Every woman needs the moment of escape
From the solemn duties that brushes the make-up
Of the common routine and to think of the lump
Building in inner ground, as sewage in landscape
Be the fortune teller, tell the world of your age
That you are proud of it, these wrinkles of wisdom
And you have desire for days until boredom
Let them line-up at door for the welcoming stage
Saturday 20th October 2018 4:39 am
Also by Louis Audet:For her | For our Debbie | New Love |
Dont give in to attitude problems . We know people who are sick have problems . But most of the time they just want to forget . Don’t blame others for failures brought on by the past . Don’t blame others who don’t remember what’s past . Some people don’t remember . They just want to forget . So why force it on people . Who have their Regrets . Sort your own attitudes out . And leave others alone .
Saturday 20th October 2018 4:34 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Hip Hip Hooray | Not Trusting Our Votes | Testing The Water | Faith In Others | Brilliant |
I don't have anything else to give.
I don't have anything else to give and I'm on the floor dying.
Don't they realize she has let go so many times. Not so easily attainable, her need for respect is insatiable.
But so unreachable every time her fingers stretch out to touch it.
Nothing will ever change, each person will treat her the same.
Chew me up and spit me out with my swol...
Saturday 20th October 2018 3:56 am
Also by VHH:Winded words | Validation | Know me |
..set it off like a funeral pyre,
intoxicated on ether like fumes of gasoline
--I heard it said
that's what to do
once it's done
until it's dead...
and everyday, still,
I watch as you arrive back home
clutching a brown paper sack
before an opened door
the blinding bright specter
inside, of life left behind
standing momentarily picturesqu...
Saturday 20th October 2018 3:14 am
Also by elPintor:red sun | bodies in free fall | unbroken (a timeline in prepositions) | portfolio--modern treatise/old idea | IS and IS NOT | bodies in orbit |
Could you please tell me
The silver lining behind all this
I've been looking for a remedy
My heart so broken missing you
I don't know where I belong
The memory of you is growing cold
Just want to know where I belong
Without you I don't feel comfortable
I feel like everyone wants me dead
This autumn had me at my worst
When You're Gone
There's no place to call home
My heart is getti...
Saturday 20th October 2018 3:00 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Through Melancholy Eyes | Firefly Battle of Lasagna Mountain | Melancholy 2 | Samurai Bebop 7 Sympathy | Write What You Honestly Know | I drank to fill the emptiness, but the more I drank the emptier I felt | Space Cowboy 13 The Last Death | A Poem For Tracy | The Starry Night | Just Average Rap Song. | Melancholy 2.0 | Words of The Waiting Man 20 | Firefly And Half Eating Sour Patch Kid | American Dream | Melancholy Fever | I'm Not Swell Little Firefly |
Trust, my dearest friend. 17 hands of pure chestnut, with two white socks, a white strip down your face, and when I get a little behind on your grooming, fuzzy little whiskers upon your muzzle. Trust, he’s a horse. But not just any horse. An athlete. A thoroughbred. A war horse.
If someday I should ever have to give you up, I want you to know that you are, were, my favorite. Sassi is my heart ...
Saturday 20th October 2018 2:11 am
As the environmental
continue to deteriorate
I mysteriously find
what I need
to maintain my emotional
stability available to me
direct with free
Saturday 20th October 2018 1:38 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:What it isn’t | Recent Hits | On the label | At The Poetry Factory | The Leaving Man | Placeholder | emergency romance | memories are new | Intimacy | Dark Matters |
Poems that do not rhyme often
Do not help themselves - considering -
Poems that deal with obscure sibjects
Such as by-gone times and dead people fail
To engage the attention of those who'd.
Choose to focus on supermarkets, special deals
Buying stuff online and being a very BIG part
Of a WhatsApp group that crosses generations
And sexual orientations. .
If you think you'r...
Saturday 20th October 2018 12:34 am
Also by John E Marks:Byzantine | A Romani Remembers. | Elegy | The flowers of the forest | To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux | Aramaic | Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248 | Kassia: A Bold and Beautiful Woman, a Byzantine Poet | The power to burst the bounds | Forget-Me-Not | MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | OPEN AIR THEATRE | METEMPSYCHOSIS | ANGELUS BELL | Warmer than Blood | Meg | A lamentation upon the fall of Constantinople 29th May 1453 | The Resurrection of the dead | A Revisitation... |
Out driving our first cars at night
snaking the blackness of North East country roads
I'd flick the headlights off
hear the girls scream
then back on and we'd crack up laughing
In our town, there wasn't much to do
but wander looping streets
haunt the park outside of college
blow house to house, see who was home
or spend it lying in your bedroom laughing
When you and Chris split, he ...
Saturday 20th October 2018 12:13 am
We did the same more or less
as we did every Saturday night
We went to a few pubs,
we had a few pints, had a fight,
(well nearly...more of a scuffle really)
met up with a few mates,
played pool, told a few gags
looked at dirty mags
Meanwhile, upstairs in Burtons,
our girlfriends continued to dance
around their handbags
Saturday 20th October 2018 12:13 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Unhappy Hunting Ground | Backstabbers | Royal Baby | Man on the Clapham Omnibus | Successful Failures | Gandhi | Feeling Peckish? | He | Nightmare Scenario revisted |
With a happy nod to Howard Dietz - top wordsmith and creator of the famous MGM Film trademark.
Dancing in the dark,
Till this life ends
We're dancing in the dark,
When all strife ends.
So - whether leading or led,
If invited - nod your head;
Never look askance...
Just grab the chance
Let's face the music and dance.
Saturday 20th October 2018 12:02 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:WESTMINSTER WALK | MISUNDERSTOOD | WHO GUARDS THE GUARDIAN? | AISLE BE SEEING YOU! - Saturday Verse | ISLAND NATION | DOOM AND GLOOM | A POET'S DUTY | WET BLANKET | WINNERS & LOSERS - Saturday rhyme time | QUESTION | OCTOBER |
Mask to mask the scent of death
Bird of prey and herb filled breath
Heavy steps and heavy leather cloak
Solid in form and passing like smoke
Through a city brought to its knees
To fight back ever impending disease
To cure or to count the dying and dead
In desperate hopes to halt the spread
Hired by all to serve rich and poor
Hear him knocking on every door
Cane in han...
Friday 19th October 2018 9:55 pm
I often ponder time squandered.
Squinted as I gandered.
Aimlessly, I wandered.
Should've sprinted but meandered.
Thought I planned it all.
Nice wages and some land that sprawls.
Not going out like Neanderthals.
I survived the Ice Ages and the Thaws.
Now's the time that I stand or fall.
Friday 19th October 2018 8:02 pm
Also by Eric James:SUMMER SOULSTICE | HINDSIGHT | SPACED OUT | MIDLIFE | STAR STRUCK | REAL ESTATE OF MIND | TO RUSH, WITH LOVE | VISION | R.I.P. | OXYGEN | VIDI VENI VICI | RYE HUMOR | SLEEPLESSNESS | A to Z | THE PARADE | EATING CROW | DRAGON | NIGHTCRAWLER | TIME PIECE | NIKKI |
It is pouring
The raindrops are flowing
in the stream of tears
Heaven torn to shreds,
doesn’t want to stitch
back together again
I am weak
Hidden in my shell
Waiting for it to finally
I look through the window
The world so empty and cold
My eyes hungry
Searching for the glimmer of hope
I see one, tiny,
floating right towards m...
Friday 19th October 2018 7:51 pm
Also by Anya:The Mountain | Zero | The World Haiku | Hope | A Label Haiku |
THE WAITING ROOM
By The Urban Poet
Waiting for our Dad outside the pub
Told to be quiet as children should
Sharing a packet of Smiths crisps
With blue salt bags, in the evening mist
Waiting downstairs as the Doctor arrives
To examine my Father who nearly died
Tuberculosis was rife in those days
Chips wrapped in paper, not on plastic trays
Waiting at the Labo...
Friday 19th October 2018 7:39 pm
Also by Fred Varden:I need to relax! | The Ostentatious Mr Glitz |
Fast fading,fast fading,
Light and darkness mixed up in cocktail,
Masks jeer at face,
How can beauty hide under polished nail?
In the golden cage,
Souls feel suffocation,
Lets join the flea-market
Bask in the concocted distinction.
Fast fading,fast fading all the divine gifts.
Friday 19th October 2018 6:06 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Give Me Word | Wither | Quest | In Praise of Your Glance | "WE" and.. | Gift Me a Rainy Day | Camera On... | An Ache | A Question | Fool | Murky |
Friday 19th October 2018 4:59 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Insanity Comes Calling Part Two |
Friday 19th October 2018 4:59 pm
Also by d.knape:Assisted Sleeping | Shopping Cart | Requiem For Moth | Waste Of Time | Vacant Lot | The Fly Who Came In From The Cold | Suffering Fools | The Humor Condition | Hummingbirds | Women And Restrooms | Thoughts | Forever Taught | Chances | School Bus | Bad Memory | Living With Me | INITIALS | Koi Pond |
(A poem for Autumn. I hate bloody Autumn!)
The sun shines bright but thin today
But still casts shadows, if to say,
“Remember I’ll be strong once more
When winter’s chill has passed away”.
For as in summers gone before
The garden’s growth it will restore
To chit the seed and warm the beast
And once again be held in awe.
Then to the West and from the East...
Friday 19th October 2018 4:16 pm
Also by John Coopey:HARRY POTTER | X2 = ((x – y) * (x + y)) + y2 | ARTHUR AP UTHER - THE BATTLE OF LUGG VALE | CROSSROADS MOTEL | THE GHOST OF THE GHOST OF REES McGINN | UPSKIRTING 2 | BORIS THE BIDER |
I only try to write of joy
But you only read my sorrow
She came to me by chance
I suppose that's always so
We sang the bodies' lively dance
She rescued me from woe
She came to me in passion
I only knew my lonely life
We dreamt our bodies' ration
She rescued me from strife
The tear you see escape my eye
Remembers only pleasure
The gasp of breath yo...
Friday 19th October 2018 3:19 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:The Sailors' Homecoming | Colour 309 U | e-Love | Storm Watcher | A Day in 100 Thoughts | Late Wisdom | Ashes in a Wilderness | Travel Sickness | Autumn Thoughts |
Blood Brothers In Arms
My uncle Jack nearly died
in the battle of the Somme.
Crawling from his trench
he was the victim of the bomb
that threw him in the air
and killed his brother, Tom.
Deafened by the blast
and blinded by the mud
he lay upon the battlefield
drowning in his blood,
praying God would save him
as only his God could.
But the gods ...
Friday 19th October 2018 1:48 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:SCREAMING BLUE MURDER - NEW ALBUM |
flowers of of days and man
growing along the path of time
pollinated by home made failure home made luck
shedding offspring seeds as they go
Human innocence that behaved in the nursery
all too quickly goes from naive pupil to barely acceptable teacher
in the rotting school of humanities opposing ideologies
and falling into the depths of unsure susceptibilit...
Friday 19th October 2018 12:44 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Mr and Mrs Maelstrom | critically looking for Xanadu | if Hendrix had made it to old ( gigging ) age | kicking the arse of my own capabilities awake | obligatory divorcing of time | using jealousy as a weapon | in the mad courtroom of my head | merriment woven into a winters day | cold comparisons ( life outside office hours ) | car-'sin'-ogeni-city | visitation | back up boyfriend | breathing is | fiendish fisher | perusing after taste's | La Luna a tribute | over expectant anglers |
Happy days and sunny rays
Saddle us to our giddy ride of lifes delight’
Promises made in whispers and out of sight
When conjugated give us the trust we prayed it might
Journeys shared hand in hand
Blissful joys etherally shone through us
Now together heart by heart
As one a life enjoyed
may leave your free to sing your song
With another a share...
Friday 19th October 2018 11:35 am
Also by Matt Townsend:As I leave | Before the hold, before the relentless grey cold | Unrealised |
The vanishing key
First, he made a frame
Then he made the door
He painted it blue,
Put it on top of the knoll
One day he walked through
And locked it.
When he returned
He couldn`t find the key
Hence he never got home.
Friday 19th October 2018 9:43 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :when Mossad came to town | pay inequality | the nothingness | Bianca Jagger | the casket | the residue of the past | catering officer | one sided coin | school days | when bombs fell | sa song of love | in defence of Donald Trump? | life as it is | cats | surprise |
When there is a beauty which can burst from your skin,
It will show off all the colours that are hiding within.
Some might be your favourite, some might be mine. .
But they will all show, in a matter of time.
Each colour has a story. Something to tell,
They shine through the cracks and holes in your shell
At first they are beautiful , and then they will blend
when they can smudge together ,...
Friday 19th October 2018 9:12 am
Also by Caoimhe June Jane Ryan:Grandparents |
Friday 19th October 2018 8:53 am
Also by hugh:From pasture to plate | You could be president! | The worm experiment | A moving experience | A visual boost | A missed kiss | Bad bottom behaviour | Spaghetti | Life in a Care home | Stress can make a mess | Bill's can win | 18 | A visit to New York | Snapped up and swallowed,a crocodile scare. |
We're sick of these words,
but really we're sick of hearing those that suffer their impact remind us of them.
Our lives are unaffected by these words,
so we have no wish to discuss them or to actually think what they mean to others.
Our lives are better without thinking,
so please don’t tell us about things that we might have to think about.
We simply tell ourselve...
Friday 19th October 2018 8:35 am
Also by Ran:Squat to Piss |
Friday 19th October 2018 7:24 am
Also by Don Matthews:Politicians Praying. Instead of Acting | A Bloody Disgrace | A Trap of Life | Our Aussie Newsreader Natasha | Do You Share My Problem ? | My Very Disjointed Theme Contribution | Ing in Overtime | The Fallen Arch | Clutter Haiku | Service Has Gone Down the Gurgler | I'm Skilling Up On This Difficult Genre | Lower the Pass Mark -Sorted | Again and Again and Again | What's Going On? : An Adelaide Cinquain a la DM | Who Holds My Key? | Newsreaders | Leopard Kill |
under the coldness of marble
mournful and tremulous warbles
of obscured figures of circumstances
unborn children denied first glances
beyond the coldness of their core
gift of the mother they abhor
resentment and murderous fire
the fear of a promethean desire
when everything grows apart
when everything goes silent but your heart
when dreams are so close to reach
Friday 19th October 2018 2:18 am
Friday 19th October 2018 1:00 am
Also by yajaira:HiGH TIMES #2 | To Me. From Me. | Today You Remembered | Mr. Charming |
An outcast, a burden, emotional instability’s emaciated hostage.
The fading marks on her skin, a mere map of the painful roads of her past.
She’s frozen, no way out of the solitary confinement that is her own mind.
Derogatory whispers slowly convince her that she is unwanted, unloved, alone.
Thursday 18th October 2018 9:05 pm
Also by Kayleigh Denton:Melancholy. |
What with all the omnishambles of Brexit, I got to thinking about what our national identity really is. When you think about it, we have some pretty bizarre national symbols, but ultimately what does it mean to be British / English, etc? See what you think of this...
Our national dish is curry, true,
Our Saint is George who dragons slew,
From Yorkshire field...
Thursday 18th October 2018 8:54 pm
Also by mike booth:Breaking News, Breaking Laws |
Thursday 18th October 2018 5:53 pm
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Air Quotes, also known as sarcasm, Spoken from the Other Point of View | I am who I am |
Had gotten a ticket
To ride on the
Hot air balloon
A visit to London
To stay with his cousin
Far too soon
Crickets are lucky
And never are stuffy
Always are faithful
Having a cricket
Is just the right ticket
To bring joy forever
Chris Cricket did visit
And said to me, Sir
Thursday 18th October 2018 5:03 pm
Also by Bruce Levine:Narcissism Extraordinaire | Munchkin Creatures | Joe Rabbit | Tom Turtle | Another Day Down | Like Love Fills The Heart | I'll Take Manhattan | Glory Days Are Here | John The Fish | Deloris Duck | An Alternate Universe | Home | At Home in New York | The Age of Technology |
Thursday 18th October 2018 4:43 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Him |
Benjamin Britten strode out
one crisp spring morning to a crowd of seagulls;
North Sea clouds parted
to let the sun through.
This was his muse, his choir,
a thin gruel of music in his head
preparing for release.
Harps and the voices of boys split infinity
over the shingle.
He worried about the cause,
the great horizon of gestation held tight
in an unaccep...
Thursday 18th October 2018 4:36 pm
Also by ray pool:BENJAMIN BRITTEN | ROYAL DISAPPOINTMENT | CRUCIFIXION | YORKSHIRE BREW | WHERE I LIVE | FUNCTION ROOM | FOOD CULTURE | EPITAPH | SIMPLE FARE |
All meat prepared on these premises is Halal
said the Consul General to the Prince
the Prince envisioned the turbulent Priest
and how he’d look as mince
Now the room smells distinctly clean
the bookshelf straight and stacked
no trace at all of what had been
of where the hack was hacked
In fine offices of State
true horror was expressed
that contracts we...
Thursday 18th October 2018 3:25 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Sudden downpour | Child of no hope | The Skeleton Tree | The Virtue Signallers | In the Admiralty stairwell | Show the working (how to damage a nation) | On The Skeleton Coast | Cowardly Posthumous Truth | To the Mistress of the Sea | Rebels | Misery |
Call yr friends, pretend to be "present".. but lost in your head,
Retreiving letters, scattered notes, words, lists, noises, buttons.
God bless yourself.. with holy water. turn the other cheek.. but its still stinging...
piece of my heart
Rebates, checkmates and constellations, ramifications, deliberations. Acts with intent and precision.. like a surgeon.. going in for extracti...
Thursday 18th October 2018 1:50 pm
Also by Pagan Poetry:Baggage Claim |
Every single day I get a torrent in my inbox:
online communities that crave my support
with a signature, a letter, a donation to unlock
a Saudi prison cell; save turtles; alert
a smug politician to the suffering of the needy;
grant safe asylum to desperate refugees;
liberate wealth from the clutches of the greedy;
or restrict global warming to one point five degrees.
Thursday 18th October 2018 1:28 pm
Appreciations of Summers should be heightened every Winter
not cooled into forgetfulness.
Cooled, like the shaded places that relieve the thankless over-heated
who typically every August hope hot extremities
would find somewhere else to go for a while when we knew
they would then start complaining about the lack of heat
and moan their ways into warmer clothes till solar repleni...
Thursday 18th October 2018 11:55 am
Also by Jemima Jones:Bakelite Telephone | Sick Silver Cloud | Gobbledegook | In praise of Mr Hood. | You tell me! | if natures body clock changes | The sober morning after | Precious hours...their sanctuaries |
Thursday 18th October 2018 7:47 am
Also by Jane Briganti:Alone | Euphoria | Haiku - Marriage | Contemplation | I Love You | Success | Time | A Mother's Message |
My hope is that one day I can wake up and not feel like shit.
I wish I could wake up and be excited to start my day instead of dragging my bones and convincing myself in my head to learn how to breathe again.
I yearn to make a difference on this cold heart of mine, and to learn how to love myself as a human again instead of an object that is so easily breakable.
I want to be stron...
Thursday 18th October 2018 5:09 am
Also by D Lee:Hopes | Fall |
I want a girl who makes my heart skip a beat
just by her smile
A girl who could turn my world round and round
just by her laugh
A girl who makes me feel worth something
with just one look
And sometimes I wonder
Could you be that girl?
that girl who I snuggle on rainy days
that girl who i surprise with candy
that girl who I make blush
that girl who ...
Thursday 18th October 2018 4:14 am
She asks which part of her body
I like the most and I say it’s
the softness, the smoothness of her
inner thigh, so as to remind her of
the start of it all, that time she wore
striped stockings that rose a mile high
in that direction. I think it was a fancy-dress,
she must have gone as a pair of legs.
I ask her whi...
Thursday 18th October 2018 3:19 am
Also by Peter Taylor:THOUGHTS OF AUTUMN (audio version) | THOUGHTS OF AUTUMN | LEAVING A WAKE |
Lullaby for peaceful dreams,
Tumbles over ancient granite,
Cascades to deep pools,
Echoes through the hollow,
Near silent frozen winter nights,
Windows closed tight,
Spring snow melting,
Thunders through the hollow,
Gurgling and giggling summer's eves,
Trickling in harmony with falling leaves,
Ever present in the house at the end of the village,
Thursday 18th October 2018 2:55 am
Also by Thomas Long:Diamond Dust |
Pinewood slabs in the kitchen that stay in the libraries for the
tea and more to then laugh today,
I’m just glad that the chicken tasted the ripe cherries from the
tree before she then passed away,
Rickety boots on brick or beach roofs to stand in a silent storm where the sun’s palatable
rays abound with truth to then see,
Chicory roots or hickory shoots by the dan...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 11:23 pm
Also by Big Sal:Review for the Album 'Screaming Blue Murder' - by The Crows of Albion and Ian Whiteley | The Shining Path | Verisimilitude: Volume 1 |
Who run the darkened world
but vendors and customers?
Fanfares come over the treetops, theirs
their writing carved in stone.
Am I assumed to go to market?
Then turn back my muse, my genius
my unbelievable guardian angel.
All turn grey as the speechless ones.
Who, spying, run from tree to tree
as if their shadow isn't perfectly clear?
Exemplars all but eluding me
meanwhile I hav...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 10:03 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Nocturne | Fourteen Divided By Two | Stage |
The color of my mood is autumn.
It’s high time to write a poem…
The sights are marvelous and amazing.
Some trees are just blazing.
Like an artist the nature paints.
Little by little the warmth faints.
The trees are razing their leaves,
More often the weather deceives.
Guess, what could you impress?
When autumn weaves a colorful dress!
What frightens us in a fall?...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 5:25 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:Blue color | Maybe,I am not smart ... |
She is .......
Of shattering pain and hopeless nights, her face my solemn prayer
Who she is cannot be chained, her desire for a woman just like her
I am just a man, who reached for dreams, our love impossibility
We tried in vain, our tears combined, but her soul reaches for a goddess
To fight against her destiny is a challenge that can’t be won
Her path along that...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 4:02 pm
Old wounds have begun to heal.
This new life feels unreal.
The shadow hanging above my soul.
I was once trapped within a role.
The wounded one full of anger
Dragging his worthless anchor.
Behold look into the mirror.
Now gaze upon your own error.
You thought you couldn't stumble
But it's the season to be humble.
No time for embracing illusion.
The former has reach...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 3:35 pm
Also by Jezer Ureña:Joy of Aging | Be | My | Reset |
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