"I think I'll do it today"
said the bitter man to the turtle
with great delicacy the turtle retorted
"I'll see you next week"
the evening came
brewing brooding black coffee man
he could not acquire a taste for himself
turtle texted to assure he would not
lose another one
the man replied with a sour tone
“I’ll see you next week”
the weekend came...
Friday 21st October 2016 6:46 pm
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Platitudes | Unpublished | Perspective | Exhaustive Extraction | Time | Nauseous | Happy Vegetables Are Much Preferred | Released and Reformed |
Out of all the people I know
none really know me
every time I meet someone new
I put on a face for someone to see
But I have just met someone
who figured out the truth
Ans all the things I always feared and never followed through
and guess what
they didn't see me as a threat
they loved my personality
the moment that we met
we had the fears and they deemed just...
Friday 21st October 2016 5:42 pm
Also by amberlee2000:confusion | Free | Broken promise |
A children's playground did proudly stand.
It was built on the old Pantglas school land.
The kind people of Coventry paid for that park.
It was built to shine a light from out of the dark.
Slides, frames and swings for the kids to play.
And no children should ever be taken away.
But taken away in numbers they sadly where.
Now in Heaven safely under Gods loving care.
In tribute to those Ang...
Friday 21st October 2016 4:56 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:The Cadbury's Man | Whatever Happened to the Circus Clown? |
I know this is a place for sharing poems but I've just recently written a short story inspired in the style of Raymond Carver. You guys from WOL are such and awesome community that I would love to hear back from you and see what you think.
"Do you think it's going to rain all week?" he asked.
"I don't know," the little girl said.
From the corner of her eye she could see the man packing ...
Friday 21st October 2016 4:12 pm
Also by Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo:Expiration Date | Love is a Sweet Dream | The Adventures of Mr. Crab | Have You Ever (Holding On to You) | Ode On A Cold Shower | You Won’t Come Back to Me This Time | I'll Walk Away, But I Won't Go That Far | I Am the Person You Will Always Forget |
For Andy Humphrey, with respect.
Because there's poignant glory in decay.
Because each burst of light may be the last.
Because the rusting hasp on dwindling days
grants access to new treasures from the past.
Because of gold and rubies on the boughs.
Because the bitter apple crop has sweetened.
Because we broke our backs in June but now
the leeks we broke our backs for may be eaten...
Friday 21st October 2016 4:11 pm
It’s like waiting, for something you bought online,
That you, cant wait to see,
And you know it’s arriving tomorrow.
Better than Christmas Eve,
Cos you know the item you bought is going to be wonderful.
Friday 21st October 2016 3:24 pm
Also by Tom (Neil) Clark:Absence makes the heart go influenza ! | Blue Heart | Brexit Football | L is for ? |
People line up at my door.
I ignore them.
It’s windy and rainy and cold
They line up,
and frantically shout at me,
why the sun is gone inside.
I am drenched,
cold, and rubbed raw
by the wind and snow,
blowing on my face.
I want to step outside,
but people will run to me
and ask me why
it is raining inside.
Friday 21st October 2016 2:32 pm
A restaurant is what you want
When you go dining out in style;
Specially when you want to flaunt
Your prowess as a oenophile.
A diner’s where you want to go,
When to cook you’re just too lazy;
It’s standard fare but you will know
Prices will not be so crazy.
A café now is just the place
For a welcome cup of coffee;
Perhaps a scone you may embrace,
Friday 21st October 2016 1:55 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Starlings | White Dragon | In Dreams She Came | Approaching Winter | Autumn |
losing sight of you
the smell of your skin
the sound of your voice
walking on out
eyeline tilted horizon
one way test ticket
stripping the ozone
frosted in glass pain
returning to leave
chemtrail blood trickle
singles him out
Friday 21st October 2016 1:27 pm
Also by Colin Hill:between clouds of uniform solidity | upon them were written our names... | cardboard cut-out birds | Home Schooling | Aminals | Two Haikus (on waking) | toll booth two | toll booth | makes you think | the opera calls |
Lights stretch open my eyeballs
My tramadol eyeballs blink
When you get the same chance
You would also blink
Blink into blackness
Blink into dreams
My tramadol eyeballs blink
I’m not sure how to move forward
But stillness is ok
For the use of moving is like
The morning of night
When it should be light
I still feel dark
My tramadol eyeballs blink
Friday 21st October 2016 12:30 pm
Sometimes it is I,
Sometimes it is U.
Had we taken the time,
To think it through.
Many things i dont listen,
Some things you dont say.
I wonder how,
Things turned out this way.
I see your tears,
I feel your pain.
I am all ears,
If u just explain.
U lie down alone,
Crying and sulking without a sound.
I sit far and stare quietly,
The right words i have not found.
Friday 21st October 2016 11:26 am
Also by Raymond Blaze:Options |
Leave us Alone
A risky apathy is darkening our time emails damning
the Clintons never stop arriving and are left unread
The scandal that could have sunk a battleship barely
makes it headline news
Some newspapers are tired of WikiLeaks bring nothing
but unpleasant news; tell us a joke instead.
The Settler on the west bank and Israeli soldiers are
losing their humanity their ...
Friday 21st October 2016 10:52 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :the voice of Norway | a rat in bed | the conflict of the conscious | ping pong | winter landscape | execution | not about elephants | not about elephants | sobriety | the Laps of the north | confused loyalty | history lesson | night and 350 rabbits | the visit | the waffle iron | rising sun | growing up | the cake | the bath house | history of the people | Danish Pastry |
Concentrated dark matter
I hear kids laughter
I turn to see disaster
I'm not a trainer
I'm a full fledged master
Turning the sphere faster
I start to wonder
Does any of it matter?
Kids are battered
We indulge ourselves
Uncle jo thinks he's a rapper
Nothing real coming out
No one know what he's
So he just shouts
Friday 21st October 2016 2:19 am
Also by Mariah Bailey:Goodnight to the Moon | Political Preference | American Diagnosis |
Bloated black spot below the surface
Mystery to the eye and wonder to the mind
Only can you ideate the concept
When you free your mind and live in blissful liberation
Poke at it once and you will see
Poke at it again and you will learn
Friday 21st October 2016 2:05 am
Also by Ari:PC Culture | Order | Small | Criticism of a Writer | Leaving Home | Burn | Casa de Gato |
my hidden master
a closed door
likes to keep
the lights off.
the patience of
too many sitting
in higher places
so now she
with my mind.
Thursday 20th October 2016 9:51 pm
Also by elPintor:retrograde | undercurrents | grape preserves | narrow escape | queued | heatseeker (archetypes) |
For two weeks now in this rented room
we’ve sweated together, our every move
only serving to fan the flames as they died,
two fish out of water, panting, fevered,
desperate for what little air the shuttered
windows allow. I dream of what’s to come:
two linen sheets we’ve put aside
to make a bed, one as crisp as any service
we might have paid for, two cool linen
sheets for us to u...
Thursday 20th October 2016 7:36 pm
Also by Tony Hill:COLD | AIRFIX | THE WIND | TWO-WAY FAMILY FAVOURITES |
When youv'e already reached rock bottom whats the point in going on?
But then whats the point in giving up?
When you've been beat down before, can you go another round?
Or are you knocked out lost on the ground?
When your feeings are hurt is it ok to retaliate?
Make others hurt while your heart aches?
All are human. Imperfection is us. The road is split. Right and wrong. Moral an...
Thursday 20th October 2016 6:15 pm
Also by Silent Song Symphony Sadness Soul:Reform The Norm | Days of a Life | Dear World, | To Fall or Walk Away |
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I got unfriended yesterday
(A FaceBook thing, you know)
They didn’t like what I had wrote
And so I had to go.
My post was perhaps too radical
Or maybe too right-wing
It isn’t easy when folks take
Offence at everything.
Discussing stuff like adults,
I didn’t think I’d need
My “friend”, though, disagreed.
A funny thing is FaceBook, m...
Thursday 20th October 2016 5:14 pm
Also by John Coopey:MR GABARDINE MAN | PENNY LANE | BIGGER GULPS OF AIR (TAX AVOIDANCE FOR OTHERS) | MICHAEL AND MICHELLE | THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD (and other thoughts) |
I Stomped on your glass when you claimed to carry my feet
Does dishonestly make you complete
A sick way you got to me
One thing I'll never believe
All the beautiful words not meant for you to speak
Every goodbye you give is fallen on hurt you can't see
I handed you a piece freely when I was drawn in with false feelings
Thursday 20th October 2016 5:02 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:Cheater | Repeat love cycle | You left me with rotting skin | Mass manipulator | Don't leave for money | Believe |
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The loudmouth recluse has finally decided to do a blog to coincide with the release of his new EP 'Get' available free to download at https://soundcloud.com/jimmy-andrex/albums
There is little else of interest about him, hipsters, so why not download it and see for yourself.
"The best lack all conviction while the worst have a passionate intensity."
Thursday 20th October 2016 4:20 pm
Thick skinned and stubborn
Jackasses or elephants
Pick your pachyderm
Thursday 20th October 2016 4:15 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: Idle | Haiku: Poetry | Haiku: Cause and Effect | Haiku: False Dawn | Haiku: Diving | Haiku: Folly | Haiku: Hunger | Haiku: Rheumatic | Leaving My Love | Haiku: Blocked | Haiku: Written | Haiku: Framed | Haiku: Transparency | Haiku: Kiss | Haiku: Not Sorry | Haiku: Drunkards | Haiku: Helicopter Rescue | Haiku: Misery |
Today; thinking and chatting with a musical friend about the creative thing. That gap nothing else satisfies. Your own response. Some aspect of the day distilled. Here's mine today.
A Beautiful Man
So he’s tall. Or not.
That he commands a room,
or skulks in a corner.
So he’s quick. Perhaps.
A mind that moves,
builds new worlds.
Thursday 20th October 2016 3:57 pm
of destroyed love,I travel,
sorrow,my only luggage.
Deceivers have stolen
my soul treasures,
now,they are dancing partner's
with the inflictions of memory.
Am I to escape the repeating dream of trust
and leave behind the companionship of its traitorous damage,
is my heart ever to find the way off
this highway,of blue shadows?
Thursday 20th October 2016 12:20 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:reasons for her downturn | retirement of my give-a-shit | downturn | (true) ohh! fuck it! moment | dark response | sound,affects | in my fuck life days | unparalleled you | wowing wild absolutes | passing of cars | oh-hum |
It's an oldie, but appropriate for the time of year...
Why Do Poets Like Autumn?
Autumn is rain.
Pitiless, bucketing, funeral rain
that makes gutters into rivers
and umbrellas into shreds.
Steaming, fetid rain
tasting of mould and death.
Autumn is roadkill.
Rotting little pools of blood and fur,
once hedgehogs, pheasants, rabbits;
Concertinaed bonnets of Audis
askew across t...
Thursday 20th October 2016 11:41 am
Does anyone understand me?
Does anyone really care?
All I want is to live my life to the fullest
All people want to do is hold me back and pen me up.
Why can't I just do what I want?
Why won't they support me?
All I want to do help.people...give them what I didn't have for so long and don't again.
Thoughts and words, support and concern, love and support ... but what do I kno...
Thursday 20th October 2016 11:04 am
Also by Robert Williams:You | Lost |
Don’t despair don’t quick-as-a-cat compare
your self worth to some imagined millionaire
automatically set up buy his speediest
computers, to jump on the absract
tiniest adjusments on the bourse,
he is not worth that deep respect of yours
that’s due to honest works of hands: reel off skills.
Too many thousands of years have passed since
we found causes good enough to share our ills.
Thursday 20th October 2016 11:01 am
You tell me Im worthless
Tell me Im nothing
Tell me that nobody, never will love me
You tell me Im stupid
Tell me Im fat
You tell me this all from my head where you laugh
You told me to do it
Said it was best
But it broke my whole family, ripped their hearts from their chests
Now I feel revolting
I was never alone
Killing my pain, killed all their ho...
Thursday 20th October 2016 5:32 am
Too much time spent on not really knowing what's going on,
Here but wanting to be there,
There but worrying if I care,
Flirting on the peripharies of fitting,
Electricity rises up in my brain where frustration reigns,
Dishonest pockets grow and grow with the weight of days,
Until I am left with a lifeless gaze.
Thursday 20th October 2016 12:22 am
Also by Emma Roy- Williams:Last Days of Panto |
The leaves are colorful and overly changing
Seeing that they'll soon fall and bury the green lawns
But the beautiful sight of the forest icons
As taking the pictures of seasons exchanging
From the grass to the snow, so are moments of life
The death of element means the birth of the next
As circles in events with cupidly effects
Finding disparity, unengaging in strife
Hearing wonderful ...
Wednesday 19th October 2016 11:52 pm
Also by Louis Audet:Cuckold at night | Under the rain | Mr Fantismo and the space race | The only night | Last ginger-ale | Upgrading | Hotel Stay | Screens | The poetic adventure | The Puzzle | Color barrier | Hockey game | Abuse | Mr Fantismo at Olympics | Changing Gears | Northern Lights | Avoiding roadblocks | Imperfect | Kids | Practice | The crime solver | Monsters in closet | My work day | The fall |
Do you know how these teeth have grazed,
by their receding gums and rot?
can you judge me, and all my days
whether lived, or whether not?
and then account for them
as if its there the answers dwell,
that I should live like you?
or gnash them, back in hell.
I may have lied through them
to bring me to your shore,
for I, a child once
can make that claim no m...
Wednesday 19th October 2016 10:51 pm
Also by Wolfgar:In the sanctuary of dreams | Saturday morning silence | The Bürgermeister | Friday Street | Children of no hope (50 years since Aberfan) | Sycophant | Salt and diesel (skinned) | As seasons change | Future bombs |
We, the most courageous souls,
Were sent down here to stay,
We knew the risk, and came to help
The ones who lost their way
The strongest souls were trapped
Inside the bodies of the kings,
And some, forgotten myths,
Among the gods and human beings
We came here not to rescue them-
For they could not be freed,
But remind them of their other life,
Before their souls were seized
Wednesday 19th October 2016 5:24 pm
Also by Eric:Forced to watch as it drags me to my grave | Who am I supposed to be? |
Never trust a lover who
in the throes of passion
calls you 'Baby' or 'Babe' -
that generic name for a sex partner
whose body is equally generic.
It means in an unguarded moment
the name of someone else entirely
might slip out with an orgasmic yelp
which definitely would not be cool
a real mood buster.
In fairness such caution does mark
a certain level ...
Wednesday 19th October 2016 3:58 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Poets |
Did Betjeman ever win a prize, award or competition?
Was he lauded for his "insight" or "extraordinary erudition"?
Did any lit-er-ary critic ever admit they were a fan?
And yet he's loved and lamented
And will be...you betcha' man!
Wednesday 19th October 2016 3:56 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:A NOD TO W.E. HENLEY | ARE YOU? DO YOU? | WATCHING TRAINS GO BY | UNTITLED |
She said The sea must be a lady
“The sea is me”, she meant
I took her words to be a fact, a factor in own my identity
I am sure that I am the shore
And at day break, I was still pure
Caramel, sandy and tan before I am kissed
Kissed wildly by the sun that melanises
Ebony to green, the sun that photosynthesises
And from your violent waves, My kinky hair a frizz
Awaken to ...
Wednesday 19th October 2016 3:20 pm
Oh, nature's beautiful green
Where dogs love to sit
Circling around, stomping their feet
To find comfort where they see fit
When satisfied, go ahead, proceed!
release thy dirtiest, no one forbid
Scratch thy ground in search for dirt
To cover thy foul from face of the earth
Nature's beautiful green
Where dogs love to sit
Oh, excitement filled my body
My heart starts to beat
Wednesday 19th October 2016 3:11 pm
There was thunder in the air
That cherry blossom day
A low rumble, a terrible tremor,
An unholy roar began to build
Towards total devastation
On that particular day when the earth began to shake
And all the skies of all the world were scorched with fire
And the air exploded
Fusing flesh with flesh
The dark shadow of a ...
Wednesday 19th October 2016 12:55 pm
Also by John Marks:Icelight | FIELD THEORY |
We're trapped, they said.
I saw it, have you -
The eyes that seem wild with insanity?
You only get a free one way ticket -
To the place that feeds on the life of you.
It's a crossroad, they said.
One path may lead you to Heaven,
And the other to Hell -
However, did the naivety of your souls
Ever give in to ignorance? Stealing away
A curiosity that there may be another place, hidden f...
Wednesday 19th October 2016 12:28 pm
Wednesday 19th October 2016 11:50 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Wordfishing 1/3 | Hallowell! | Moi? | Politico-L | Wide-Angle |
Standing on the top of a mountain
Being able to breathe fresh air
Seeing everything so small beneath me
Reminding me of why I had to come here
In life I get anxiety
I let people think they are better than me
I put my self down when it comes to anyone around me
I pretend to smile so they think I'm happy
Trying to avoid talking about "whats wrong with ...
Wednesday 19th October 2016 3:44 am
In neverland you think there's a lot you'd never see but then you'll end up shocked like me.
Neverland is a fairy tales worst dream in life things are always as they seem.
Hurt and pain equals everyday life tears are the only water flow in sight.
I am a hidden pride stuck in black light.
Days seem shorter and night is ever, storm is the common mans weather.
Dreams are beautiful but the l...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 11:39 pm
A sinking feeling
A mark that just won't wait
A flow you just dread
A motion out of place
A brain wide awake
A week of no sleep
But the paper hasn't been posted
It hasn't arrived
Who will help
Not on a database
Does this mean...
I DON'T Exsist...
So I pick up my feet
Just focus on breathing
Because I still have to walk on
Tuesday 18th October 2016 11:01 pm
Tuesday 18th October 2016 10:06 pm
Also by MARIA TOSTI:LOOK... visual poem | My website |
take me in your autumn arms
for you are every photon
take me by the hand and
kiss me softly on my spring lips
for you are every leaf that ever fell
every berry that stained the prints
of shaking summer fingers
lets drift around this wintered world together
and pretend no one ever told us
how much we were supposed to love.
Tuesday 18th October 2016 8:22 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:when a dog returns to consume its own vomit, it does so through choice and not hunger | all we ever wanted was everything | fabric | mechanism | eleuthoromania | opiate rapture in e-minor | i took you to the brightest places on earth so that i could see who you truly are |
Monsters...Everywhere are the ghosts of monsters
Demons to posses the spirit and rip the heart from it's cavity
Ghouls reaching to drag the innocent by their hair to their cave of depravity
Clenched teeth and tight fists fight to never let them in
Smallest thing opens the door to nightmares
Authority gives the definition "to be feared"
Belts, clothes hangers, raised hands
Jog in place a...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 7:25 pm
Also by Samantha Kay Freeman:Head Down |
My name is no longer my given, but the url you see
Yours will disappear in time, hidden behind a screen
Every light and sound entices us,
Nothing is out of reach.
Colours blend in pixilated form,
Occasionally we will look away.
Unified it brings us together,
Never letting us believe we're alone.
Together we buy into the conspiracy,
Every single one, we see.
Tuesday 18th October 2016 4:56 pm
I have been incredibly pleased with the response to my autobiography 'Arguments Yard'. Literally every single review has been fantastic - you can read a selection here http://www.attilathestockbroker.com/argyard-reviews.php - and it sold out of its first pressing of 2,000 several weeks ago, more than half of those sold by yours truly in the course of the 100+ gigs I have done since its publicatio...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 4:35 pm
Also by Attila the Stockbroker:My Ninth Birthday |
Before I even begin to talk about judo I should define what art is or at least what it is to me. The dictionary defines art as “The conscious use of imagination in the production of objects intended to be contemplated or appreciated as beautiful, as an arrangement of forms, sounds or words.” To me art is simply expression, in whatever form it may take, dance, music, painting, sculpture or in this ...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 4:03 pm
Also by Danny Carr:Beyond The End |
Suddenly the gathering gloom,
Seemed to impart the impending doom.
Lightning flashed and thunder crashed,
And graveyard stones, with rain were lashed.
This was a night that people feared,
And kept their doors and windows barred.
For on this night, death walked abroad,
Along the narrow deserted road.
Graves split open and gravestones cracked,
While all around, t...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 1:31 pm
Also by CHRIS GAIR:SCREAMING | THE WIZARD OF DON | A TASMANIAN ANGEL | THE HERNIA | THE LAST CHAPTER | CISSY THE CYCLOPS |
Ice cream sundaes
Lemonade or coke
Blowing bubbles through a straw
Sucking out the dregs
Makes an interesting sound
Like coming up for air
On the menu hamburgers
And strange shaped sausages in a ring
Bacon rashers and chips
Outside kicking stones and cans
In streets of idle pleasure
Looking for who knows what
Who knows where?
Among the flashing lights an...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 10:31 am
Also by Martin Elder:Biscuit tin |
I have no need for sleep,
no more than you have a need for me.
no more than the wind blows,
I feel lost in your web.
I do not sleep,
simply because my dreams.
In my dreams you appear night after night,
and night after night brings me to your face.
I wish I could feel your warm embrace once more.
I wish I could hold your hand and not feel numb.
I miss the me you once...
Tuesday 18th October 2016 5:36 am
Also by OZEVILAES:KARM | A sad poem |
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