On a crowded Christmas Street, I saw her
something of the way she walked, I sensed her perfume
I hurried after she touched her shoulder, alas
it was not her, not the woman of my dreams.
I said sorry; she smiled and said that was ok.
in her brown-warm eyes, I saw a hint of invitation
alas, I was in love with the mythical one, said sorry again
flapped my wi...
Wednesday 26th January 2022 9:26 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the wish | COLD WEATHER FRONT | the remote | the mystery of man | the lonely cabin | the river of dreams | senryu | the orchard | the song contest | a morning moment | futulity | memorials | dawn of man | the smallest life | big rats in Cobenhagen | tanka | the never ending story | bitter love | ideology | how far is far' | unwritten page | lemon tree very pretty | ascension (rewritten) | THE BRAVE SOLDIER | pre-surgery | oranges | farmland | hinterland | The Flash | Boby Fett's adventure |
My grandson and I were busy blowing bubbles,
Thereby reducing time spent watching TV.
We’re forever blowing existential bubbles,
Bubbles, bubbles, bubbles, Just William and me.
Bubbles are the ideal poetic material
Offering up their onomatopoeia
And redolence of childhood hopes
Of floating away in the carefree air.
Carried, as they are,
By the random ...
Wednesday 26th January 2022 6:46 am
Also by John Botterill:Life as a Treasure Hunt | Not Many Happy Returns | Blood Man | Nobody Told Me! | Thanks, Buddy. | On Me Phone | Kindness | Your car's too wide! | Poetic Licence | Fish and a Chippie | All at Sea. |
She grew up on Star Trek
In another galaxy
Because she never learned the right terminology
She tries to teach me about Spock
Well I don't give a 😍
I'd rather give our whole generation
An update on outdated education!
Wednesday 26th January 2022 6:25 am
Also by Kevin Tan:It's better that we part | Where's the pause button? | Proper Propaganda | I'm in a celebrity conspiracy | 22 January 2022 | You shouldn't have done wrong to anyone | Window of opportunity | Dumb, Foolish, Stupid, Unwise & Idiotic | I murder to eat, not for my pride | Therapy | Racism & Xenophobia | The Japanese Holocaust | The love for money is the root of all good | Humanity | Dankbaar ondanks (Dutch) |
As the months go by
The plants will die just to live
All over again
Wednesday 26th January 2022 1:37 am
Also by Lauren Em:Beautiful | Narcissism | Insomnia |
Martha married a millionaire instead of marrying me.
Many would say she got it right, and I would quite agree,
I wouldn't dream of dissing her or taking her to task,
I, too, would marry a millionaire if only one would ask.
Wednesday 26th January 2022 1:06 am
Also by branwell kent:What A Dick |
Days pass unenlighteningly
In the other room
Mourning in outer space
Meetings on Zoom. Buried near enough.
Splendid unknown unlnowns assist me
You, who hardly know me, prevaricate,
Intimidated by the gravitas of life,
Soldiers, the saddest of alchemists,
Turn a trick on the front line
Turn wine into water, blood into hell;
At the summit of the shroud,
Above clouds, tattered prayer fl...
Wednesday 26th January 2022 12:57 am
Also by John E Marks:Synaesthesia | A Sufi Saint contemplates his imminent dissolution | CONQUEST | Otto's lament | No woman is an island | Raindrop | Winter tree | Popocatépetl | A Litter of Roads | Beloved City | O! hear the silence now | The Wild | And so she goes | Taliesin | Identity theft | Savant syndrome | St Sophia's cathedral, Constantinople | On the edge of the world |
I'm enjoying each day as it's served on a platter of life
There's something within that helps me breathe happiness
The joy of being in the mortal world for a brief, limited time
Not knowing the start, unaware of the end
Just marching on, a pleasure ride of my lovely life
Heading straight into a divine destiny following the call to prayer
Each moment is a beautiful mystery solve...
Wednesday 26th January 2022 12:30 am
Also by Moonlight:102. Poem | 101. Not a poem | 100. Poem | Century | 99. Poem | 98. Poem | 97. Poem | Sleeping | 95. Poem | 96. Poem | 94. Poem | 93. Poem | 92. Poem | 89. Poem "love the 89" | 91. Poem | 90. Poem | Alliance of parties | 88. Poem | 87. Poem |
The constriction is covert,
the strings are made of silk:
it's attrition by stealth.
The letters from prison,
penned by unreason
in the syntax of petulance,
unfurl the frustration
over the failure
of the fabled
to materialize in
the realm of the real.
And the dullness
promised in a hiss
one can play deaf to
no more, gently seeps
Wednesday 26th January 2022 12:06 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Narratives | Crumbling | Anew | Disregarded | Undoing | Transubstantiation |
Tuesday 25th January 2022 11:19 pm
Ayudame, hermana, he me caído!
Help me, sister, I have fallen.
I, Willow, have called you, O Scissortail,
You and your harem.
Graze off the pests that swarm upon me.
How I love you!
You go about your business, demand nothing of me.
Help my sister too. She has fallen beside me.
Her limbs are broken and scattered.
Her old skin, ripped open, peels from ivory bones.
Yet see how still she c...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 7:52 pm
My wife returns from a funeral
and says: I know now
what we should play at yours.
The deceased arrived
to the strains
of Flanders and Swann's
Slow Train, a lament
that lists so many
bulldozed by Beeching.
The service leaflet has
a tank engine and coaches
on its cover. I find myself
composing the first line
of my o...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 6:02 pm
Also by Greg Freeman:For Ronnie | Drizzle | 'Go, go, go'! | 1963 | There's a dinosaur in the bath |
We're to edit this book, not read and discard it,
not, heaven forbid, burn it.
But a bed of nettles can't be approached
and the thorny bramble stands impenetrable,
we're to soften the edges of this picture
not whitewash it all, frame included.
Though the stench is strong and the danger clear
our minds, already gardening, work fast.
We're to strum this guitar as a student
not polish i...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 3:51 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Song For The Chorus | PARALLEL LIVES | From The Horse's Mouth | Mould On A Pristine Universe | Recognition | Unfinished |
What is this exquisite pain
Coursing through my veins
The agony possesses me
Like a lover
In the rain
My tortured soul
Glares back at me
Through the prism
Of shattered glass
A myriad of little pieces
Before falling to my feet
These tears that flood my eyes
Obstruct the clarity of view
As I search my broken heart
Tuesday 25th January 2022 3:14 pm
Also by Clare:Insignificant, Significant, Magnificent Me! | For You. | Cézanne’s Muse | Inhale, Exhale - A Conversation with Betty. | Care with a small c | Drape Your Skin | Roar | A Date with Amphitrite | Searching | Winter Forest |
Diamond moon GLA
Gem of the heavens
Diamond of an ink black sky
Drawing the attention
Of black clouds passing by
Walking through the wood
A path leads down a hill
The light as daytime floods
The estuary lying still
She casts my shadow on the earth
A silhouette of rebirth
The moon’s spell unfurls
A ray of hopeful love
As she moves acr...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 1:42 pm
Also by Grant Aspinall:Eternal Full Moon | Ca Ira | Dolphin Moon | Success | Barricade | Overdraft | Our Precious Cat | Success | Our Precious Cat | Barricade |
Walk between them
these rows and rows
of silent stones,
they mark the place
where we came from
we are their sons
Tipped over stones
fall into ruin
so seldom do
the kinfolk come,
this holy place
too far for some
the pace too slow
for those who run
Yet drawn toward
these silent stones
one still walks
the memory of
Tuesday 25th January 2022 12:42 pm
Also by d.knape:Pondering | Followed By Cop | Compatible Companions | Drive-Thru Vax | The Sky Theater | Daylight Dreams | The Leaf Blowers | Red Light | Persistent Living | Daytime Moon | The Two Of Us | Government Guidelines For Eating Roast | Seasons | Short Leash | Death Of A Cricket | Castoffs | Catepillars | Old Wooden Houses | Following A Creek | Pshaw | Non-Renewable Energy | Feeding Sparrows | Thunder & Ghosts | Mirror |
So it has happened once again
yet another incident
Boris walked in on a party
completely by accident
It seems everywhere he goes
there is a party going on
A birthday or work meeting
A bit of fun for everyone
At number 10 Downing Street
the lockdown rules do not apply
The house and grounds are exempt
there’s no need for them to comply
This explains how in lockdown
Tuesday 25th January 2022 12:05 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Winter Butterfly | It’s A Small World | First Wordle | Meatloaf RIP | Show Off | Mesmerising And Heavenly | Crisp Winters Day | Leighton Moss | PoemADay19 | Full Moon | Wolf Moon | Inquisitive And Still | Winter Sunset | Golden Morning Light | January Morning | Winter Sunrise | January Rainbow | Hamish The Highland Cow | On Thin Ice | PoemADay5 | Morning Sun | It’s Not My Party | Great Britain Pt2 | Great Britain | Wild Birds | Low Mist | Cold And Old | Dark Knight Mystery (pt3) | Cyril The Squirrel | Dark Knight Mystery (part 2) | Dark Knight Mystery | Elegant And Graceful | January Blues, Today’s News | Todays Trip | New Year Wish |
To simply love someone does not compair to being in love with someone.
loving someone is an action, a choice one can make for themselfs. this alone can not be simply relied apon.
Being in love with someone is all consuming and will swallow you whole. It does not ask for reason and is all someone could need.
Loving someone is a choice, a switch that can be controlled. Loving is giving the ...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 12:00 pm
Also by kimberley anne swindle:The recipe for a love cake | If soul mates do exist. |
Can I just fizzle away into the 808s
And fuck the heartbreaks
That ensnared me into your trap
Like the music I thought you were.
I hit replay, replay, replay
Just to feel the reverb jumpstart my chest again.
You never made my ears cry like the melodies did anyways.
Tuesday 25th January 2022 6:09 am
Also by M3RK:Schrodinger's Felines | crosses | finders, keepers | Where gods go to die | Erosion |
One day he will follow her to the sea
By way of creek breaking through cold pine root
Through stone and sand, through outstretched hand
Through this silent land he laps languidly
Rushes relentless, rests in pools, rolling blue jewels
To the sea, on to the endless sea, meet her at the shore
The salt and the roar, the recession of wave and water
Starlight's son and daughter, mingling in the t...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 12:18 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:Apis | Sugartree | Standing in a shaft of light |
Tranquilly awoken by the chirping of robins
The sun narrowly gleaming over the hazy horizon
Fresh dew providing my senses with clarity as this new dawn arrises
Appreciating the rush of crisp air as it permeates throughout the room
Whilst also savoring the warmth of the quilts and the comfort of my lover
As yesterdays troubles fade in the sunlight
I have awoken to begin anew...
Monday 24th January 2022 11:32 pm
Also by Cody Roach:Book of Life | Tidings | Portrait | Blood Sport | Lioness | An oasis of love |
Feelings of gratefulness envelopes me
As I arise from my deep sleep
Leading me Into the wakefulness
And paving a way of never-ending feats
Feelings of happiness surrounds me
At dawn the oceans of warmth drowns me
Like a crystal that shines bright
Emanating an eternal loving light
Feelings of love showers upon me
Drenching me completely
Dancing into the re...
Monday 24th January 2022 11:21 pm
Also by Ghazala lari:A scene from Science Fiction movie | Will I ever know? | New Beginnings | I Trust Thee | World peace | Aazaad Titli | With every fall, my soul did rise!!! |
the old windmills
in Spain, slowly turning
large cloth blades
turning and grinding
ancient grains of the past
lined up in a row on a hillside
waiting for Don Quixote
to mistake them for giants
with his sidekick Sancho
he attacked them
only to get his lance
caught in the canvas blades
thought he had been tricked
by an evil...
Monday 24th January 2022 9:48 pm
I used to try at Christmas Do’s
To sit beside some loser,
A woman who was desperate
With morals even looser;
With luck I’d get my end away
At worst that I might goose her.
These days I try to sit beside
A woman who’s much thinner
And if I manage this I’ll think
That I am on a winner;
Cos greedy sods like me all know
She’ll not eat all her dinner.
Monday 24th January 2022 7:53 pm
Also by John Coopey:SLIGHTLY DEAD | SOME LIKE IT COLD | CORKSCREWS | WHO'S SORRY NOW? | YER DYSON AIRBLADE | IN THE BLEAK MID-WINTER | YOUNG GIRL | "LIFE'S A BITCH" | THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD | BABIES | WHAT’S APPENED’ |
Stepping over the fence
you both almost catch your legs
on thistles inbetween the bricks
unaware worse was yet to come.
Listening to the winds applause
you almost bow to them
almost like they were evading
the devil's staircase too
Burning the negatives
her recklnessness haunted him
all the way home
into the arms of strangers.
Visting each other graves
Monday 24th January 2022 7:02 pm
Also by Andy N:Three x Winter Haiku |
Your breath white like steam gently
hangs in sway
Cloaked in novelty, it's now a
A puff from your chest out
of your mouth
A picture you paint when cold
Squirrels pitter-patter, a chase
in the trees
A distant garbage truck booms,
bangs and squeaks
Sun crawls higher reflecting
off your brow
Monday 24th January 2022 6:08 pm
mains and laterals neatly planned
herringbone pattern or even fanned
salt-glazed carriers carrying shit
simple land drains topped with grit
clay tiles in the farmer’s soil
sometimes flexi wavy coil
porous concrete or perforated
the flow of water calculated
twin wall pipes, long radius bends
junctions, our useful friends
rodding eyes, a socket plug
open drains, just shallow dug
Monday 24th January 2022 5:40 pm
A new angel joined the ranks in heaven above,
Never imagined attending your funeral and sending you off with doves.
Gone but our memories of you will live on,
Ever present in all our hearts where you belong.
Loved by many and we are all struggling with this loss,
In the next life we shall reunite, when it’s my time to cross.
Everyday we will get to...
Monday 24th January 2022 1:53 pm
Also by Your Royal Poetess:Crystal |
I seek myself
Fighting demons in my head
I fight a battle daily in my head
These voices in me try to bring me down
Saying I'm not good enough
My chest aches
As though a stone presses on me
My lungs gasp with stifling air
Feeling short of breath
I suffocate with my head barely above water
As much I may try to avoid it
It always finds me in the quiet
Robbing me of...
Monday 24th January 2022 8:18 am
Also by Nawadita Janice Philip:Breaking The Silence | Words |
Mt Mataba Battlefield Hike
I did my first 2022 hike up Mt Mataba. I had previously planned to go to Clark area and see some battle sites up there but it was cancelled due to CCP Virus restrictions. Maybe next month instead. I took one of the front paths up Mt Mataba. I wanted to see the Japanese field hospital tunnel again and photograph it. On the way up Mt Mataba I met a hiking party the...
Monday 24th January 2022 6:43 am
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:An Awful Harvest |
Readable from her eyes,
Even when she cries.
Possible all lies.
So much love to give
The only reason to live.
How shall she prove
She has so much to lose
Every mountain she would move.
Her Sacrifice is the risk she takes.
All her rules and priorities she breaks
To give and give and give
So you can live and live and live.
Sunday 23rd January 2022 10:45 pm
The road of Trust
Don't give me
Earlier thats you given a Red bird...
Dont give me similer land
That's you digging for water
in past and past..
Dont give me this colour
Which colour is used to Delete
your rainfall forest.....
Give me a new and new
Give me truth and truth birth
Give me road and road
The road of Trust....
Sunday 23rd January 2022 8:10 pm
She danced with fluidity
Full of creativity
Down the bind
Of my mind
To adjectives hidden
Through tales of time
And shifting sands
Through a forest darkly
Lightly upon toes
Silhouetted by Ravens
In twilight's last throes
She weaved a ballet from thoughts
To a symphony of verse
Sunday 23rd January 2022 1:41 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Awaiting Bliss | Twilight's Caress | Mr Rhubarb | How It Should Bee... | The Tramp | If Ever I Fall |
we shake hands in a clumsy round-robin
and a search for keys to make our way home
for teatime, as we did when children,
once we lived in different streets
but now in different towns,
this last year, full of significant birthdays
each of us chalking-off another
just like our schooldays,
but these meetings are special, precious
not one of us knowing how man...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 1:33 pm
We arrive in Dolgelley
the sun still rides the late peaks
and our day will soon be over.
We ascend to the top floor
of a grey terrace pub
with its utility wardrobe whose door
cannot be closed.
A late light informs the lace curtains
with its bleak projection.
My brother's saddlebag has landed on the floor;
soon he will light a disgusting Falcon pipe,...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 1:20 pm
Also by ray pool:TAWDRY AUDREY | PUPPY LOVE |
Fluffy Snow by William McKechnie is available from most media platforms.
Originially a poem turned into a song
Sunday 23rd January 2022 12:58 pm
Who know that while at work
They must joke— rather than cry
As a way to cope
With the chaos
That is their normal day to day
They will talk
About plans for the weekend
And complement each other’s outfits
They are positive encounters
Warm and kind
But not with any dept...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 5:13 am
Also by Rasa Kabaila:Mend me | Covid Blues |
Its survival of the fittest
They attack me in the heart space
Because they envy
How much this heart of mine can take
As I contine to move foward
You would never know
That I was heart broken
You could never walk in my shoes
I fixed myself with the love of the ancestors
This is the heart of the Lion
The intelligence of the Owl
The body of the Goddess
The covering ...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 2:12 am
I’m stuck now between your gaze
And games your beauty with emotions play
You arch your back up to the sun
Sensual moments have begun
A peek of flesh beneath your dress
It’s causing me now undue stress
Your laughter is like alcohol
Coursing through my bodies Well
Beads of sweat appearing now
Control my shakes , I don’t know how
You take me in your open arms...
Saturday 22nd January 2022 10:21 pm
Also by Edbreathe:sea GIrL | close | Cort | CHasm |
When the day has grown still
And the sun slowly dipped
below the horizon
Darkness can then descend
To lay a blanket across the night
Silence settles softly upon the day
Falling with the lightness of snow
Filling the gaps in conversation
Bringing its own peace to the world
Saturday 22nd January 2022 6:33 pm
Also by Brenda Wells:Nostalgia | By the Light of the Wolf Moon | New Year's Day Tanka |
Regardless of those who seek to destroy searching spirits
my Jesus is different he laughs with me
I don't even ponder about His human incarnation
I want the Spirit I need the Spirit
Jesus is the Spirit of the world
and when He said 'so in everything, do to others
what you would have them do to you'
He gave us the Keys to free ourselves
the plans f...
Saturday 22nd January 2022 6:32 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:One King | For The Great Mover |
Saturday 22nd January 2022 3:42 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:"Taking the knee"? | Waiting for our Mum |
We are assembled here today
For the closing act of a lifelong play,
With all its laughter, joy and woe,
The curtain descends on this one-man show.
But somehow, somewhere, out of sight
We know there'll be a new "first night",
For this soul re-born to take the stage
Returned to life in another age..
Saturday 22nd January 2022 3:34 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:IT'S JUNE IN JANUARY | ACTIVIST | TODAY'S "CONTRACEPTIVE"? | QUESTION |
An Elegy for England
As you sink beneath the waves of time
I lament your demise with a heavy heart
Dearly loved I carry in my heart memories of you
Tears well up in my eyes as I witness your passing
as the morning dew is squeezed from your verdant pastures
The honour and dignity of your past glory
ebbs like an out going tide leaving a bare pool in the sands of time
Saturday 22nd January 2022 2:56 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The Enemy Within | The Winter's Sun | Sirob | The Deep Well of Winter | Shrivelled | The Remnant | Sweet Ambition |
Poem 217 of 230: A MULTICULTURAL WORLD OF CARRYING
Rather than the newer rucksack,
I prefer a shoulder-strap bag
To hold whatever kit I pack;
But, on the cross-continents track,
I saw several other ways
Of getting things there and/or back:
Sherpa’s head-strap baskets, Nepal;
In India and in Kenya,
On head-pads, loads are carried tall;
Bamboo loaded on either side...
Saturday 22nd January 2022 2:53 pm
Muddled minds with cruel plan,
And the vicious journey began
Each one deranged in its own way;
Missed to reflect the price to pay
Lies interwined everywhere;
Living the life in intense fear
The puppets were dancing to the demon's move;
Shaking the heads left and right,
Twisting the words like brain-dead
Now came an innocent heart;
Doesn't play mind games
Saturday 22nd January 2022 1:41 pm
Its so obvious they wear very thin facades of honesty
garments pathetically coloured envious green
concealing hearts, so dark, so cold, so closed and so mean
living happily in self made shadows
unwanting to find the sincere sun
a sorrowful game in which each sickening player
tries so hard to destroy the innocents fun
I observe their own sad back pattings
that has nothing to...
Saturday 22nd January 2022 11:03 am
Words of magnificiant splender written in verse
Words like magic casting a curse
Words of forgotten lore
Words of a slipped Tongue
Words sharpened like swords
Words of bleeding mercy to the court
Words you cannot abort
Words are spoken so they shall be
Words of suspicion shaking the ground at your feet
Words of mistrust to the unsuspecting mind
Words of disappointment...
Saturday 22nd January 2022 7:26 am
Also by New Shoes:Then and Now |
With purpose, yet strangely cowed, the fox trots
Past sleeping beggars through the city’s gloom.
He is out of his territory here,
And far from the comfort of what he knows;
So falls back on the bags and open bins.
Scavenging, with teeth as sharp as needles,
He feeds off this wretched underbelly
Like a king, lounging on his shop-soiled throne.
That said, at quiet times he mu...
Friday 21st January 2022 4:56 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Art | Sheds | Tightrope | Power | Train | Strange Times | She danced |
As winter fades and turns to spring,
my spirits soar to hear birds sing
those songs unheard for far too long,
but welcome now amid the throng
returned to make the welkin ring.
The sense of joy this sound can bring
for such a subtle, simple thing,
to see flocks back where they belong,
as winter fades.
For some time yet a chill may cling
to fluttered feathers ...
Friday 21st January 2022 4:09 pm
It’s Paris I’m cycling a beret on head
Bonjor over cobbles
A basket of bread
Soyez notre invité.. Soyez notre invité
je pense que tu connais la suite
Was French now I’m German
God Bless Me
Oh look its Berlin
Mein Rhythmus ist Techno, aber nur solange ich hier bin
Washington the Whitehouse Madrid and Millan
Then top of the morning its Dublin
Friday 21st January 2022 3:03 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:PERSEVERANCE PAYS | SONIA | PROXIMITY | MAGNANIMOUS |