We have to
On our feet
Roll out the
And walk on it
With our footprints
Before we can
We go next
Is to drink
Thursday 2nd April 2020 11:09 pm
the pain stays, the pain always stays
that's the funny thing about grief,
it is like taking the weight of the sorrows of the dead.
the sadness now trickled out of them and spread across their friends and families.
the pain doesn't end.
the pain is there when your friend gets the phone call,
as she drops her phone and screams, and rolls on the floor crying.
the pain conti...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 10:56 pm
Also by owen:hear me vent the only way I can |
I dream of Jeanie with the light brown hair. *
She’s so sweet and loving.
I’m good looking for a man of my age,
with handsome gray hair – what there is of it –
that girls like to pat like they pat a pet dog.
I can’t wag my tail like a dog,
but I can flash a sweet smile.
My wrinkles portray character
and the wisdom that comes with age.
Skin cancers between wrinkles
betray my time ...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 9:42 pm
Also by David F. Freeman:Dear One | Cold Feet | Chatterbox Motormouth Yackety-Yak Yada-Yada (Take your pick.) |
Bewildered, at all the things we left unsaid:
serendipity, chances offered, all that, cut dead.
Are we wise enough to play the fool?
On a vicious January night
we say, put out the light, and then, put out the light.
Memory cuts through this taut cold air,
slices through it like a razor blade through flesh.
Signs of an iron fog beckon me on:
a life lived in vain, a black hole in time?
Thursday 2nd April 2020 8:21 pm
Also by John E Marks:A northern sky | The Doors of Perception |
Your words cut right through me.
Your actions pound through my skin.
My heart beats to the sound of melancholy,
When you say those words to me.
Cold shivers run down my spine
As you throw biting words right at me.
You tie me up in grief and pain
And I always fail to escape.
I walk through a valley of emptiness,
Each day getting closer to ultimate frailty.
You take away my glee
Now I'm f...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 7:53 pm
The Overland Launch:
In the land of Coleridge and his Ancient Mariner,
In a time of coal fires, wooden boats and horsepower,
There is a story of the Lynmouth Lifeboat Louisa
And the night horse and man over 13 miles pulled her.
Two of the afternoon clock struck a chime,
On January 12th, 1899.
The wind howled and the sea it roared,
Flooding ports and rai...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 6:41 pm
Also by SophieJPugsley:I know you, Love. |
The world into chaos
Mows down young and old
Halt its spread
The scientist say
And self confinement
May just break its back
That simple _ really?
Thursday 2nd April 2020 6:22 pm
It's time to have some fun
Drop off guard and roam alone
Uptown and downtown
Zooming all around
The time for fun has just started
No cola, whiskey or rum
No ciggys, or druggies to come
Just a simple me and you that's the fun
Decide the places where we could enjoy
Meeting, talking, dining and enjoying
Holding you arm in arm and kisses right
It's time to ga...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 4:48 pm
Also by Moon.girl:Moongirl.lonely | Moongirl.prayers | Moongirl.lovepoem | Moongirl.wonderstruck | Overcoming the Fear | Moongirl.making.love | Moonlight.fairystories.one |
This mortal life
Seems thinner now
As we move away from
The old and sick relatives
Keep a safe distance
See everyone as a potential disease
This moral life
Seems thinner now
And in a darkened room, all alone
She sits tapping her fingers ,
Hoping the bell will ring
Or someone will call
Her mortal life
Thursday 2nd April 2020 1:51 pm
Her soul is black
I can't touch it
If I do
My heart will melt
And turn in to stone
So know I wonder
How to undo it?
If I can't even recall
How I feel it
So much intension
So much passion
Then I promise
To turn that in to white
And make it bright
To see and to feel
All that grace
And make my self gaze
On what I see
And what could I have
Thursday 2nd April 2020 1:32 pm
I wanted to donate
my brain to science
but they adamantly refused
to accept it
saying it was only
a mediocre mind at best
and not worth the expense
of a glass jar
not to mention the time
and manpower that would have
to be spent trying to find out
why it malfunctioned
they said it could possibly be used
for comparison to mice minds
which also are tiny...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 12:42 pm
Also by d.knape:STIFF |
“Time for bed” they said,
In a front room warmed by coal fire licks
Where the red and orange and white flames
Danced patterns on the walls of falling dusk
They push, cajole, entice you to the stairs
And do not notice terror tears welling in your eyes
Fourteen steps up the narrow stairwell
Tracing fingers on a pale wallpaper wall
Festooned with or...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 12:36 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Marbles |
IT ' LANDED ' IN CHINA?
SPAWNED ITS OWN KIND, INTENT TO TURN OUR WORLD BLACK!
TENTACLES UNLEASHED, IT WENT ON THE ATTACK!
HUMAN FACIAL ORIFICES SPREAD
ITS FATAL DROPLETS SOME DO UNKNOWINGLY INTAKE
INCURRING A TRAIL OF DEAD THOUSANDS LEFT IN ITS WAKE
A RAIL, A HANDLE, THE HAND IT LIVES ON
CREEPS INSIDE BODIES, THEN MUTATES
UNTIL THOSE MANY BODIES ARE TO MAKESHIFT M...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 11:54 am
Love has completely destroyed my health and I let it. I know I'll die from this. I wouldn't have it any other way, I never dated anyone after her it would of just ended with me leaving them because they wasn't her. Love is waiting for that ship to sail back into the lighthouse, knowing it may never comeback but you waited. Even when everyone told you to give up and move on. Your heart was unique e...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 11:06 am
Our Chinese shop is closed Layla
MacDonalds is closed too
You'll have to now eat mummy's cooking
There's nothing I can do
Mummy? Pizza Hut? Open?
Sorry Layla no
Thursday 2nd April 2020 10:16 am
Also by Don Matthews:Tradwives. A Mashup of Traditional Wives |
Not the same
The result is another poem unlike the one
I wrote in my head.
The poem that has another conclusion
this because the inner voice changed my opinion.
I try the Grammarly that informs about passive
the sentence, well it was meant to be passive, worst
of all, it suggests a change of words which is
Ignored I’m not writing a document.
The Grammarly helpful wi...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 10:11 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the long journey |
These days we try to avoid the news,
the sick ministers in sweatshirts
sending video messages,
the succession of politicians
unable to provide any answers.
Today I cut the lawn, the first time
this year, and now it looks a picture
in this cold spring, despite
the moss, and scars of drought.
Tonight I spoke to our son
on the phone, and we talked
about old ...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 8:58 am
Im alright Jacks . The Bain of Mankind . As long has they are ok . There Selfishness you find . There Nastiness holds no boundaries . There deceiving so profound . Either you play your cards there way . Or nasty ness towards you . You find . Grudges held against you . Tittle Tattletale you find do find . Do has they want or there are Consequences . Their Nastyness with tongs so profound . Will ha...
Thursday 2nd April 2020 6:02 am
Every tragedy leaves behind
a trail of tears and
Rona is here to teach us
life is fleeting.
Live in the moment,
don’t wallow in misery.
Celebrate the little things,
smiles, high fives, sunny days...
Dance, sing, be free,
alone in your room,
on rooftops, balconies,
wherever your spirit leads.
Thursday 2nd April 2020 3:17 am
Nature sighed for them.
wrapped them in chains,
Not just their bodies,
Also their brains.
~ Over and over, the message it played - Beware the fear that hides the charade.
Beware the fear that binds the chains.
Beware the fear that plays the complacency game.
For this fear is divisive and keeps us afraid.
Thursday 2nd April 2020 2:19 am
Self control, the rage inside
To feed the fallen
we shall over come
Thursday 2nd April 2020 12:22 am
Also by Anna Marie Grinter:Repulsed | Mother Nature Darkness Is Calling | A Haunting Fantasy | Demons | Bliss | Just Words | Silent Tones Of Unearthly Souls | The Narcissist | So Close | A Dance Without Music | Isolation | (untitled) | The Burning Of Man | We May Be Weak |
It's not a figment of my imagination
These flowers bending down to my nose
And all the really real matters
They've been set aside for repose
If I come really close to the center
I'm afraid of what I'll find
Let me not use this time to wonder
Let me use it to refine
My habits of waking to happiness
My finger lingering in your hair
Paint used willy-nilly
Wednesday 1st April 2020 11:52 pm
It’s not as if it creeps up
like a hungry predator
stalking the silence
Or that the blackness felt,
is mixed with the slightest
tinge of grey
But the fear is tangible
It is strangely and eerily simple
Easy to reason, but not entirely
comprehensible in any sense,
because it causes trepidation
The fear is real
It’s now too late to realise,
that a sol...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 11:36 pm
Voices speak and utter apologies
Promises are made suggesting a better tomorrow
A heart is open once more to receive
Eager to give it another chance and forget the deceit
Patience is awakened from her sleep
And is asked to return to do her bid
The sun rises to a new day
The flowers bask and lay in its glorious warmth of array
Change always around the corner
Always close but seems to mis...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 11:31 pm
Also by Mocosy:Collateral Beauty |
Sometimes when I'm in a pensive mood I walk up to old St Nicholas Church to visit Frankie.
Frankie is much younger than me but he's a good listener and I feel I can open my heart to him.
I've been going up there on and off for years. I used to take the kids to see him when they were young.
My children love Frankie and I have no doubt that in time they will take their own ch...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 10:08 pm
Tea for one
And one for tea
Just stay at home
It makes sense
As far as I can see
There's no requisit
For anyone to visit
No caring or sharing
No nosy folk staring
We can enjoy enough
Of the stuff for three!
Earl Grey for you
PG for me
Semi-skimmed will do
Now let's see
How healthy we can be.
Wednesday 1st April 2020 9:48 pm
A lady from China is stressed and doesn't know what to do,
People are staying well away from Mrs, Ah-Chu.
We are worried about coronavirus and hope we don't get it,
I've got a great joke about it but I don't think you'll get it.
Sanatising gel makers,the storm they will weather,
With an increase in sales their hands they will rub together.
A wealthy fishing fr...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 8:36 pm
There was a young poet from Nantucket
Who carried his poems in a bucket
Every now and again
He’d stick his hand in
To randomly grab one, he’d pluck it
Listen to this! He would suddenly shout
To any poor souls wandering about
No need to be so down in the mouth
Pouring poems from his bucket quenching their drought
See that is better, of humor...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 8:11 pm
Sweet contentment I do revere,
It gives me hope and takes my fear.
When I'm content I feel so fine.
It makes me feel the world is mine.
Sweet contentment I love in each situation,
And gives for my life such appreciation.
I feel that I can do almost anything,
And of the world I am the king.
Sweet contentment I surely treasure,
It is feeling that I cannot measure.
It makes me feel safe...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 6:38 pm
Those eyes, so large and so lost.
I greet her with a smile and say,
Good morning my dear.
How are you on this fine Tuesday?
Oh, hello love.
She smiles back at me and says,
And how are you,
Are you well?
I must say, don’t you look absolutely beautiful today.
Where am I going?
Am I going the right way?
Wednesday 1st April 2020 6:11 pm
I have always been a shepherd
It haunts me to anger sheep
It disrupts my patient focus
It interrupts my restless sleep
The flock feels only bitter fury
Abandoned in a time of need
They could never comprehend
The wolves reside inside of me.
Your fingers struck a burning match
Deep inside my aching soul
Asked me not to lose that fire
The fire that would make us whole
But wolves wit...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 4:21 pm
All the world's ablaze,
Ravaged with unruly plague,
Ancient mother’s wrath,
Tearing us from familiar path,
The gouging towers, concrete skies,
Crumble before our summertime eyes,
Gilded in a nation’s tomb,
All the same from grave to womb,
But hope is a hunger, we must feed,
And courage tends to flourish in hours of need,
For we must scale icy peak,
Although all loo...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 12:48 pm
Bless the angels that fell to earth and cast aside their wings,
To face the dangerous times ahead and Nurse us through our sufferings,
Bless them for their bravery, their selflessness, their strength,
bless them for their promise to go to any length,
To care for rich and poor alike, no matter what their worth,
Bless the wingless angels that bravely walk the earth,
Bless their str...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 12:15 pm
(as viewed on the screen)
A turquoise ball of magnitude
is seen – science claims the tale.
Uranus blasts a gas bubble 22,000
times bigger than our earth. This is
no time for mirth – we have some
catching up to do – reserve more
time in queuing up for many tins
containing fiery high fibre beans.
Then claim the universe as yours
when sitting on the top of Mars...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 12:05 pm
I am prisoner to the invisible jailor,
forced to audition as leading man
in my personal Hitchcockian drama
in which death stalks my neighbourhood,
a flagrant killer waiting patiently for my life.
My life support comes packaged and
delivered by mute couriers,
white van pollinators
busying between doorsteps, house-to-house.
There are constant warnings, fear, consequences...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 11:39 am
When I was a lad of around 19 and at university I had a holiday job as a labourer at “Billy” Bodill’s builder’s yard. The minibus would pick us up about 7 0’clock and take us to the job.
It was a formative experience. For one thing, I risked lung cancer every day travelling in the fug inside that van.
Then there was Gran. Short for Granville, he seemed about 80 to my mate Bruce and me. B...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 8:08 am
If we had been told the tale
Of the coming of the August
Visitor that has paid the
Whole universe a visit,
We would have rejected the visit..
The March of the double “20
Has left the world speechless
With the influx of the change
In the program of events
We are used to living..
The world is now at war
With the pandemic disease
That has snatched out rights
To live and lov...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 7:54 am
Dedicated to, and influenced by Emily Dickinson:
Their eyes see nothing - of our minds
Or the voices heard inside
As silence sleeps - upon our tongues
Where the hidden truth does lie -
We spoke belief of destiny - and -
Why our paths - had crossed
And of the hidden truth - that lies
In the present and the past
That truth is in our sile...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 7:12 am
The Chance They Always Lie
On the left side of the hearth wall –
A tall lamp stands without a shade, and there
Towards the right, pictures of a family gone
Many years ago, faces fresh, smiling, happy.
The centre-piece of the wall is the
Wood burning stove, not been lit for weeks now,
The ash still there around the feet, the stone
Not polished but, old,
Old is w...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 5:03 am