A strange morning, clouds look like they were trying
to put up wallpaper, but the work was too much, and they left the project.
Drips like glue fell into the sea and became flakes of sunlight.
An aeroplane crossed the sky. It looked old, and its wheels were not retracted
perhaps it was a private plane doing a bit of exercise keeping its owner alert.
A seagull fle...
Monday 10th May 2021 8:56 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:India | a little argument | echography | Derik and Floyd | what happens to Facebook | the fear | the abbess | elderliness | what few see | love unseen |
Jake visits his dentist with toothache,
Dentist says,"This could be painful Jake !"
"That's okay I've dealt with plenty of pain in my life."
Dentist says,"I've been having an affair with your wife."
Monday 10th May 2021 8:40 am
Also by hugh:A crack in the Labour mirror | A rash promise | Diarrhoea !! | Dog thefts | Sad Saturday sewer story |
If you are going to kill yourself
Someone is going to find you.
Do you want that?
You are trying to die, I might wish you success,
But for what?
So you don't like it how it is,
Do you think anyone does?
But it is better to change, than destroy...
Oh my god, I can't carry on like this.
Not each day the same same thing!
You want me to wait,
Monday 10th May 2021 8:20 am
Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:Taken From Me | Desperate Prayer | Screams Of A Spoilt Child | Real Lows And Artificial Highs | War Of The Sexes | The Hardest Tears | End Of The Road | Dream On | Buried Treasure |
I waited shy for fear of saying wrong
But never did I fear I'd wait too long
I must go now to see that other place
Where secrets of millennia erase
Monday 10th May 2021 8:15 am
Also by The Chessplayer:The Moment of Death | Felt | Good Times | Notice (Haiku) | Belief Is Like a Bird That Nests | The Roaring Rain Outside | The Void |
I will touch you with the hands of my birches
to make a stone out of you
or a priceless trophy
or a miracle that lasts three days
the hands of my white birches will reach you
and touch will leave only a trace in the thoughts.
Monday 10th May 2021 7:47 am
Also by Sanja Atanasovska:Our house | I am ... | Sad anthem | You mean me | Poisonous flowers | Crazy rhythm | Alone |
And heavy droplets
Rain down on
This umbrella world.
Creating a sequence
To claim the naked souls
Of those trying to escape reality.
Standing in the stillness
We switch to a beautiful nightmare
Awaiting us beyond
The wall we’ve shaped.
No longer hold true
To the wishes, we’ve made.
Keeping our distance...
Monday 10th May 2021 7:01 am
Also by Blue Raven:A Torrid Love Affair | A Silent Expiration (Borrowed Emotions from a Ringmasters Perspective) | Wavered Paths | A Dream Game (Poem) | A Crimson Trap |
You heard me say I’ll do it, so I will,
a promise is a promise, after all;
no need to yell and put me through the mill,
I’ll do it when I’ve done the bedroom wall.
I know I haven’t started that just yet,
I’ve not had time to go and get the paint.
You want the hedgerow trimming, don’t forget,
my dear, you’d try the patience of a saint.
It does no good to you to wor...
Monday 10th May 2021 12:29 am
Also by Trevor Alexander:Wild Places |
I wouldnt be like you
somewhere from the back
hearing this little thin voice
Sunday 9th May 2021 11:53 pm
Also by Rudyard Kooistra:No title needed. |
fuck, I had such a fuckin terrible dream ending
You sent Today at 9:06 AM
doing some weird shit in an elevator that just flat out drops 400 stories for like 5 solid minutes in free fall , and you just fall into a black pool and wake up at the top again
You sent Today at 9:07 AM
then there was this book I opened that played a rapid succession of videos. voice over described it as a frin...
Sunday 9th May 2021 11:14 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:birch-backed remnants of smaller cities |
I’ve planted spuds; I’ve planted peas;
I’ve scrabbled round on hands and knees;
I’ve sprayed against a plague of bugs
But seen them eaten up by slugs;
The seeds had cost me seven quid
Which from the wife I kept well hid;
I’ve had to chuck them in the bin
(At Tesco’s they’re ten pence a tin!)
In light of this my bets I’ve hedged
And gave up cultivating veg;
Sunday 9th May 2021 10:46 pm
Also by John Coopey:"AS SURE AS GOD'S IN GLOUCESTER..." |
Conflicted, unhappy and tarn from the inside,
There's a battleground within me
You can never won when you can be both right or wrong
Am i flirting with death or myself
Am i out of my depth,sink or swim
My dear am over here judging you judging me cause is that the way life shall be
I'm not looking for a solution
Nor do i wanted to be founded and save sorry lord i must dec...
Sunday 9th May 2021 10:36 pm
"vacant existence of mine
Living in afterlife
in dearth of you, and
your aura so sublime."
'' I'll tread on the mark
of the steps remain,
long way to reach you
without any train. ''
"memories with you are my dreams now
how can I celebrate mothers day"
I miss you
Sunday 9th May 2021 8:55 pm
Also by Nazia Khan:Heaven is evil |
The people anxiously crowding
the over-populated times
will never be reconciled
with people of flourishing times.
One counts life as cheap,
for the other it is precious.
I have been surviving
through no fault of my own
as a factory farmed animal
in an over-stocked pen.
Decent folk must be unaware
of what these conditions entail.
In the spinning galaxy's good time
Sunday 9th May 2021 8:41 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Meeting The Day | Lanterns In The Trees | Only The Relevant | Appearances |
perhaps I missed something
along the way
who are these little people
I work for all day
what do they want from me
why are they yelling
do they think they can
get away with everything
I like to see you
I like to be with you
your cats and plants
but you keep talking
accidents and being lonely
and you remind me
it’s getting late...
Sunday 9th May 2021 8:25 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:humanities | Writing for non-readers | Ufos | Let it happen to you |
We have no way of dealing with the sea,
Drinking water is fine by me.
but sea grasses do not fool me
Into visiting seabeds.
Human hands stain the sea with detritus
There is now no water music in the secret garden
Of the sea,
Moisturize before the wastewater grips you.
Water is repetitive, water is the doyen of tides,
menstrual cycles, sister moon's loony tunes.
When water drips off ...
Sunday 9th May 2021 5:40 pm
Also by John E Marks:Rainstorm | Empire of the Sun | On first looking into Popōcatepētl | The last Byzantine | Genocide | SPRING SNOW |
People in the pub garden;
a warmth you’d almost forgotten.
Narrow boats on the cut,
the odd twee little cabin cruiser,
canoes, paddle boards.
People out and about,
ike a nineteenth-century
French painting. Seems like
a bank holiday, even if it isn’t.
Friends and acquaintances
rubbing their eyes.
Sunday 9th May 2021 5:29 pm
The glass of hours
salivates and devours
the moment too long
it took to forgo
the role the force
of habit assigned,
rendering you thus
yet another conscript
in its granular
army of sand.
Sunday 9th May 2021 3:12 pm
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Vernacular | Thebes | Pharisaic | Kafka's Door |
In the enchanted forest, far, far away
rabbits dress in waistcoats and chat about their day
Fairies live in toadstools, deep in the wooded dell
they sing and dance to the chimes of the quivering bluebell
An Enid Blyton story, a fairy tale or dream
or closer to the truth, than at first it would seem
Down in Bluebell Woods, which is not so far away
the magical spell of nature creates a myst...
Sunday 9th May 2021 2:59 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Tonight’s Walk | Reasons To Be Grateful Week One | Little Robin | The Fourth Of May | Dawn Chorus | The Covid-19 Memorial Wall | Old, New And Incomplete |
what’s done is done
you cannot change the past
it’s been laid to rest,
history is the cemetery
cast and chronicled in many forms
whatever your opinion
however outraged you feel
it’s buried, let it lie,
you might burn books
fell statues, redact names
your cauldron of indignation
haphazardly spilling over
nothing will change,
consider a better edu...
Sunday 9th May 2021 2:18 pm
At one Merseyside school
teachers berated us, gave
us the cane if we didn't
answer quickly enough the
questions put, and made us
feel small, as they bawled,
snarled cajoled. Mum picked
up on my misery and hunted
around for a kinder domain.
It was a local village school and
where the teachers were mostly
humane. The Head taught extra
stuff like Morse co...
Sunday 9th May 2021 9:17 am
Also by Philipos:BACK TO SEA | NITTY GRITTY | SPACED OUT | SMALL ARMS DRILL | MORNING POST | BACK ALLEY MAN | MASKS | BROWNIE POINTS | GUSTS | STEPPING ON SHOES | BLIND DATE | BARBARIANS | FIRE POWER | BATTLEMENTS |
Written by our own being
Lost in translation
Let's clear the confusion
You are the only reason
Sunday 9th May 2021 6:08 am
Also by Cody Roach:Finding my way home |
An year long pandemic has started showing its effect on children. For an year they seemed the most happiest as they thought the period of lockdown as a vacation to rest, play, sleep and enjoy. Every good thing has an end. Anything taken in high dose can have it's negative impact. So has this so called pandemic vacation for children which at first was heartily welcomed but now is leaving behind ter...
Sunday 9th May 2021 5:54 am
Also by Ghazala lari:Plagiarized | Everlasting joy | Happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | Bright side | Long lost noon | Morning delight | Afternoon memories | Article 2: Dreams | Article 1 | Heaven on earth | Unblocked | At the front | Sound of love | So to say | Beautiful journey |
Box our feelings
inside a reason.
let our feelings
do the healing.
There must be reasons,
for different seasons.
We tell ourselves,
to mask the feelings.
Let’s pop a pill
to do the healing.
Distract our minds,
with scientific readings.
To avoid crum...
Sunday 9th May 2021 3:10 am
Saturday 8th May 2021 7:02 pm
Now is not important;
Nothing really matters.
Your latest wheeze in shreds,
A whole month’s work in tatters.
This is not what matters.
Your ego is the thing
Controlling this charade,
And in a cowbell’s ring,
Lines spoken by a bard
Or low skies dappled red,
All timelessness is stored.
While close by, in the head,
A devil’s dreams are moored.
Saturday 8th May 2021 5:58 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Detective Stories |
Saturday,8th May 2021
I worked very hard
not for praising words
but for the material gain
and maintained the spree
enough of wealth gathered
to be ushered
in happiness with all the luxuries
not to suffer from any miseries
everybody enjoyed in the family
but I forgot the name of an almighty
I wanted to purchase everything
and can br...
Saturday 8th May 2021 4:56 pm
Also by Jadia4708au:Role of working woman | No disrespect-dead | Marriage anniversary-50th year | Freedom day-Africa | My guide | Dear I propose | Experience & poetry | Motherly feeling | Love & poetry | What is mother | Where are the old days? | Nobility & kindness | Parent exiled | Love spreads fragrance | Ink your emotions | Two words | The leader | With the mass | Rain brought smile | Love supersedes | Allow not to take over | Thoughts prevail | Save country-save people | Life is not easy | Nature's wrath | Black death rainbow | May day | Ask for an apology |
Annie broke up with me tonight
It was sudden and definite
Inside, I collapsed
Outside, I fell to the floor
At the moment before I hit the floor
My arms stuck out to stop me
It was reassuring, somehow
That I had an inextinguishable will to live
Despite my feelings to the contrary
Saturday 8th May 2021 2:46 pm
And yes I have had my share of wild romances, that
took the breath from my lungs and opened my
eyes to all of this world's beauty.
Unfortunately those matches burn out quickly.
The reality is that true romance is
a series of inspirational quotes carefully strung
between sitcoms and dramas.
Although, I have to believe
This passion exists. That in a
mundane world the fir...
Saturday 8th May 2021 2:15 pm
Also by Stephanie S:The Truth Shall Set You Free | The fury of Hell inside | On the Edge of Lust |
Saturday 8th May 2021 1:38 pm
The King of the Delta Blues
The hellhounds always trailed him –
for that’s the drift of legends.
Fuelling spooks with shots
of malt, he wailed out blues
across the Delta.
Between us now the record
crackles bleakly, his scratchy voice,
a conjured ghost, sings clear
as barrelhouse belles who fleeced him
strut across my sight.
In the rattling dives he ...
Saturday 8th May 2021 11:50 am
at right angles to beauty,
geometry's not my friend,
full reservoirs of make-up
my proportions won't mend
other girls seem so pretty
my torso's a basket case
lobster nose, carrot hair,
mirrors crack at my face
I dream of drastic surgery
features lissom and new
Romeos on my doorstep
aftershaves in a queue
each day flushed torture
in a self-consc...
Saturday 8th May 2021 11:08 am
Also by simon lucan:Wings | Grassland |
What valiant pilgrim would stand at this door,
Fearless of the evil lurking inside?
Fabled beasts of forest, mountain, and moor?
Good men and women have tried, failed, and died.
“There in be dragons” whispers the gnarled tree,
“And ghostly machines, for to dig ditches,
Dust coated vessels, tools of wizardry,
And weapons for knights, used to fight witches”.
Saturday 8th May 2021 9:43 am
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:Garlic 18 | Wordsworth's Shroud | Myopsida Palmatum Atropurpureum |
Gone are days
When rainbow stays,
In the ocean-blew sky
Which reflected in my inward eye!
The rainbow fills
With the colour of wills,
The will to fly high
In the bluest sky.
The will to cry so loud
And reach upto each cloud,
The will to drench in rain
And collect all dew-drops in the pebbled brain.
Alas! now, rainbow disappears
From the morbid-white sky infectuous,
O, rainbow! where'...
Saturday 8th May 2021 7:22 am
About 9PM, a walk began filled with restlessness. Claustrophobia pushed every step with the urge to escape.
Off of Johnson Street, a block behind the house, there's a dirt road with a placard saying: "No motorized vehicles allowed." Seeing this, adventure presented itself, and the toes turned into it.
Picking up the pace, the town passed slowly out of sight, opening up to another world ...
Saturday 8th May 2021 5:26 am
Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:Silly Rabbit | A Tale of Two | Excellent for Weight Loss | Hope | May 2007 Dream | May Day |
When you say I'm creating mountains
from mole hills I can not help
but to rethink the moles
bringing forth their labor's fruit
bountious coffee grounds from the underground.
Who is to say I'm not living my dream?
I never dreamed big.
Saturday 8th May 2021 1:34 am
I will tell you things that I hear myself say
Things said in between silence and darkness
Watching your despair grow so tall and huge like the walls in your room.
Who could hear when you scream so loud?
Is every cry meant to be that loud?
The intensity draws strokes of the tongue
Than acceptance and help
The errant hope you once had...
Friday 7th May 2021 11:16 pm
Also by Emeka Collins:(untitled) | "When all Hell Let Loose" | "Fell in Love with the Wrong Girl" |
He had the grip to my pen,
control over my words.
Yet chose to write a tragedy,
when I needed was a romedy...
Friday 7th May 2021 10:31 pm
Giving advice in the direction of life
Think before you open your mouth
Consider greatly north, east and west
For matters can go quickly south
Friday 7th May 2021 9:47 pm
My dreams have been foredoomed then
My thinks stucked in a wry mazeroom
My wings melted under the sun
Only hopes were thrown around me
I found in my heart planted seeds
An invitation for dinner
Our guests blackbirds
All together start symposium
They peck viscus
Blooding beads wet all the feathers
The lost in my old fridge
Among peas and beans
Friday 7th May 2021 5:58 pm
Also by Kiki Materi:Haiku No2 | A line for the poetry | Haiku No1 | To Bobby Sands |
Returning to that rented house
once we’d split our stuff
casting an eye over
the now barron landscape of our love
I brush away the mess we left
touch up the paint in the hallway
One thing we forgot to pack
one thing you forgot to take
that flower box outside the bedroom window
I bought for you while working away
you planted seeds and raised them up
gave them names with handwritten lab...
Friday 7th May 2021 4:31 pm
Also by Tom:Chlorine |
Here is to another year of life,
Should I be buoyant and forget these years of strife?
See my demons are growing more mature,
As I silently suffer no closer to a cure.
24 years of carrying this unbearable pain inside,
Yet today I'll show the world I'm happy and hide these tears I’ve cried.
En fin, feliz cumpleaños para mí
I hope these messages from back home b...
Friday 7th May 2021 4:12 pm
Due to Covid
we are experiencing
a high volume of calls
and so it may take a while
to get to you
please stay on the line
so that we may assist you
the average wait time is
some callers have expired
while waiting but
that was not Our fault
they had weak systems
if you would like to leave
a call back number
we never call back...
Friday 7th May 2021 12:55 pm
Also by d.knape:Old Crow | Morning Moon | Short Poem | The Little Things I Do | Not As Young As We Used To Be | Cowboy Blues |
Under the sun I was a good boy
I never did wrong.
The trees were very giving
As I climbed
The highest branch
Under the sun , I was a good boy
Who never did wrong
The light would stay
Till I was too tired
To kick a ball
But at home, I was bad boy
Who always did wrong.
The dark spelt
The light broke way
Friday 7th May 2021 12:16 pm
I don’t walk much, no matter how much I dream I could
Whether it be at night or when awake, I dream I could walk and I can but I won’t
I only notice how little steps I make when I see the world has moved, the trees are dead and the grass is cold but I haven’t moved an inch
But everyone else can make leaps.
I never will, what do they do I dont?
Why do I have to be the one who knows h...
Friday 7th May 2021 10:06 am
You learn something every day, it seems, and a word previously unknown to me - coined by an American
philosopher - entered my existence the other day, chiming with much of what I note around me these days.
That word is "emotivism". It describes a state of mind that views things when a need or wish to see them a
certain way takes precedence of fact. The personal moral choice of what an i...
Thursday 6th May 2021 7:53 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:BEDDED BLISS |
People are too afraid of their mistakes
Too afraid of the honesty of error
Too blinded by their heroes to see they are just men
Dedicated to the cause at the detriment of their clan
Our errors are just tasks
Ways to learn from actions past
Be not afraid of your imperfection
It is your commonality with man
Strive for what is noble and beautiful
And know that it is a goal ...
Thursday 6th May 2021 4:54 pm
EQUAL IN GREATNESS
(For Michael Collins – Astronaut 1930-2021)
The fourth person to spacewalk
And the second
To orbit the moon alone
While fellow crew members
Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong
Walked on the lunar surface
Sometimes glory is shared unevenly
But greatness often depends
On those backstage
Silently pulling levers
And watching instruments
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:36 am
When words fail...
The eyes speak...
When the eyes are blurred...
The tears roll...
When tears stop flowing...
The smile conveys...
When the smile stalls...
The fingers communicate...
When the fingers are entangled...
The skin sings...
When the skin is silent...
The heart beats...
When the hum of the heart lightens....
The toes tap...
When the tapping turns to a curl....
The body em...
Thursday 6th May 2021 2:31 am
NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. It coincides with the National Poetry Month in the United States of America and Canada. Usually it would form part of my Texas Tour, but this year, as with 2020, due to it being cancelled, I did it as a standalone project, using my tim...
Wednesday 5th May 2021 8:26 pm
From the dream
Across the sand
From the sea
Between the Land
From the laughter
Twinned with the tear
From the distance
That resides so near
From the pain
That tastes so sweet
From the broken wings
Of all flights so deceit
Calypso seeks exoneration...
A sleep in concealment
And an eternal separation
From her deceiving heart..
Wednesday 5th May 2021 4:40 pm
Also by Shruti:Melancholy | Forever Spring | A Robotic Life | Into the Past |