The middle class are ruled by hate;
They bully and manipulate.
They deal in lies and twist the truth,
Corrupt the innocence of youth
And cheat on friends to keep what’s theirs:
A place above the creaking stairs.
Ambition will keep them ahead
In bank and castle and in bed,
But it is cunning, raw and low,
Which helps their favoured winds to blow
To worlds of ...
Monday 25th October 2021 9:36 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Grass | Messiah | Village | Fahrenheit 451 | Architecture | Birds | Volcano | Land | Climate Change and us (Updated version of a poem posted on 24 September 2020) | September Ist, 1939. |
An old olive oil press rusting
at the bottom of a sandy garden
in his occupied territory.
A man lying prostrate,
face down, on the sandy soil.
Not dead but murmuring
about a weight, a burden, something.
I could not hear clearly,
what with all the muffled explosions
This man, this man, he screamed out
‘NOT AS I WILL, BUT AS YOU WILL, FATHER!’.
But there was no other man ...
Monday 25th October 2021 9:25 pm
Also by John E Marks:A permanent loss of happiness | Halloween | STUTTERER | White Teeth | The ruins of Nineveh | Going home | HOLY BROKENNESS | CONNEMARA SEER | Generation 27 | The Resurrection of the dead | White privilege | A lamentation upon the fall of Constantinople 29 May 1453 | Something found | To the crags, where eagles soar | The flowers of the forest | Plurabilities | Lunecliff | A sonnet for John Donne (1572 - 1631) |
Night is quiet
Filled with peace
Brings back memories
Of our love and ease
Little stars Shining
In dark black sky
Reminds me of
Our rings of hope
A face handsomely
Of my lover
Bright and lovely
Over the grass green
With gentle breeze
Your words of love
Pampering and warm hugs
Monday 25th October 2021 9:09 pm
Also by Moonlight:46. Poem | 44. Poem | 44. Poem | 43. Poem | 42. Poem | 41. Poem | 40. Poem | 39. Poem | 38. Poem | 37. Poem | 36. Poem | 35. Poem | 34. Poem | 33. Poem | 32. Poem | 31. Poem | 30. Poem | 29. Poem | 28. Poem | 27. Poem | 26. Poem | 25. Poem | 24. Poem | 23. Poem | 22. Poem | 15 poem |
Following a time of quiet
Sweet music was heard
Filling the air
So that once heavy hearts
Were lifted again
Ready to rise up, leaving
The old world behind
Turning away from the past
Sailing through the air
Meeting the moon and the stars
To then become part of a new world
Monday 25th October 2021 8:24 pm
Also by Brenda Wells:The Loss of Summer | While Evil Walks | After the Rain | The Box of Letters |
Our first trip to Dalyan
made for a nice surprise
The magical river setting
a treat for our eyes
On the winding waterway
day boats lined up one by one
Captains promoting their tours
promising hours of fun
Backdrop of ancient rock tombs
carved into the sheer cliff face
A grand and imposing sight
in this remarkable place
We took the river taxi
to a protected strip of land
Monday 25th October 2021 5:51 pm
Also by julie callaghan:An Eerie Scene | Yorkshire Scene | Autumn Scene | New York Asters | Asters | Roses | Besides The Sea | Rainbow Sunset | A Month Of Mixed Emotions | Testing Times | Saturday Morning Sailing School | Gem Of A View | Yellow Summer Sky | Far Side Of The Bay | For Jake |
First moment I ‘knew’ was when I worked on a building site
When one of the builders bent over, my imagination caught alight
To see his behind poking out of my undies, for this aged 16 gay teen
was beautiful and so I got clever at seeing, without being seen
I then perfected the art of the squint during a McDonalds stint
Escaping the gloom in the male changing room
Late ’94 was the first...
Monday 25th October 2021 5:45 pm
Monday 25th October 2021 12:51 pm
Also by d.knape:Nothing Today | Speechless | Boiling Water | Lizard | Punctuation | Limbo | Woke | Friend Me | First Sign | Hide-Out | Smart Wife | X Marks The Spot (just for fun) | The Poem That Stays With You | Little Flower | Lost It | Armadillo | Snail Trails | Mandate | Old Goat | THEM | LIFE | Simple Man | October |
Stories tell me stories
Lay them on top of me
Pile them high as I sleep
They become memories
Pounded into me
Oh the bloody ink
I see a life ahead of me
A life behind outlined
In words and thoughts
That are maybe mine
They follow a line
With the hard work
Of discerning meaning
Monday 25th October 2021 11:29 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:One more last chance | Save a bit of the mystery for me | Hacking Sex | As stupid as it seems | My Bank Account | Retconning You | Chère Heights | A Person of Interest | Her Story Checks Out | Bad CGI |
in my cupboards
still mouths strangers to the songs they sang
I take them out
bone-dry and hoar
wan skulls shorn of the locks they wore
sharp as a blade
silent shrines to hectic love they made
bereft of flesh
that lit my fire
no lithe joints but threads of thin wire
hot tears drop on
Monday 25th October 2021 10:41 am
Also by simon lucan:Girls In Care | Sweet Dreams | Blind Date | Descent | Carrion |
The day began to find a place for lunch which was difficult
most roads were closed due to a cycling tournament
We got out of this mess and ended up in the streets where the rich lived.
My wife was enthralled by the beautiful gardens in the district
I nodded but was not impressed, preferring real nature.
Finally, we stopped at a small inn, that was ever so pos...
Monday 25th October 2021 9:44 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:when you have to | a country destroyed | the escape | fun at the house | ethical poem | the parable sonnet | clemency | as said | the ex drinker | lizaed sonnet | endurance | Paris Sonnet | the strange | kismet | erratically you | Idyllic painting | a gay day | conspiracy | painting of oblivion | is everything shit | the mystery |
Goodbye, dear friend
As adults we adventured in to the sea
And having so much fun
No one else was bothered
To learn such a difficult skill
To take the long drive from our town
Just to be in the water for—a day
But you did
Our journey together moved forward
We started in the shallows
And with ti...
Monday 25th October 2021 8:30 am
Also by Rasa Kabaila:Moments like this |
It's going well,
Been running miles and miles
On this treadmill
Never getting anywhere
But I'm sure I'm making progress,
I'm sure I am.
It's going well,
I've been drowning
Out the noise, people ask me questions
Sometimes, when I hear them,
I will even respond
Four minutes later.
It's going well,
I have no issues wit...
Monday 25th October 2021 1:49 am
mourned our parents as
many before us had done,
we became strong
the new elders of our tribe,
without warning we three
have become two
and we are bereft
forced to mourn once more,
we reminisce from a dark place
failing to see the candle’s light
the wound gapes open and
will be slow to heel,
so the familial tontine is re-written
Sunday 24th October 2021 10:58 pm
Holding a fingertip softly
on a battered pencil
this is your last memory of him
counting what stock they had left
before helping them to pack up
knowing they would return without him
as the book stall said
he was welcome to any book there
and Jenny at the cafe
who wouldn’t let him go
without promising to come back,
standing there lost in thoughts
until they wer...
Sunday 24th October 2021 4:22 pm
When I look at you all, I don’t see
I don’t see the barriers others may see
Others may see what they want to see
What they want to see, I don’t
I see people for who they are
For who they are, I see them
I see them as the same you see
You see, everyone is equal
Sunday 24th October 2021 2:36 pm
Also by Rick Varden:FAKE |
There is a silly old fool, he writes poems.
His themes are various, his output, vast.
Half of his effort is junk- he is
an artist after all- but even the good word
is diligently ignored. All of it
sinks to a dark seabed
nibbled there by species unknown.
The silence really is deafening.
If anyone finds the power of speech
the only question will be
"What is this shit?"
The silly old...
Sunday 24th October 2021 8:59 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Humble Travellers | For Want Of Immortality | For The Happy Couple | Villanelle For An Acorn | Wishful Thinking |
Promise me the security of our relationship
Shall nothing wedge between our harmonic souls
Dancing, such as the flames of a grand fire
As most fires start out robust
Forging sparks and uncontrollable wisps of true bliss
Forget not to keep placing more kindle
As it will die out
While also cleaning out the ash
As it is now apart of the past
Sunday 24th October 2021 1:08 am
Also by Cody Roach:The love you want | The unseen | All I’ve ever known | Draft | Petra |
Not impressed nor surprised
Flamboyant flare reveals a double rainbow
Spotted gazelle prances on a dewy field
Zero fucks is what they give it, still
Not everybody likes poetry
It’s a matter of their wiring
This truth is best to have been found
Earth still spins us round and round
Saturday 23rd October 2021 11:02 pm
Also by Candice Reineke:Your Florida Preserve |
Poem 97 of 230: COLLECTING THE CARDS
Some folks are plant diehards,
Others keep foreign coins;
Twitchers collect sightings,
And golfers their scorecards.
My hobby’s the latter,
And, in many places,
I’ve managed just one round...
Scores? Another matter!
(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com
Saturday 23rd October 2021 9:39 pm
She could not see the flowers
as an act of kindness,
as a thank you for sharing
some of her time with me
The expensive bouquet
was still there on the counter
Monday morning when she left
The roses, azaleas, and carnations,
even the inanimate vase,
seemed saddened and troubled
at having been seen as an apology
for a crime where no charges
Saturday 23rd October 2021 9:35 pm
Also by Mike McPeek:Lovely Afternoon | Solace | Unit of Measure |
This phrase was the tipping point in every story sent into "Readers' Letters" of the soft porn mags of the 70's that I splashed out on. The Marge Proops of sex advice was Fiona Richmond. But I was on holiday at the time I wrote this and without "research resources" and remembered her name wrongly as Fiona Millicent.
Dear Fiona Millicent, I write about an incident
Which happened on a g...
Saturday 23rd October 2021 8:57 pm
Also by John Coopey:STORMING OFF IN A SHITTY | WAKEY TO CAS | SWEATY BETTY'S | THE GALVESTON GIANT AND THE GREAT WHITE HOPES | SCAMS I HAVE KNOWN | THE GOVERNESS |
Run & survive
Saturday,23rd Oct 2021
you are human
first and last as a man or woman
make it lively with an action
people may laugh
run on rough terrain
despite being fragile human
and waits for your venture
you have a bright future
with enormous opportunities
jump in w...
Saturday 23rd October 2021 5:48 pm
Also by Jadia4708au:Feelings | True love | Miles ahead | Live dead | You are beauty | Presence of mind | Waste not | Ask nothing dear | Quest-serves no purpose | Past | Let us reason out | Happiness-real factor |
Waiting avidly for unwary prey
Terrifyingly huge, dark and shiny with squat body,
thin sprinter's legs enabling rapid pounces
grabbing his chosen victims.
(he likes them plumpish.)
Met face to face provoked a shriek,
though he, luckily, was voiceless.
Such an apparition petrifying,
but probably the fright was mutual,
causing him to retreat into his sinister lair...
Saturday 23rd October 2021 5:46 pm
My tears bleed into the sea, pleading for foam to take my breath
Sand shifting between knees, I'm so tired, I must simply rest
Remembering the days of new islands, new seas
Watching them appear off port bow, new mountains, new trees
Lee shores and bioluminescent dreams, flicking smoking butts into dark foam unseen
Staring into undulating emptiness off the starboard aft beam
Saturday 23rd October 2021 5:17 pm
Also by Patrick Kennon:The terrible tempo |
eyelids and earlids
beauty from color
glimmer from a lake
all lost with eyelids closed
birds songs in the forest,
symphony of city car horns
beeping to a crescendo
cooing of a morning dove
breathing of a lover
all lost with ear lids shut
is one better
to lose than the other
one would have to ask Helen Kel...
Saturday 23rd October 2021 4:11 pm
Also by Clyde McCulley:first snowflakes | was the old woman a ghost too? | the old woman in the upstairs window |
O England, my England, where have you gone?
Where is that land I once looked upon
When I was a laughing lad living the dream
Born of a time and a people who seem
Sad spectres calling vainly but their voices are lost
In a England so different and gone now at such cost.
Saturday 23rd October 2021 2:01 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:NEVER AGAIN - an old style ballad lyric | SUNNY? | WHERE WAS THIS? | WELL? |
"The last few years have been tough,
Many more of us have been sleeping rough.
Losing my job and my home I was pushed to the brink,
Misery tragically led me to begging,drugs and drink.
Kicked out of my house ,I had nowhere to go,
On one occasion over a tree a rope I did throw.
I was exposed to freezing temperatures ,hunger and abuse,
I felt deeply depressed and not much u...
Saturday 23rd October 2021 10:15 am
Also by hugh:Vera the vampire ,a hungry girl ! | Booster jab delays !! | Jail for Jim, a lesson to be learnt | Our democracy we must preserve, police protection our M.P.'s deserve. | Our hearts are filled with shock and sadness for the death of Sir David Amess M.P. | A dad song !! | An angel gives a pair of statues an opportunity to have a good time in the bushes | Kennel cough !! | As Morgan my granddaughter reaches the age of 20, a successful future lies ahead | A hardened criminal on the run ! | What lies ahead ? | Trees spread happiness all around | Tougher laws required |
Happiness is fleeting. Joy Is solid. Let me open my brown eyes and believe in something better than lies. Don't wanna have to be looken round for a landing when I'm falling.
Solid is safe and solid is sure, solid is sound, solid should be my ground.
On the surface I am seen but if you move my hair and touch my face you'll find me underneath begging to be found.
I'm just ...
Saturday 23rd October 2021 3:38 am
Also by VHH:My Heart Crave |
We tried our luck
At the labyrinth
Of life, with that
Of pickpockets, wishing
To pilfer just
A sliver of sky.
Saturday 23rd October 2021 1:23 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Dilemma | Collage | Roll Call | Achilles | Fated? | Fresco | Grappling |
Music sounds like heaven,
Discovering the unknown
To musical axes,
Bob to help me get right down
Once a week, whispered sounds
Introducing some new act
Embryonic monsters waiting to hatch.
Walk to to the local site
Bunch of mates high as kites
Touring hero’s,to get a glance
Van def Graaf bored my pants
Latest albums taped i...
Friday 22nd October 2021 6:44 pm
Also by Edbreathe:PLAs-sTiCK | Un Said | mIN d | s- LasH of rED | PlAn it Rape | plOT | CuP Bored . | bRid(g)e | Kill (We’re all going to die ) | 1/4 Tet |
Through my bedroom window, this my view.
I see the grand 'Old Lady' all dressed in blue.
A row of houses, side by side, cosy and tight.
Redundant chimney stacks, deflect the light.
Then I move into the new living room of mine.
I hear creaky shutters rise... shops open at 9.
County Road below is already very busy I see.
The 'Garden Cafe' serving their morning tea.
Beneath my window, 5 small...
Friday 22nd October 2021 1:23 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:County Road | Scar |
Commander Cheval is a crime-solving horse,
He's better than Marlowe or Marple or Morse;
He's wise as an owl, as strong as Achilles,
And when he's off work has an eye for the fillies.
He helps out the coppers when ever he's able
And lives in a top-secret underground stable,
He'll solve any crime in a thoroughbred way
And all for the price of a bundle of hay.
Friday 22nd October 2021 1:13 am
Also by branwell kent:Every Single Word Of This Is True |
You lay in bed at night with thoughts that bring you down
You thought that you were strong, but you were wrong
You relieve the moment when you lost it and went into the dark
You lay there awake wondering if you could have done anything different
Could you have made her stay?
Could you have shown her that you lost your way?
You lay awake because you haven't forgiven yourself
Friday 22nd October 2021 12:41 am
Night lingers just before
the Sun smiles
Dark hugging every scar
within my soul
Peacefully patting my innocence
on the head
Like an unsuspecting child
being hushed off to bed
Snickering as I close my eyes
knowing dreams will bring
no peace of mind
"Don't worry dear one,"
from a crooked smile
"Peace will come with my brother."
As he twirled a lock of my ha...
Friday 22nd October 2021 12:02 am
I’ve been sitting on the precipice of this
For a while
Unsure how to express my feelings
When I don’t know what I feel
I’m hysterically nonreactive
I’m worryingly unworried
From nothing to everything
Because - like Whitman -
I contain multitudes
Many great thrashing waves
They slip through nets
Can’t be caught
Thursday 21st October 2021 9:40 pm
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:See Her |
Relish your dark woundings,
prime your pellets
check your powders,
for soon comes the hunter's moon.
Polish your stock,
let your barrel breathe oil,
make slick your cloths' preparations,
practise footfalls of stealth,
for soon comes the hunter's moon.
While fen and forest
sweat and furrow,
while fur frets in the burrow
hold fast your dreams for now,...
Thursday 21st October 2021 8:14 pm
Also by ray pool:PRIDE | REEL STREETS | PLANTING UP THE FIELDS | CRISPS - THE FALLOUT |
after Philip Larkin
Never again such crowds
shouldering such exultation,
no more the sea lion choir
hauled up on the stands.
The stadia and arenas
silent like grief,
the sun quenched in remembrance
of a million flowering hands.
And shutters on the High Street
tight against the abyss,
the weekend staff furloughed,
the checkout bleepers schtum.
Thursday 21st October 2021 10:53 am
Also by Tim Ellis:The second peak |
Remember when you used write so much?
Your words upon paper was like oxygen to your lungs, you couldn't get enough.
It was all that you wanted, all that you were...
But that made you happy
It made you glow inside
Where did that light go?
What made it disappear?
I saw it fade, I'm watching it now
As painful as it is
There's nothing to feel
Is this what it's like to...
Wednesday 20th October 2021 11:29 pm
They say am on me way up
but way do i feel so down
lost and confussed,
they blame my mood on the moon
i aint no wolve but tonight am singing meself to sleep
does life go fast or am i just slow to catch up
been too am ocd,
i cant sit still am sure does i name on that too
bit i just want to be free
why dont people understand me
why is so hard to believe
Wednesday 20th October 2021 10:18 pm
Also by Keith Byrne:bang | hi |
April-bloomed skies blushing
Over obsidian complex housing
Banks of analogue souls encased
In the amber of eternal sentience
Reliving lives millennia old, walks
Around crisp September parks
In select suburbs hugging cities
Now submarine ruins immersed
Fathoms deep in future waters.
Aspens tremble after vernal rain
In spruce corporate gardens
Maintained by ti...
Wednesday 20th October 2021 2:07 pm
Also by J F Keane:Murder in the Car Park | October Stroll |
Come Down from the Hill
Come down from the hill and speak to us
you will find us in a queue waiting for a bus
We see you from afar with money to spend
when we don't even have enough to lend
We voted you into power to speak for us
but the whole process seems quite useless
Once in power you enjoy expenses and wealth
often this is obtained through corruption and stealth...
Wednesday 20th October 2021 11:40 am
Also by keith jeffries:Cut it all away | Removal | Moments only..... | Silent Witness | Vast Horizons | Shifting Sands | (untitled) | Look but do not Touch | A Fountain of Eternal Hope |
I'm glad that you walked out of that house
That House of Love,
I had believed you would never forsake
Must have felt liberating, leaving me shaken
Abandoning my warm grip to hold your own
The emotional tides that came as you left were overpowering
Left me stranded and weeping
Could reach you anytime
Had believed in our love that would stitch us close
Closer than b...
Wednesday 20th October 2021 10:12 am
Tuesday 19th October 2021 3:56 pm
Circle Line rambles comfortingly
round the City's historic places
taking its time like a
pre-Beeching branch train.
Grey autumn day in east London.
From out of the darkness
and traffic of Commercial Street
we’re immersed in Van Gogh,
you lured by his sunflowers,
vases, bedroom, starry nights.
Light illuminates art but
can dazzle, drive you mad.
Tuesday 19th October 2021 11:21 am
The home of my local football club when for years in the shadow of two Manchester giants United and City but with new owners a sense of good times are just around the corner - - -
Tuesday 19th October 2021 10:38 am
Also by Nigel Astell:The Walk |
Mi Mam’s Take On Contraception
I was the second of seven kids
(All planned… or so I was told)
Mi Dad was an idle sod, and never worked
All his dole money went on himsen
Mi Mam did her best
But I must admit, we were a raggy-arsed crew
Wherever we went, we went en-masse
Usually with mi Mam leading from the front
And us kids following
Picture a moth...
Monday 18th October 2021 2:38 pm
North liverpool taxi ride
It was a clear.. autumn... day outside
But everyone was unaware
Of this special day on Merseyside
I spoke to the driver in the cab
He asked what I thought about the stag
The stag I asked what do you mean
It's all over the news haven't you seen?
There has been sightings in the North of the city
An animal rare so sacred so pretty...
Monday 18th October 2021 1:24 pm
Just seen Thomas and Friends on TV.
They're stll referring to The Fat Controller
which is a surprise in this increasingly PC world
where everyone is afraid of giving offence.
But I take no offence as others might
because I don't see him as fat
just someone who is heavy for their height
Saturday 16th October 2021 12:05 pm
Disappointed myself as usual
Appointments I can't seem to attend.
Achievements I failed to achieve on my own
Important concepts were out of my reach.
Practise what you preach, I will do that but some other time.
Hypocrisy is a philosophy I need to look into,
Lately, it doesn't feel authentic.
Latent learning seems to be idealistic.
Pointing fingers while three of them poin...
Friday 15th October 2021 8:21 pm
Also by Kelvin Sipho Masilela:fading reality | chasing | questioning | betrayed | Ghosts of the past | Change | Too much of life | Regret |
Magpie flaps to the tune of Nature’s injustice
The poet strives for another success another year
Sunday wakens, bedraggled and woebegone
Coronation Street anthem drawls its falsehoods
Upbeat parental ending yields to great grimness
Wild West Yorkshire runs with bullet blood
Words find new hope in an army of perplexing forms
Goddess pours like erotic iron on the breathless...
Friday 15th October 2021 11:35 am