She was perfect as perfect could be
And though I feared her divinity
I stammered and motioned her to sit
Her smile lighting up my face
Like shiny buttercups in spring
I hesitated and muttered my name
As her eyes reflected my fear
She multiplied my inner distress
I blushed and forgot how to move
Lightly touching my trembling knee
She said words I did not hear
I shook myself...
Wednesday 31st December 2008 11:37 pm
Also by Sam Kellaway:I met her there | Christmas in paradise |
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All rooms are the same.
All bottles of shampoo,
claim a full body wash.
All the mini bars ever contain,
is lame orange squash.
He want's room service.
a demented Laura Ashley to turn up.
Dressed as a dominatrix.
Not a knitting needle lady,
trying to affix floral patterns,
to blackout curtain, sound proof kits.
too close to the motorway.
Yes the motorway roars outside.
The Phermaldahide co...
Wednesday 31st December 2008 4:11 pm
A mainly cold, dark, wet, depressing year
Is dying at last. Die, you cur, die, die!
I am talking about the weather, here
What else? Well Iâm an Englishman, arenât I?
Newspaper article prints some new lie
About how next summer will be all sun
To go with all the other crap you buy
If you waste money ever buying one
Well this past year has been both shit and fun
The cherry bowl has a h...
Wednesday 31st December 2008 3:11 pm
Diamonds of stars
burn bright tonight,
and I can smell snow
in the night's air.
This will be the last day
of this year,
and the stars above
shine so bright.
What new chapter awaits
to be written?
Where will I find myself
one year from today?
What lies ahead?
All I can do
is stare straight up
past the darkness,
through the cold
and into the lights
that dangle above,
reflecting all that burns
Wednesday 31st December 2008 5:07 am
Do not be my echo only to fade.
Do not be my mirror then turn away
leaving me staring at the wall.
Do not write between my lines
Leaving them blank again.
Do not shine a torch into the dark
and hold my hand, only to let it fall.
Rather let me walk on alone,
feeling the stone with my outstretched fingers.
D.E.J. June '08
Tuesday 30th December 2008 9:15 pm
Also by Deborah Jordan:Congelati |
You open your heart
and try to tell me
that you love me
now and eternally
But "oh no" I say
why all this now?
I feel like a sore thumb
in a crowd
Why can't you see
what you're doing to me?
I want to be free
yet you won't let me
For old times sake
just let me be
"Oh I do" I hear you say
but no you don't, this isn't the way!
In the end
I wonder why I bother
when all you try to do
is get your leg over
Monday 29th December 2008 1:22 am
Santaâs feeling grotto right now.
been hit by the credit crunch,
his little helpers were put on shorter hours.
Santa has got this âere contract,
where heâs down to make 20% of all toys.
Santaâs clause in this binding agreement states
he is responsible for awarding and overseeing
the sub-contraction the remaining 80%.
Contracts were awarded to China, Taiwan
Sunday 28th December 2008 10:39 pm
Also by Phil Golding:Future Wishes | Empty Boxes | The Yim Yam Tree |
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I wish I was vegan
I wish I could properly cast aside all the animal products
That in conversation I so bitterly deride
Drinking milky tea
I talk of factory farming
And big up the ALFâs attempts at disarming
I flinch at the thought of all the cruelty and pain
And comfort myself that my stuffâs free range
I wish i was a vegan
Giving up meat was so fucking easy
Sunday 28th December 2008 6:04 pm
I was at a party donât you know?
Bottles everywhere, booze was in full flow.
Coke in hand, want to play it safe.
Work in the morning, not staying out late.
A glass of wine then caught my eye, and with a cheeky wink said give me a try.
Vodka was in the corner Cossack dancing trying to impress the lemonade.
Jack Daniels had already pulled, the ice cubes melted at his fiery touch.
Sunday 28th December 2008 5:51 pm
The Sandwich Poem
Nothing in the world can prepare you for this
The day the sandwich shop took the piss
In that cafÃ© the scene was set
If you thought a biscuit in your tea is bad then you've seen nothing yet
I took a bite of my sandwich but something was wrong
Something was there that didn't belong
I started choking and gasping for air
Trapped in the sarnie and my throat was a bloody hair
Saturday 27th December 2008 2:21 pm
Also by Cayn White:Upcoming gigs for Cayn White | A Glimpse Of God | Love Poems | Thousands |
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What colour is trouble?
How square is a football?
What did you eat for dinner tomorrow?
What is the meaning of life?
Dumbo the pig, flying with Fido the goldfish on her mountain bike muses:
'See how the sun rises each day and travels round the earth.
I am the centre of the universe.
That is the meaning of life.'
Just because you can say something,
doesn't mean it makes sense to sa...
Friday 26th December 2008 11:01 am
Also by Malpoet:Wirral Words Christmas special |
It crossed me mind this year to give up smoking & drinking: gave meself a pat on the back ! It's the thought that counts !!
Thursday 25th December 2008 6:02 pm
Also by alan holdsworth:THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT | GODZILLA | SHREDDED MEAT | SICKNESS MACHINE | Dr Death |
If I don't get a white Christmas,
I'll turn the dial that makes it snow.
If I don't get a white Christmas,
I'll kill the switch that lights the sun,
and I'll line up those responsible,
and execute them one by one.
The Christmas elves will shit themselves
with good old Christmas Fear,
if I donât get a white Christmas
Peace on earth at Christmas time.
Goodwill to all and...
Wednesday 24th December 2008 4:50 pm
Also by Dermot Glennon:Human resource 36 |
SCI FI CHRISTMAS
Darth Vader is a sinister bloke
He often wades through clouds of smoke
Making threats and acting roughly
Isnât he ever so huffy puffy
Luke Skywalker is a really nice bloke
To all colours and shapes of alien folksâ
He protects us all with daring do
And may the force be with you
Tuesday 23rd December 2008 10:02 am
Also by Tim Linton:TORTOISE |
You like to label people with race and colour
heâs a black this
heâs a jew
isnât it about time we labelled you
yellow man this
asian man that
your even afraid of your ginger cat
hate 2 pac but listen to rap
3 times a week on the sun bed to get a tan
but you hate everything about the black man
time âs up brother time to decide your colour
show your face, lets decide your race
Monday 22nd December 2008 9:04 pm
Tuesday 16th December 2008 11:58 pm
The Black Room
I am lost in the labyrinth of life,
wandering around, wondering about
the paths that I have taken.
My timetable mocks me, tells me I should be,
pure and true, in the light of the White Room.
I ask directions from a passing wight
but they lead me into another dead end
Tuesday 16th December 2008 12:00 am
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I am element earth and ore,
the twinkle in the sawdust floor. I am the brass that’s
pressed and minted I am the note that’s newly printed. The rattling
change and ringing till, the dirty, dog-eared dollar bill, the jealous
Monday 15th December 2008 7:14 pm
Tags: greed, money, prophecy
Well, that very annoying time of year is upon us and I'm writing/editing a poem that is exactly how I feel. Actually the poem below is written for two voices, a very happy and enthusiastic and a very grumpy and annoyed voice, guess which one is mine? It's not yet finished but should give you an idea of what I mean.
Herre it comes,
That time of year,
For Christmas Cheer,
Snow, Presents and Reindeer.
Sunday 14th December 2008 11:59 pm
you invoke turmoil in me.
crashing waves of despair,
just knowing youâre there.
Little boats pulled apart,
like my head and my heart.
Youâre the wind and the rain,
and the cause of my pain. Thick fog circles my ship,
as my mind loses grip.
It envelopes me whole
and infects my soul.
Wet mist licks at my skin,
I try not to give in.
But the rain and the cold,
leave me battered and...
Saturday 13th December 2008 5:43 am
Also by Chris David:Enclosed Open Space | Nonsense Poem |
MARK THOMAS AT THE WEST END CENTRE 4 DECEMBER 2008
He came on stage with a cup of tea looking
like a younger Stanley Holloway ready with stories
about early heroes, free speech, Coke (the sort
you drink) and the toffs and sad ladies of Norfolk.
Mark's first love were these strange comedians
whose jokes were the landmine that killed Di,
performance artists like the one at the ICA
Friday 12th December 2008 12:01 pm
"Coming Out Asperger: Diagnosis, Disclosure and Self-Confidence", edited by Dinah Murray, Jessica Kingsley Publisher's, (2005)
This fascinating and well-thought out work has been put together by a number of authors and deals with, as the title suggests, 'coming out Asperger', that is someone with the condition admitting it to the outside world. This is fraught with complications and consequences, ...
Wednesday 10th December 2008 7:32 pm
Also by Alain English:Asperger Poetry |
I look out my window and smile with delight
At all the things I can see what a wonderful sight
I can see a toddler in his pushchair squirm
I can see a little robin pulling up a worm
I can see a man pick up a coin I think itâs a fifty pence
I can see a fox chasing chickens under a fence
I can see a boy wave his mum goodbye
I can see a jumbo jet up in the big blue sky
I can see a dog pl...
Wednesday 10th December 2008 7:15 pm
Also by Kathleen Doody:MY MIND | LEAVES |
Whilst each tiny snowflake...Is drawn upon....
By the fountain of breath....From northern grace...
Knocking on the doors...Of the winters swan...
All abreast ~ The skirting of the season....
Softly laid..Upon the cradle of the clock...
A damsels voice....Mid the warm milky sun..
Dazzling the lanterns and the path they walk..
O guide ~ The enthusiasm amid the c...
Saturday 6th December 2008 10:20 pm
Also by John Boyle:Swallowed By A Note |
Woodland comes on strong
As poor as a mulch rug
And yet I eat it up
Like so much soggy cereal
In September rain.
Man breakfasts on
Careful not to drop his
And keeps his sandwiches in the trees,
Unopened like needles,
Nests sticky and promising.
Three flayed chests
On three seperate nights
Stick ice in camping trips
With one season bags
And fingers retreat
Saturday 6th December 2008 5:13 pm
Also by Rob Sherman:In A Balloon Over The Sea |
Four women side by side,
Their kinship cemented - like the
spokes on their bicycles.
They pedal proudly, against the cold chilly
skin fair, perfectly powdered
hair thick and strong.
Sisters bonding, swapping stories from
their day: Then they spilt -
Four women say goodnight
as the moon turns in.
By Belinda Johnston
Thursday 4th December 2008 1:32 pm
I didnt want to cry
i held it all inside
i look up to the sky
thinking why god why ;
one year, four months and four days
since ive seen you
i would cut off both legs
just for five minuets with you ;
i keep dreaming of you
its like your still here
but then i wake up
and shed many tears ;
you used to say you would die before me
but i didn't beleve ,
id say shut up Una please
this is where you should be ,
Wednesday 3rd December 2008 12:53 am
Also by Sarah Clark:forbiden fruit...THE AFFAIR |
The Covert Poetics Journal in the United States have decided to nominate John G.Hall & S.A. Griffin for a Pushcart Prize.The Pushcart Prize - Best of the Small Presses series, published every year since 1976, is the most honored literary project in America.
Writers previously nominated incude Raymond Carver,Andrei Codrescu,Billy Collins,John Irving,Stephen Dunn,Ha Jin, Philip Levine, Rick Mood...
Monday 1st December 2008 3:35 pm
Recursion [parameter x]
If this is your first time reading this poem
Go to the next line, or else go to Label 1
The power of Recursion
Is the possibility of infinite answers
From a finite statement
Recursion is a way of solving problems
Involving a computer routine calling itself
Potentially any number of times...
Monday 1st December 2008 8:02 am
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