Sheldon the Shoe-Brekker-Inner
Sheldon was a shoe-brekker-inner
The only job he’d ever had
He charged a quid a mile, for brekkin’ in shoes
A trade that he’d learnt from his dad
He’d do brogues, or loafers, or wellies
In sizes from eight to eleven
And when times were hard, and work was tight
He’d even consider a seven
There’s a Native America...
Saturday 18th November 2017 9:58 am
The fat beneath your chin is not a sin, the fact your not happy in your own skin is the perfect place to begin.
Thin doesn't define you, yourself will never find you, all the while we hide from our true value.
Size is judged differently through different eyes, this should not come as a surprise, look inside to find your true beauty, look not at muscle size or "booty", speak truthf...
Saturday 18th November 2017 9:25 am
Also by Luke:A positive step |
In tea rooms secrets come and go
people hide from men and weather,
some plot to overthrow the norm
in china cups they brew a storm.
Pleasantries are exchanged in geriatric chat,
rustic stoves slow burn wood to warm the church-yard cat.
Vicars indulge oft curious boys
where peeling bells disguise their ploys.
Cyclist scratch at saddle chafe,
Saturday 18th November 2017 6:56 am
Also by Wolfgar:Poets are not entitled | Dacha | Your suffering offends me please do it quietly | Toggle tweak | The Rattlers | November rides in | Fake poetry man | You're id |
The Devil You Don't
I met the devil tonight
He asked if I was alright
Saw me swallow my whisky soul
watched my jaw clench tight
The buzz from the bump
the eyes never lie
If you could start again
who would you be?
I told him I'd be the devil
tonight I set you free
All I could want
there for the taking
Saturday 18th November 2017 6:52 am
Also by Saber:Child of Rain | All In One Day | Core | [0816-06-08-1945] | Sentient | The Angel And The Prince |
do any of them
do they regret
that which never happened
do they remember?
it's probably just me
Saturday 18th November 2017 6:26 am
Also by Jenn:tell me | is there | Prada |
How do you know
When the joking has become
More than jokes?
How do you know
When to tell someone
That you are being hurt?
How do you know
if what you’re feeling is justifiable
Because they’re always “just joking”?
How do you know
The time in which it will
Consume you again?
What you know
Is that you’ve been
Through this before.
Saturday 18th November 2017 4:00 am
Also by Ryn:The Station | Puzzle Pieces | Never Leave Me |
Do I see words floating through the life's obstacles?
Do I see the beauty amidst the misery?
Do I dare to venture in the dangerous games?
Let's not be terrified of the unknown poet
Accept differences in approach and saying
As the mind triggers bomb past the kneeing praying
For the success in words will enhance your know it.
Could I see wo...
Friday 17th November 2017 9:16 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Story of my month (14) | Story of my month (13) | Story of my month (12) | Story of my month (11) | Story of my month (10) | Story of my month (9) | Story of my month (8) | Story of my month (7) | Story of my month (6) | Story of my month (5) | Story of my month (4) | Story of my month (3) | Story of my month (2) | Story of my month (1) |
The GOD APP is very comforting
for those who seek to find
covering topics for the otherwise blind
opening your eyes to the wonder of LIFE
as it tries to keep up with discoveries
such as this new app
simply download online
from the CHAPELSTORE
select your harmonic colour
(favourite) for screen compatability
and empathy maximisation
GOD will speak with you...
Friday 17th November 2017 9:10 pm
Also by ray pool:DISLOCATION | STITCHED UP | ST.ANDREW'S PARISH CHURCH | PARADISE LOST | IN THE WHEATSHEAF |
One day, perhaps, he will let
me live, see my springy wrists
are bandaged in white florets,
see that I am ready for my
wedding, or my coronation,
not forget I have a heart,
albeit a ragged nest the sparrows
borrow from to build their own
in my arms, in my shadows.
O I have such weathers in me,
I flounce and foster summer
storms, know the hurly-burly,
the toss and turn, my feet at a...
Friday 17th November 2017 5:22 pm
Also by Tony Hill:THE MISOGYNIST | EDWARDIAN | LECKIE |
There’s a pervasive loneliness in a poem unread.
A desperation that rises from the page,
In a crescendo of embarrassed silence.
Unspoken words scream of repeated mistakes,
Echoing around a forest of wasted trees.
Leaves, torn from thought and limb,
Cascade to the floor and stagnate,
Stewing in the poet’s creative juice.
Distilled to a permeating, acidic brainwash,
Friday 17th November 2017 4:21 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Personal Ads | Haiku: Poisson |
write a poem ✍️
come back to it
leave it a bit longer ⏰
sleep on it 😫
read and tweak
fiddle with it 🎻
double check and spellcheck
reformat ᴉʇ 😕
shorten the lines
l e n g t h e n i t
add some italics
get bold with it
feeling quite happy 😃
spots a repeated word
oh f*** it !! 😭
words ©Colin Hill 2017
Friday 17th November 2017 2:09 pm
Also by Colin Hill:Haiku Hike | dictum tweet | into the arterial flow | panacea | Remember Remember | Proxy World | Succumb | Mary Bradley |
(A little belated. He died in 1982. But never forgotten.)
This elergy marks t’sad decline o’ Barnsley’s market ‘all
Epitomised by t’absence of one vacant butcher’s stall.
Its loss a cause o’ lamentation, keening an’ far worse
Purveyor ‘ere par excellence of pies – owd Albert ‘irst.
They mun speak o’ Melton Mowbray but owd Albert ‘ad ‘em beat
Not least because ‘is grow...
Friday 17th November 2017 1:28 pm
Also by John Coopey:METRE | EMMA, EMMA ENEMA | IT STARTED WITH A KISS | HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE |
caught up in a moment
feelings turn into actions
with hesitated movement
yet so full of intentions
when did it start or begin
we didn't know
where would it lead us
we didn't know
all we knew was to let it happen
to kill all of our lingering curiousity
to never question the what ifs
to lose the control we've maintained
the answer was always unclear
yet we could feel that it's rea...
Friday 17th November 2017 11:49 am
There must have been a refuge.
Here we are, are we not?
A blessed refuge in time of disaster,
the humble rock so sweet at rising flood.
And the power of one blade of grass!
Reverberate the cries of heaving hearts
in dreadful days of drought.
Our histories describe us all as refugees.
Our wits or prayers confirmed
fleeing flames; sidestepping storms;
here resolution is built, we are made ...
Friday 17th November 2017 10:58 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Much | A woman is like a white | Swami Speaks | Fundamental Particles | To Think |
When they were out,
she was in.
They used to shout,
and she clenching.
She was called,
and they wearing suit,
with shiny boot.
Her repute was made,
as a gloomy shade.
But you never know,
when wind will blow.
As you sow,
so shall you reap.
She won't let go,
her sacrifices to seep!
Friday 17th November 2017 10:33 am
"You're so lucky," she said, "you don't have to TRY to fall asleep. You can sleep so easily."
And I smiled shrugged and said, "yeah! This is the thing I never even considered to be thankful for,"
But then when I gave it a thought, I felt so perplexed,
Because to call myself 'lucky' just because I slept 'easily' never seemed like a check point on my to do list next!
So I looked in the thesaurus...
Friday 17th November 2017 10:23 am
Also by Sidra Shahid:Am I the worst one You have yet made?! | Dear God! | Burn the Fairytale Books! | The Subjects Don't Change, The Effects Do! | I am not whole | From myself to Jane Austen | We are All Actors | Questions Questions | My Anxiety | Poor Little Rich Girl |
Cry Freedom, the Lapland
It is not only Caledonia and the Flemish people
who are crying freedom, a new nation has been born
It stretches from Norway, Sweden and Finland.
The Swedes has accepted this new state as the female
activists said it would be discriminatory and racists to deny
The indigenous people their right.
Norway refused point blank, and as a retaliation ...
Friday 17th November 2017 8:47 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :indoctrination | The Nordic Dilemma | the Plateau | insubstantial | indoor and outdoor plants | a story of a mountain | the child in us | the cleaning lady | the gloom of October | the para | God`s laughter | a poem of disappointment | Dance of the wolves | love`s agony | tomorrows future | sexism | August night | lonely is the famous | Balfour | Balfour | autumnal air | the french connection |
I write this on a rainy day
i guess you can never take the pain away but
what matters most is what the pain teaches you,
something deeper than the ocean
it makes you realize the real you.
They say pain comes from the truth and the lie
was invented to cut a corner and make everything seem
smooth but in my experience the lie is the truth and
the truth is the lie because I te...
Friday 17th November 2017 7:50 am
I walked outside
"Hey animal," I said,
"what're you doing? To where are you bounding? Why so intently set are your shoulders? Your head?"
"I am seizing opportunity," He said
(Or, maybe it was a she)
But, now I was even more enthralled than previously
"I'm sorry, furry friend, it is not my desire to offend, but could you be so kind and please take the time, to elaborate on your earlier senti...
Friday 17th November 2017 7:00 am
Also by Dyphrent:Uncomfortable | Upset | Orchasm | Inevitables |
We vote these politicians in . But what do we get . They're Wined and Dined by us . Given the most expensive treats . Given privileges galor . Then it goes to their heads . Who pays for all their Joys . Who pays for all these Challenges. Why should they get freebies. We voted for a change in our lifestyle . Not to help Politicians Wine and Dine in Bars . In a work place that only the privileged g...
Friday 17th November 2017 6:12 am
Also by Wendy Higson:The Bravest Of The Brave | Bad Feelings | Our Banks | How Dare He | Faith In Others . |
Friday 17th November 2017 1:12 am
Also by Shirley Smothers:Who is This Woman in the Mirror SHAPE POEM | Anxiety |
Sneaking out at night to lie with your virgin girlfriend under the stars.
Seeing her face in the crowd at your High School football game.
Having a huge group of jock friends.
You never experienced any of that.
It's over. You lost at life.
Time to man up and become a provider.
Time to downsize and save for retirement.
Time to Gillette shave your face and become...
Thursday 16th November 2017 11:37 pm
Drawing Circles (Gaulke/Brown)
She's calling you from faraway
from the place that doesn't change
on the border of dreams and memories
where everything decays
you miss sundays on the beach
weekdays on tv
nothing then seems boring now
in a so-so pizza place
with a magnet in her hand
Thursday 16th November 2017 9:47 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Another Thing Again | Content | Playing Adults | Miss Stoic | Ex-introverts | Dirty | pledge drive promises | Traveling with you | Like Snowden |
I was isolated in the undergrowth
at the height of a precipice.
I was isolated and grasping a blade.
I was frightened and ready to kill
at any second. Then a Wise
in a shiny, glossy cloak appeared
on the path and said not to be scared
but to expose myself, so I did.
Tentatively we creeped along the road
and came to a mirror pool with dirt.
There was a small, mini tu...
Thursday 16th November 2017 9:36 pm
Also by Natfastic:Strangers | Scuttle Pincer | It's working | Cosmopolitan brightness |
Let’s say it was a winter Thursday afternoon
like any of the million winter Thursday afternoons
when I’d come home from work
just after you’d come home from work
and you’d gone over to the window
by the silent stereo sitting in the corner,
to close the curtains, to close out the torrid day.
I was standing in the doorway with my old brown coat still on
but this Thursday even...
Thursday 16th November 2017 6:45 pm
Also by David T Jones:Wistful @ Wittering | Beatification and snacks |
I’m hard-up, poor
I look it
So I keep my head down
And shuffle, carefully not touching
Beautiful, clever people:
They must be
Beautiful and clever
To be so rich
Thank God – - -
Is there one? – - -
I’m not yet about to
Sit outside McDonalds
With an open cap
And a dog
Summer’s good: nice and warm.
Thursday 16th November 2017 5:40 pm
Also by Dorinda MacDowell:Her Present Darkness |
Her young heart
fell to her feet,
over ripe fig
in a meadow.
the weight was
upon her lips.
of given anything
for the taste
or someone unlike
Thursday 16th November 2017 5:03 pm
Also by david patrick simon:The muse / the nowhere poems | Patty's magic bus / the nowhere poems | Full turn / the nowhere poems | Awake again / the nowhere poems |
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "health"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "wealth"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "living"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "giving"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "gain"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "pain"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "caring"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of ...
Thursday 16th November 2017 4:54 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:A THOUGHT FOR REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY | THE MENIN GATE - Remembrance Day Remembered | JULIA HARTLEY-BREWER | JULIA HARTLEY-BREWER |
but here is a softness
bruised knuckles brushing ears of wheat
a slight refrain
a ponderous disintegration of viola and clarinet
and gregor woke one morning as something alien
a mystery, clad in chitinous jade and with feelers, many eyes
could i be this burden to you?
a cloud passes the window
something pillow-like, nebulous
Thursday 16th November 2017 4:36 pm
Myself I have to blame
After declaring“I have severed
Our relation, intolerant to
Her theatrical and self-seeking love game!”
Back to square one, under
The pretext of sympathy, of course,
Buckling under her sight and voice
I acted the same,like a moth to a flame!
Though my siblings and friends
Advised, “A leech, if she has no other intent
Then, inconsiderate, she'll bleed you dry
Thursday 16th November 2017 2:25 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:What a lesson? | Psychological dome |
All the locking mechanisms went missing and the guns have vanished along with them.
Fumbling-dumbfounded-investigating the metal loops where pins used to hold secure--but now the doors have vanished too!
The crisp, grey winter air bites like growing alarm and there a beautiful female figure takes slow shape from the desolate wood; encompassing what once was an ...
Thursday 16th November 2017 1:38 pm
Also by Brent Cameron:One | Free |
Council House and Silent" is the raw and unsettling debut spoken word album from urban performance poet and poetry slam champion Sadie Davidson on Spoken Label.
Recorded at home in her airing cupboard after spending months in a hostel with her partner and two small children, "Council House and Silent" is a truthful, heartbreaking and highly provocative window in to life in Britain's underclass.
Thursday 16th November 2017 12:36 pm
Thursday 16th November 2017 10:43 am
Also by Parul:Mean |
She who seeks shall find,
Tasting the fruit of essence
She becomes alive!
O wild wombman, I see the passion
I see the stars in your eyes
The dreams, the hope -- hidden deep inside
It took a lot to bring you forth,
Shedding the layers, I so carefully placed around me
Breaking down the walls, exploring myself
Deeper and Deeper
Then I realized,
You are ...
Thursday 16th November 2017 3:17 am
Also by Gabrielle Renee':Untitled |
Bing bang boom
The lie was discovered in the room
Bing bang bong
All those that believed are gone
What once was said can not be renewed
Let this be a lesson for all of you
The danger was not with the truth
But instead the darkness that consumes
Filling you up with your thoughts and connecting those imaginary dots
Instead of floating higher, your pulled d...
Thursday 16th November 2017 2:56 am
Also by AmyLogan:The “Great” War |
Wednesday 15th November 2017 9:42 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Death of Belief | cut copper | Seeping River | pigeon |
Sometimes we’d win and we’d all go berserk.
But the bubbles have burst since we left Upton Park.
Hurst, Peters and Moore, an honest days work.
Sometimes we’d win and we’d all go berserk.
Sometimes we’d lose and we’d all rant and rave.
A tear up on the terraces, give the enemy a shave.
“West Ham until I die, until I’m in the grave.”
Sometimes we’d lose and we’d all rant and rave.
Wednesday 15th November 2017 5:08 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:At the Arts Council in Manchester | If I Could Take A Day |
I have always hankered after the life of the artist - including the world of the visual arts. In retirement I have the opportunity to follow that yearning.
The Humble Heart of the Craftsman
As corruption sheds its sting when seen
from lofty heights,
so humility shows its mettle
in the steady care of the gifted creator;
turning one's gaze from skilled hands
to the thi...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 3:29 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:The Quiet Soldier | Pavane | Tone Poem | The Imperfect Gardener | Sun - Kings |
The empty stems of the fennel
Under umbrella heads of raindrops
Are perches for the waiting birds
The grey green sage leaves
Glow crystal white in the frost
Moss grows where the branch
Leaves the trunk of the bonsai
Its ruddy leaves falling
Amongst the yellowing leaves
A single crimson rose bud perishes
Yellow leaves have fallen from the dogwood...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 10:53 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Parallel Echoes of Love | Ancestral | Three Haiku | Microcosm | Zen Reflexions | Above the Valley |
In the rain, see again the paling palate there,
On poplar tree, stick thin, bows all feather flared.
Edges which North-Wind rustle-tussle to dainty shimmer.
Lingering, the varnished drops of umber glimmer.
In every breath, a florid flood of clusters pour,
Earth’s face they grace, each freckle placed, upon the floor.
The bleak break, in Heaven’s name....
Wednesday 15th November 2017 9:35 am
Also by Beno:Family Vine | Treasure Island |
Surrounded by words, lines,
How can one just explain all these
Under Milk Wood,
Or Armitage, perhaps.
At school with War poets, Shakespeare,
prose with the late,
Great Brautigan. Hearing
McMillan's radio programme,
Does poetry's appeal
Wednesday 15th November 2017 8:20 am
Also by James Dust Jacket:Rose Tips/Undesired Destination |
A man told me if you can wait for love
Then you truly love them
Well a year has past by now
I can say I love her even more now
The waiting man will wait
At the waiting Tower
Just to stop time to
Hold her one more time
I don't need a promise to do this
It always been willingly
I know all good things are worth waiting for
So why wouldn't I wait for her
She made me the happiest I...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 4:47 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Letter To April | Not Alone | Good Morning Sunshine | Forever Girl |
I remember her eyes
ever gone a grip sudden regret
I never wanted to go I tripped can't forget
Still absent in a void once you were there
long hair across my face you made me aware
Wednesday 15th November 2017 3:34 am
Sit tight, keep quiet
keep still, no lights
No emotions, no tears
no rows, no fights
in a tin pot shelter
As hearts are beating
A belief in the mask
around necks to protect
but in reality a token
of advice misguided
to lessen the panic
amid all the destruction
Blacked out, s...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 11:55 pm
Also by Fred Varden:The Place of Dreams? | Vicious Cycle | COLOURS | Hideaway | Talking Eyes | Friends Prominent | Parenting for Dummies | Is there a nurse in the house? (Audio) | THE SCAM |
In the sponge of fog and lamplight,
the amber umber and a Sunday roast;
I am safe in the jungle, at last, I feel her
hurting and kick leaves, I drop my can of
petrol and caffeine unthinkingly and keep
walking, this is the one place that doesn’t mislead
but does present the dichotomy of a dozen misdeeds a minute;
the graffiti’s image gratifies, it satisfies that lesser men...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 11:10 pm
Tuesday 14th November 2017 9:13 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:HAIKU or haiku | Falling Short | 2041 | Ghostwriting |
Tuesday 14th November 2017 6:34 pm
I don't know?
is a good place to be
it sets you free.
To know is like being
in a cell
no way to tell
No need to make
a big deal
out of life
when you don't have
Which will be
responded to with
I don't know?
Only a fool
knows it all.
By Lynn Hahn
Tuesday 14th November 2017 5:24 pm
Gossip is simmering internal fathoms deep
So crazy for you I’m petrified by love
Witches watch the children cry,
As the jazz man freezes at what is here,
The Tesco Ghost floats like a butterfly
But gets stung by a speeding lorry
Freezing weapons like bullets
Then swallows wanting to come home
Leaves no more to be said
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:49 pm
I want to find myself lost in the panic of a moment
Want to feel my heart skip a beat
When I see the girl of my dreams - staring at me
Yeah - Staring - smiling - right at me
Yeah and the moment will feel so real - but it will be like a dream
And we’ll feel so light in our moment
Like we’re standing on the moon
Yeah like we’re standing on the moon
And it will be li...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:20 pm
Also by 220August:Seduce me | Missing you from me | Fall and Foster | Now Julie says man | When Our Song Becomes a Prayer | To Evona From Corbin |
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