Rome lays bare its bones,
a body dissected for sightseers:
the spot in 44 BC
where the Senate met and Caesar fell.
Pillars, ruined temples, marble lavs
uncovered, for the cats to roam.
gnash their teeth in vain.
Down a nearby back street
small shrine to politician Aldo Mori,
found in the boot of a Renault 4
on Via Michelangelo Caetani in...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 5:23 pm
Wished to drive away the summer's heat
Did not expect it to come quick
Not once did it cross my mind
Be careful with whatever you wished for
Forgot to ask how it should be
Forgot to bring what I should bring
It came too quick, I'm unprepared
Now I'm not sure what I must say
Be careful with whatever you wish for
And be precise with what it is
For it may come ...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 2:43 pm
Also by Clive:Perspective | Saturday | Can't Sleep | Integrity |
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I'm not your average Dalek,
You know the sort I mean,
All bent on domination;
Giving vent to all that spleen.
From other Dalek crew,
Who keep emotions hidden
While exterminating you.
I don't agree with killing,
With plans to subjugate.
The Universe is lovely
And I find it hard to hate.
In fact, I've got my own plan;
I'm working f...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 2:27 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:Postcard ... | Cosy | The Sad Tale Of The Reckless Rhubarb | Message From The Monkey | A Happy Ending For Petrologists | Toast |
Remember that our next meeting is a workshop, not a meeting! Sarah Butler, a successful author, will be enlisting our help to find The Heart of Stockport. Just bring paper and pencil (or bark and scraper if you prefer). Our work will be used in a text/textile project called Unpicked: Restitched, about which more can be found here: (https://unpickedrestitched.wordpress.com/).
Here is a litt...
Wednesday 27th May 2015 12:53 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:May Collage Poem |
The list is getting longer; inevitably so.
I number more acquaintances
and friends as men I used to know.
Yesterday they buried Lloyd
and I recalled that rain of fists
I did my utmost to avoid.
Stiil, it’s shocking; dead from drink
and shy of fifty. Shifty, yes,
and feared once. I can’t but think
how reputations alter in decline.
He was trouble, but his troubles
Wednesday 27th May 2015 11:51 am
Also by Travis Brow:SELL BUY DATE. | 8.48 |
by J. Otis Powell
The ugliest thing I’ve seen was removed from my body
It was multi-layered different shades of brown and wet gray
It was a flash-serving platter stacked high with dead tissue
I’m escaping skin again after eight years of recovering from
The last reincarnation of my even-devolving soul and
Body has no choice but to come along and suffer in pain
Wednesday 27th May 2015 11:00 am
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):Until Rapture Melancholy | Brass Rings |
Eyes of grit, sand and sleep denied
blinking eerie glow of my smartphone reminding
me that someone someplace is awake too
and will always be awake
my head hits my pillow,
smelling faintly of broken dreams
desires pushed down deep, shoved inside
a place which rises up like mist, at 3am
staring, or trying to, at the ceiling
wishing I was someone....
Wednesday 27th May 2015 10:57 am
Also by Preeti:I can | Breathe | Apple Carts and Upsets | The Mediocrity Curse | Fishing | Leaf |
Ancient ruins of Smyrna are threatened by war
they might be blown up by those who want history
to start now cutting off the umbilical cord of yesterday
and we are all victim of the day before. Yet, sad as
it might be everything will be dust, we should lament
but not cry, as we would the death of a child.
Wednesday 27th May 2015 8:37 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :Baltimore | love story | a secret | Burundi | 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 |
Sir Henry Newbolt knew the score,
With words and visions he called you to war.
And whilst his words stir the English in me,
I’ll nail my future to an evergreen tree.
That won’t shed it leaves to the whim of mere seasons,
Or spill out its sap for unjustified reasons.
But will stand in a forest of fortified men,
Resolved not to repeat what we did, once again.
Tuesday 26th May 2015 10:15 pm
Also by David Moore:Edelweiss in Dusseldorf | Sketches | Folded Flag | A Week of Worth? | Every Kingdom Comes | The Smugglers Tunnel | Drummer Lee-Rigby | 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 |
Deceit is my custom. I am the trophy of my home The joy giver to my family The honored and respected Gratified not hindered But yet I disappoint, In war with my thoughts and heart. It's exhausting When I try to step away from, from the smoldering fire It attracts me like looking at a cosmetic set in a magazine. The falsehood population is increasing, I try to cease this deed, so that I...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 8:57 pm
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(Written and performed yesterday at the wedding of my No1 daughter, Sarah, to Robert Shersby)
When people ask of me
What would you like to be
I think of all the dreams that I’ve had
I’d choose the perfect groom
Perhaps Orlando Bloom
Or Daniel Craig or even my dad;
Instead I am Bobby’s Girl
Here I am, Bobby’s Girl
But that’s OK cos I love him you see
I’m glad to b...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 5:23 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS | IT'S GOOD NEWS WEEK! | OLD AGE KICKS (RLS) | THE EYE OF THE NEEDLE (I Don't Intend to Die Rich) |
The test over,
nervous wait commences
slim brown envelope
rasp of letterbox
slaps cold tiles
hold think stare
future folded neatly
slow fearful opening
resignation bad results
exhale deep breath
negative news positive
slow tear trickles
thoughts lost blindly
another year bought
relief reprieve sentence?
© Graham Sherwood 05/2015
Tuesday 26th May 2015 2:32 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:In search of Eden | Coming Home | Night Howls | Hustings | Bakers-Do-Zen |
I washed her from my pillow-slips.
In a white plastic bucket
I soaked away her body's
and with bleach removed
the evidence she had left.
We snatched the time
to make our marks
and firm commitments.
The stains on stolen sheets
proved easier to erase
than those she ground
into the fabric of my thoughts
I watched as trac...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 9:15 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Request of a Lady | Her wet truth | Is | Vertices | Is this what borders do? |
In the distance I see him there,
smile spreading cross face,
hate and fire filled eyes,
he will be my demise.
With a mighty roar,
Earth shaking as he sprints,
My fate is sealed.
I spur my steed,
Steel my nerves,
Focus my eye on the Wolf,
Knowing I will die,
I am calm.
My aim is true,
I throw the Swaying One,
and the Wolf yelps in fury.
Blinded is he,
by spear and veng...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 3:17 am
Tags: Famous Wolf,Fenrir,Fenris Wolf.,Gungnir,Heathen Poetry,Odin,One Eye,Ragnarok
On the replacement bus Created a bit of a fuss Told him the shuffling mass Being guided Onto the number eight Were on a journey Of 'Take That' Northern Cleansing To meet their fate The laugh he threw back Hit my face And we soon turned Into a disgrace Whispering loudly Over the seats You told me About Grinder And I, you, Of black puddin...
Tuesday 26th May 2015 1:34 am
Also by Lynn Hamilton:;) | SOMETIMES |
I dreamt about you
for the first time
You were in a hospital
I climbed a rope
with a rose
between my teeth,
up three storeys
at dark blue midnight
to your bed,
slipped in beside you.
There was a man’s voice
and I felt the warmth
and the firmness
Tuesday 26th May 2015 12:39 am
It happens so rarely,
this feeling of peace--
of tiredness that will surely
finally lead to sleep,
that I decided to go with it.
To not be wary or cautious--
to just fully embrace where both
my mind and body were dragging me.
And I was pleasantly surprised that as
my eyes drifted closed
and my body became heavy
My mind wandered into your open arms--
Your warmth spreading throughout ...
Monday 25th May 2015 11:48 pm
Also by R Miller:Battered Napkin |
The following was written by
my niece Cynthia Smothers Carter
and is used with her permission.
But I have come to the conclusion that
it has always rained on Memorial day
and I have figured out why.
The rain is the tears of all our fallen
Soldiers past, present and future.
Thank You for Your service and the
ultimate sacrifice You have m...
Monday 25th May 2015 11:03 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Hidden Acrostic Poem |
She loved that cardigan, really took to it
good quality it was. Had it from new she did
think it was made for her probably.
Not a strong colour but useful
warm and cosy especially when it was warm
outside especially. Never saw her without it
I expect she wore it to bed possibly
Her policy it was never to be cold,
now the story is told.
Oh one other thing I nearly forgot...
Monday 25th May 2015 10:49 pm
Also by ray pool:ANSWERS ON A POSTCARD | IN THE MERRY MONTH OF MAY | GHOSTS | RETAIL THERAPY | THE ASHFORD MIDDLESEX ENGLISH DICTIONARY | IN THE BEECH WOOD | GASOMETERS | THE SUFFERING OF A CLOWN | 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 |
Discountenanced by libido.
His usual and well used
This new uselessness
is an enemy at the gates
of his pride
weakening the stanchions
is the only regular
in the passenger side
of his bed.
Monday 25th May 2015 10:36 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Self improvement | 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 |
"Today”, introduced us
She greeted in zealous voice
I shook hands too;
Keeping at my poise
Innate was her halo
I unzipped my rucksack
Hers’ was unexplored story
Mine was a setback
Grief is beyond abyss
I can’t prune in verve
She shuddered me & said
“Ah!! You never had the nerve”
Novice and yet-to-come
She had sheath of my wisdom
While I s...
Monday 25th May 2015 4:52 pm
Tags: #life #time
Also by Juhi Gupte:He too had a dark side |
A petal flutters spirralling
Through the upper air
Like a breath upon a snow drop
Monday 25th May 2015 10:32 am
Also by Mark Hallam:My Gilded Benign Senses |
in a world of false opposites
where very little has meaning
I pick at the word angst
first in the german
- then in translation
and back to the root cause
the necrotic neurons of neurosis
and dally in denial
at the prettiness of daisy chains
bitten lipped slit and threaded
and threaded by girls in summer dresses
they show the V of their knickers
Monday 25th May 2015 4:12 am
Also by jeremy young:birth of a nation | 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 |
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 |
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 |
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
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
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 |
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 |
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
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