A birthday card was sent
From UK on May 3
Arrived in Aus on 22
November (oh gosh gee)
The address and the postcode
Yes, were all spot on
So where had it been sitting
All this time while gone?
Don Matthews December 2018
Sunday 16th December 2018 6:41 am
Also by Don Matthews:Sisters are a Funny Mix | From Corner Looking Out | Neurons Are Like People | Could be Interesting. Could be Garbage | This is a Weird One | I'm Confused | Rebel | We're Clever Down Here In Australia | When Convention Takes a Hike | Why Do I Write Poetry? | Wake Up Brian. It's 7am | A Human Crisis | Richard Head for President | 12.01 All Done, All Said |
I feel no warmth in your stay,
only light flames from your exhaust lead the way.
The deadliest parts of you,
I hold high and mighty.
“Clearly it’s not working out”
you tell me while I’m crying
what’s wrong with me
Sunday 16th December 2018 5:12 am
Also by Eden Louise:(untitled) |
The poetry and mass
Saturday,15th December 2018
The poem has no end
it has to send
only the messages
to bring out disturbed souls from the cages
we are imprisoned by cast, creed
and above all, by the greed,
the deception is being called big brother
and as result, we all suffer
the poetry has to offer
and suggest altering the life's style
Sunday 16th December 2018 4:07 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Malkign the humanity | Spiritual enjoyment | Real significance | Worthless life | Worthless life | No prelude | Global concept | Selfless creature | The life is | With red rose | Corruption and | Natural instinct | An intimate love | Holy body | Vow with | Life's idelogy | Time bound | Clear funcation | Stay with | Own stability | Love with fragrance | Unsure of | Store nothing | Real poetry | Oh! father | I shall come back | More thirst | What an entry | Escape ego | Small drop | No joke at the poor | With divine reflection | The shining side | With a honor | Give you peace | At the new height | The peace lovers | With an innocence | Journey further |
The ideas of the beautiful Cathars of Languedoc spread across western Europe
Cathar comes from the Greek: καθαροί, katharoi, "the pure [ones]"
They built on the dualistic theology of Manichaenism
Which they blended with the eastern Christianity of Byzantium
They were ascetic: believing the matetial world was the evil realm of Satan
Whilst the world of the spirit was the beautiful r...
Sunday 16th December 2018 3:36 am
Also by John E Marks:The future belongs to me | For Sylvia | Winter Blue | Shut your eyes and see | A rare descent | The dying of the light | Ice light in my eyes | Lancaster | A drinking man | Identity theft. | Stumbling on broken glass | The price of coal | Quasimodo and Esmeralda | Lifting the Veil/Shelley | Killing off the Elephants | Fear in a handful of dust | Empty Bench | FIX IT! | stormy weather | finisterre to fitzroy | Clone | The Doors of Perception. | A judgement of conscience | The Moor's Last Laugh | The Buddhas of Bamiyan |
O! My moon how I wish to kiss you
An eternal kiss of life to breathe from you
Fly across all the hazards and perils
To reach the gates of your loving arms
The entrances may seal forever more
So the other birds may never trespass
O! My moon how I long to be there with you
In times to come our love will find a way for us
To reside in your holy mansion forever more
Sunday 16th December 2018 2:32 am
Also by Ghazala Lari:WHO AM I? | funny Me!!! | We | ME | education today | YOU!! | Melting soul | come to me!!! | Lost in your love | happy days ahead | Flying High | Flight of freedom |
Whenever I awake in morning
And look through my weedy window,
Life seems to be spoilt prose.
I get down
And go to little garden.
I relish the smell of fresh air.
The scampering squirrel and
the twittering birds awake me twice.
I start humming.
Life seems to compose a poetry again.
Sunday 16th December 2018 2:06 am
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Shadow |
Rock the raft like a lot of days when you’re sickening a flagon,
Watch your back when you walk away if you’re imprisoning a dragon,
Old friends suit the stone pants to feel they weren’t listless,
Most men use their own hands to build or burn bridges,
Slugging zombies ‘til they drop like they’re walking to the urn or box,
Putting poppies in their pots like they’re bodies in the perma...
Sunday 16th December 2018 1:04 am
Also by Big Sal:Of Soldiers & Strongholds (Poem) | Pathway to the Tesseract | Age of Ice, Undetermined Sex | Brothers (Age of Discontent) | Men on the Moon | Dream Sequence #1 | Atreus and Adonis |
Mind the gaps.
There are no happy ever afters,
just some gaps between the tears,
with houses packed unto their rafters
in which you can forget your fears
surrounded by those who love you
and perhaps by those that you love too.
I do hope your gaps are many;
And that your tears are singularly few
for while our tears are two-a-penny
such gaps are quite pricele...
Saturday 15th December 2018 11:26 pm
After toddlers are potty trained
we can all breathe a sigh of relief
as the earth turns recycled shit into slurry
packed in plastic
in no great hurry to regurgitate.
Their beautiful little smiling faces
not showing signs of our easy disgraces,
as we bury our faults in earthy vaults
while showing off our progeny,
who soon enough will start to bewail
Saturday 15th December 2018 8:17 pm
Also by ray pool:DARK WANTON | ALLHALLOWS ON SEA | AUBURN HAIR |
Do you feel the gaze
As time turns its face upon us
To scribe life as lines
engraved upon our face
Do you hear its passage
Hart beats in your ear
Beating to the horizon
Once distant now so near
Do you perceive it wisdom
Learned to late to change
The path we have taken
From the cradle to the grave
Saturday 15th December 2018 5:44 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Black roses | succubus |
Samuel Oldknow poetry special
spoken word Christmas cheer
season greetings to all
uncertain drinkers showed fear
ordered pints dived downstairs
before poets could explain
no forceful approach intended
to take sacred vow
cut wrists give blood
sacrifice mortal human spirit
experience open mic session
give poetry a chance!
Landlord had to whisper
as they fled be...
Saturday 15th December 2018 3:30 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Falling in Love with Someone |
Saturday 15th December 2018 3:22 pm
Saturday 15th December 2018 3:06 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:What if tomorrow comes? | Tonight | This Winter | The war on people | Dual Diagnoses | I become more difficult |
My wife ordered a cat
the cat came two days later
the box it came in was okay
but the cat itself was damaged
she called the company
and asked about the return policy
customer service told her
she was out of luck
the cat was fully functional
when they shipped it
therefore the cat
could not be returned
besides they said
who would want
Saturday 15th December 2018 2:17 pm
Also by d.knape:What Ifs And Maybes | I Think | Wish I Were | No There There | Old Dogs | 33 Degrees | Monthly Bill | Where Wild Things Go | Little Boy's Pockets | Eating Healthy | Tree | The Longer You Live | Dieting | Normal People |
Far from the high ridge the lark song
called out to love, hopeful and hopeless
reaching out to heal the lovers’ rift,
but the day broke over their stooping heads
and the saddened winter sun shone
its weary rays onto their hardened hearts.
Saturday 15th December 2018 1:54 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Ghosts of the past | Naked | No Silence | Wanderings |
Pre-amble: for my contribution to this week's Saturday Rhymers theme "sisters" - my first(ish) attempt at a cinquain.
Born the second
Youth spent resenting it
Now you outshine me in all things
Saturday 15th December 2018 1:38 pm
Also by Becky Who:Keep moving | Save the words! | My first-born |
On the balcony sat a raven it had yellow eyes
It crewed with delight.
Ill in bed the flue, a stream of transpiration
turned into a raging river.
Transported me to the sea which was cooling
and calm lowered the fever.
The raven had fallen to its death into the canyon
of high rise flats.
A man picked it up his dinner of the day saved...
Saturday 15th December 2018 1:29 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:a good lunch | once a scouser alway a rebel | war poet | cold wind over Europe | family gathering | serious now | autopsy | cell- phone | Collapsing world | selling books | the intemperate | counsellor | what will be will be | the revolt | crabby morning | writing for the internet | the slow killing of a nation |
I still see it
the light the colour
letters and numbers
and all things black
a vacant hole
where heart should be
and all for naught
I swallowed whole
the empty place
I know so well
how it owns me now
the silent ache
the constant break
inside my brain
no answers to frame.
Saturday 15th December 2018 12:36 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:Peat |
The Day That Our Dad Came Home Sober
The day that our Dad came home sober
The dog barked as he came through the door
Cos our Killer was no good with strangers
Or people he’d not met before
Our Dad, not drunk, - didn’t seem like our Dad
He’d lost that gormless grin
And his eyes didn’t have that glazed-over look
So it just didn’t look like him...
Saturday 15th December 2018 9:52 am
Thankyou all for the pleasure of your company Merry Christmas
Saturday 15th December 2018 9:17 am
Also by Wendy Higson:IF | WHY SHOULD WE | JUSTICE AND DESCRIMINATION |
This weeks theme sisters..this was an itch I had to scratch and WoL is the only place I can scratch it....
A Gap in a Curtain
She stood looking through a gap a few inches wide,
the fear on her face she could not hide.
My stomach lurched at this meekness of spirit,
filling every inch of me with a sadness aching and raw
for I knew that my parents could have done no more.
Saturday 15th December 2018 9:11 am
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:Our Pets | When Did My Mother Arrive? | I Have Had a Life | I Have Had a Life | The Huntress | First One Last |
Yet with the woes of sin and strife
Our World has suffered long
Beneath the Angel-strain have rolled
Two thousand years of wrong:
And man, at war with man, hears not
The love-song, which they bring
Oh! Hush the noise, ye men of strife
And hear the Angels sing!
For Lo! The days are hastening on
By prophet-bards foretold
When with the ever-circling years
Saturday 15th December 2018 7:15 am
Also by poemagraphic:'The non believer ' | WYSIWYG QUIZ | R and R | Heart broken | The Image-Nation | THE GOON SHOW | Soap on a rope | Moon beams | The BLACK Horizon | Grenfell Tower | The lady with bags at Christmas | The prodigal poem is home | The depth evil sinks | That went down a splash | 5G is a lie |
It's a cold rainy day in hell
Two feet under my bed
Where time finds a way to stop
I have a fear I'll start self-harming again
Then my demon start yelling at me
I know that I could fall back into that deep end
All these razor blades are full of dry blood now
I suppress the feel to self-herm
I just got to remind myself
There was a time that I didn't want it
You were the door that I ...
Saturday 15th December 2018 12:40 am
Also by Damon Blackery:A Word From Our Sponsors Today | No Strings Attached | I Won't Love Again | Growing Weary | Midnight Cafe Dreams | Echoes |
They asked me..,.
"Have you missed her?"
I said "Who?"
They said "Your sister".
I said "Natch...just like a scratch -
A boil...or a blister!"
Saturday 15th December 2018 12:33 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:REMEMBERING HARRY O'NEIL | MOVE IT! - a Saturday theme poem | TESTING TIMES - a Saturday "theme" poem |
Remember Emergency Ward 10 from the early 60s? Nurse Young, Dr Dawson, Sister Doughty. They never used the definite article did they? (Still don't.) They would say 'nurse will give you a bedbath' or 'doctor will be doing his rounds shortly'.
Sister Doughty was my favourite, immaculately turned out in a dark blue uniform with white trimmings. And she was very slim...not like today's lot who wadd...
Saturday 15th December 2018 12:01 am
Also by Brian Maryon:We Don't Move Very Much | Our First Time |
Friday 14th December 2018 11:40 pm
Also by Fred Varden:If These Things | Hope Valley | I’m not a celebrity | ‘PARLIAMENT’ | Friend or Foe? |
I still remember the first day
I laid eyes on him
Wearing nothing but a greasy shirt
Caught all my attention
Since then I went out every Friday
Met at your local place when you were with her
I must admit It wasn't easy
She was a ten but I knew her game
She fought with class
Such a fash, I didn't play with rules
Don't put the blame now on me
Friday 14th December 2018 11:08 pm
Also by Dean99:Oldest Friend | Unnamed |
I’d found a quiet corner of a café in the station,
an unclaimed quiet corner where I could watch,
think and watch some more, not thinking the word
“voyeur” might be mouthed; that would cloud
the issue, that’s for sure. I had it in mind just to
sit and muse on how many me’s I might get to see
should they turn their heads or decide there was time
Friday 14th December 2018 9:39 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:WAKING UP TO SNOW |
In two eyes just one dream
living through one stream
if I was told the scheme
would I have stayed
silence filled with thoughts
no place for hidden spots
who wouldn’t have sought
for ever more
but time took your heart
and now we grew apart
i wonder when I did start
to look away
now in my lonely nights
you visite as sweet sad sights
and in the...
Friday 14th December 2018 9:02 pm
Also by racha:a song | a tinkerer's heart | cycle | preacher |
You do not see
the heaving of my chest,
hurt in my eyes.
You do not hear
the silence after my screams,
sound of angry fists hitting my pillow.
You do not feel
the tiredness of my eyes
strength that it takes
for me to get up
from the bathroom floor.
You do not see
or feel these things
simply because you...
Friday 14th December 2018 8:15 pm
Also by Grape:December |
we have a different length of stay
news streak without cut
your face is often invisible
the taste of your flesh permeates the soul
boisterous charm of my heart
I hope you are always present
millions of blooms blushed
unable to reduce your beautiful fragrance
I know a lot of beetles miss honey
worry about flowers can't pass
the wind that passed was so soft
divert my flower from the c...
Friday 14th December 2018 6:03 pm
Also by Suko Waspodo:No Longer Lonely | The Morning Star | Yearning | Unforgettable | About You | I Wanna Make Love with You | Rhythm of the Winds | Just A Mere Daydream | Bless Me | Romantic Desire | The Rhythm of Life | Our Love Will Last Forever | Script Without Words |
christmas is ridiculous
a frenzy of indoctrination
pressure to participate
inculcated in the kids
while parents go insane
it goes against the grain to be
so busy at this time of year
we should be curled up by the fire
not fucking running round so wired
to buy this tat that no one needs
sanctifying endless greed...
Friday 14th December 2018 4:45 pm
I wish for you to leave,
'cause I've had enough to grieve.
I hope for me to heal,
there's nothing that I can feel.
Every moment I spend with you,
there is a lot that I'm going through.
The scars that you've left on my heart,
is wrenching my soul apart.
But.. it's okay if you wish to stay,
it will be just one less pain.
The pain of losing you..
Friday 14th December 2018 4:01 pm
Twas the night before Christmas
When starless darkness held the night
With howling wind and sleet;
All through the house was ne'er a light
Dark, and a door that creaked
And despite the fire, twas cold as snow
Only the low fire flicker
Could lend the room a ghostly glow
And light the undecked tree.
I crept towards the bottom stair
Mouse-still and watching
A creak, a...
Friday 14th December 2018 2:17 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:The Siren | The Love Token | Conversation in a Harbour Cafe | The Scribe and his Lover | Colourblind |
Been drunk twice today, once
in the haze of dawn in slumbered pile, again
before night's drape had drawn a while, while
in-between, through sober gaze, I wished
for clouds that went clockwise by.
Have spun the empty bottle dry, in rounds
with friends who faked a smile, but once
the bell had closed that night, and rung
in hollowed echoed sigh, I stared
at lonely stars trail by.
Friday 14th December 2018 1:14 pm
Also by Ciaran Cunningham:SUNRISE | TODAY | TO CHOOSE |
You break and scatter
crusts of bread
across the mossy lawn.
For the birds.
as yet undefined,
puppy-dogs employ you
like a wagging tail.
In a ruby light
fall out of marching days.
Friday 14th December 2018 11:49 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:A Short History Of Clouds | Ballad Of The Secret Diary |
She has these eyes, flecked with light
When she lies, a flash of truth runs by
like our love that ended with goodbye.
fast, sincere and gone.
She has these baby hairs, black and bladed
like grass scarce and drawn like art.
She says i love you, just enough
to make you feel like she means it,
(and sometimes she did.)
she has a small spot on her tummy
Friday 14th December 2018 9:47 am
Also by Alex J.J:fireworks | Lanterns for Stars |
Money plays a vital role in everyone’s life
Every difficulties can be faced if one is backed with money
It seems materialistic but it’s a reality
Every mental tension and trauma seems to be big
And leads to long lasting depression
Which again seems more powerful when we are scanty of money
To lead a quality life , not the extravagant one
Not the lavish one
Friday 14th December 2018 8:12 am
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:Closed That Chapter for Life Long | After Every Dawn, there is a sunrise |
Here is to another year of life,
Should I be buoyant and forget these years of strife?
See my demons are growing more mature,
And I'm still suffering and no closer to a cure.
24 years of carrying this unbearable pain inside,
But today I'll show the world I'm happy and ride this temporary tide.
So happy birthday to me,
I hope these messages from back home bring a sourc...
Friday 14th December 2018 1:05 am
I’ve got the hots for Hegerty
I think that she is Ace
Cos if I’d run her round the bed
I think I’d win The Chase.
I’ve little peccadillos
They’re naughty, I confess
To feel the crop upon my bum
Of Anne, The Governess
Old ‘Arry’s ‘e’s a lad awright
A geezer froo an’ froo
‘E managed once the Mighty Spurs,
So, Yes, I like ‘im too.
But Anne she is my ...
Thursday 13th December 2018 10:52 pm
Also by John Coopey:GIVE THE DOG A BONE | RUNNING SCARED | THUMBS UP! | KEN DODD'S DOG'S DAD'S DIED | UP THE ARSE 2 |
Do not go mad
do not panic
do not chase after fact and reason
as if such things exist.
There isn't enough time
to be offended by this world.
We only have this moment
slipping from us,
the sun on your bare arms
leaving the table
to cross the street
towards the trees
Thursday 13th December 2018 10:02 pm
Also by Tom Harding:WAITRESS |
Positive energy should come from within,
That is the only way to begin,
Climb your mountain bit by bit,
It's the only way to get you out of shit,
The first step is the hardest,
The second is a little easy,
But the third step could make you bright and breezy,
When you find you have risen to your first destination,
You may have words to give to the nation,
Carry on what yo...
Thursday 13th December 2018 5:46 pm
How melancholy are we now.
Your ghost heart beating so slowly,
I tell you things but they don’t make a sound.
How tired, how tired you are.
I meet apathy under your eyes.
How intangible is the light from the stars.
What is it to you now?
Is it silence, is it that I look into your eyes and see stone.
At what heartbeat of the clock did absence meet your bones?
Thursday 13th December 2018 4:45 pm
Also by Sarah Mae:The Art of Moving Forward |
A poem for children
We dearly love old Santa Claus
who works all year without a pause.
This year his reindeer went on strike
they thought he'd have to use his trike!
Santa said -
You ask your contract be renewed
but think of all the oats you've chewed!
Overtime for the long night's haul
'on snowy roofs we risk a fall'.
You demand Monclers and furry boots
I see you ...
Thursday 13th December 2018 4:03 pm
Also by jennifer Malden:Tom Turkey's lament |
I spoke to Sol today,
he wore a ‘not here’ grin,
a battered fedora,
flapping loose in the wind
a threadbare three-piece suit-
no kippah no tzitzit,
He’d lost a lot of weight,
‘Are you feeling alright?’
‘I’ve been much worse than this.
Do I know you? Have you
got a spare cigarette?’
‘The meshuggah’s lost it’
His feet were raw, bleeding....
Thursday 13th December 2018 11:25 am
Also by Rick:To Life | A Postcard to a Lover Departed | on Arran with Aoife | poring away | hello goodbye |
Among the trees
Of the nether-fold
Amidst the storm
Of the infinite
Vortex of time
Leaving in isolation
By a destiny removed
Renamed yet unknown
As a symbol
Held in an ironic
Twist of fate
Longing for the impossible
Thursday 13th December 2018 3:55 am
Also by Bruce Levine:Picasso | The Road of Love |
Missing brings confusion.
always there but never present.
No proof of life.
Where my soul is left to set up camp in no man's land.
Missing means uncertainty.
not knowing if you'll be back.
Always seeking never knowing.
A state where you are defined by where you are not.
Missing brings irony.
I see your face everywhere
but can't sp...
Thursday 13th December 2018 3:16 am
Also by Kate G:Continental drift | Home is where the heart is | Playlist | Ethel's Place | Bleeding out |
lain with thistles
awake well before the streetlamps
shaken beneath the weighty dews of progress
beadened brows , but without labor
former icebergs of time
i dreambt of a sky so wide
I could never dream of taking a bite
but i did it anyway between conversations
of archetypes laden
with wiper blade semi colons
without great pause
where my failures stirred no calamity...
Wednesday 12th December 2018 11:32 pm
There once was a man, filled with sorrow
Heart in his hands, but it beats hollow
Longing for happiness, to make a new connection
Someone to pick him up and give life direction
Afraid of once again being misled,
He kneels in silence and unwavering dread.
Tears down his face, cause him to rust
He knows not whom he can trust.
So here he stays, abused and broken
Wednesday 12th December 2018 7:06 pm
Also by Rex Troxell:Life's a Buzz | Sundae Orchestra | Across Styx |
Time stands still
When our tentative lips touch
I want time to stand still
And let us revel
In the absolute thrill.
When you enfold me in a hot embrace
I want time to stand still
As we mesh together
To banish a lifetime of chills.
When your eyes find mine across the dining table
I want time to stand still
As I struggle to breath
Heart racing uphil...
Wednesday 12th December 2018 5:16 pm
Also by eve nortley:Found Poetry | Fight Back | Hair - like I care! | small things...matter | Tonight I will go home and cry |