Friday 22nd June 2018 8:45 am
Also by Brian Maryon:What's he doing there? | The Auditors | Those Goals | Something For The Weekend? | The New WOPs | Not Chuffed | Tina! | It's Starting to Grate | The Six Hundred | More Dogshit (Requested by Hazel E. ) | Disloyalty? | Hunger Pangs | I Make No Apologies... | At The Food Bank | Team Building Day | Service Charge! | Tower of Babel |
The concept of death doesn't scare me
We're all just dust on a big picture
So don't think so highly of yourself
When you die and everyone you know die
There goes your memory
We all have two deaths after all
The first one shouldn't scare you at all
It's the second one you should fear
We are all just memories in this world
And when all that's gone we are nothing
Grim but it's the base...
Friday 22nd June 2018 8:44 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Firefly//Envy of An Angel | Firefly//Simple And Sweet | A Token of Betrayal | Gray | Cafe Blues/ space cowboy poem | The Night Café | An Uncalled Situation | Firefly//A Rose That Don't Bloom Twice | Samurai Bebop 4 Bad Dog No Biscuits | This Isn't Even My Final Form!! | Whatever Happened To Oreo Cakesters? | Lifetime | Firefly//Angel | Heartbreak Juice | Tomato or Tomahto | An Overdose of Anxiety | Just Another Bowl of Cornflakes | I Doubt She Will See This | I'm Drunk It's The Only Time I'm Honest | Abandoned Schoolhouse | Letter To April 2 | Illithid//26 | Words of The Waiting Man 13 | Silence In Her Arms (Lyrics.) | Firefly//Sour Patch Kid 2 | Space Cowboy 4 Angel Folk Blues | Firefly//Bulletproof |
I can`t use the internet the line is broken
can use the word-processor though but on whole
I have to watch TV for news.
today I saw a nature program about spiders. The one
that impressed I was a spider that walked up
To the intended victim and told a series of jokes to
the intended victim rolled over laughing, it was
then my spider punched and injected ven...
Friday 22nd June 2018 8:38 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :the village of dreams | selling a house | truck driver | when the dance stops | thoughts on a Saturday | depression 2 | a friendly place | when words stops | The vanished aircraft | the occupiers | summertime | Doris Day | a personal deity | memorial service | farmer haiku | the sex life | Yesterday`s Time | multiracial | goodbye Europa | the visitors | grace | continuity | lost space |
my son is eighteen today
and I am, well . . . it doesn't much matter
I wish him well as he whistles out the door
a bus to catch, an exam to sit, a skateboard to ride
and I am, well . . . it doesn't much matter
I tell him concentrate, no silly mistakes
check your workings out and have a good day
as he whistles out the door waving, not a care in the world
and I am, well . . . it doesn't...
Friday 22nd June 2018 7:55 am
Also by Colin Hill:bloody spring | our fathers | the good soldier | journey | ingrained | The Hippo and The Rhino |
Show small gesture
that shall shine your future
you shall dominate position
and that shall strengthen human relation
let it look small
but shall call
same intensity response
and add a good sense
the flow of small wind is acceptable
but high-speed wind may cause trouble
the trees shall be uprooted
the property shall be highly damaged
Friday 22nd June 2018 5:42 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Guilty mind | Hand in hand | Response | Tears fall… Love you, dad | Thank God and think | Visible lines | I wait for | The world may hear | Dark coudds | Poets never die | No moral ground | Strong resentment | Given call | Collective responsibility | True observance | Little difficult | Real an angel | Decent farewell | Steady presentation | Total peace in the mind | Normal human life | Safe in arms | The human quality | Mental arrogance |
Pound shops and takeaways,
salons for grooming of
dogs and their owners
sit side by side.
Rancid fat acrid
in back alley junk piles,
settees and Christmas trees
in damp climate
for cotton mill workers
no longer needed.
The forest of chimneys
by new build in miniature,
room sizes shrinking,
Friday 22nd June 2018 5:36 am
Also by Janey Colbourne:Canaries in the Mine | Still 23 | Mama |
I have nothing else left to say.
I have no luck.
I don't want to feel this way.
I don't what I'm supposed to do.
I'm done doing this act.
There's nothing left in my view.
I'm stuck on a rollercoaster of fear.
I can't see anything
There's nothing left in me but tears.
Friday 22nd June 2018 1:30 am
She was an earth Angel,
Destined to walk the paths
To help others
To find their light,
For this was her destiny
And forever in her heart
Was a long time,
He was Destined to cross
Time and time
Again and together
They would make each other
For two earth angels
Are better than one..... ♥
Thursday 21st June 2018 10:17 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Butterfly. POEM 7/midsummers | Butterfly Poem 6/Natasha | Butterfly Poem 5/Raquel | Butterfly Poem 4/ Natasha | Butterfly Poem 3/doors | Butterfly Poem 2 | Ownership /Butterfly Poem 1 | Peace | Runner | As I listen | Stories | Shine Bright |
I went to my mother for comfort
When I was too young to know better.
Later I turned to dope, speed, acid.
As comfort goes that was good for a while.
Much later I drowned myself in the comfort of alcohol.
Or perhaps it was anaesthesia. I don't recall.
Today, I leave my daughter's house
Driving down country lanes
My feathers ruffled.
Indignations sparking like a light bu...
Thursday 21st June 2018 8:48 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:In the Garden Again | The Oyster | Almost a Prayer | The C Word | Fight |
Thursday 21st June 2018 8:41 pm
Also by Hayley Taylor:Obsessed With You | Can't Escape | Numb | A Bipolar Mind | Ich Du | Sickness Within | Demise | Free-Falling | Real Life Nightmare |
Every night when I close my eyes, memories from a thousand years comes back alive and shadow becomes me.
Most times I can taste my soul; its not a picture of a happy ending, it's bittersweet.
I feel them every night as they come alive, ready to prey on the little sanity I have left, then I think of nothing but white walls and oceans, praying not to get lost in its calmness.
In this calmne...
Thursday 21st June 2018 7:04 pm
The most beautiful kind
Are the most dangerous
As she tears you apart
Ripping out the roots you had built
And the walls you had planted
She leaves you in awe
As she glides away
A grey and blue trail
Of beauty and pain
And you realize why all
Hurricanes are named after people
Thursday 21st June 2018 6:32 pm
Old layered shades hide deep in sellophane redoubts.
These chemical stamps of monochrome yesteryears
Endure in dormant grace, outlasting referents;
Dark faces; snowy eyes and lips; and raven tears.
This grainy hall of odd, inverted flesh,
Black snows and ivory shadows, best reflects
Our moral universe, inverted and reversed;
The dark things, not the light, are what reality ele...
Thursday 21st June 2018 6:16 pm
The morning sun chases night away, the valley framed in red. The mountains bow before the sky, their heads are crowned in shadow. Their wisdom withheld from parched lands, their tears of flowing waters.
The band of brothers, their father’s pride, await the chieftains judgment. He ponders, waits and gnashes teeth, his eyes the storm of winter .
The fields of brown awas...
Thursday 21st June 2018 5:52 pm
Also by The Carbon Quill:A Fathers Day |
There Are No Angels Here
Scraping around the vipers nest,
flaming swords and thrusting spear,
black spiders scuttle to the feast
but there are no angels here.
The dragon crawls into their veins,
hallucinogenic ecstasy or fear.
The demon bares his fangs to bite
and still there are no angels here.
The first-born rounded up and caged,
harvesting the mother...
Thursday 21st June 2018 4:01 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Strange Fruit |
Thursday 21st June 2018 3:38 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:When... | Wind Dance | Llyfnant 2 | Llyfnant |
Wandering Wondering Thoughts
My thoughts they wander round and round
And never do abate
They wonder what I'll do with them
And what will be their fate
They wonder if they might become
Jewels within a crown
Or discards on my mind-dump
And never more abound
Don Matthews March 2018
Thursday 21st June 2018 2:34 pm
Also by Don Matthews:Poems in the Pipeline | Rock Throwers | Unskew | I Have an Addled Brain | Brian's Having Problems with Tina | What Do we Do with our Brian ? | Karen Dalton Same Old Man 1971 | We Want to Join Your Loop | Brian's Got it In for Poor Tyson | I'm Bipolar - don't talk about it don | Hey Suki, You Out There ? | BritPop Poet Reporter 8/6/18 – Forthcoming Interview | Imperfect Leaders | I'm Just a Lowly Poet (Brian will help me out) | Metaphorically | Road Splatter | Push the Boundaries | Cat/Mat/Sat |
Standing next to the kettle
watching it boil, never considering
how your colleagues feel,
as you hog the limelight.
Your voice loud & as shrill as
a whistling, rattling, unattended
kettle. You keep going, you don’t care
who listens to your monolog.
As the water heats you use
your 3 minutes to stoke the fires...
Thursday 21st June 2018 2:33 pm
Also by Darren J Beaney:Flags on cars | Artist in residence | Pint | Never mind the bollocks... | Madrid in the rain | What a pisser! | Surfin' girl | Work in progress... | Come out to play... | Dot dot sad face |
Thursday 21st June 2018 12:42 pm
Thursday 21st June 2018 12:21 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Death of a doll | They step |
I couldn't believe it
When I got the call.
It is finally
I couldn't believe it
Until I saw you,
I almost lost it then.
Up and away you went
In the arms of your rescuers.
He soothed you
Prepared to breathe for you.
I have never been so happy
In my entire life.
Thursday 21st June 2018 11:49 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Suspense | Aftermath |
Are my days numbered? Can I feel them running thin? I think as my day goes along that I can feel the cold kiss of death upon brow.. or is it just me? Do I even feel the need to live any longer? What is my purpose? My only wish was to be a husband and a father.... And yet I sit here and wonder to my self why was I not good enough? What did I do wrong? I care not to live.. I do not fear death.. I ...
Thursday 21st June 2018 8:03 am
you trod the path
to my front door
never rang the bell
played favourite songs
over and over until
senses on overload
surrounded by romance
you kissed me quick
heart pumped electric
singing over barriers
erected years ago
against pain and hurt
welcomed as veins
joined the chorus
Thursday 21st June 2018 4:06 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Tiyende Pamodzi... | Cyclone Love | Invention | Midsummer | McDaid's Folk Club |
Everywhere I look all I find is potential. Potential to be great, but didn't quite make it. Potential to be brilliant, but fell a few years short. Potential to be kind, but chose to be crewl. This great big world keeps spinning and sure potential will always be there, but when will it really be. When will the great metamorphosis occur that turns potential into reality. Into now. Thats all it is ri...
Thursday 21st June 2018 2:05 am
In the middle of the greenwood,
In the centre of what is,
The wise women gather
They're lifting the lid.
On a meagre remnant of what was:
Wicca, witch, in whispering wood.
Now, in times of turbulence
The devotees of the vacuous
Will turn and burn the witch.
For, in the lore of the wise,
There is no disguise
We see to the rotten heart of man.
Wednesday 20th June 2018 9:35 pm
Also by John E Marks:Meet on the Edge. | Troubadour | All Souls' Day | Oxbow lake | A hospital Stay | Flotsam |
My father sat in his favourite chair
I longed to run to him and climb all over him
But I knew I mustn't make a mess.
He only had two moods back then,
Fun and no fun.
Looking through the window I thought I saw two vultures on the opposite roof
But they weren't vultures, they were crows.
A very particular walk has a crow,
I saw one crow raping another ...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 9:34 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:Free Love | In The Tower | The Laughter Artist |
The most courageous of them all
Is the one
Who declares his faith,
Contradicting his faith.
The one who perseveres,
Despite reality pushing him down.
He seeks compassion,
Despite the cruelty
Imprinted in the world.
The most courageous of them all,
Is the one who declares I can,
Wednesday 20th June 2018 8:36 pm
Also by Danny G.:Seeking Yourself First (Poem) | The Front Door is Calling Me Again (Poem) | Love and Lust (Poem) | Fearlessly Face the Unknown (Poem) | Breaking Free From the Spider’s Web (Poem) | Opposites Work Together (Poem) | God’s Plan (Poem) | Racism Isn’t A Joke (Poem) |
Hattie and I camped beside the strand
By Louisburgh, County Mayo
Close to a brick-built toilet block with
Packs of Izal on the windowsills and
Fresh running water from an outside tap.
Full-flushing five-star beach bum luxury.
Wearing weatherbeaten fedoras
Drove up in weatherbeaten Toyotas
Pressing their weatherbeaten faces to windscreen...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 8:30 pm
Also by AlbertTatlock:Twister | Mally | Tea with Anushka | On Leaving Dublin 17th June 1990 | Last Year in Jerusalem | Southport Days 1966 | A Tower in Silence | Cinnamon and Brie | Old Men Dancing | Sorts of Freedom | On Watching Billy Liar | My Pimlico Girl | Must Take Chocolates! | Love Means Pain |
A father is a redundant lover
seamlessly displaced by his progeny,
(a blinkered provider, worker,
absent for many of life’s milestones,
a time-poor spectator to growing lives
a parallel source
of endless and unconditional love)
a hunter a gatherer of resources
a hoarder of unused love
destined to be reserved
and poured on the heads
of his progeny’s progeny
Wednesday 20th June 2018 7:50 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Loubès-Bernac | Fucked | New Members-May 2018 |
We cycled today on the Brockenhurst Trail
That once carried passengers travelling by rail;
We left from near Holmsley around half past ten
(We’d biked it before and we’ll bike it again)
By tarmac the road was an easier travel
Than fighting the slip of the grit and the gravel;
But after a couple of challenging hills
That tested our stamina and biking skills
It’s on to the Tr...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 7:06 pm
Also by John Coopey:IMAGINE MY SURPRISE | THE SAGA OF LEV YASHIN'S BED | RELIVING THE RAJ |
Grenfell Falls Green
Another minute’s silence
Seventy two seconds to be precise
One second for the loss
Of each precious life
Please join me for a moment
To remember those beautiful lives…
Then, as day turns to night
Grenfell falls green
Green for Grenfell
Everywhere to be seen
Grenfell, once a green field
Now the tower is green
Green for peace
Green for love
Wednesday 20th June 2018 5:13 pm
From inside the bus and through a glass bus shelter
I saw a man sitting on the flagged pavement
leaning and slouched against a grey wall
Before him lay a rucksack and a hand of bananas
most were green, freshly taken from a nearby plantation
He wore a hat which concealed his forehead
his clothes were worn with age and stained
He was barefoot, eating the crust ...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 3:48 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Brought Low | Withdrawl | The Waiting Room | Inside the Ambulance | The Streets of London | The Rainbow Arc | The Lone Driver | The Videomatic Tutor | Put down | The Wicked Witch | A Summer Ramble |
For years i have watched your shadow in the stars
As swiftly as a deer and recklessly beautiful
How soft and pale is the roundings of your delicate soul,
reaching beyond the restless crowd
A touch of flame rising in my heart, as your rose eyes meet mine
But never have i felt your skin against mine
and the burning of you flame inviting me to your heart
but i will dream of you oncemor...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 3:20 pm
Also by Amj:Everblooming Rose |
If we could live together without death's arrival as an inevitable inbetweener,
Your coyness would not be a misdemeanour.
We'd spend all eternity discussing each angle afresh,
And you'd probably go looking for rubies beside a river in Bangladesh,
Whereas I'd predictably end up somewhere really dull
My love for you would continue to grow throughout this experience,
As slowly as ...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 3:12 pm
Pru,Pru, dearest Pru
since we went to Ironbridge
you've taken a shine to Ironbru.
Now you have a spring in your step
i'm beginning to feel like Johnny Depp
with heavy makeup and a yard of ale
sharing a stoveside bawdy tale.
I'm in with a chance again I reckon
while we potter along the Mon. and Brecon
Wednesday 20th June 2018 3:09 pm
Also by ray pool:STEPFATHERS DAY | SUMMER SEASON | BICYCLE | ALWAYS ON THE ROAD | THREADBARE | DOO LANG A LANG |
I'm lying on the bathroom floor again
Heavy breathing, I got pills in my hand
Shaking and waiting for the sandman
To take me to sleep so you can understand
This is not a claim to fame
Only an attempt for you to remember my name
When you see me in the headlines saying "He wasn't okay"
Oh you miss me now? Ain't that a shame.
I'm not coming back, there is no replay
You can't take ba...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 1:59 pm
Also by Nick:Twice A Day With Food. |
Pointing your finger again,
Deciding what’s right and wrong
Who gave you the right to judge
An obese girl
Walking down the street
eating an ice cream
What do you see?
A lazy, fat human being
with disgusting appearance
Someone to hate on
Why, what do you know of her?
This girl is a person
She can decide to do
whatever she wants...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 12:38 pm
Also by Anya:Raindrops | Don't Speak | X Ray | Peek a Boo | The Smell | :) |
Wednesday 20th June 2018 8:08 am
Also by Natfastic:Regeneration |
They told me we would do a slam
Of odes and poems and wham bam mam
Our words and rhymes would fight it out
We mustn’t mutter, better shout!
A ittle like a boxing bout;
So off I went to start to train
Like Rocky, in the ring again.
My female rival? Well, I’d beat her,
With exercise of regular metre.
My metaphors would pack a punch
I’d knock em dea...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 6:54 am
Also by mike booth:Tell Me |
Winter sent sinners next in defense of dead presidents and Internet’s center page,
Intricate inner wit senses what the timber did – impotent, inner rage!
Pleading Fifth like demons did as reading lifts a reason skipped and why kill days if they’re broken?
Even if I’m leading this to freezing cliffs where Eden is, I’d still stay for a moment.
Say that we’re hoping for a lake and an...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 5:23 am
Herds of clouds travel by at sonic speed
Appearing to have meetings to attend
Never looking down at my drastic need
Lacking pity not a tear to expend
Once my fields produced many bumper crops
Filling the air with my sweet summer wheat
Now a flat arid brown mosaic corpse
Giving absolutely nothing to eat
Every living creature has moved away
Wednesday 20th June 2018 1:51 am
Safe in a tower somewhere
a woman writes about anger
while on ground level a woman walking
home from work gets a police check.
Made to produce papers, abandoned
for three days in a cell, bedroll and blanket,
no chance of a phonecall either.
But egotism rolls around the tower
she paints it beautifully with blackened rage,
scars of privilege ...
Wednesday 20th June 2018 1:26 am
With eyes closed
I'm morning mellow
Survived another crash
the screech of a derailment
isn't mine this time
but it only gets later
in the day of my life
my luck must be spilling out
soon to all be spilled
Morning mellow, with eyes closed
at thirty seven
Beyond the pane
summer wind rips
licks at the glass
makes me feel small
and safe, for now
Tuesday 19th June 2018 11:46 pm
Also by Tom:My Body Gets In The Way | Pocketful of Rain |
I used to think sitting up high and looking at the city was the perfect release.
If I just stopped and watched the world, all of my pain would cease.
Its my perfect definition of beauty,
Blocking out the world and only focusing on me.
How was I to know that isolating myself would cause such pain,
Because I swear, if I knew, I wouldn’t have done it again.
Tuesday 19th June 2018 10:46 pm
The two lifelong best friends are drinking the night away
With inhibitions down, they start caressing skin
With the frolicking hands reaching for some more gin
As whispers in the ears of new horizons sway
Together's harmony with sensual nature
As lips are pressing hard and hands are roaming deep
To a birthing posture, with moans bouncing in heap
Triggering arousal in tremendous venture
Tuesday 19th June 2018 10:14 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Cultural divide | Breakfast |
I stopped feeling things so the universe would stop punishing me
I tried to feel it right, think it into existence, and withstand the resistance
I'm under decades of doubt
I'm afraid of what will happen when I come out
No longer behind the veil
But I got secret doubts that I can't tell
I'm operating on a fear of going to hell
Think it and be it
Pray it and believe it
Rare glimpses at the Master
Tuesday 19th June 2018 6:07 pm
Also by Angie Lewis:You Keep Saying | Whoever | He Is | If | Becoming | A Million Men March | Wait For Love | Post Traumatic Religion Disorder | Twelve | Hit the Floor | Letter from My Heart to God | Just Another Thursday, Bearing the Hurt | Trouble, Truth, and Reality | Whoever |
of the best,
one of the
Tuesday 19th June 2018 3:21 pm
Also by david patrick simon:The children poems 10 | The children poems 9 | The children poems 8 | The children poems 7 | The children poems 6 | The children poems 4 | The children poems 3 | The children poems 2 | The children poems 1 | The sitting poems 50 the end | The sitting poems 49 | The sitting poems 47 | The sitting poems 46 | The sitting poems 44 | The sitting poems 43 | The sitting poems 41 | The sitting poems 40 | The sitting poems 39 | The sitting poems 36 | The sitting poems 34 | The sitting poems 33 | The sitting poems 32 | The sitting poems 31 | The sitting poems 30 | The sitting poems 29 | The sitting poems 28 | The sitting poems 26 | The sitting poems 25 | The sitting poems 24 |
The name is Kane – Harry Kane
Licensed to entertain and thrill
The pitch lays before us a field of dreams
I lead my men into battle and I don’t flinch
In the vast land of Russia we prepare for war
We will fight for every yard and not give an inch
Our destiny is in our hands and at our feet
To lift the world cup is our ultimate goal
One game at a time a band of brothers shin...
Tuesday 19th June 2018 2:30 pm
I don’t want to drive engagement.
I don’t need your gratuitous clicks.
I won’t beg for attention with
Pics of kittens sleeping with chicks.
I don’t need your engagement.
I won’t ask if you’ve used a skate key.
I don’t need any silly test to
Know you are as old as me.
I don’t really care how you engage.
I won’t tempt you with an opinion poll.
No one really ca...
Tuesday 19th June 2018 2:21 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Living in the Future |
South Shields afforded me no defence,
I was open as a Santa Monica sunrise.
The sand, sunshine on the waves
just a bus ride away,
we went week after week
after Endless Summer day.
In the 1960s
the West Coast had the sunshine,
but the dream, surfing
across the ocean,
came all the way East
and remains in my heart today,
music a constant, driving feast
with big blue skies ...
Tuesday 19th June 2018 1:25 pm
Also by Chris Bainbridge:Little Love | Something Good |
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