the concrete road
still dark and darkening night, the dead cold of dying winter,
rain against the windscreen, speed in easy, selfish solitude.
my shirt gives up the scent of soap.
(i have no other dream.)
noise surrounds me, the oil-ribbed sounds of a lost summer,
the meaningless bypass between here and some other place.
yet hands formed this path.
(i have no othe...
Friday 23rd June 2017 9:43 am
Her poem punched holes in the blind-eyed walls,
made beats with her teeth
and bullets with her tongue.
Bang bang went her gun
made of eloquent rage
as she kicked out ire on a war-torn page.
She drank deep of electricity,
there is no mediocrity in her world's eye.
Now her fire feeds mine
and our minds come alive
and we rise like lions a...
Friday 23rd June 2017 9:39 am
She genius places a pause
that makes the poem
her season founded
here without support
in this one breath
and now rush headlong breathless
into her weightless pause
epitome of the examined life
a betweentimes equal to Art
reserving this space
for two blasts from the brass
not at war
Friday 23rd June 2017 7:13 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:For Me Gardening Mam | Drivel | Standing Stones With Imagination | Bedtime Of Doom | Foundlings |
I remember the first day we made eye contact
Because that's the day my life turned around
I knew from that very moment
True love is what I had found
The way you looked in my eyes
And flashed me your beautiful smile
Told me from that very moment
Your what I was looking for all the while
The way that you make me feel inside
Takes my every breath away
I've never come across an...
Friday 23rd June 2017 7:09 am
Also by Srinivas R Gowda:An Intoxicating Love |
I've worked my socks off to keep my family safe . And now they are adults . I will always do the same . I will speak my mind . And try my very best . To see that their allowed . To live and progress . It's been hard work never knowing how or when . My illnesses will take me or will they ever end . One step after another when your always feeling ill . A good day or a bad day . Sometimes you just ...
Friday 23rd June 2017 6:29 am
Also by Wendy Higson:People | Don't You Belive It | Racism | Don't | No Words | What A Lovely Song | Song Bird | Who Is Driving Our Taxis | My Chidren | If Only | Talk To Some One | What Next | The Remoaners |
Have you ever wondered if your neuronic arrangement possesses demonic derangement?(Answers can be submitted in poetic or demonic form).
Friday 23rd June 2017 6:24 am
Also by New Shoes:New Shoes, by the artist formally known as Old Shoes |
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Pat, Stuart, Andy, Christian George,
Tory George, Nick, Jan and Rose
We see clear to another day
1967 and the Hippy trail
Landed in Golden Gate Park
Palo Alto was
Looking for a revolution
And this is it: no beheadings, no murder,
No mass rape, no forced conversions,
No any nastyanyfuckingthing
It's just a box of rain
I don't know who put it there
Such a long-lon...
Friday 23rd June 2017 2:48 am
Also by John Marks:BUCKLE | Morecambe, 1971 | Twin compasses | Late spring |
sorrowfully homing in on failure
mourners of the defeated warriors of ill intent
unable to have darkened lifes illuminations
or shake any from their happy mantlings.
My dreams rejecting each and every one of their shadowing attempts
as I lie within my fortress of becalmed sleep
wrapped in the loosened moon dipped tourniquet of night
blind eyed to the huddled coweri...
Friday 23rd June 2017 2:02 am
Also by Jemima Jones:sorrow must never forget | relocation's,revision's,revival's. | without warning | from behind smashed windows | In a downloaded dream |
Your beauty has no bounds your strength has no limits
You run through my veins like the oxygen in my blood
Your eyes mesmerise me your skin is soft
Your hair is silky your popularity is of the scale
Your vibe is unreal you taste delicious
I tried the fruit from you tree and want to live, survive and thrive from it
I touched your skin and want to touch no more skins ran my finge...
Friday 23rd June 2017 1:54 am
Also by phillip noone:meal for one |
The clear path to freedom is going underneath
With the sight forbidden, and the clinging of keys
In the darkness of night to travel among trees
As underground railway brought North the slaves beneath
Don't let the smell wander to the nose of the dogs
Don't let the crackling sound scare to the shaking knees
Don't let the trace of feet be the waiting disease
Don't let food out to dry for th...
Friday 23rd June 2017 1:46 am
Also by Louis Audet:Blue eyes, brown eyes | Freedom at WOL | Last Lecture | Sex drive | Cougar | Let loose | Retirement - Sunday | Retirement - Saturday | Retirement - Friday | Retirement - Thursday | Retirement - Wednesday | Retirement - Tuesday | Retirement - Monday | For the loving moment | Right moves | The bachelor song | Genocide |
Running into you
I enjoy running into people
I've met in rush hour
I choose someone of a
Different age race sex
And I brush against
Briefcases and purses
Always making eye contact
So they don't mistake
My intentions in this way
I can save their faces
And dream of them until
Anxiety and pills
Take hold of me ar...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 10:21 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:In Public | free market |
A simple wooden boat glides
across a sea of immense tranquility
No engine or sail to propel her forward
only a gentle movement to traverse
I am a solitary figure
on an empty open deck
Ahead lies the promontory of
a land which is the horizon before us
with a setting sun behind
Closer I see the silhouettes
of people waving a loft
They beckon f...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 10:19 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Indoors | Self Imposed | The Aftermath | Gender Enjoyment | Moods | Sir Winston S Churchill | Sheeple | The Eyes | Hold onto Power | The Formative Years | Justice & Peace | Another Place | Wavelength | The Steamroller | The Season for Love | The Wind | Two Voices | A Different War | A New Vocabulary | The Barrack Room | Motorbike and Sidecar | When it is over... | The Joys of a Technophobe | A Hermitage | Election Time again | The Russians came to Tea |
I've always been disgusted to see old blokes who'd pissed down their fronts. Well, I suppose that age has now granted me some wisdom into this phenomenon, which I ascribe to a number of factors.
1. As a man gets older his waistline thickens so he pulls his trousers up ever higher to his narrowest girth, usually just under his tits. (The significance of this will soon be apparent).
Thursday 22nd June 2017 10:00 pm
Also by John Coopey:LADY IN RED | PEPE THE SHEEP SHAGGER | WINNERS AND LOSERS | POETRY GARDEN |
Thursday 22nd June 2017 9:48 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Morning Bill | Makyo | Free Radicals |
A pebble sat upon a beach and thought, as would a stone,
Of whether in the Universe it was a soul alone.
For it could see no evidence to otherwise disprove
That rocks had not the wherewithal to think or talk or move.
And there with countless coloured stones, all smooth and weatherworn,
Supressed its angst, lay motionless, stayed quiet and forlorn.
Through summers and through winter...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 9:32 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:The Pencil #MoreInCommon |
Pick a side; your call. But I guarantee
the grass is greener on the other.
They've beaten you one way or another,
just like your pathetic predecessors.
Look at you - a sweaty, neurotic mess,
dribbling the last of your whisky chaser
down your chest while glaring at the laptop
with your back hunched. You grip your shaking hands,
praying that the Argentine footbal...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 9:06 pm
Also by Neil Robertson:The Prisoner of Pollen | Never Like The First Time | Transition | Acts I and II | Records |
I can not
we will have
none of it.
Thursday 22nd June 2017 8:56 pm
Also by david patrick simon:A morning dream / the nowhere poems | Drain the sky / the nowhere poems | Sitting / the nowhere poems | This moment / the nowhere poems | ringmaster 9/ the nowhere poems | Irish dreams / the nowhere poems | The 47 year old poem / the nowhere poems | The cracker chronicles / the nowhere poems | Pages / the nowhere poems | The shadows of ashes / the nowhere poems | Auntie N / the nowhere poems | Out of breath / the nowhere poems |
Thursday 22nd June 2017 8:38 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Corner Stone | accruing achievements | My fathers way of toughing it out | warmly laughing while f*****g freezing! | Dregs | Afterglow | oration for those at the arse end of life | Angst addict | mucky merry-go-round |
The man turned to see
her lain upon the bed
The glimmering girl with
apple blossom hair
The wind from the sea
caressed her cheeks
far too sweet
Rising from the edge
of dark reverie
He threw a shadow
upon her face
A rippled splash
in which he sank
Like silver trout
after the fly
And down the hall
retraced his step...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 8:29 pm
Also by Colin Hill:Wind from the Sea | okimono | To the father and son | motes | The Total Paradigm Shift Generation | Punctured Lungs | Taper | In Meditation | A Fledgling Sonnet | good vibrations | Wreak - Inflict - Thrust |
You asked me what my intentions are,
I am the one driving this bus,
I'm not going in any particular direction, and not looking for any more than this.
Now if hindsight is 20/20
And I could look back at what may have been,
A life that we could have shared,
I can't regret what I've built and what I've been,
The only thing I wish is if you could have been there,
Do you ...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 8:12 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:Little Babies |
Some days I sit and smell the breeze
To forget about the inside and enjoy what isn't me.
My mirror becomes the meadow surrounded by trees
And the knobs on my knees are the roots underneath.
On the days I feel weak, I go to this place
Where the dew of my eyes becomes the rain.
Until it fills in puddles with the sun encased;
Caught in its reflection, never to come out again.
I wish to be...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 7:53 pm
Also by Michaela Sheldon:My Single Mother | My Bladder | When Am I Full? | When is It Full? | His Before Mine | Suckle Numple | Sour Fingers | Time is Flying | Red Stain | Twin of Hypnos | Collarbones | Mum Was Right | Beauty x3 | I Really Shouldn't Eat in the Sand. | I, The Loon | My Detonating Device | The Pekoe |
moor walking the dog
beneath an uninteresting sky
matching my mood.
Some obese ugly guy
over confident and stupid
in assuming his facial looks alone
gave him a right-ticket
to stop and ask me
an out of this world type question
of would I be interested sharing
what becomes so easy to see as being
his empty unpromising future.
at that point
I had no n...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 7:48 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:come reincarnation (for my good friend Raj) | earth out of control to Major God | out with the darkness | adrift | contented bore | struggling to cope with Mr.Biglove | design for a Kimono | voyage to everlasting light | demon killing instruction's | ultimate dissimilarity | and only | pondering the solar term | increasing the need of newborn lessons | Home>>inbox.......cowards chaos and patriotic comradeship | PRO'S AND CON'S | Cherry Blossom Lane | in the cross-hairs of her own morbid gun |
What is a disability?
Is it there for all to see?
Do they look a little special,
Or just a bit like me.
Maybe there is a wheel chair,
Crutches or a splint.
What about the eye patch?
Is there just a little hint?
What about that limp he has?
Or the crooked looking stance?
Some just look so ordinary.
They can even dance.
Some they think imagine it,
Thursday 22nd June 2017 6:05 pm
Also by Louise Hogg:Medication that's what I need | My Old Dog | Baby | Knock knock... | For a Friend | Sunny Days |
I know you'll excuse me when I write
In terms of envy, spleen and spite.
Holding forth in finger pointing finality
From my mountain summit of morality.
The well to do are there to be got at,
(If I had my way they would be shot at!).
Suspicious of their money and how they make it
Has me thinking of ways to take it.
And those that say they do their best
I find it easy to d...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 5:18 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:A TALE OF TWO CITIES | PERFORMANCE | THE POETRY JUDGE | LAND OF HOPE AND JACKANORY | HATE IS NEVER LATE |
I wish people would understand,
The plight I walk with hand-in-hand.
I wish they give me space to cry,
To make my heart able to fly.
I wish the confusion I feel to resolve,
So that I know, when to turn the valve.
I wish the stars, the moon would talk,
And tell me the time for me to walk.
I wish the birds, the bees would whisper,
The talks that I could decipher.
Thursday 22nd June 2017 5:00 pm
Like something from a gothic horror
This is not the way it’s meant to be
Pain and hurt crumbling from unsafe structures
And falling on the governments neglect
Because they’re poor
Because they’re vulnerable
Because they’re ‘not like us’
Souls lost to the flames
That crawled over short cuts
Or worse – over incompetence
Licked around the money ma...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 4:27 pm
Whatever happened to your revolution?
You’re working for Barclays, you’re up for promotion.
Back in the eighties you’d rage against Thatcher.
This time next month you’ll be regional manager.
Congratulations, you’ve made it in banking.
You’re queen of the high street, your CV’s outstanding.
How does it feel to be part of the team,
in the faceless, exploitative, corporate machin...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 2:13 pm
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Come ye not to Englands fields
the sunlit uplands are not real,
and though her streets were paved in gold
they’ve potholed since the gold was sold.
Come ye not to Englands towns
her working spaces now playgrounds,
and white vans cruise the early hours
collecting poor to pick her flowers.
Come ye not to Englands arms
our motherland has lost her charms,
Thursday 22nd June 2017 11:26 am
Also by Wolfgar:Scatterlings | The Drop | Grenfell raw | Decomposer | School gates | There ain't half been some clever bastards | Fresh water grooming | Stiff Upper | A suitable period of mourning |
Securely tuck your fears under elastic
at the centre of your waist with your left hand,
and with your right, hold the remaining
metres of spun silk - your future, facing inside.
Measure the drop of the fall
and it’s finely stitched edge
for correct positioning against heels.
Wrap yourself in the gossamer fold,
swirling the diaphanous film behind
but stay level ...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 2:21 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:PRIORITY SEATING No. 2 | Foetal naked at fifty | Keep |
the kind of love that grabs you by the throat
i am trash and you are trash, an isthmus
have you ever just said fuck it
and felt the stars on your tongue
hold the blood and the wine in your mouth
like sweet flesh made sin
kneel as a virgin
rise as a whore
turn to all the horrible, wonderful people
tell them it is too dark outside to turn the light within
Wednesday 21st June 2017 8:36 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:nobody shall sleep | words in the silk | poem in which i find something beautiful |
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We're going down to the Cotswolds
where the air is fresh and clean;
though Chelsea is our spiritual seat
our other dwelling is rather good
quite isolated by hedges and wood.
The local message is understood
we contribute to the great and good
supporting local stores and our pub
we like to mix and match our life;
Jem is doing well with ponies
Toby and I are joining...
Wednesday 21st June 2017 5:58 pm
Also by ray pool:THE WAYFARER | MOTHER'S RUIN | BIRDMAN | SILVERSIDES v CHARRINGTON | ENGAGEMENT | DOWN MEMORY LANE | LAID TO REST |
Lords of the tempest – ruling wind and rain
that lash eternally your mountain peak,
feel you the hearts of humans that you pain?
they are your marionettes when you chaos wreak,
and dash on rocks their reason; when on bleak
dead waters of despondency they're bourne
by midnight waves ungovernable thrown,
or cast on Cimmerian shores that know no dawn,
or into the mouth of...
Wednesday 21st June 2017 1:46 pm
When children we were poor, and that was ok,
we knew hunger,
it was not so much not having much living in unsanitary houses
no bathroom we all lived like this and thought nothing of it,
it was that our life was staked out by authority
our job after
seven years schooling was to man the factory, some went
further and became welders and others electricians wh...
Wednesday 21st June 2017 10:16 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :sink bucket | the first flower | 007 | when in Rome | choices | homeward | redemption | a vision | the interior landscape | paint with words | it could happen | to see clearly | harvest time | the ambulance 1 | misgivings | all roads |
Its Friday and it’s four o’clock
At the gardener’s arms
And the boys are at the bench
Baking staking hot
The beers are in
The smokes are out
The jokes are flying
And dying like swatted flies on table tops
But laughter pervades none the less
Across reddened sultry crowns and cheeks
Where bare bravado reigns
In the hope
Of topless golden s...
Wednesday 21st June 2017 9:18 am
Also by Martin Elder:I have seen |
Baby you don't got me feeling blue
You got me feeling black
All I feel is darkness, I ain't never running back, to you
I can never do that, the feelings that u left me, got me rolling back, the time
When I thought you were mine, told you that I needed you and u decided that I'm, a waste
You thought you put us in our place, breaking up the good shit, all there's left is bullshit, a cave
Wednesday 21st June 2017 9:06 am
Also by iesha washington:Ex |
As I breathe into this window
misting the rain streaks
nose catching the chill.
I look down and across.
A child runs this way, that way
through the graveyard.
Oh! If I only could be carried to the daisies
the creeping and stinging weeds of age.
I would hold a scythe to myself
hack at the waste.
On the glass I write,
‘All is not lost.’
Tuesday 20th June 2017 10:30 pm
Teenagers, cycling across the Dales
up country roads in the seventies sun
wheels turning, chests burning
on our way to Tan Hill Inn
Too young to drink then
we'd sit in the garden
catch our breath and if we're lucky
maybe the northern lights
I'd take photographs
thinking to myself
one day I'll bring my wife here
one day I'll bring my children
if I have any
and we'd cycle home
Tuesday 20th June 2017 8:06 pm
It brings me joy to watch your face
As when I bring things to our place
Your eyes light up with a little spark
That shows this thing is your mark
So the next time I see the thing I got
It will not ever be in its proper spot
It will always be upon your person
As you're not in the least fearsome
That I will start to huff and puff
When I see you take all my stuff
Because it bring m...
Tuesday 20th June 2017 2:30 pm
Hey you groovy guyz what’s going on down
Everybody has just left this sweltering town
And the word is they are heading for the coast
Try and stop me and you will definitely be toast
What on earth is this mass stampede all about?
Anyway I am just going to jump scream and shout
Very nice to meet you vibrant blazing sun
Everybody is on the beach having big fun
Tuesday 20th June 2017 1:31 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:Batman (Adam West) R.I.P. | Vote For Me | Flaming June |
Tuesday 20th June 2017 1:00 pm
Also by rseed:Quote stealing! John 1:5, the bible | Self |
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Stuff the down-on-their-luck,
Let’s make “difficult decisions”,
Such sentimental muck,
About Public Service excisions,
Say the down-on-their-knees,
At the altar of Capital,
As their hearts freeze,
Friends with the respectable,
With the hosts with the most,
Pew-bound, forever blue,
"Not for the many, but the few".
Tuesday 20th June 2017 10:44 am
Also by Lancashire County Palatine トレッカー詩人:In Memoriam | SHAMELESS | BRING IT ON | Strong and Stable | Bugger All |
Only a moment ago I felt my love for you rise above the ordinary.
Locked in truth and spirit.
It’s a miracle that happened because we did not push. We just opened the doors and it wafted in.
We never pushed for acceptance or approval.
And it came, again and again and again. Filling us. Flooding us.
Our union is destined for eternity. It is not of this world.
I listen as you sing ...
Tuesday 20th June 2017 7:38 am
Also by Chakraj:Nothing's changed | Our Divine Dance | I feel you shining in me | You make my heart sing | Listen to your heart petal | Shit, I burnt the dictionary. | When you're in pain, thank heavens |
Monday 19th June 2017 11:56 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:reflection | changing is painful | insensitive lover | can i dissociate | i want to feel free | emotional quitter |
don’t rock the boat
but it’s already sinking
don’t make a noise
but the silence is poisoned
sit on the fence
but it’s splintered and breaking
look the other way
but children are starving
and words taken hostage
crammed into cages
are testing their teeth
on ragged promises
until swollen with anger
nursed by rage
they eat away the e...
Monday 19th June 2017 11:47 pm
Also by Karen Ankers:Meeting At Euston |
The elephant in the room is me.
My madness sprawled over this seat,
and generations to follow;
like a bad smell it will linger
in hearts and memories.
My epitaph "mad as a box of frogs".
No one picks this path,
arms tattooed with hieroglyphic scars and
a liver rotting with overdoses,
spilling madness like tears,
traumatizing loved ones with my DNA,
Monday 19th June 2017 11:11 pm
Also by Patricia Hughes:A Poem For The Disenfranchised | Pain and Joy with nothing in between. | I'm Fine. | The day my dad went mad. | Now and Then |
Margaret, Mags or Margie
Whoever knows your name
Knows you're kind and friendly
With perhaps a hint of spice
Take it from someone who knows
There's a world of fans just out there
Wishing you all the best
Whether it's Margaret, Mags or Margie
We know you're one of the best
Monday 19th June 2017 10:15 pm
The sin of my ways
Haunting for all my days
Like leaves in a tree, with the wind I sway
Attempting to fill every tray
As my heart is hardened to clay
I can only see what lies in my way
My heart is dropped into the fray
Am I not enough for one person to stay?
Father, there must be a better way!
Oh, but there is my son
I have sent you on a run
So the Spirit may show...
Monday 19th June 2017 4:56 pm
Also by Travis:Broken | Count it All Joy | The Transformative Gospel | 2 Corinthians 5:17 | Living Water | What does God Want from Us? |
Lost in the summer haze
still filtering out those greys,
still absent in waste,
vacant in change
rearranging my stain
an inherent pain
My bones leak into my soul,
the mud absorbs everything
but the flow
and the black fog
still follows me home.
The desert can be bleak
especially when the colour
and the sand...
Monday 19th June 2017 3:00 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:Still | Mystic Blue | Golden Hues | Waiting | Open |
A coin placed in my mouth to pay the fare.
The ferryman's eyes are a fearsome stare.
Rich or poor the coin would be the same.
Wealth has no meaning in this new domain.
Across the Styx he tackles twists and flow.
Between the worlds Charon's boat will go.
The unburied, or those without fare to pay.
Would walk lonely lands forever and a day.
Sullen souls into the waters would be cast.
Monday 19th June 2017 10:48 am
Also by Mike Bartram:Sleeping Dogs | My Life Beneath The Sea | Left Behind |
Nose slimes, chem drips down my throat slice.
Sniffling spit the blow fly.
Cascades of emesis, Sinus bled red . Sniffing flakes of flesh an flem.
Razor stained, Tickling my neck again,
As I Dance with death.
The phantom stands demands my breath.
Wrestling the mirrors reflect.
Stare still into the pillars of wreck.
Spirits turn spirit-less,
Liquor fill, Spill and drench.
Monday 19th June 2017 9:24 am
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