Tuesday 21st August 2018 6:59 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Aretha Franklin Acrostic | The Hour is Late | Mountains in the Mist |
Tuesday 21st August 2018 6:32 pm
Also by d.knape:Useful Idiot | Goldfish | Butterfly Words | Hatched | Web Cookies | I Write Poetry | Water | Internet | Texts | A Love Poem | The Walking Dead | Mourning Dove | Mourning Dove | Texas Chickens | Corner Man | Something Important | If It's Broke, Fix It | The Wiggly Apostrophe | A Room Full Of Poets | GNU | Mistakes | When I Go |
as a midday
Tuesday 21st August 2018 6:01 pm
Also by david patrick simon:The courtship poems 34 | The courtship poems 33 | The courtship poems 32 | The courtship poems 31 | The courtship poems 30 | The courtship poems 29 | The courtship poems 28 | The courtship poems 27 | The courtship poems 26 | The courtship poems 25 | The courtship poems 23 | The courtship poems 21 | The courtship poems 21 b | The courtship poems 20 | The courtship poems 20 | The courtship poems 19 | The courtship poems 18 | The courtship poems 18 | The courtship poems 17 | The courtship poems 16 | The courtship poems 14 | The courtship poems 13 | The courtship poems 12 | The courtship poems 11 | The courtship poems 10 | The courtship poems 9 | The courtship poems 8 | The courtship poems 7 | The courtship poems 6 |
What is a marriage?
The joining of forces;
Equal standing in the corporation
Of life and love.
Writers pooling ideas,
Scientists testing theories,
Two people sharing.
Marriage is not the contract
Or the piece of paper;
Marriage is two people who love each other.
And when their souls mesh,
Intertwined and inseparable
Tuesday 21st August 2018 4:44 pm
Also by Bruce Levine:Sunrise wakes the day | The Romance of Home | The Crooked Tree | Being Old | Deer | Waiting | The End | Summer - Winter | Back To Who I Am | Osgood | Winter's Grace | Fireflies | Quiet | Plastic People | Old New York | To Go Forward | early evening sunsets | A Pocket Full of Weeks | hidden dreams of glory | The Butterflies Are Back | Pathways of Time |
Standing on hot stones
watching the leviathens
stream proudly past
and reading Liberia, Panama and Lichenstein
In the sun, licking an icecream,
a little man
with worried weathered face
and body bent by
delving in hot, ungrateful fields
all day under the sungrill
and stinging windsleet,
with hands so gnarled and twisted
like olive trunks,
Tuesday 21st August 2018 4:14 pm
Also by jennifer Malden:nostalgia | Male inadequacy | Tommy darling |
In the beginning,
gold speckled with magic,
against the midnight blue,
The sun and the moon danced
and the shadows with them
the winds gave life
and the birds sang
water trailed crystal
dust gathered and
dreams were dreamt
gold speckled with magic.
In the end
Only they remained
Dust, gold, magic, and crystal
Tuesday 21st August 2018 3:49 pm
Also by sanjana shroff:the wait. | only with you |
In my dream I ask for a lethal injection.
Foetal on a hospital bed, I wait for it to take effect.
Nothing more to say, nothing more to do.
All worries, now redundant, pack their bags and leave.
Stuart is here, and Tash and Chris and Jane.
Not grieving, just bearing witness to my peaceful departure.
I feel nothing and it is wonderful.
When I wake
The gentle feeling
Tuesday 21st August 2018 2:58 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:Mine | Sink Hole | Into the Blue | For Stuart |
is a series
of twists and turns
Roads of lessons
Turn left or right?
Which is the way to go?
up and down
as we grow
right and wrong
from the past
Even the good ones
don't seem to last
Can two wrongs
make a right?
Beyond the darkness
is there always light?
Tuesday 21st August 2018 2:45 pm
Also by Jane Briganti:My Destiny | Swiss Chocolates | Who Am I | The Light of The Moon | Soulmate | A Painter's Muse | Alive | A Fly | Once Upon a Time | Winds of Peril | Helium Balloon | Manhattan Heat | Birds | Silently Sad | Wedding Bells |
I wrote this year for mother's Day this year for my mother.
FOR MUM ( a dedication)
Iridescent in style
Blessed with love that go for a mile
This poem could be about any other
But this right here is for my mother
You where a teenage northern Siouxsie Sioux
Before it was cool
Ditching off classes to see the clash in highschool
These days i've caught you doing high kicks to ...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 2:20 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:influences |
Some recent blogs brought the following to mind as many lives benefit from enlightened attitudes..
Accuse, abuse and bruise the ear,
And feed on fear.
Fragile girl and frightened boy
That hate and self-hate would destroy
Just seeking joy.
Younger soul and older friend
Fighting pressure to pretend
And not offend.
Tuesday 21st August 2018 2:12 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:POETIC JUSTICE (a re-post for WOL newcomers' fun) | DOUBLE TALK | DO YOU REMEMBER MY ENGLAND? - a re-post | INSECTICIDE? | LIFE'S JOURNEY | SHORT SHRIFT | HUMOUR US! | WORLD YODEL DAY | THE PASSING OF A BILL - a longtime friend remembered | HOT STUFF - A Late Saturday Evening Reflection | THE CONTRARY YEAR | REST ASSURED |
Dreams play tricks on the soul. Why do you still haunt my nights?? This desire to feel loved by you…only a dream…
Should love be based on fiction or fact? Can it be relied on? Forbidden fruit is always sweeter. It cannot be analysed or explained.
How do you know when it’s real? Is there a test one can take to end the misery it brings? We are the creators of our own misery. You and I.
Tuesday 21st August 2018 1:02 pm
Also by Neressa Anthony:Our Worth | A Second Chance | Waiting, Watching | Tears | Forbidden | Hateful World (Published 2011) | Chosen Life | Unforgiving Hand | Broken | Bleeding Heart | Betrayal |
(immediacy imminence and urgency) the currency of infraction
is a purchaser of sharpened teeth
and a tongue that should, by now, be relieved
of all extraneous niceties...
Forgive me, because I know you know the lies
and strong truths and distillations that
we forsake through the unspoken understanding
that tastes so much like sugary unpalatable placation
Tuesday 21st August 2018 12:32 pm
Also by elPintor:waters | sonogenesis | heosphoros | on entering decade three as a divorcee--good heavens, not this again... | year of the jackal | Page C3 Headlines |
those vermillion vampiric neck buttonings
blood brooches sucked to the surface of the skin
by infatuated biters raising heated responses from the bitten
love-crazed woundings of affection
crimson flowerings wildly, passionately planted
on public or private spaces of the flesh
tell-tale temporary tattoos
hair or scarf hidden by the shy
or those fearing parental wra...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 12:10 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:death of potentiality | considering the forthcoming funereal road to resurrection | woken by wankers! | persona non grata | please form an orderly queue! | this flesh, this love | brief excerpt from my darker experiences | man-scan! | mindful of Wuthering Heights | pitying but kindly critical homage to self-destroyers | Mother of an illegitimate | gatecrashers of the night | cranial graveyards | timeless opposites | on being a cloud |
Bill was at ASDA in a queue at the check-out,
He had noticed an elderly lady had been following him about.
She was before him now in the queue,
Her trolley full of items for the check-out to view.
"Excuse me "she said, "You look exactly like my son,
I have never seen anyone like him,you are the only one!
He passed away lately I am sad to say,
As I leave would you call out,Goo...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 11:37 am
Also by hugh:A catastrophy | Anya | Dolly folly | A wee error | the smile on your face | So many ANTS! | A satisfaction nightmare | I made a mistake | 4-letter words! | Shell sequel | No wind in the Willows ! | The transfer of pain machine | Its fly day, the tenth of August | A sad wish | A tragedy in Jerusalem | It started with a sneeze | Don't drink and drive! | Football crazy | A little bit of flirt | It was difficult to digest what had happened | "White" said Fred | Read the lids | No milk to drink | How to console a poor cook after a catastrophy |
In a hidden Universe the maker keeps his blueprints,
that only he may know how much we disappoint him.
Pouring over calculations he created oceans with his tears,
for even then he knew his plans would fail.
He saw our formula, our DNA, our hackability,
being an as yet un-worshipped God, he let it be.
And now he sits forlorn, a million converts everyday.
Tuesday 21st August 2018 10:55 am
Watch them all
Listen when deserted barrels fall
Detonating our ear drum
Listen as manifesto slum
Listen to the people's pain
But everyone talk of gain
So much noise already
So much empty barrels ready
So large without oil
As vacancies grow like boil
Even the seats of the Rulers
Clamour like market sellers
Listen to our Rulers bargain
To sell our Father land and explain
Tuesday 21st August 2018 10:49 am
Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:RESOLUTION | BEAUTIFUL | THY STEP DAUGHTER | WE WENT HAYWIRE | JUSTICE FEVER | NATURE AND NATION | DARK KISSES |
Thanks to Anya for this one - inspired by her poem and my comment to it....
Barbie lets her arse settle
into the battered old armchair.
She knows that when she eventually
builds the enthusiasm and gains
the energy to stand again
that her cellulite riddled butt
will be covered in cat hair.
She rests her swollen ankles on
the foot stool, which unlike...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 9:45 am
Also by Darren J Beaney:Slabs | Behind the public image | Punk is dead (after Crass) | Acts of times | Surround sound | Lucky boy (for Joanna, poem#23) | Dear God | That disease | Ageing | Intoxicating love | The goddess of love | Shark's teeth (The second of the seaside poems) | Jeder nach seinen Fähigkeiten, jedem nach seinen Bedürfnissen |
My night sleep is disturbed
By the hooting of a train not far
From my home.
If I had told you to stay,
You’d not have boarded your way
Away from me,
Rendering me helpless –
Perpetual agony in cahoots with sleepless nights.
I kneel against the night sky
And weep in the blurry lights of darkness
Trying to reframe your last shadow;
I watch the stars saturated:
Their glow cumbered by the h...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 8:01 am
Also by Ruby:Mistaken Years | Photograph | Let's try not to miss it |
The little boy held his Dad's hand as he got on the bus.
Clutching his drink bottle, he clambered on the seat, face pink from the effort, but determined to maintain his independence.
Animated he sat, unique among a sea of somber souls dressed in suits and weighed down by obligations.
But the little boy couldn't see that yet, the world was still a wonderland for him.
His eyes were wide ...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 7:56 am
Also by Kate G:Hurt | Chernobyl | Layers | Home is where the heart is | Heart-shaped knot | Painter's Paradox | Cocoon | Whiteout | Winter | Smoke Signals | Afterlife | Speaking my language | Jazz | Underworld | Nature's child | Inner child | New Year's Day | Dandelion heart | Carousel | Musings on a muse | Cerebral | Hijacked | Batgirl | Water diviner | Codebreaker | Ancient warrior | Ethel's Place | Continental drift | Deployment drill | Little Bird | Head in the clouds | Bleeding out | In too deep | Sunset blues | Word me up | Facing the Music | Stockholm syndrome | United Nations | Mother nurture | Masterstroke | Playlist | Unzipped | The Spaces Between | Meet me in Montana |
Barbie looks in the mirror
Terrified with what she sees
The reflection shows her a stranger
Someone she doesn’t want to be
Her face is old and wrinkled
Her hair turned thin and gray
Her body used to be perfect
Now weak and out of shape
Barbie is lost
No one admires her anymore
Her life doesn’t make sense
No one looks at her like before
Tuesday 21st August 2018 7:04 am
Also by Anya:The Swiss Watch | the black heart | A Chair | The Shell | The King of Tears | The thing we did... | Hot! |
Tuesday 21st August 2018 6:57 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Let Your Feelings Show | Look Beneath | Free Speech | Sensibility |
Until the cessation
Tuesday, 21st August 2018
It may matter less
if we have to face
by following an untrue path
and fearing each moment the possible death
it is material
what preachers preach to the people!
what others might say
we should think clearly and stay
If I believe in destiny
and leave it to the discretion of an almighty
I don't think there is any cause for the worry
Tuesday 21st August 2018 6:09 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:No to any reply | Honey testes | Perfect or imperfect | Emotions | under the magic spell | Struggle hard | Woman's part | Rise again | We promise | No happiness here | Feel the intensity | Looks so simple | Women everywgere | In the direction | So beautiful | Offer your self | The spirit soars high | Overcome the shock | The person knows | Let us be | Get in well | At first sight | In an easy time | No violation of the modesty | The day | So beautiful yourself |
Slaying them like pagans or like Raiden or like Slade in a foe cutting seams,
Waiting for a dragon and a maiden with a blade in the old fucking thing,
It’s kind of quiet in the dark like copper mines when you’re bored and you pay penance,
Lobotomized by the word and cauterized by the sword in the same sentence,
Praying to their Satan and they’re hating any sport,
Taken to the haven ...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 5:44 am
Also by Big Sal:Jacob's Rhyme | Jack Dempsey | Rifles in the Cold |
Menthol cigarette to kill me faster
I don't want to get lost in 6 feet regret
So is my love worthless like my brain tells me
I got change in my pocket but I don't think it's enough for your heart
So if I live long enough do you think you'll love me
Should I echo the line full of dread
I know that you go through pain
I get you better than anyone else does
I've never had the right words...
Tuesday 21st August 2018 4:06 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Tylenol Pills | Illithid// The Mind of Inferno | Mr. Depression 4 Walking To The Street Lights | The Vow/ Words to a Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 17 | Mr. Depression 3 Lady Death Journey to Mars | Mr Depression 2 Death is Coming | Mr Depression 1 The Beginning of The Story On Earth | Firefly/Vanilla Raven | Space Cowboy 11 Harvest of God | This Photograph Is Proof | I'm Sorry, I'm Trying | Self-conscious | Words of The Waiting Man 16 | Middle of The Breakdown | Space Cowboy 10 Kind of Blue | Knife Pervert | Chocolate-Covered Razor Blades | Rainy Sunday | The Miss Fortune of Finding Out That The Irony Behind This All Was That The Story Was Never Told Truly To You |
Princess Puss Goes to Yodel School
Princess is our latest joy
To join FUN BUS HQ
She's cuddly but bit feisty
(But that's 'tween me and you)
As it was WORLD YODEL DAY
She thought it would be cool
To fine-tune up her yodel skills
And go to yodeling school
We were allowed to film inside
For you to look, embrace
And see what does go on within
Tuesday 21st August 2018 1:05 am
Also by Don Matthews:Bedazzle | House I Hear You Calling | Swissy Miss | The Festival of Britain 1951 For Those Who Can Remember | Oh Little Ant | Spike and I and the Factory of Human Daleks | My Premature Saturday Shorts Poem | My Neurons Are Going Away | Spelling Errors | Spike and I, and the School of Silliness | Brian, You Get Mind Muck-Ups ? | My Verse Is Quite Frustrated | FUN BUS: Celebrates National Hottie Day | WOL's New Rhymers Club | FUN BUS : Don Patents Our Bus | A Family That Kills Together |
To pick cankers for a simple
Or a rhapsody in blue
Loving lapis lazuli
In paintings of the Virgin Mary
With Ultramarine pigment
Extracted from lapis lazuli
Only found in north-east Afghanistan
Where the brave Kalash
In their snow-topped mountains
Of the Hindu Kush
Have resisted assimilation into Islam for over a thousand years
Their culture is unique and threatened...
Monday 20th August 2018 11:18 pm
Also by John E Marks:Salt made from tears | Last line missing | Orthodox Blues | Paralysis | Tommy | At Risk | The Alpha and Omega | The cloths of heaven | To the crags, where eagles soar | Moon, Moon | Verschränkung | The meaning of the seas |
Monsoons creating mudslides
Volcano erupting in dark of night
Tornado wrenching up trees as if matchwood,
as flood water sweeps in unabated
Forces over which we have no control
Bone dry, arid landscape, parched and thirsty
Strangely alluring and yet deadly in its nature
Cacti defying the climate by storing fluid
How many stories could they tell of lost souls?
Monday 20th August 2018 10:46 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Bad Romance | DISORDER | Randomly Wonderful | Alexa and Siri | PLANS | Bi-Polar Poetry |
O, the house looks like a painting
we can't agree on anything
what I want is meaningless to you
what you want awkwardly remains obtuse
O, the house looks like a painting
no longer are we in step with anything
you casually slighted something
I spent the morning trying to unpack it
to understand you
it's the only way we know to be
Monday 20th August 2018 10:23 pm
Also by Tom:Let The Tide Decide |
Onomatopoiea, i'd like to make it clear
is just the description of the sounds
that actions make when they strike our ear.
Here's one example: a crash or a smash,
everyday words; a bit of a shock
when something happens to make those sounds
that often enough will cause a fleeing
like the hissing sound of someone peeing.
Not so grating but disconcerting
Monday 20th August 2018 9:58 pm
Also by ray pool:INSPIRATION | HOSPITAL VISIT | NIGHT SUPER VISION | JUST BY THE FLYOVER | RIGHTS OF PASSAGE | MANDY O MANDY |
I don't judge the flock born to this hillside
but lay down my burden to get the outlook.
So it is with the heart up the hillside and down
I stop to hear, even falteringly repeat.
It has been shown, it is believed,
It would only be my own heart weighed
and climbing up become falling down.
Monday 20th August 2018 8:34 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Crowd | Of Changeable Weather | The Leap | V. S. Naipaul 1932-2018 | Mindscapes | At Present | The World Of Slavery | Anon | All ThezeDreamz |
As I was drowning,
gasping and grasping,
you fluttered a hand in the water
for me to grab hold of
you: a rock near the chasm, the last place to hold
me: always on Theater Time, arriving just as the lights dim
Who could have guessed our pairing?
back when I was shy and you were new
but the gatherings fell into place and the bells ran...
Monday 20th August 2018 8:24 pm
Also by Douglas MacGowan:Late Summer Day | KDM |
Happiness that fly high up in the skies
Songs that lightens up the fires in our lives
All belong here on earth
Nothing is there to take along
High where everyone sleeps above
Relations we bear
Bonds that we all share
Friendship that we hold so dear
All belong here and only here
Nothing from this earth we can take away
Where one day our souls will rest forever...
Monday 20th August 2018 7:44 pm
I had only been in New York a couple of days,
Staying with friends in their Manhattan apartment.
That morning I ventured out alone to get the breakfast,
Flirting with the deli man was such fun,
But on leaving the store I turned left instead of right,
Walked on instead of turning back,
And I was lost in New York.
No time to panic, I just kept walking.
All my things back...
Monday 20th August 2018 7:06 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:Wild Heart |
Monday 20th August 2018 6:27 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:View from on High | Tyranny digs its own grave | Ellie |
Monday 20th August 2018 1:16 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:One View | Human Touch | Fuck Yesterday | My Agency | You can be too careful nowadays | The Lack | Someone selling out in front of you | time matters | Ways of Being | French Films | EOD | Life is Suicide | Reading Is Hard | Early Onset | The moving center | sensual gum | Hone Avenue | What am I supposed to do with this information |
The love I have for such a sweet soul is so immense the feelings linger in my stomach,
Causing the feelings I have to feel like literal butterflies dancing around between my ribs,
Such feelings are addictive.
I never want your love to run out.
Monday 20th August 2018 11:34 am
Also by D Lee:Heavy Heart | Memories | Me | Heaven |
The Fool has now mastered his masculine self and such talent that come with that, he now progresses to a higher level of who he is, and that is the spirit self. The Fool feels deep with inside himself something has been missing, for up to now all his understanding has only comes from logical aspects of the mind and he has been limited by their abilities. Here the Fool will find a different aspect ...
Monday 20th August 2018 10:57 am
Also by Raven Anne Matthews:1 The Magician | The Fool The Beginning |
an old army coat
on and blue jeans,
that are black
and a woolly hat
and a sleeping bag
draped over his lap.
He has nothing else.
I can’t see his face.
I call from a distance,
scared to go frighten him:
“You alright mate?” Softly.
He slowly cranes his head
towards me. His eyes are
as red as stop-lights his
cheeks are struggl...
Monday 20th August 2018 5:13 am
Also by Ferris Taylor:A History Lesson for Those in Late Adolescence | Trickle-Down Economics | Our Friend |
Maybe it was the sudden drain of colour from his cheeks, that I started to notice over the last few weeks
The vacant expression id started to see in his eyes, like the person he was, the glint that dies
His shift in body weight as he had gone from walking heel to toe
Was more a shuffle, a dragging, just no up and go
Clean shaven, his fresh scent
Had been replaced with worn c...
Monday 20th August 2018 12:47 am
I wanted everything
Trying to please everyone in glory
I don't wanna be selfish anymore
Let my pride come in the way of love
With fear constantly calling my given name
For i don't know who i am
When will i stop with myself
This is not who i am
Exposed heart, life isn't what it seems
God hit me with a passion that will bring me to my knees
How can my heart understa...
Sunday 19th August 2018 9:00 pm
Also by Arina:REAL | Queen's day | Magnolia |
Under August Skies
We sat around the table Mam
but none of us got fed,
for the Corn Law has been biting
and we don’t have any bread.
The mill wheels have stopped turning,
so we haven’t any jobs
and we’re under-represented
by the parliamentary nobs.
So we gathered in the field Mam,
with our banners and our flags,
and the soldiers sat in lines
Sunday 19th August 2018 8:49 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Screaming Blue Murder | discarded | Nearest & Dearest |
Once, someone posed a question
And it made me want to cry
"If you had to choose," she said
"Which one - cake or pie?"
I didn't want to answer
I mean, why would she even pry?
It's the deepest question out there
It really made my head hurt
I took a pill, I won't deny
That question bounced on through my brain
"Which one - cake or pie?"...
Sunday 19th August 2018 7:08 pm
Also by David Lindsay:Idiomatic | The Scarecrow |
There is Beauty
They made a handsome couple,
both modest and unaware.
I would go further there was beauty there.
Pulling and heaving her way up through life,
a wonderful mother and caring wife.
Working hard living life to the full.
I can honestly say it was never dull.
Life can be ugly the things we do ugly too.
I saw in them a beauty the ugliness could not erase.
Sunday 19th August 2018 3:46 pm
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:Nanna is a Yodeller | The Feather | Her Heart | One Night | Man is the Beast | I Am An Orphan Now (Age 46) | I Am An Orphan Now (Age 46) | Too Short for Shorts | The Book | An Acorn's Story | Nan's Lippy | Hope Ain't Gonna Float | You Held Me With Your Tears | A Hot Evening in August | Breathless | Ripped Away | The Fox Visited Me Last Night |
Everday we live and die,
die and live.
Every day is a year
Every year is day.
Mourn not ,mourn not
Live your life in a day
or live your day in life.
The gamble is on,
we are walking on footprints of
living in the mercy of a hunter
like a agile fawn.
Yesterday sinks into today,
Tomorrow engulfs today.
Some stories are read
Some are lost in ob...
Sunday 19th August 2018 3:24 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Bloom My Love | Open Market | Fading.. | Sweet Wound | THE BOG | Weapon |
When folks are at work and the kids all in school
Two or three times we will bike, as a rule
From Christchurch to Bournemouth, then Sandbanks and Poole.
For most of the way it’s a ride by the sea
And easy and flattish for Our Gert and me;
We stop at the Chineside for cups of black tea.
Sometimes we have started from Hengistbury Head
Watching as tides between Mudeford...
Sunday 19th August 2018 2:33 pm
Also by John Coopey:WHERE DO YOU GO TO, MY LOVELY? | I NEVER MEANT TO..... | HALF A MILE AWAY | BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | BENN | NUTS | FATHER AND SON |
This poem was written 9 years ago but seems to have more resonance now than it did then.
She limped along Old Trafford road
her helping hand a stick of ash,
two Tesco bags increased her load,
her costume emphasised the clash
of cultures on a bright Spring day
when European arms and legs
in ghastly white are on display
by Boots and Claire’s and Next and Greggs....
Sunday 19th August 2018 1:04 pm
A house stood here,
behind this billboarded gap
between the betting shop and pub,
a two second empty space framed in a moving bus window.
A house stood here,
on this weedy fractured ground
between not your turn to die survivors,
a fifty year unfilled space in a family tree on a fading page.
Veins severed here, cut in full flow
extinguished in the fire,...
Sunday 19th August 2018 10:00 am
Also by Wolfgar:Atypical heart | Soft clean hands | Silence | Single handed sailor | Bedside table | Embracing oblivion | Remote entanglement | Vicar with dementia in a pool of his own piss | Lost where I belong | A New Jerusalem |
In the middle of a hectic day
I was sitting listening to sounds
sun burning skins
cars being driven
people talking walking screaming
inside of it all was a voice
screaming to be destroyed
earth was pleading for those who care enough
to stop it from being
a meaningless end to a meaningless being
without a purpose earth became hollow...
Sunday 19th August 2018 3:16 am
havent written a blog for years now! 3 years i think...
any one up for more bond poetry?
where have all me muckers gone??
anyone still on?
Sunday 19th August 2018 2:51 am
Poem 55 of 230: TIN-MINERS’ LUNCH
Visiting relatives in Cornwall,
I saw the mines tin-miners mined,
The type of lunch they liked to eat,
And heard these tales about it all:
Tin-miners’ wives, with pasties ready,
Would cry “oggy, oggy, oggy”;
Then, in response, hungry miners
Would call back up with “oi, oi, oi”s.
Plus the real Cornish pasty’s strong-crust
Keeps the baked f...
Saturday 18th August 2018 9:40 pm
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