The Essence of Forgiveness
A tree slowly reaching out
its fullness only realised in time
Maturity spurs it to perfection
found when its full glory is attained
So the source of wisdom grows
deep within the human soul
Growth often hard and rugged
can with a moral sense espouse forgiveness
The completeness of the human soul
is a tree of grace and beauty to behold...
Sunday 30th April 2017 9:22 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Nature´s Tunnel | The Other Mind | Auschwitz : Never Again | The Lament of a Technophobe | Aladdins Cave | A Family Gathering | One of many... | Nostalgia | A Dagger drawn | Darkness | The Lady of the House | The End Game | Time for a Change | When we die... | An Inspiring Landscape | Powerless | Here only for a while... | Passion | Dawn | Mushroom Picking | Befuddled | His Cherished Domain | A Frontier of Contrast | A Sad Memory | Quakers | Exodus | The Homeland | Shell Shock | The Beholder | A Mountain Journey | Immense Sorrow | Chemical Attack - Syria | Just after... | To be me | Sexuality | Apathy | Over the Moat | My Library | Astral Journey | The Mind Released | Passing Through | Holiday Makers | A Journey |
Nothing seemed to comfort him
his troubled soul cried out for relief
then he heard a clarion call
offering a firm belief
born again ! born again !
never the same the same again
he was inducted
like lightning conducted
by Billy Graham's rally cry
ringing out ringing out
from uncertain ground to heavenly sky..
"Billy Billy you are the bes...
Sunday 30th April 2017 8:07 pm
Also by ray pool:TIME FLIES, NOTHING CHANGES | AT THE WATERING HOLE | DESMOND HUGH ALOYSIUS | MOMENT OF TRUTH | SACRIFICE | PRINCE CHARLES's LAMENT | NORTH BY NORTHWEST | THE ELEPHANT IN THE GARDEN | TONGUE TWISTER | OLD POLITICIANS | HISTORIES AND MYSTERIES | NIGHT ERRORS |
If only you could see
That I'm crying
My lonely chest
If only you could know
That I am at fault
For all that has happened
If only you could hear
The sorrow in my voice
As I speak
As I breath
As I blink
As I listen
If you could only understand
Sunday 30th April 2017 7:32 pm
Also by Jason Phillips:Cont5. | Cont4. | Cont3. | Cont2. | Cont. | Some new stuff |
The Comedy of Giants
I once ran these hills without breaking a sweat,
And camped upon the summit of Englands tallest -
Singing punk lullabies at night, while
The stars danced merriment upon the eye,
Those years were the personal victory
Of a boy who came from a town that only wanted
To cripple and belittle the shining ones;
To take away all that our elders fe...
Sunday 30th April 2017 7:17 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:Spite Britannia | She Rang To Inform You Of......... | Anniversary |
I remember watching step-dad beating my mom
And him yelling at me in an alcohol breath
"If you say anything, I'll knock her down to death"
Being scared for her life of this ticking time bomb
Crying myself to sleep, almost daily routine
Wondering why my mom stayed paralzed to him
Wanting a helping hand out of this sadness grim
Trying to shake her up to quickly leave this scene
I was onl...
Sunday 30th April 2017 4:58 pm
Also by Louis Audet:The new reality | The cleaning | Life as a puzzle | Attention | Drunken State | Escape Route | True Desire | The in-between | Sinking | The look that she gave me | The exotic beauty | Living with pain | The writer | True love hits | Night in Cuba | Best foot forward | Gardener and maid | Beautiful Bikini | Shading | Creepy old guy | My relaxation | Resort Fun | <untitled> | Forgiveness | The taking | Time is yours | Rainbow Love | There is no real justice | Création – Destruction |
Poem 16 of 230: A BEAUTIFUL STAGE
If a couple, with plans to wed,
Asked me, off the top of my head,
On somewhere I thought well in-tune
As a place for a honeymoon,
It would have - flashing back - to be
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Sunday 30th April 2017 3:28 pm
Illuminating circles of luminescent light caress the edges of your enticing form
The hues intensify in your eyes as colours contrast within your visionaries
Wrinkles form on the edges of your affectionaries, you are divine.
Scars run deeper than the darkest of deserted dreams
But you are mine.
Sunday 30th April 2017 1:11 pm
A Picture 1960
In the sepia light, a thin man, dressed in a generous grey suit,
stands reading titles outside a bookshop, in a London street.
A woman, in a long black dress, white blues and flat, sensible shoes,
walks up and taps him on his shoulder.
They briefly kiss walk off I wondered if they were long time married
or discreet English lovers on their lunch brea...
Sunday 30th April 2017 9:07 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :the broken mind | a fleece of a dream | elegiac | vacation | our concensus | baby milk | strolling | filial loyalty | the farewell | idle thoughts | golden hair | street lamps | to pull oneself up | oppressed | retaliation | pole-dancing | (untitled) | The Land we loved | gutted | codfish | codfish | weekends | dream night | narrative | the huddled masses | travel to Atrgentina | crystal like | the afters going on | when robots ruled and the guardian went into liquidation | the inharitence | ANC and Joe Slovo | cement-mixer |
Chest pain, dizziness , out of breath.
Arm pain, nausea, gasp for breath.
An ambulance whisks me from untimely death
and drops me at the nearest a&e.
It's 2am and all’s well
Though sticky pads, slapped here and there,
pinch the skin and pull the hair
from a chest waxed bare
by the pads of previous ecgs.
I lie still, relax, and breath.
It's 4am and all’s well.
I am, as y...
Sunday 30th April 2017 7:52 am
Also by Garry Rowlands:Dull Rainbows | Dancing Eyes | Daft enough to die | Feeling a bit ill. | Zombie Ball | Lost To Darkness | Choreographing Breakfast | Am I Me | I Looked Away | To See You |
Grasping at straws, Reaching out to the stars. We both have had flaws and Battle scars. Let nature take it"s course, I am willing to put this out in the universe for you to see and read, This is like first aid, we both need; As these hands layed. You are over there, I am over here, As I still care. Like they say come on in the water is fine, as I add this to my vine.
Sunday 30th April 2017 4:13 am
Also by Kenneth James Keller:I am a writer | Lay me down to rest | I Bet | Flushed and Crushed | Desire | I have done all I can | You got to know | Fingertips | Just when you thought I Was Done |
Bursting with charisma
These two Kings of Rock n’ Roll
sure knew how to pull the heartstrings
and bring music to the soul
They rocked through every jailhouse
Left every hound dog all shook up
With gyrating hips and tempting lips
and eyes of cheeky pups
They synchronised their every move
added blends of looks and charm
The screams and faints awaiting them
caused authorities alarm
Sunday 30th April 2017 12:46 am
Also by David Lindsay:Crowese |
There is a forest I do not like
You may not like it either
A forest far larger than any other.
No trick of words or meaning is employed here
It’s a real forest made of real trees
It has more trees than any other single forest.
A forest that stretches beyond every horizon
Vast is its cloak, prolific in the extreme
A forest unplanned, allowed to spawn unfettered....
Saturday 29th April 2017 10:37 pm
A boy bounds through the playground with a red ball,
Kicking up dust of a joy he once knew,
His right footed volley is greeted by the roar
Of helicopters circling above the street.
And as the few play Jenga with the lives of many,
Walls and dreams crumble around his bare feet.
A kaleidoscope of gas, tears and orange
Ambulance seats tumble around before his eyes.
Simply a child. Lullabied t...
Saturday 29th April 2017 10:18 pm
not much time passes without me thinking of them
adrift on more of a raft than a boat
being on a sea they should have had nothing to do with.
Naive to the precarious inhospitalities of the tides
which in too many cases will send them to people the biggest silence of all,
cruelly diverted from their appointment with freedom
while the inexcusable looking on world is trying to...
Saturday 29th April 2017 8:30 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:in a rural sunset | neccessity of fools gold |
Saturday 29th April 2017 8:04 pm
Also by Melissa Gentile:Bloom | Epidemic |
Saturday 29th April 2017 6:28 pm
Also by A.M. Clarke:Another New Apartment | Abscence |
He liked to start bottom left
Where Underneath Lies Interred
The Body of Bridget the widdow of the late
Richard Howell of ffynnon velen
Who died on the 14th March 1763
In the 76th year of her age.
His high speed plastic wires
Scythed through the buttercups and daisies
Sent ladybird legs flying and bees knees
Dislocated with decapitated heads.
THIS Plain stone is here ...
Saturday 29th April 2017 5:52 pm
Also by Colin Hill:calling the day | Swipe (v.9.16.16) - re-post for Nat | There was a Green Hill Far Away | i could be talking to myself | Neutrino Doppelgängers | Outbound | Aligned | Second Time Around | Imagine please that I am blind | Tracks | Finding Beauty |
Every time I look at you
my heart strums a dissonant chord.
It sickens me to the core
to see you stuck in this casket
while your body gathers dust.
Which reminds me - Dust in the Wind
is what I would play on you
many performances ago
when we simply blew away
the total audience of none.
I would often envisage
50,000 strong arenas
of people captivated...
Saturday 29th April 2017 10:50 am
Also by Neil Robertson:Momentary Musings | Under a Different Cloud | I, Once Removed | Truck | Shopping List | Rowing |
i will love you at a far
because no matter where you are
you will forever leave a scar
we went our seperate ways i see i took the wrong turn
i recollect the path i took straight to the tunnel
will that dimlight was darker than my life has been
you were the light to the end of that tunnel to my world
the sink was shipped and i got lost in the ocean without a re...
Saturday 29th April 2017 8:44 am
Takes all the colours
to make the rainbow
There is no gold
stuck in a moment
unable to own it.
I can't restart,
fall or fold,
Jack of hearts,
I hold my hand apart
I play my cards in parts
take a hammer to the heart,
smash my world into the stars,
crash into the shards
and cut myself apart
for the art.
I do it for the art.
Saturday 29th April 2017 4:09 am
Also by MyDystopiA:My Muse | Reverse | Half Moon | Will | Hurricane | Add | Sunday | Rope | Golden |
Let me tell you
That the world is broken
That the rich have spoken
Let me tell you
That there is no hope left
That the world has gone deaf
Let me tell you
That morals have vanished
That people are famished
Let me tell you
That we will always have tea
That others aren't so lucky
Let me tell you
That I've tried and failed
That greed prevailed
Let me tell you
That the mean hav...
Saturday 29th April 2017 3:04 am
Also by Aishah:Don't speak | Hard | Suspicion | The Garden | The Art of Cheating |
awake again and seeing red
through midnight blue eyes swimming
in growing black pool pupils
--the groundhog sees his shadow
but mine never appears
though I know it follows
close behind, waiting for
the rising dawn to break the zenith
and mark the fall of another day.
Saturday 29th April 2017 1:29 am
Also by elPintor:shedding light where angels fear to tread | selective mute | discontinuity | chalk one up | operation black sight |
has been saying
something about somebody.
someone's had too much
to say for themselves,
toxic words put into
other people's mouths
that will spread
like 'flu to every
whose loose lips
spill words like pub drunks.
someone is going
to trip over
a wagging tongue
and set free a cat
from somebody els...
Friday 28th April 2017 9:45 pm
Also by Paul Waring:Going Around In Circles | Fibs And Secrets | On Nights | Drop The Rope | Supermarket Space Invaders | Undress Rehearsal | Here's The Sting | Eggocentric | Queen of Camden | Cooper's Hill Cheese-Rolling | Being Someone Else | Jazz Notes, Harlem 1950's | Days Like This | Felling Us |
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I was chasing mercury spheres across a tray
when I first saw you,
trying to draw them into a syringe.
Contemplating how a layman might best get them into
We shook hands and went for coffee in the atrium.
You briefly outlined your career path,
and we chatted combatively
about breaching recently enhanced security measures.
In China we fe...
Friday 28th April 2017 5:01 pm
Also by Wolfgar:The Sky at Night | The body politic | Icebergs | Whispers | Venetian morning | CASEVAC | Not summoned by bells | Hotel Harvest | Private viewings in The City of Light | I see you everywhere | Molecule | The stand up | Pre-enlightened vista (a predictive text) | Songbirds | How small | Pain |
Imagination comes out of nowhere
landing inside a fantasy world
projects ideas into different images
let's you decide the direction
when flying off it leaves
a poem of your creation.
Friday 28th April 2017 3:57 pm
With every breathe I take you drag me down,
With every second I spend awake you force me to drown.
In my sorrow.
In my wounds.
I wonder if there'll be a tomorrow.
I'm in love.
With a boy.
He completes me, makes spending the days with you.
But with every breathe I take is a fighting one.
Like two arms pulling me apart.
I wonder if he sees the pain that lies u...
Friday 28th April 2017 3:57 pm
Also by Hannah Orosco:A Vision of Love | Falling for a Girl (Man's POV) | Exposed | Working Man By: My Best Friend Waylon <3 | Nothing | Stillest Point | Your Touch | Colors | Her | The Beauty | The Deep Darkness | Little Sister Hush Hush | Ugly Words | The Missing Piece | Daddy's Little Princess |
Death brings us closer #25
The only connection I truly had with this young man was the darkness that beholds us both,
He could speak with such talent and such words, you would think it was a bible oath,
This young, charming and daring man was a fighter,
However, all fights but come to an end,
In his case, it was the end, however, I will remember this, and I will defend,
Friday 28th April 2017 3:43 pm
Also by Samual Jake:Death Part II | my webiste | Lie & Run | Dormant | Dont Quit | I Lied | Manic | Lovers or Friends? | Bipolar & My Brother |
after three beers you saw the clouds for what they were
white letters on a pale blue background
but there is something inside you
something slick, metallic and unrecognisable
it comes up when you speak of your father
or when you hear the works of erik satie
you showed me how to plug your ears
so that the screaming turned to the whisper of the sea
a rattling wheeze stuc...
Friday 28th April 2017 1:09 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:after reading the bible, naked and afraid | what god has joined together let no man put asunder | to sea at last |
I am many faceted
not see-through glass
I proudly wear my life colours
individuality scratched into my skin
gaze deeply into my painted experiences
shared memories etched in bright reflections
see strength and character in the vines which
grow in defiance - spirited independence in
the starbursts of my femininity - purposeful
illustrations of origina...
Friday 28th April 2017 2:03 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:An Easter Tragedy | 'Turning The Page' | The Bar of Grief | Poem Hunter e-books | Isradella |
Today I realised I had walked away,
Today I know I still care,
But today I know I did the right thing.
Tommorow I won't forget you,
Tommorow I wouldn't shun you,
But tommorow I wouldn't call on you.
Yesterday I was angry,
Yesterday I wanted to forget,
But yesterday can't be erased.
My future wasn't meant to be with you,
My future is my motivation to move forward,
But my future won...
Thursday 27th April 2017 11:52 pm
Freedom you say well
what does that imply, to
stand up for your rights
as others take the hit
as wheels of commerce
trundle to a juddering halt
there must be fault you say
the bosses they must pay, no
longer pennies for the breadline
poor who cannot feed their brood
bring out the placards go on strike
shop stewards grab your tinny mikes
or is it immig...
Thursday 27th April 2017 8:26 pm
Also by Philipos:CURFEW |
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For forty four years since I was a lad
I’ve voted for Labour just like my dad;
When Labour was Old and when Labour was New
We voted for Wilson and Callaghan’s crew
For Foot and for Blair and for Miliband too.
For while Labour was proud and once a broad church
It welcomed allcomers which made it so strong;
It’s now more exclusive and leftwards it’s lurched
Thursday 27th April 2017 7:24 pm
Also by John Coopey:KKK | NO MORE DOGGIN' | WRONG ROAD ROUN' - AN URBAN VILLANELLE | SAMMY B GOODE | MANBOOBS |
Under my pillow the whispering heart of Simone Weil
expresses sweet love better than I could ever hope to.
Please don't wake me only to face the day empty-handed.
Under my pillow beaks Mozart among the nightingales;
sweet message of the soaring song at last loud and clear.
Don't wake me for surely I will come away with nothing.
Under my pillow the fierce red eyes of the ...
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:53 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Private Poems | Called Back To The Sea | Against Chaos | In Consequence Of Love | (untitled) | A Four-Letter Word? | Before The Angels | (untitled) |
Thursday 27th April 2017 12:59 am
Also by A Brady:Yet Still I Run | Who I am Becoming | Why I Do Not Want to Hear That You Love Me |
the world you lived in as a child
was small enough for small beliefs
the healing power of ice cream
miracles that mended toys
and a mother whose hands could wipe away
tear stained pain
but I cannot mend
will make him breathe again
you are taller than me now
Wednesday 26th April 2017 11:38 pm
Also by Karen Ankers:On Parade | Left Behind | Hero | David | Unseen |
Staring down at three fresh mounds of soil
Rain running down the collar of my shirt
Tears gently rolling down across my cheeks
As I stare uncomprehending at the dirt
Three lives gone, taken from me forever
Leaving behind, a shell of a man and a mountain of hurt
Lost in my memories and my inner thoughts
Staring blankly at the freshly turned dirt
Wednesday 26th April 2017 10:41 pm
Also by Andy Smyth:My basement empire | Shopping and When I've Gone | Inspiration | I Wish | My Garden | On a Train | Poetic licence | Milestone |
The more I go
The darker it gets
Doesn't matter what is my choice
It's always the wrong one
I missed all the tracks
But there is no survivor left in me
I wish I was the never ending story
That at least came to end.
Wednesday 26th April 2017 8:36 pm
The rain is falling now,
it cleanses the sorrow.
Shades of brown and blue,
painful thoughts are pushing through.
The agony rises and tears like a saw,
the horizon is shallow but reaps so raw.
Wait. Wait. Will change come soon?
Trials of life are my boon.
Experiences are plentiful,
wisdom now soars while deafining silence counters.
We sought no...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 7:18 pm
Also by Larry Smith:Chimes | Affirmation | Why can't I see you? | Land of Dreams | Time's Up | Suffering |
our toes buried
is a wonderland.
to the wind.
of our lust
Wednesday 26th April 2017 6:17 pm
Also by david patrick simon:Whispers cry / the nowhere poems | A different point of view / the nowhere poems | Margret's dreams / the nowhere poeems | No survivors and what we leave behind / the nowhere poems | A door held opened / the nowhere poems | Insecure moments / the nowhere poems | Lost and not quite found / the nowhere poems | Imbetween / the nowhere poems | Still / the nowhere poems | keeps me guessing / the nowhere poems | this canopy of you / the nowhere poems | the hunger of loneliness / the nowhere poems | the rebirthing poems / 10 | the long run / the nowhere poems | last conversations / the nowhere poems |
I'm my mind I go back to the rim of the big canyon that I spent so much time at as a child.
I can vividly see how it looked back then, the sage brush and cedars blowing gently in the wind.
I can smell the dust and the vegetation that surrounds you always in this place.
I can remember the deer running in the bottom of the canyon.
I can hear my grandpa as we sit there telling me stories and ...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 5:31 pm
Also by Jeffrey McGehee:Self Perception | The Morning | Brilliance of the sun |
the mean voice inside my head,
a monster tormenting me.
You are lurking in the darkness,
waiting for the moments when I'm weak.
When I am feeling down,
that's when you speak.
Won't you stop?
for some peace.
And I keep telling myself
Wednesday 26th April 2017 4:59 pm
Awakening and rekindling
The exhilarating experience
Of being a cherished object
Of love and desire
With a flattering affectionate look
"Other than you I have
No beauty to admire!"
Fanning the ember of
An emotionally not-checked-in
Wife's lady hood in to a fire
I put off her attire
To enjoy a forbidden fruit
I never imagined
I could succeed to acquire!
The girl who shunned me
Wednesday 26th April 2017 4:08 pm
it was similar to the resurrection
oh but not the same..
i overheard a mother qualify and explain
something about their
miraculously risen cat..
the mother zoned-in on my baffled expression snagged
and within her reflection she gently flung
she culled and hulled and duffed my air
then away into the supermarket she burned
her piety affronted
and there morphed aglow
an angry mumsnet ph...
Wednesday 26th April 2017 2:12 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:Escape To Easter Island A Gated Community |
Hitting the Wrong Note
Rooted next to his upright piano,
close in the tiny room,
I couldn't breathe.
He held one hand
to the small of my back,
the other across my
(I can believe he loved
the music, but he craved
only angels, expected them -
and, by God, he was
going to have them,
even if he clipped
their wings along the way).
Wednesday 26th April 2017 10:55 am
Also by David Redfield:Essay: poetry & the screen |
and there he was, so perfect and handsome. big brown eyes staring at me like i was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. i hope for him to look at me like that forever, and to kiss me like the sun kisses the ocean every night.
Tuesday 25th April 2017 11:04 pm
Before undertaking its last journey,
whether it be through
air water fire or earth
a soul must be carefully prepared;
well clothed within the
warming fibres of contentment;
adequately nourished by
the clarity of conscience,
with the power of purpose
and taught to be fluent
in the infinite lexicon
thus a soul fed of such ri...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 10:45 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Parfum | Wolverton | Hejira 1 | Sociocide | Gandini 4x4 | March to May |
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Tender is the Night
And all her forgotten beauty
People passing out of sight
On this August midnight
When the serpent and the saviour sat
Somewhere in England.
No truths are hidden from our lady moon
No disguising her faintest silvery tune.
Such wide-open rosy faces, facing the blackest sky,
While gnarled hands shade their frightened eyes,
Tuesday 25th April 2017 10:34 pm
Also by John Marks:The foggy, foggy dew | Lancaster | GOOD FRIDAY - riding eastwards. | Dreamtime |
And in the refrigerator at night
Food is more useful and right
Nothing is forever under the star
Started my doctor from afar
About alcohol - I know my norm as such
But I can’t drink so much
You are very chained by brain
Let me loosen the chain
Olga's heart is made of ...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 7:29 pm
When I was a man leaning against walls
and that was all I did with my day, the walls:
pebble-dashed, bricked, wood -
I was just a man that leant against walls.
At some point something changed and I ceased
to be a man who leant against walls and more
of a man that salted cucumbers.
The cucumbers would arrive in packs of ten
and, with method, I would apply the salt,...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 12:47 pm
Malcolm on the ball. Big Mac does his trademark shimmy and slips in a slick pass to Cheryl.
Well we all know she has the X Factor and after a few precious yards lofts it to Kurly-Haired Keegan.
KK as we known him weaves his magic, taking one, two, three defenders with him.
Sets up Kate who is rather slow on the left wing. Bless her, our Ms. Adie. She has served club and c...
Tuesday 25th April 2017 10:46 am
Also by Chakraj:Meet Fear, my new friend. |
|last 30 days||last year|
Colin Hill on in salt water valleys beneath salt water mountains (1 hour ago)