The Eyes Of Innocence | I Think I Know You | Next Year Will Be Different | Memories Of A Soldier | The Hero A Nation Forgot |
ilare uccello calunniato
Caught in the moment,
there is no way of knowing
who might have blinked first –
the old man or his visitant,
the bright, crested
ambivalent bird. A few
implying a workspace,
the room is otherwise
the reciprocal stare
of two survivors.
The eyes of one are stoical,
but lit by a...
Saturday 25th April 2015 6:20 pm
Also by David Cooke:Local Music | For Howlin' Wolf in Heaven | The Fly Past | In Loco Parentis | Weisz | Urban | Nothing | The Ice House |
Being in love is different from loving someone,
One's a familiar, comfortable cocoon
Warm and tucked in, like a glass of
One's a shot of tequila, followed by others
Pure adrenaline, trailing hot kisses
Till your toes tingle.
One's good to come home to
Saturday 25th April 2015 12:56 pm
Also by Preeti:Obligatory |
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Cabs all uniform in their shape.
Good galleries make one gape.
Hard-going people on the move -
Things matter much in this groove.
About the weather lots of moans.
Solicits stuck on pay-phones.
Summer weather - not bad, I’ve felt.
Saturday 25th April 2015 11:24 am
Also by David Franks: Walkabouts Verse:WEEKLY WAV 193 OF 230: THE 35TH MORPETH NORTHUMBRIAN GATHERING - SPRING 2002 |
(Prior to becoming the Lancashire Fusiliers the Regiment had been known as the 20th Regiment of Foot often recorded in Roman numerals as: XX Foot. Lancashire Fusiliers often referred to themselves as 'Two Tens' and the old timers still do today).
25 April 1915
World War I – Gallipoli
1st Battalion Lancashire Fusiliers
3 Companies, 1,029 men
1 mission - W Beach
4:00 a.m. shi...
Saturday 25th April 2015 1:25 am
Tags: Gallipoli,Lancashire Fusiliers
Also by Shirley-Anne Kennedy:For Fox Sake! |
black crows white sheets,
orange eyes, ivory beaks
grey slabs crimson blood
green spears brown corpse,
yellow puss pink tongue
blue skies gold sun,
black crows white sheets.
© Graham Sherwood 04/2015
Friday 24th April 2015 9:20 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Up Marden | Petrichor | Sky Anger | Easter Haiku | Virtual Realm |
05/04/15 - 24) Disembarkation, then to Customs and Immigration
Scan you passport and four fingers
Answer four questions, it's quick, nobody lingers
Bag collected passport stamped am I'm away
To "Welcome back sir have a nice day".
Friday 24th April 2015 7:14 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:Trev does Texas again 2015: Departure Day |
In honor of National Poetry Month, the team at The Bath Outlet have let the creative juices flow and unleashed their poetic powers to produce some bathroom-inspired poetry!
Showers in April
By: Jessica Akiya
April is a time for showers
Outside for plants and inside has powers
From the shower head the warm water flows
While outside the warm spring wind comes and goes
Friday 24th April 2015 3:25 pm
Tags: bathroom,bathroom poetry,national poetry month
You confessed your love for me so soon
Brought light into my dark seedy life
You had my heart, as the stars have the moon
But you've ripped it apart like paper to a knife
I cannot continue this path much longer
For my efforts are always dismissed
I'm weakening where you are stronger
I've been at my knees since we kissed
I beg of you to loosen your grip
Let me go and tend to my...
Friday 24th April 2015 12:09 pm
Tags: love,Love lost,romanticism
Also by Mike Ligorio:Learning to live, without loving you |
THINK ON. (THIRD ATTEMPT)
I think too much, I think.
think I think too little too;
too little of myself, perhaps.
I think far more of you.
I think of you as resolute
adaptable and brave.
I’m about as resolute
as flotsam on a wave.
I think of you as capable,
adventurous and bold.
I am pressed and starched
in every paralysing fold.
I yoke myself by thinking
there’s no risk I ...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 7:45 am
Also by Travis Brow:UP FOM LONDON. |
~~NOT A MACHINE.
I don’t want to be in a hundred places.
I don’t want to drown in a million faces.
I don’t really know them.
I don’t want to show them who I am.
I just want to dam this increasing flow
Of places, faces I can’t put my finger on.
If I close my eyes they should be gone.
But they linger, hanging on,
Banging on like a spoilt brat.
Droning on about this ‘n’ that,
Like a coll...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 7:17 am
Such Indescribable Hurt
All human dignity is gone,
Shattered into billions of sharp
Fragmented pieces for her to swallow,
And the taste of blood and pain
Like metal that cannot be chewed!
She dreams she has been
Forced through a meat grinder,
Bone and gristle pulped
And oozing contagion
She fears may season all,
And she longs to touch...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 4:15 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:To Rescue Them All |
In that location existed one junior male person bearing the title James although this was often shortened to an abbreviated form of address, A person lacking in flesh to an extreme degree, This juvenile lost his footing atop a small thin broken branch of a tree, Which caused said adolescent fellow to go head over heels in a perpendicular manner from top to bottom into a gouge within th...
Wednesday 22nd April 2015 11:45 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:Sitting On A Chair Arguing About Computing | BRAIN BUGS |
Bookshop owners are in essence collectors,
Suspened thoughts encased, ordered
And set in space and time.
Booksellers don’t want to part with their collection.
Sit and drink and lose and hour,
Scouring the dogged edges of
Space and time.
Tuesday 21st April 2015 10:52 pm
Also by dazzer:If Cameron Came To My House (audio) | Deansgate Bridge (audio) |
There is me...lying.
Not lying like you say.
Lying on the floor, lying like I say.
Begging, weeping, asking.
You carnival figure, you.
You war hero, you.
You champion, you.
One leg propped upon my stomach.
Where are your gold stamps, your badges, your medals?
The trophy you stand on is all battered.
You have laid me out on the floor, the doormat
Withholding the welcome sign.
You roll m...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 9:59 pm
Oh time! how you pass me by
Tick Tocking away by the day
The years fly past even as we lay
But not much we can say
Tick Tocking away as mama begins to shout
Tick Tocking away as things start to pan out
Tick Tocking away as the hourglass runs out
Some despise your perceived cruelty
or could it be a timeless beauty?
Others delight at your ability to heal what we ...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 3:37 pm
Also by Grace:What is? | Changes | Beautiful Chaos | Floating |
Stout is the drink that I savour
A glass full of chocolate flavour,
The glass to my lips - What a kiss
Down it goes just like bliss.
The devils liquid I have named it
Joining Camra is to blame - I admit,
I buy one more and then I think
Oh! The consequence of another drink.
Oh dear! empty glasses
My how quickly time passes,
Stout, my love has gone too far...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 3:04 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:A Bow | Ghost 2 | Ghost | A Room With a View |
Have you ever stood on a city street
And watched the pace of passing feet?
How quick they go as if they dare
Not to be seen to linger there.
Their owners trapped in headlong rush
That takes them to another crush
Of hurrying humanity in its need
To avoid attention by its speed.
How different from the village street
When people pause and actually greet
Tuesday 21st April 2015 11:27 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:TICK TOCK | THE VOICE OF SUMMER | THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for the renewal of Spring! | LOVE TAUGHT HIM |
No one sees bleeding eyes,
Or the pain and the heartache
That keeps me awake My dreams, all are shattered
My head truely battered
This pain that I feel.....
Is surely unreal. Surely unreal. Pierced my armour
Down goes my shield
Just let me bleed
Just let me bleed One day you'll regret
The things that you've left.....
Tuesday 21st April 2015 8:45 am
Also by Mojooohhh:Brutal is the Beast |
Love is a drug,
One perspective shifting trip,
Unknowingly stumbled upon.
Now you’re consciously falling.
For a splitting second,
You’re suspended in the rush,
A swift inhale,
Collapse shut in suspense.
One. Last. Relaxing, sigh-
It hits you.
Their tender embrace,
Exhilaration, tumbling acceleration,
Both induced by the physical materialisation-
Of the innate fear of falling.
Into this eup...
Monday 20th April 2015 11:08 pm
Also by Sharlie:Silly Mistakes. | How it is |
Little Jack, he’s on his own
In the wild American night
Chasing down the mystic road
Trying to keep his star in sight
He last saw Neal three days ago
When he shot his arrow into the sun
Now his magic shirt is hanging down
His mouth is half undone
And the kids in all the mid west towns
Are hanging on his tongue
Jack yawns and gapes and scratches hard
Monday 20th April 2015 9:46 pm
Also by Russ Litten:Goodnight Colleen | This Place Is Not For Sale | Walk Me To The Station | Atlantic Breeze | Waking Up Too Fast | Weekends | Filming | East Coast Situation | A Heart's Supposed To Last | Do You Think You'll Get To Heaven? | What's The Word? | Carver | Neighbourhood Watch | Thrown Away | The Harpic Brothers | The Grass Won't Grow Till Spring | Unanswered Prayers | Boothferry | Rex Everything | It Is What It Is | monday morning, 10am | Lolly Stick Stuck In Slot Causes Cascade Of Copper | Dean Licked My Balls | Beneath The Flyover, Summer '82 | My Best Friend Tony, Who I Only Met The Once | Prison Song |
the stink of diesel and of fear which
everyone’s pretending is not here
because if they do not name it, it will not be real
but in the hot bodies of the strangers pressed
around her she can feel
the tension of a panic only held at bay
like sea-sickness, with iron will, good fortune,
they rise and fall, jaws clench and clench again
Monday 20th April 2015 7:10 pm
Tags: Katie Hopkins,Mediterranean,refugees,tragedy
Paragram continues to offer writers a wide range of publication ventures. Returning the focus to poetry this year, the all new Chapbook Challenge offers two amazing opportunities. The first is for one talented poet to realise an ambition to publish their short collection. The second will see over40 poets published in Paragram Spotlights, the 2015 anthology.
Paragram will add to the short collec...
Monday 20th April 2015 12:58 pm
Tags: chapbook competition,Poetry competition
Poetry collection longlisted for the Melita Hume prize 2015: http://www.eyewearpublishing.com/
Monday 20th April 2015 10:00 am
Tags: Eyewear Publishing,Melita Hume prize,poems,poetry,poetry competitions,poetry prizes
Also by Joseph Robert:A poem in W.I.S.H MAGAZINE |
Sunday 19th April 2015 8:20 pm
Tags: Bawdy humour,Comedy,Toilet
Also by Chris Briggs:Put It Away |
I need to shade my eyes
From the grit that’s
On these streets
From dirtying my windows
And setting in my mind
The nine year old
Screaming gutter abuse
At her mother
While she pats her
On the head
Caves in and
Gives her another
The compensation vultures
Circling the pool of claims
Planning their next gain
Picking out riches
Sunday 19th April 2015 6:20 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:A&E | My God |
Ghost Story II is still developing along nicely guys and girls.
Currently it is up to Part 19
See here http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/ for more details.
Lots of guest poets on here including Write Out Loud regulars, Hazel Connolly, Tina Ford, Natfastic (Natalie), Ian Whiteley Gray Nicholls and loads of others.
If you are still interested in submitting a guest poem, get in touch.
Sunday 19th April 2015 1:57 pm
Also by Andy N:Ghost Story Part I |
Stumbling with great form,
As ready and stable as any other hungover,
Willfully sick step could be,
I caught a terrifying question
Posed to no one.
"What if this is all real?"
He was a toothless mess,
Wishing he could feel as bad as me.
Longing for the self defeating luxury of excess,
And stuck with piss stained slacks,
Feeling the true bad I thought I was complainin...
Sunday 19th April 2015 11:14 am
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 ancient bus
the standing passengers
were gently rocked as it edged
along the unfinished road.
We passed the sun-glassed occupants
of cars and busses
and the rolled-up sleeves of lorry drivers.
Sunday 19th April 2015 10:21 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Is this what borders do? | (untitled) | Licking |
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