Sunday 25th January 2015 1:45 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:The forest | The fair ground | swarm | Cave people | Paper dolls | The march of the living dead | count down | The perfect murder | Inside out | Like monkeys in the rain | castles that bounce | Marbles | Lying Eyes | Truth and Lies | half an eye | plug hole |
Her parted lips in silence said more than spoken breath
Sunday 25th January 2015 12:01 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:(untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | Passe-moi un crayon |
Someone, whom I didn’t recognise,
smiled at me today,
a smile that seemed to meet her eyes
as I passed on my way.
And even if of little depth,
a gesture which costs nowt
put a spring into my step,
there can be little doubt
in returning her ready smile
my walk became worthwhile.
Sunday 25th January 2015 10:25 am
Its batteries fastened to your belt
Always have reserve batteries
In your pocket
Should you run out you have got
To find and replace
So do not fumble and lose them
On the floor.
Sunday 25th January 2015 9:50 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :The Serb General | Yemeni | worth fighting for | The French | waterway | the problem with humour | freedom of the press | a woman's man | soul caretaker | something gained | fulfillment of dreams | comedians | Eye of the needle | haiku | spring and three friends | Ambling About | mirror mirror on the wall | New Year 2015 | haiku written on the way to work |
Today has been another good day. I finally made the big leap and got WordPress Premium. We got some email accounts set up with the @bunburymagazine domain name. I think I went a little bit over board with that. I did however stop short at creating email@example.com! We do have advertising@, submissions@. admin@, marketing@ and then personal ones for our dedicated Bunbury workers,...
Sunday 25th January 2015 1:50 am
Also by Christopher Moriarty:A Poem A Day For A Year - 23/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 22/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 21/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 20/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 19/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year & Self-Evaluation - 18/01 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 17/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 16/01/15 |
We worship different prophets,
listen in earnest to their devout words
and marvel at the miracles,
that some say are smoke and mirrors.
So are we foolish to be fooled?
If there be gods, with real omnipotence,
then surely we would seek to bring them down
in favour of more friendly deities,
that sit with us, that feel our pain,
those gods that we can touch
in common dre...
Saturday 24th January 2015 6:14 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Tidings | Resolution | 9th Age | The Rubicon Years |
Depending on where you are I T can be pretty on the outside but then again not.
I dont know how exactly but Ive mangaged to survive.
There are wars but peace lives next door.
There's hate running amongst I T's grounds but love is always somewhere floating in the air.
It drives me insane how individuals like myself can become so settle
I T took me damn near twenty long years to STO...
Saturday 24th January 2015 5:45 pm
Also by Starr Steele:Unfinished Love... |
Do you ever feel like you could just scream for eternity
Every thought you cast upon yourself contains pure negativity
People wonder how you can feel so low, but they don't know,
Reality to you is completely different to that in which they live
Every night you go to bed, you wish that it would be the last
So many sleepless nights you're plagued by insomnia,
Suicidal tendencies play upon your...
Saturday 24th January 2015 5:11 pm
Also by Tony Kasazkaja:Growing Old Disgracefully | The Shadows On The Wall | Poverty In The UK | Modern Living | Alice | A Quiet Evening Down The Local | Depression | Mockingbird | Little Jimmy | The Hero A Nation Forgot | Do You Believe In Angels |
Her childhood she spent
In a backwater of development
Where harmful practices
Mainly the fair sex that subject,
A blow on the row dealt
Broke she sobbed and wept
Irritate at a community
Social filths that tolerate.
On a way to school
Raped by a woody pool,
She and her dream
For a life better
Not to mention
The lacerating physical pain
She was forced to...
Saturday 24th January 2015 4:25 pm
Tags: To rape victims in my country
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Old Flame | Come to Ethiopia |
has been serviced.
Prayers have been mumbled
and seen to be mumbled
by the mumblers.
Then packed off
to separate heavens
each worshipper has made
in their dreaming of separate heaven minds.
The bleating flock
with sunday smiles
collecting a piece
of invisible peace
a pretentious soul warm
from Christs supposed fire.
Saturday 24th January 2015 2:59 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Finale | Gustation | A mad half hour on a cold (obviously)Winters canal walk | Mine until | Repudiated | Men in black | Head clutter | Post separation |
Saturday 24th January 2015 1:01 pm
Does your heart stop
when confronted by beauty
Out walking on an autumn evening
a train intersects the low setting sun
crossing a bridge over the swollen river
our worlds' perfection is exposed
And my heart stops
like a level crossing
my heart stops
in that moment
I take a breath
a deeper breath
reeling in that moment
let the beauty in
Saturday 24th January 2015 12:44 pm
Also by Tom:Ruins | It Feels So Far Away This Evening... | Nocturne | Follow The Raindrops | Calligraphy | Artefacts | Blackbird |
Do the Scots celebrate William Wordsworth
Who lived not far from their border?
Do they eulogise John Keats or Lord Byron?
If not, then let's call them to order!
Why should we tolerate Burns Night
Who are as Scottish as spaghetti bolognese?
Spare us the haggis and the drone of those pipes
And hangovers that linger for days!
Saturday 24th January 2015 11:57 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:MIXED BLESSING | WHERE ARE THE MODERATE MUSLIMS? | NEW YEAR THOUGHTS |
My first book of poetry published in paperback. Available on Amazon and all bookshops . http://www.amazon.co.uk/From-The-Trench-Park-Bench/dp/1507602391/ref=cm_sw_em_r_awdcop_eu2Wub095R0JG_tt
Saturday 24th January 2015 9:29 am
Tags: poetry army
Battering drums of feet hitting pavement,
Cackling cacophony of shrilll gossips treats,
Shoving past war painted, birther's of terror,
Occasional screeching's of insincere greets.
I hold my position and scan the horizon,
No movement of forces, no sighting of ranks,
Opponents and rivals move inwards towards me,
Pressing in at my sides, and sniping my flanks.
Saturday 24th January 2015 3:28 am
Tags: childhood,love,returning troops,school,son,war,world war 1
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:The Usual | Book | INSANITY'S BAR | Who Am I? |
I tend to
faith. I am
But do not
follow my example.
Do not hide
Let your light
of faith shine
bright for all
Saturday 24th January 2015 2:02 am
Enter the pretty young things
With fresh faced blue jeaned legs
Their hair long and blond
Not yet tied back
Not yet constrained
By babies, lovers, soft furnishings
Hard decisions and crushed dreams
Their conversation glittering awash
With all there is to do
Bags and coats
With questions, thoughts and ideas
Not for them...
Friday 23rd January 2015 10:16 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Celebration |
I used to buy toilet paper
for 4 now just for one
so I get the 2 pack
the half loaf
the small pack of marge
Open the door of my
one bedroom flat
make a cup of tea for
listen to songs by people
Make my single bed
turn round to see no one
wake up, kiss no one goodbye
shed tears that no one
Friday 23rd January 2015 12:31 am
Also by David R Mellor:DEATH is shit... | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | EVERYONE’S A KNOBHEAD | You’re so God like (I.S) | STEVEN GERRARD | I Scaled Dungeons This Year |
I only had to hear from your lips
a phrase of love,
or have loved me silently
as one loves God
To love me...
It would have been sufficient that you moistened my body,
navigated between my lips and my back,
seen a tiny gesture that would teem my soul,
and as a desired psalm,
love me again and again
until feeling the fire entering the arena of my skin
Thursday 22nd January 2015 11:00 pm
Tags: love poem
Also by Noris Roberts:Remembrance... | I write because... |
You see, life and death are endlessly in love
Life, hurt from seperation, frequently gives death eternal gifts
Death, lost in passion, takes these gifts and keeps them with her forever
Thursday 22nd January 2015 3:55 pm
Also by Summer:I Saw You |
The black soul of a sinner,
in a numbing amphetamine haze,
listens to the screech of bats
and considers his end of days.
Sitting in the suicide dark
in Marion County, Tennessee,
he has followed the stumbling ghosts
of the Chickamauga Cherokee.
He listens to the whispering water
tempting him in that cave
where he thinks no one will find him
to lay flowers on his grave.
Wednesday 21st January 2015 10:43 pm
Tags: god,Johnny Cash,Nickajack caves,redemption,suicide attempt,the man in black
Also by Ian Whiteley:Broken Doll | Art Attack | Cronos (The Reaper) | Resolution #9 |
Would you have the courage to disinter dream, to let sands of time take away what has been.
To hold your own peace under spiritual threat and give a smile at the ending of mournful regret.
To see children as teachers and evil men too. Until you know silence as silence knows you.
Or lay patient in mourning for a time pain will pass when a vision of future i...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 10:08 pm
Also by Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet:The Train Ride | An Aphorism Of Mystery | One thinks |
A sharp inhalation of breath. Mine.
There! Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own? No, I’m fine.
Pressing on. Carefully. A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness. Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything. Only hear.
Where are the others? I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments ...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 3:46 pm
Drumming across windows
In both of the toilets
Banging could frequently be heard
Dragging chairs under the stairs
In the entrance hall
Thawed in the cheesy music
Leading to the main bar
Twitching across your back
Like a whistle blower
Drowned out by the noise
Over the sticky floors
And watered down lager
Curving into a maze of bodies
Aglow in a series of frantic lights
Wednesday 21st January 2015 12:58 pm
you always hear them say this,
whenever they've survived some great natural disaster,
or a terrorist attack, or a nuclear explosion,
or even when they've won the bloody EuroMillions.
"it was just an ordinary morning;
no different from any other day."
Jean's husband had been up and about for thirty three minutes:
singing out of tune to Absolute Radio
and forgetting to rinse the shower.
thirty three wasted m...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 11:15 am
Also by Matt Abbott:Open All Hours | Tony's Slip #twitterfiction | In Church On A Tuesday Night | I Matter [commissioned by York Arc Light] | Flat 1A - Marigolds |
How can an arch hold
the weight of a boulder,
Bowed over, not groaning?
It was the same with her shoulders.
Wednesday 21st January 2015 7:26 am
Also by James Roper:A fall in the Morning |
Tuesday 20th January 2015 4:53 pm
Also by Chris Briggs:Spirit Of Christmas | Fuck it, I’m indecisive |
The way your hands attach themselves to my body
The way your lips stick to mine
That breif moment we stop and look deep into eachothers eyes
Trying to find forever
Love is mixed
Along with friendship
Together it made a clear view of our future
Take my hand
Take a risk
Lets start off our life
Repopulate the world
Make it our ow...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 4:42 pm
Also by ashley-monet:silence |
a house of churches: banners of lament
built of pills, blood, love and cement
flags at half-mast, although
good intentions never fall
reaper-kind, what good we sow.
roads that spiral inward
shattered like glass
rewrote like victor's history
great minds losing likeness
drawn up into a mystery.
bridges burnt at sunrise
our compass, an impasse.
meeting's on sundays
the foundation of a so...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 3:35 pm
Tags: fence shuffle posse death is innocence lost lost l
Also by Zach Dafoe:Inept (1/11/15) | Marlboro's Men (01/09/2015) | Mosaic Meadows (01/08/2015) |
Instability, we've already got it globally; but here
in the UK we're still okay, so far. But what happens when
a combination of apathy and self interest have eroded our
We take democracy for granted, but I'm hearing today, on 'BBC
Democracy Day', that in the last general election, 17 million
eligible voters (1 million more women than men) failed to
Tuesday 20th January 2015 2:56 pm
Tags: BBC Democracy Day,global instability,sleep walking,the super rich
Also by Phil Fletcher:The split infinitive. (Or 'Twisted logic'; or 'Running scared.') | The not too unusual occurrence of treading in dog dirt while you're out walking in the half light time. | Incredibly Stupid. |
How strange it is
that some dogs, though repeatedly
pushed away, or beaten
will return to the abuser
to be kicked away again.
Is it loyalty, or a refusal
to acknowledge they are not wanted
or the age old lure of running after the unattainable?
Or simply, lack of brains.
Me? I prefer cats.
Self respect is key.
Tuesday 20th January 2015 6:11 am
Also by Preeti:Letters |
So very many of them,
far beyond, far far beyond,
any one individual's ability,
beyond the capacity of any person
to read, to absorb, to grasp,
Too much, too much
by a mind-boggling margin
as billions of new facts
are created every day.
Fresh mountains are added, whole ranges,
and you and I can manage
to take on board just six or seven
Tuesday 20th January 2015 12:24 am
Also by Dave Bradley:Metaphysical musing |
My son has drawn the Sun circles
And all the land with the white dove.
The rays of the Sun had different referrals,
But they all appeared in everyone’s love.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
The 19th of January, 2015
Tuesday 20th January 2015 12:23 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Bile of Crocodile |
-the ramblings of another young girl-
This empty sky,
starless and dark,
reminds me of my heart..
and how you left it cold and broken
and rotting in my chest.
Monday 19th January 2015 7:04 pm
Also by .L.m.P. :iloveyou |
When January wind its fist doth shake
And wooden fences tear from their places
When horses start, when cattle shelter take
To the hearth...
Sunday 18th January 2015 8:15 pm
Tags: Liverpool Poets,Poetry,Subacchi,Welsh Poets
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If we are lucky, we grow old; if we are wise, we will remain forever young.
Sunday 18th January 2015 7:02 pm
Tags: Old Age,Spoken Word poetry
I don't think I can do this anymore
'cos I'm just another sleepwalker
with aspirations to awaken
I'm in between the worlds
Can't unknow what I know
don't know how to get to where I want to go.
The choice I have is clear:
despite being navel gazingly centred on self
despite naysayers both in and outside my body
believing it to be po...
Sunday 18th January 2015 4:39 am
Also by Lea:Truth Will Out |
How can I ask you to stay when I'm the one to leave?
To want you would be selfish but this is my own selfish plead
This is like the first day, forever loving you eternally
So I leave with a heart full of love
And will reborn with that love once more
So I ask you, let me go please
And just watch me
Saturday 17th January 2015 11:02 pm
Also by Smash Lee:Leveled Up | The Big Bang | Her Love | Whispers |
Emotions trickle out as two worlds collide
Forces pulling at every muscle
Making you want to smile day in and day out
For the rest of your life
Butterflies beating softly against your stomach
Attempting to escape
Knowing if they build up any longer
He will know of your excitement and overwhelming happiness
There is this funny thing we call fate
A single invisib...
Saturday 17th January 2015 2:31 pm
Also by Caitlyn Olszewski:The Glimmer |
Their lips meet in a soft kiss
She touches his face with tenderness
As he draws her body near, their future from here is very clear
Forgotten now, the world outside as you can see the passion in their eyes.
His kisses warm, helped to escalate the firm connection they often debate.
We have all night so don't go to fast, I want this sensually to last.
Make love to me, ignite that burning fire as you...
Friday 16th January 2015 9:52 pm
Also by Kate:Wiccan | What It Takes | Stuck Lonely Girl | The Run | Dissipate | Escape | I do not feel, therefore, I do not fear | To You | What Have You Done? | Beautiful Disaster | Why? | Why? | Affliction | Rapture | Me & You | Your Eyes Won't Let Me Sleep | Sweet Heart | Forbidden Love | Fate | Who Knew | Essence | Changed | When I Was Young | Catch My Breath | Far too long | My blood | Convoluted | Beloved |
The stars under my feet, the white country songs of
the marble sun morn the western flight in waves and
white robes and I see the other side with eyes of long
veils. There in the eastern cave of serene shades the
musk of Eros lingers in fair springs. O fair maid! O
little heart! Ever watchful and woeful in the folly of
I shiver in the starlight. Come, lily dreaming weeping...
Friday 16th January 2015 8:28 pm
Friday 16th January 2015 1:49 pm
Tags: Dead Snakes magazine,poems,poetry,poetry magazine
Untraced in the darkness
Of bloodied roses
Over the next two weekends
At various birthday dos,
Raw from realignment
Pretending to be a tram
Ina turmoil of movement
In the acoustics
Of tender fingers
Lost in clenched fists
Falling through dust holes
Bottled up in hazelnut emotions
Of the birth of another re...
Friday 16th January 2015 12:57 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:waiting for Nancy (XVI) | Waiting for Nancy (XV) |
An Indian summer in October
A non uniform day in the dirge of dreariness
In you swept unannounced
A hurling hurricane
A sea of calm
A pocket of promises waiting to be unearthed
You found me in the dearth of my moldy life
You scalpel scraped the pallet clean
Sprouted taste buds where once before lay some withered woes
Alas, you’re an avocado!
Thursday 15th January 2015 9:37 pm
There is a rubbing together
An expectation in open palms
lowered over the grate
as a little cheery smokey spiral
ascends to be scattered by the icy wind.
From between the kindle rafted logs
the ballet of flames begins.
Slowly the gaudy dancers
perform their combustible leaps and curlings
snaking around the dead wood
caressing it like witches fingers...
Thursday 15th January 2015 6:01 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Terrible place,revisited | 69's in our 68's! | Face changer | Dads d-i-y sanctuary | Natural poet | When the sky Lion roars | Perchance on a dying day |
Come back to me...this pain sucks!
I warned you like a giant box of matches...you never listened!
A fire is caught and I am burning down!
Deep down the street...somebody is dying in pain and the world is sound in sleep!!!
Thursday 15th January 2015 9:31 am
Also by Rims:Betrayal | Emotions | Tears of Blood |
There was a little old lady,
Cute a button and quiet as a mouse,
Her sky was very dark and shady,
I met her in a red brick house,
She had a complex story,
Not too many words but eyes with much to say,
She told me life will never be hunky-dory,
Her messages are forever with me from today,
There was an articulate man,
Full of wisdom to share as in a circle we sat,
His message made me see t...
Thursday 15th January 2015 5:52 am
No Other Way But In Fantasy
My eyes sting as if
Pepper had been sprayed,
The tears warm upon
Cheeks so cold they could almost
Sit comfortably in the cavern
Of Man-kinds world,
No deed had been done –
No spat with an authority that
Lacks a heart to confess –
But then; we’re all busy
Remembering the lies we have told,
We’re all keeping
Wednesday 14th January 2015 10:18 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:One Wall - Two Sides | Sprint |
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a dessert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
Wednesday 14th January 2015 8:59 pm
We crept downstairs in the dead of night
and crouched in the fridge’s sallow light
to savour hushed and secret sips.
We licked deceit off greedy lips
and put the tin back where it went.
Our yawning infant thirst unspent
we whispered back upstairs to bed.
Now, all childish want is shed
and no forbidden thing as sweet
will spur me like that metal teat.
Wednesday 14th January 2015 7:26 am
Also by Travis Brow:CIRCUMSPECT. |
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