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I stepped outside and the sound of my feet made me nervous as I slowly walked along a neverending thick white floor.
The snow clung to my boots as if to find some warmth or maybe a hug.
Within minutes my hands were stiffened by the icy air that felt strong enough to slice through my stone cold fingers.
I should have wore gloves, I said to myself as I made 2 fists and buried them deep insi...
Saturday 5th December 2020 10:30 pm
I have sight of them again, the
Christmas tinsel on the garage
shelves, boxed up and chillier
than a frosty morn. They say
at earlier moments than this, in
far, far distant times, a child was
born to a lass who was unwed.
These many centuries on, I head
off into town and buy tinselly
trinkets for the youngsters in
my growing tribe, the toddlers
Saturday 5th December 2020 10:09 pm
Also by Philipos:BULLETINS | CHOP SUEY | TINSEL | FAKING THE NEWS | NEW WORDS | HUGHIE | SITE OWL | EASTERN SPICE |
I am dancing 'bout my mystic verse.
My poetry mostly used to be
Contained within the heart of me
My passion was for fighting then
Kung Fu, Hap-Ki-Do, studying Zen
Meditation, Yoga, and T'ai chi ch'üan
Every moment that I can
The Buddhists philosophy taught me well
Mindfulness, how thoughts to quell.
With focused, calm and centred mind
Martial arts and ...
Saturday 5th December 2020 9:07 pm
Also by Paul Sayer:No Longer Opaque | Normal service | COMMENT... | ‘VR War; what is it good for?’ | TIME | Some General Astrology for this week. Re. writing! |
A Gentler Age
I was smoking my pipe outside as usual
A young observant man said that I reminded
him of a gentler age
Not many smoke pipes these days for fear
I acknowledged his remark and nodded
A gentler age I thought, at a time when
young men in the trenches smoked pipes
almost to a man
Gleaned from black and white documentaries
of the Somme a...
Saturday 5th December 2020 9:06 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The Nanny State | That Great Emotion |
I have spent enough knowing I does not really exist. But what does the I of all time mean. It means relentless experience that has no beginning or end. No luxury of death. That death is a friend and that continual existence requires a mind that doesn't see itself as finite. That the infinite nature of modern poets is just a glimmer of our heat. I am immortal even though my my body may die. Music p...
Saturday 5th December 2020 7:55 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Yesterday Has Infringed Upon Tomorrow. |
You think you know me.
You think you have me pegged.
Pigeonholed and classified
within the limits of your shallow mind.
Just a glance is all it took.
Well I’ve seen you too,
and believe me, you’re not even close.
Saturday 5th December 2020 7:53 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Bad Year |
One day a little girl turned 6
On her birthday she went to God and said:
Today is my birthday and for a present I want peace on Earth
I can't give you peace on Earth. Because the rest of humanity has decided that war is the answer
Can you give peace to my country then?
I can't give your country peace. F...
Saturday 5th December 2020 5:43 pm
Also by Kevin T.S. Tan:Facing the Mask (4): Snowbama and others |
Saturday 5th December 2020 5:37 pm
The shadow strewn floor
revealed nothing but
the caricature of her outer lie
Inside was far, far darker
Shadows of shadow
The precipice to a great, voracious hollow
into which I fell
Where bone-fused gondolas
upon icey streams
surged ripples to my slowly decaying heart
But while it still pulsed
There was hope
And all we really have, in a worl...
Saturday 5th December 2020 5:18 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Me v The Moon |
This is where you will live; it's not quite finished.
Just can't help looking at the builder's crack.
Picture yourself slamming the door with disgust.
The question is: in, or out of, the shack?
These are the cards left to be turned over.
Tell me you still dream of finding an ace.
In this poor neighbourhood there's nothing left
to surprise us, but love for the old place.
And being ...
Saturday 5th December 2020 1:39 pm
Maybe light was once kind
To the baby moth.
Perhaps, it never fully learned
How it had changed
Into the enemy.
Is this why it must return again?
Flap its fragile wings,
Once more, against the pain,
Even until the very last time,
“Be as you were”
Saturday 5th December 2020 12:56 pm
Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:Reflections (View Through A Window) | My Other Poem Is Better Than This One | Words Are Falling Like Rain | Trust In This Dark Night |
The city's Christmas Light Extravaganza has been cancelled
because the Center for Disease Control has determined that
sitting in your own car and looking at Christmas Lights
from a distance of 100 feet is prime Covid infection territory.
In fact, it has been found that the lights themselves, generate Covid.
All this time we thought Covid came from a secret Chinese lab
Saturday 5th December 2020 12:53 pm
Also by d.knape:We Put On Our Shoes | The Road Of Life | The Forest For The Trees | SHADOWS |
Santa has asked for my wish,
For my very wish,
I was blessed and kind
Had you on my mind
I said, bring my sweet love,
My sweet love,
His scent is heaven
And voice is pure
Santa has asked for my wish
For my very wish
This year little boy for sure,
Alltough he is gone, gone
Keep on just keep on
Santa has brought you devotion and many more
It's all un der the the christmas tree on the ...
Saturday 5th December 2020 12:49 pm
Also by Cevan Saglam:You and I | Bloody Tears. | Ink Blue Soul | Sweet Pain. | Between Bullets and Shards. |
The riddle of covid
continues to confound.
Uncertainty reigns supreme.
to its preordained cycle.
The first snow
of the year
renewal of life.
Soon the snowdrops
to gladden the eyes
and lift the spirits.
Saturday 5th December 2020 12:39 pm
round every corner's a food bank
but what about people like me?
my table creaks with provisions,
I'm never short of salmon for tea
its a love bank my heart needs
somewhere to nourish my soul,
fill my breast with fondant fancies
its been far too long on the dole
I dream of hot charitable staff
eager women dressed to kill,
piling my basket with promise
Saturday 5th December 2020 10:46 am
Also by simon lucan:Nappies | A Run In The Park In The Rain | Debs And Amy R.I.P. | The Girl I Sold My Horse For |
under the lych-gate shall I pass
before the wait in holding hands
for the robed man of God to steer
me to my resting days
and shall I then be added to
the sanded brick of grotesque face
that stares across the standing stones
to look beyond the yew
and those who sidle in the rain
with shoulders loaded down with strife
will keep their head and eye to ground...
Saturday 5th December 2020 8:57 am
Also by Clive Culverhouse:Asteroid | Dear Jews Harp |
I should explain that the first weekend in December is Father Christmas Weekend in Kirkby Lonsdale. He goes through the town pointing his wand at the lights on the trees above all the shops switching them on as he goes along. Sadly not this year.
It should happen today
To bring us much cheer
He comes for the day, sadly not this year
Santa isn't coming to town
Covid cancelled his trip
Saturday 5th December 2020 6:54 am
Also by julie callaghan:Our Christmas Tree | Red Wine Deer | I Don't Like Sleet | The Vaccine Is Coming (The Christmas Coca Cola Advert) | I’m Not A Celebrity, Get Me In There Fast | Counting Sheep | The Pathway To The Rectory | The First Of December |
Jane took her husband to the hospital with a damaged wrist,
The nurse bandaged it and gave him an instruction list.
She reassured him," adhere to that list and you won't do anything wrong,
And I can confidently say,you won't be with us for long."
Saturday 5th December 2020 6:22 am
Also by hugh:No more electricity bills for Harry . She was his light and kept him warm in the dark | Mean Matt | Merry Christmas and a happy new year |
Those black and white I see
As I close my eyes every night to sleep
The grainy footage of what once was
And the voice too deep for me to breathe
These create a cacophony and turmoil
Not letting me rest for a while
What gray blue stories you bring tonight
Hold on the torch so I can read and write
Penning down emotions that have punctured my heart
Not realizing the da...
Saturday 5th December 2020 5:05 am
Also by Hope Ray:The mysterious book |
Christianity being their greatest foe. In A. D. 634 they slaughtered thousands of Christians in Syria. Monasteries were ransacked and the monastics and the people were put to the sword. Beheadings were considered the preferred way for executions of those who resisted them.
rich metaphors drawn from the sky and sea
rich funereal language, baptism, burial and birth,
blossom and harvest, wi...
Friday 4th December 2020 11:22 pm
Also by John E Marks:Before and After | The remains | The inarticulate love of country | Brother |
eager crickets sing in chorus
at the top of their lungs
gusts rustle leaflets
in the string section of dwarf palms
nervous gnat raises his falsetto
as high as he can
dragonfly’s baritone buzz
upstages her wingspan
pileated woodpecker plays his pine
keeping on the beat
tufted titmouse takes her tenor solo
melodic and neat
Friday 4th December 2020 8:57 pm
Also by Candice Reineke:Moment of Glory | Atlantic Beach “Public Parking” |
I've often had that feeling in the midst of a storm
Where happiness and fear are equally born
And where when the wind calms and the damage is not that bad
Relief is a mask for my disappointment
I want the chaos
I want the danger
I want the madness and violence and anger
I know that about myself
It is my deepest thought
That I would be happy
In a whirlwind I sought
Friday 4th December 2020 8:50 pm
Just a year ago the media was all upset about bullying
Lots of finger pointing and blaming
But now, they're pushing hard the covid rules
They claim not bullying, it's shaming
Friday 4th December 2020 8:38 pm
If I invite you in and offer friendship.
As your path through life has you passing by.
If I open my arms to embrace you.
And express a love you cannot deny.
If I offer you a strong and broad shoulder.
On which you can lay your weary head,
And let out a long, relieving, cry.
If I comfort your heart and soul.
And with your needs, and desires, I do comply.
If I offer you ad...
Friday 4th December 2020 6:31 pm
Also by J.D. Bardo:Alone | Plotting a course | Why |
Not the moth’s moonlight flit,
nor the crane fly’s shadow either,
not that giant alter ego;
but tonight, midsummer,
caught in a beam of light,
a blizzard of ephemera,
the brilliant lives we know
only when light is shone
into their dark. Here, among
planetary dust blowing
between the spheres for aeons,
among bone and skin and ash,
these sparks and kindling
ignite in the ...
Friday 4th December 2020 5:23 pm
A winter’s day, a darkening sky. Warned
by the ref midway through the first half
for over-enthusiastic touchline coaching:
I don’t know what you’re on, but I want some of it.
Those games meant more to us dads than the boys.
We poured our hearts and souls into them.
My lad didn’t score that day, but he put quite
a few away. That feeling when your boy heads
Friday 4th December 2020 5:22 pm
I don’t see the point
Of writing stuff
That is not true.
But you do.
You work for that rag
That prints the junk.
You know it’s fake,
For God’s sake.
They just make it up;
It’s all a myth.
You only stay
For the pay.
The day the world ends,
You’ll be the last
To feel the pain.
Friday 4th December 2020 5:19 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Heroes |
We've had such a long time with this Covid-19,
The greatest pandemic that there's ever been.
With huge numbers infected and some having died,
To stop this virus we have all certainly tried.
Now it seems that we may now have a solution,
As vaccines are prepared with mass distribution.
While we all had to live in this dreadful reality,
Can we at last now return to normality?
When all vac...
Friday 4th December 2020 4:48 pm
Image courtesy of Marilylle Soveran and Flickr; Creative Commons.
Hard to believe that it's December and we're coming to the end of a year that has presented many challenges. In the Christian tradition, candles are lit for Advent, representing hope, love, joy, peace, and the light of the world. This year we're waiting for vaccines, an end to lockdowns and tiers and I've tried to ...
Friday 4th December 2020 3:38 pm
Excessive and willfully so
You leave everyone with stupefaction
Hanged your picture on my wall
Never knew I needed distraction
Belated, i’m in my compartment
You are the only luminescence
I giggle quietly with joy
You are a dazzle of a quintessence
You once had my curiosity
Your temperament seemed splendid
And now you have my attention
You gave me felicity, m...
Friday 4th December 2020 1:53 pm
Also by Mala' Seddeq:Restless 20s |
Unplugged, it was my turn to sort it,
the room was cold, light,
curtains buttered with glorious sunshine
as I shuffled to the bathroom,
winced out a piss, she, knees to her chest,
poking her phone, I yanked at the lever,
tossed her some tissue, ‘Do we need anything?’
‘Do we need anything today?’
She shook her head, I climbed back in,
‘Jesus’ she cried, ‘Your feet’
Friday 4th December 2020 10:24 am
Standing next to the library a gallery of art
Nourishing the soul, culture they impart
Paintings, sound, all arts it embraces
Taking us to many far away places
Streets a mix of Victorian architectural hints
Mixing harmoniously with all the glitz and chintz
What should be a total clash somehow blends in its uniqueness
Becoming quite sublime to the senses in its completenes...
Friday 4th December 2020 9:16 am
Also by email@example.com:The Possible Image | Once They're Gone |
Unbalanced on the waves at sea
Tossing and turning
I’ve lost all my bearings
For one moment I turned my head away
Just long enough for you
To push me over board
In these waters
In these cold and suffocating waves
I will meet my final test
Will I go under
Will I go under
I will not
I put the knife to my throat
Better a quick and pain...
Friday 4th December 2020 5:23 am
Also by Shehariah:Crystal Clear | Just Kill Me |
stands about the dying sun,
in the shadow of a creaking chair,
and the son behooves me.
The rolling wind,
and the sun-down windows,
puts a step in the frozen ocean mushy as gravel.
Each light that sparks,
Or the world born to me,
being locked and secluded.
Barking trees sway in the breeze,
yet rocks don't mind the rain,
Not as much as I do.
Green pasteurs that promise better da...
Friday 4th December 2020 5:13 am
These times will pass too
But the scars will remain
What humanity has gone through
Only our brave hearts will hold us sane
We need to bury our pain deep beneath
And fight back so the sacrifices are not in vain
Friday 4th December 2020 5:07 am
Also by DINESH BHASKAR SHETTY:Her Souliness |
A Paean For Pensive People
“Apollo, god of my greatest amore,
Olympic mountaineer I truly adore,
Old protector of my ineffable truths,
I drink deep from the well of your lore.”
Which is to make plain (in the modern way)
That I love to write poems in splendid array;
You might imagine I'm merely addicted, well
Guilty as charged, I compose where I may.
Thursday 3rd December 2020 11:49 pm
Switch off your devices
And escape this crisis
Let your eyes close
As the imagination flows
In between a heavenly jungle
Where animals laugh and mumble
Joining them in their wildly dance
Observing the mountain from a glance
Swimming through the grimy mud
Similar to that of a crocodile’s blood
Smelling so natural and fresh
Watching fish caught in the mesh...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 11:07 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:A Walk Outside |
Love is a tricky thing
Working hard to bring
Two people together
But time shows
True colors sadly
Some don't see
What they sacrifice
Continuing to give up
Their want's their needs
All to keep the peace
Not to displease
The one they say they love
Letting go of some
Isolating the ones
The feeling that dw...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 10:35 pm
Also by Amy walcott:In Memory Of.... |
Heavy is the head that wears the crown,
Mine carries the burden of anxiety which weighs it down.
Often my thoughts flood irrepressibly as I try to remain sound,
But my fears anchor deeply, and I start to feel myself drown.
The rivers of solicitude and unease conflux,
Flowing downstream into the dam acting as my emotional crutch,
It can no longer regulate this pressure a...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 9:05 pm
Also by Charlotte Thomas-Rowe:Missa pro defunctis |
This was going to be a Christmas unlike any other she had experienced not that she had ever actually experienced this thing they called 'Christmas' before, because she had grown up on the Planet Mars with twenty-five million reindeers
But this year would be her first on earth, so she gathered all her essentials and headed for the spacecraft, she wondered, as she boarded the craft, whet...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 8:51 pm
"Is it good then?" Mrs Nobel
Asked when it had turned out right.
"Good?" replied her husband Alfred,
"Good? It's bloody dynamite."
Thursday 3rd December 2020 4:56 pm
Also by branwell kent:Disgraceful | Pointless But True |
You still didn’t have your license
- at eighteen! - I thought it was kind of funny
since I was driving at fifteen or so
We practiced in my five-hundred-dollar car
with your slightly bruised ego for company
The radio playing music we liked
keeping demons barely at bay
But I could really only think about
your peculiar smile competing with the sun
wrapped in a flo...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 3:52 pm
Somewhere off the data highway
Quite close to router sixty-six
There lies a ghost town of splintered glass
A graveyard of useless stones and bricks
This is where the glitterati lived
They used to come in rumbling hoards
Stumbling through automatic doors
they walked the aisles of shiny floors
Nothing there now but skeletal racks
Dust settled ...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 2:10 pm
Tomorrow i dont want to be different but only for a day
If I look like they do.. they'll have nothing mean to say
I could make my hair look just like their's and
practice how they walk
And maybe try not to speak or they will recognise my talk
If only I was magic I could make my self invisible
Or make my self blend in im tired of feeling miserable
I try to understand why they just don't like...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 1:11 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:PREVENT LONG LIFE LESSONS PACTICE EMPATHY |
Could I see the heart on your sleeve?
That raging red rose with no thorns in sight
I know they’re there somewhere but I’m not scared
Could you show me that heart on your sleeve?
And let me trace my fingers along the stem and leaves
Down deep to your roots?
I’d bleed the cost to find your nourishment
I wouldn’t mind the little punishments
If I could feel your lips form
Thursday 3rd December 2020 10:39 am
I hope you know
I don't hate you
I just feel sorry for you
All the mind games
You're going to die alone
Wolf in sheep clothing that is what you are
Everyone you've hurt is starting to see the wolf
For every action has made there's a concert
Thursday 3rd December 2020 6:14 am
As a reminder
I look to the moon
My substance of peace
Bringing calm into the chaos
I set my concentration upon the soft glowing light
How Thoughtful of you to hang a nightlight in the open sky.
It feels as if there's comfort beyond the clouds shining over me.
Ruler of creation,
Between the many branches of the trees I find a little serendipity.
Layers of m...
Thursday 3rd December 2020 2:49 am
Time is nothing GLA 26/10/20
When I find you alone in the morning, I'll spread roses for you in the rain. When the squall of the dew begins falling, as the dawn rises over the plains.
The time was nothing between us, It has seen us together in vain, the years that passed us so slowly, they have left without loss, without gain.
When I look at th...
Wednesday 2nd December 2020 11:47 pm
How many votes in the states does it take
To convince you Big Baby has lost?
How many times will he shaft you with lies
Before you see you’ve been double-crossed?
And how many times will he claim that he won,
The price of democracy the cost?
The answer my friends is he is so thick skinned
Your POTUS will piss into the wind.
How many staff will he fire till he gets
Wednesday 2nd December 2020 8:31 pm
Also by John Coopey:WINTER FUEL PAYMENT |
Despite it all,
for the first time–
These arms don't feel foreign
and the doubt is gone.
I crave nothingness,
knowing it will lift me and hold me.
It will cradle my frame
as I sink.
The corner of my lips harbor sweet crumbs
and my face is glowing pink
from the heat of the fire.
And as the blanket is lifted,
My arms swing wildly,...
Wednesday 2nd December 2020 7:27 pm