Warning this poem contains adult themes and grown up words
Curse my fat fingers and my phone
Honey Bunch became Hunchy Bone
Predictive text put my words through a mangle
Angel face got changed to angle
Sweetie Pie to Sweaty Pit
I think you’re shy, became you’re shit
Be as one and never part …
To be a swine and a pervert
And Be the Captain of your heart
Thursday 21st February 2019 10:02 am
Also by John McDonough:In love with a boy | Ten Thousand Pricks at her Fingertips | Monica Lewinsky | Mediocre Town | Box of Dark Things | Exit Stage Left | Truly Beloved Customer Care | The day you died all I felt was disappointment | Impulse | The Noise of War |
Twenty years after the war
I found in the attic of a small hotel
several cans of corned beef.
since the cans were dark green, I assumed
they had belonged to the German army
not that they were going to demand
the cans back I opened one the meat was
perfect and could be used in a stew.
No one wanted to a taste the meat I ended up
eating the corned beef...
Thursday 21st February 2019 8:49 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:pre-dawn | Australia | the bird of omen | not what you see | anit this and that | once when | the aged | the way it used to be | a horse | forget me not | I knew of a writer | a new society | conspiracy thinking | a calamitous night | cats | the failed writer | sunlit Cascais | Brexit 2 | dementia | the Norwegian club | epigram 5 |
I love to hear her laugh
it starts from deep inside
then fills her eyes
with a merriment that must be sharerd
by self imposed restrictions
demanded by our adult role.
We join her in her laughter,
our laughter encircles her,
Thursday 21st February 2019 8:01 am
Also by Dorothy Webb:BLANKET SECURITY | WHO DARES TO DREAM | S'MOTHER LOVE | FOR PAUL | RULE BRITANNIA ? | FROZEN | SPIN - DRIFT | IN SORROW | A LAMENT FOR CHILDHOOD | FAITH (WITHOUT HOPE OR CHARITY) | THIS SILVER PEARL | BY WAY OF EXPLANATION | FOR DARREN |
Fun or Serious? I Can't Decide?
I've got so many poems
Lined up, where to start?
Will I post a serious one?
Or let a fun depart?
Looking at your poems
I really can't decide
What you WOLers favour
Fun or serious side?
Most verse seems quite serious
Which loses me you see
I'm much more into Milligan
Now why do I get lost wit...
Thursday 21st February 2019 7:19 am
Also by Don Matthews:Holiday Build. R and R Centre for Expired Poets | Risky Poet | Silly | He's Damaging Our Website, Breaking All the Rules |
Love to all and
Thursday, February 21, 2019
Love is to call
and love is to fall
it is to break the wall
and a good medium for the hatred to be stalled
Love is not what we see?
and feel free
to acquire at any cost
even if the relationship has become frost
it is a sacrifice
for given the promises
to stay till an end of the journey
Thursday 21st February 2019 6:18 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:An eternal truth | The simple presentation | Regard for | Positive stance | Human heaven | What a joy! | Sleepless leace | The soul in the heart | Nation pays homage | Nation in rage | Born fighter | Heaven on earth | Not from weakness | Is poetry deceptive? | Voice of freedom | The life we lead | Despite being good | On her birthday | In the team | Reposition | Head of the family | Paradise here | Holier than | Join me there | Untimely critical phase | No pain to soul | Twists and turns | Speaks volumes | Role of human beings | Real joy | Natural objects | Smile with | Nature has turned deadly | With affection and care | Asylum seeker |
Oh! the people
Who will go
It's a wonderful
Thing she says
To no one
For an actor
To fit the costume
In the back
Of her closet
Thursday 21st February 2019 4:28 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Others | On Bandcamp | Consultants | Homespun | This | Executive time | New spoken word | Teacher Dreams | Tensile Strength | At lunch |
Cursed is the air I breathe,
It carries words fouled by lies,
For myself she will never grieve,
But knowing her, no surprise.
Color of blood and bone,
But of course lacking both,
She speaks through my lips of stone,
I wish to tell but she is loath,
And so the skeleton hand grips mine,
My creation can now create,
Why she, the most cruel design,
Thursday 21st February 2019 4:15 am
I want you to know that I don't want to do this.
I want you to know that I never wanted it to be this way.
That I loved you with all of my heart.
That I would hold on forever if you let me.
But it has become painstaking clear
That I am holding on to something that is already long gone.
I cannot keep watching, waiting, listening
For a sound I will not hear, a time that will not come;
Thursday 21st February 2019 2:37 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Dreaming | The Ultimate Blanket Fort | Dreams |
( In response to an ITV (attempt at character assassination) Documentary "The trouble with Derek" about Liverpool Labour Council Deputy Leader Derek Hatton)
The trouble with Derek :
was that he was a socialist
that he was a Militant Socialist
The trouble with Derek
was that he was working class,
that he was from Liverpool
The trouble with Derek
was that he though...
Thursday 21st February 2019 12:08 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Cheap not cheerful Inner city development | Not for me another love | Mirror mirror | Thyme | Accidental Curator | Translations | Aphasia or inebriated spoke schism |
The seas are wild tonight
As I write, far from any coast;
Speckled with salty brine and afraid,
I spy in the broken mirror
The broken boy who is following me
Down dale, up tree, crawling all over me:
Still, the ghost of my brother
Stands next to me,
Leaning forward to see
The ghost of my son
Spinning and laughing all around
The sea beneath
This star-cluttered sk...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 10:38 pm
Also by John E Marks:Vestiges | Bounty | AMHARIC | The false economies of love | Stippled sky | the canal predicts | PASSING STRANGE | Remains | Seer | Occasional flowers | From woman better things spring | For Kassia: a bold and beautiful Byzantine poet | Alternative histories | Time's fool | An unholy curiosity | Elegy for Anna | SOLVING | Oscar goes to the zoo | On the way to the dance | Wild is the Way | Stutterer | The Scylla, | Pain | There is no patriotic art, just grievance | The swinging bridge | Just deserts | Heavenly | To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux - dedicated to my good friend, Jacob | Why we need to fly (for my good friend, Jacob) | Ch-ch-changes | Pouring out the vitriol |
"Millionaires" we called it.
A reference to the way we felt when we emerged from the mud.
It's where we gathered to cool off, a small creek with a waterfall and mineral mud we liked to smear on our bodies.
We were soldiers, aid workers, doctors - far from home.
Our job to impose peace and end suffering in a land where western greed built a mine and turned people against themselves.
Wednesday 20th February 2019 9:32 pm
Also by Kate G:Catch the wind | Pay attention | Silent soapbox | Labrat |
I can almost see it in my mind So clear and yet so far How do i get there How do I get to where you are How do you feel when the beauty is encompassed all around you? Is it too much too bear? Does it all really just fall away? I can hear it, the soft crashing now The breeze blowing through those golden stalks Your skin as soft as velvet do you finally feel complete? You always dreamed yo...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:42 pm
Don't leave your laughter
lying around here
it is contagious and
might infect others
we wouldn't want
people enjoying themselves
and having fun
it could spread like wildfire
rampant and unchecked
run amok and carefree
it may make the world
a better place
and we wouldn't want that
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:34 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Ghost writer | Gentle caress | Hiding amongst the molecules | Beyond this place | My Realm |
When the bough breaks
And falls to the fathomless earth
When the ground shakes
And it feels like rebirth
Do we look to the skies
With tear stained eyes
Or swallow the bread
And bury our dead.
Is life the only slot
To protect from this blinding spot
Or are we energy
To fly back to the heavens.
There’s no answer
Only faith to relive
The only a...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:28 pm
Also by Phil Kay:(untitled) | Homage to Shane | Life and death the only real question. | Bach | Ugly | Son | Panama Love | The Oxygen thief | Soul? | Light | Stories to tell early 1980 | 68 Grafton St 1977 | Fiery heart | Lost love | My Son | Free the mind | Amsterdam 1982 | Reflection refraction. | Kill Them All | pub | (untitled) | A night out in Jack Dempsy's bar New York. 1980. | So I Hit Him | They're Only Words. | Last Night. |
I don't think it's going to be okay by the night
It feels like everyone has an opinion about the situation
They're not the ones that's left missing you tonight
If I could dream, if I could dream I could see you
There's a hole where you belong and I can't fill it
I think I'll always miss you, I'll always miss you
After you left I let my crippling illness win
I don't want to bother you bu...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:22 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Melancholy Walking | Uneasy Thoughts | A Terrible Fate | Thoughts That Go Like Bullets Through You | The Ghost of Me | The T-Virus | Let's Pretend I'm Fine Like You Do | The Grin of A Killer 2 Little John Doe | The Grin of A Killer | A Broken Callous Heart | Happiest I've Ever Been | Maybe | Rubbish Poem |
Sometimes I find myself in a place
where you and I were once
together and I am overcome
by the memories of what
we once were.
Wednesday 20th February 2019 7:10 pm
Also by j.k. Ren:ENERGY | Heart & Soul | Let Him Go |
One of the most famous photographs caught an enthusiastic young US sailor grabbing a bent-over kiss
from a young girl in New York City as Victory Over Japan was celebrated in 1945 and WW2 ended.
His death has just been announced - not long after that of his partner in that memorable picture.
So the young sailor in tha...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 6:55 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:KEEP IT SIMPLE | DYING FOR A FAG | AN IRISH REJOICING - song | MRI | DIVERSE DETERMINATIONS | FOR THE BIRDS | AN IRISH REJOICING |
(Written after watching about 25 people walk past, glued to their smartphones and brought to a fitting crescendo when two young ladies stopped to do a, "Pouting selfie," then walk on, face glued to phone.)
Mirror mirror in my hand, who's the fairest in the land?
Who has the most shapely hips, the largest bum, plumpest lips?
For the sake of sanity, feed my hungry vanity,
Wednesday 20th February 2019 6:04 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Stories Untold | Life And Friendships | I Cast A Shadow | Dyslexia Rules KO | Be My Guide | Chatting By The Stovetop | Strong And Silent | The Silent Word | The Slant And The Chant | Coin | Whipping Willow | Coffee Pot | In This World | Ms.Donohoe Poetry Tennis Champion. | Yesterdays Kiss | Incline Lupine | Drive | Silver Shot Pocket Watch | Distil By Will | Words | Trust Me |
God is for people who are ashamed of what they have done,
Because they agree they can wash away all their sins,
By killing God's only son,
Only myself can judge me because I'm not ruled by God,
Because I have made myself happy and free,
99 point 9 % are all sinners,
They will find themselves to be losers,
We will be the winners,
To free the people of this world who are kind but in pain,
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:25 pm
Also by Pip Thomas:Genius mind | Loony bin | Peace of mind | Back to front | Gerry my friend | Band of brothers | Black bird in a cage | liers and cheats |
REMEMBERING THE HOLOCAUST
Honouring Holocaust victims
on the evening of last Monday week
reliving unspeakable horrors
through articulate rhyme and speech
we were made aware and reminded
listening silent in mournful array
those despicable thoughts
fired by hate long ago
lurk latent in hearts still today.
Awakened from restive slumber
"New Order" perverted beliefs
will repeat ol...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:22 pm
Also by ken eaton-dykes:(untitled) |
of a whispered rack, lashed
against obsidian history
these ropes weren't made to slip over my wrists
but that's what god invented nails for.
breaking , split gut and glowsticks
cured ham and other salted relics :
tiger traps to tiptoe over
the weight of legends heavier
than bruised absconding feet
Wednesday 20th February 2019 2:56 pm
When upon the surface of the earth
pebbles meet a pounding sea,
sit facing me and, eyes blindfold,
pick one and drop it in the space between
your pretty feet, my creaking knees.
We’ve played before, a simple game:
agree the duration of the hunt,
measured as the time it takes for, say,
three cycles of the breakers’ rush
from crashing crest to sucked-ba...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 1:02 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:Seaside Thoughts | UNDERFOOT |
Martin's missing sweatshirt
is no longer lost
so he won't be incurring
the replacement cost
But if he did
there'd be change from a quid
Wednesday 20th February 2019 11:54 am
Also by Brian Maryon:The Magnificent Seven (?) | Martin's Knee | The Man Upstairs | Everything You Need to Know About Gloucester | Ronnie's Pants (and so is his bowling) |
Where would men be
without the touch
of our pet's gentle paws
pets give us
from which we surely draw
pets give us pause
in softness they extend
a natural joy to all of us
more gentle men.
Wednesday 20th February 2019 11:43 am
Also by d.knape:Wedding Dress | Hearing Loss | Men Without Women | C'est La Vie | Bee Lines | Aging Rock Stars | One-Way Conversation | Acrobats | We Never Asked | Cows & Climate | The Poor | Old School | Braless | Good Company | Letting Out The Cat | Burning Inspiration | Being Good |
La Libreria (The Bookshop)
With no fear of embarrassment or exposure
I glided towards the portal of my desire
There in a warm dusty labyrinth I was home
surrounded by more paper than could be imagined
Shelves from floor to ceiling crammed with books
volumes neatly arranged some with frayed edges
Tables piled high with more of the same
as step ladders leaned against oth...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 11:12 am
Also by keith jeffries:The Purge of Victory | He Sleeps in a Box | A Large Wooden Door | The Spring Offensive | The Beast | All will be well | Aerials | National Character | The Sugar Bowl |
He walks in time on withered legs
The weight of life and death upon his back
And around his neck a pendulum hangs
Swaying to his beat
He sows, he scythes gives love and grief
The steady pace of time
And lives he reaps to history’s keep;
Succumb to the march of time
Wednesday 20th February 2019 6:48 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:child like | The red wood | Ochre | Do not wander into this fearful night |
When you are having the best moments of you’re life time goes by fast
That is heaven
When you are going through the worst time moves slow
That is hell
One lets you move on
One keeps you in its grips
What a life what a life
Wednesday 20th February 2019 5:05 am
Also by Mr.Anonymous:Stages | Indecision | Exhausting | No title |
Super Snow Moon tell us
the secrets you keep
when you orbit earth
as we sleep.
Tell us it is
an optical illusion
adding to our mass confusion.
Tell us of war and peace,
famine and feast.
Tell us please...
How are we so different
when it's the same moon we see?
Oh Supermoon, how we hunger for
your guiding light from above
to fill us with w...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 4:39 am
Also by Vautaw:Clouds | Becoming | Stupid Cupid | Echoes of Life | To My Valentine | Ghosting | Sad Eyes | Soul Mates & Muses | Oasis | Soul Flames & Star Dust | Cha-Chi Legacy | Dancing with Addiction | Kings and Scribes |
Be who you are, not what other's expect you to be.
Don't let yourself be influenced. Your only influence should be your life experience.
Don't be sad about what you did. Be proud of where it led you.
If you feel you belong somewhere, Don't let people judge you. Just go for it.
You are who you are, only you can create you.
So go for it. Who are you?
If no one could tell you your...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 1:04 am
Also by Émilie Gaudreault:To afford a non-stressful life |
Player piano in the empty funeral parlor foyer cranks
out old standards with a Dixieland flourish. The old
wooden cross. How great thou art. Take my hand precious
Lord. No one hears it. No one is here to discuss pre-planning.
No one peruses coffins for his aunt who has been sick so long
the family forgot she would die. No one is scooped out
by grief at the accidental death o...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 11:07 pm
Also by Fernwood Press:Poem from One of Our New Collections |
There's a cleft in a rock where blood flows out
from a gorge in Turkestan,
accessible only by arduous routes,
those who see it are mightily uplifted.
A blind man apparently started to see
when the sun came round at a quarter to three
on a highly significant alignment day.
A man sells ice cream from a four by four
a queue discreetly off to one side,
Tuesday 19th February 2019 10:30 pm
Also by ray pool:TEMPLE IN THE SKY | I'M IN LOVE WITH MATT BAKER | VALENTINE | POSITIVE | THROUGH THE GATES | WAITING | PEAKS AND TROUGHS | 75th BIRTHDAY | FOG BANK | MR. SHOPLAND (INSURANCE MAN) | TRANSFORMATION | ON THE TREADMILL |
I’m shelving books in a springtime
Blouse and high heels,
And life is okay when a patron
Walks towards me until she whispers
“You know, your shirt is on backwards.”
Then life rains on you for awhile.
Once, a guy wrote how he
Preferred women in their thirties:
“Something about life experiences
That gives them that extra sexiness,”
(As if we are seasoned breasts)...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 9:26 pm
Also by Paris Tate:Baking Soda | This Closure | The Stigma | Black Candles | When the DJ Played “Lovefool” on the First Night of Carnival Season in a New Orleans Nightclub, 2018 | The Storyteller | Scared | Before I'm Thirty | The Vanilla Girl | This It, Take It All | Ice Skating In New Orleans | Introvert's Day Off | Snapshots |
Heavy eyes catch the light I’m done with fights
help me synthesize
Something you can’t see between the lines
Hiding behind my own demise
Constant fear builds inside
Strike my pride
This isnt the love I’ve been waiting for all my life
Tuesday 19th February 2019 7:19 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:Attention |
The dull silent ache goes on forever.
Years go by in a rusty daze..
The mind is feeble but heart goes braver.
The dull silent ache goes on forever.
No regrets to spend it differently ever..
Days are just another passing haze
The dull silent ache goes on forever.
The spark and zeal keeps throbbing still however...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 4:46 pm
Also by mona s:Beginnings and endings |
How miserably i miss you
The little chit chats i had with you
Your smile and your anger both are cute
Your care and concern makes my lips happily mute
Where have you disappeared
My soul went searching for you
Just before it. could find you
It was time for me to wake from dreams of you
I keep thinking about the times we spent together
Although not much story we ...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 3:54 pm
Also by Do:For you!! | Oh Soul dear!!! | Who are the real culprits? | Superior Race? | All for love!! | Speed!!!! | Drug addiction!! | It's a new day!! | by the fire!! | Who is he? | Whispering wisdom!!! | If a hug could fly!! | little corner in your heart!! (love song) | A blanket of HOPE | Haiku (feel of seasons) | If words could find some space!!! |
Bone china floral pattern cups with curlicue handles on deep saucers, with matching side-plates on white lacy doilies, laid out on a blindingly immaculate linen tablecloth. In the middle, a long-spouted teapot wearing a knobbly, knitted woollen coat sits on a gleaming chrome-plated stand. But all the attention is drawn to the three-tier, silver-framed cake-stand, with its abundance of fondant fanc...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 3:49 pm
This is for all the days
that you wake up feeling lesser.
This is for all the ways
that the order of the world has forced you to say "Yes, sir."
and feign a smile and take a bow.
For every time you have to clench your teeth
swallow your pride, crease your brow
this is the only thing I can leave you with.
For all the dull afternoons
and for all the lonesome nights.
Tuesday 19th February 2019 2:32 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Wrongdoer | GR (In the South) | It's Always Raining on Lonely Sreet, Haiku | Shadows and Shades |
I’ve always supported freedom and equality
I wanted minorities to have equal opportunity.
I believed in promoting a liberal social order,
Showing non-aggression and peace at the border.
I wanted to teach the world to live in perfect harmony,
So that our new Utopia would all be down to me,
But my kids are proper communists,
They want to overthrow the state.
They will give ev...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 2:06 pm
Also by Randy Horton:Language and Viruses |
She never speaks but hears
everything; the glistening of glass
on a midnight window pane,
the click of mad doubt on a dead
the surety of anger in the past,
and, her eyes closed, she waits
for the tell-tale hourglass pulse
But when I stayed the pendulum
with flesh and affection
she heard the future like a bull
rushing toward us
and the sound
was enough t...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 11:53 am
Also by Kealan Coady:T-Rex In Tank With Painted Bones | Sentience | The Sea As Sigil | An Accidental and Almost-Fatal Invocation | Cage Of Echoes | The Migration Of Shadows | Airstrike From The Eleventh Density | Tectonic | Spine Fire (Instructions For Survivors Of Kundalini) | The Ghosts We Haunt | The Dark At The End Of The Tunnel | This Corpse Eats The Stars With Bloody Feet | A Nightmare Room Made Of Broken Glass And Spider's Legs | Someone At The Door |
You ask on my behalf to rise and leave,
to dress without the hindrance
of bootlace worms returning at our feet.
In vain we anticipate permission from spiders
who watch in shadows, spinning webs
that constrain all action.
Standing, squatting, sitting, we are opposed,
resisted. We are tangled marionettes,
linked with quantum string, each responding
Tuesday 19th February 2019 10:55 am
Also by Jonathan Humble:Invitation To Move On | And Yet | Jigsaw |
When you try your hardest you really do
But your switches get the better of you
It's not my fault I try and say but it still doesn't stop me pushing people away
My actions speak louder than words but my actions aren't created by myself
There all chemical imbalances that cause my mental health
I say I'm sorry each time I mess up but there's only so many times people will he...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 10:37 am
Also by Laura Heydon:Empathetic Daydreamer | Chronic pain | Lost at sea a battle against dementia and me |
Early evening news
And I’m shouting at the TV
Labour 7 - when’s the fight?
Honda - final worker, switch off the light
ISIS lady - seems contrite?
John McDonnell - gritted teeth. So polite.
Len McLuskey (from Unite) - Really Len! Unite?
BMI - with its final flight
Jezz and Tessa - out of sight!
And the wife says
“What’s wrong with you?
All you’ve d...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 8:55 am
Also by Stephen Mellor:Rhyme? |
"Losing you in hues..."
I feel as if our time together was like a sunrise to sunset.
It began with you brightening the darknes in my life.
Much like a sunrise, you brought with you the promise of a new start.
You shined like the sun, bringing me joy and happiness.
I basked in the warm hues of happiness, content and love...
I forgot about the darkeness.
Sadly, I forgo...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 5:09 am
Also by Jay Garcia:It was only ever fiction... | Hello, my name is _____ | Where does the light go? |
wearing fake turban here and there
throughout the country preaching saintly
ramble on as if you don't need material
but in fact also involved acute corruption
whatever you say for the people is important
but actually you steal people's money
manipulating state funds for means of sexual desire
enjoy the paradise of the world tasting 'pesing'
acting as if religion fighters turned out to ...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 1:06 am
Also by Suko Waspodo:Daydream When Drizzle | Blend The Heart of Instinct | Lovely Early Morning | About Our Feelings | Embrace Your Sincere Love | My Longing's in Your Dreams | Romantic Love Fantasy |
“What makes you love him?” They ask me
It’s the way he can make me smile when the only thing I want to do is lay down and cry until there is no life left in me.
Somehow he knows all the rights words to say to calm my troubled brain and save me from my own crooked thoughts.
His comfort is like a memory, it never leaves me.
He treats me like no one else ever has, always telling me I’m ...
Monday 18th February 2019 10:41 pm
Also by Itsjustmedownhere:Shannon | Ode to Depression |
His decline perceived in mine
Cold stares stemming from hurt vanity
That in mine is mirrored his decline
No glint of love or a complicity,
Only annoyance and displeasure
At his decline perceived in mine.
Together for two long lifetimes,
The reason for this change of heart?
That in mine is mirrored his decline.
If this resentment were a joint regret,
Monday 18th February 2019 4:58 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Much mourned death of an umbrella pine |
WHEN IN SOME DISTANT TIME [For Imogen]
When, in some distant time; no, I don’t mean
Those halcyon days of summer, when you are busy
In a world adults cannot enter.
Or splashing on shorelines, held tightly by the eternal bond
Of mother and father; or else falling in long grass
Grown taller than your head, while running so fast,
You were a blur to others....
Monday 18th February 2019 4:31 pm
Also by trevor homer:TREVOR HOMER | THE BEAUTIFUL GAME | GIRL FROM THE BLCK COUNTRY |
H O P E
Morning light came up on the shadows of souls
Down lonely dark roads littered with toads
That rained down from the sky, like a biblical plague
To drown out the sorrows’ and errors they’d made
And the rivers like blood, ran deep and dark
As the righteousness stood by, and the mad dogs barked
A fowl stench filled the air… it was one of pure dread
Of countless men...
Monday 18th February 2019 4:21 pm
Also by poemagraphic:The UNDERWOOD Page 8 | Why Bother? | Why? | The Music Box | Hypo | The Digital Dunce | Po’s prose prologue The UNDERWOOD Chapter 2 | Running up Moonbeams | The Sword of ‘Damocles’ | The UNDERWOOD Page 6 | Millstone of malaise | Beyond the neon sign |
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:Save to live | CONFIDENCE | Isabella | Beauty Song | REGRET | My Fault | Love Seed | Against Wind | Simply Says | MAKE SUCCESS | LET's PRAY | HEART's KEY | The Theater | Practical Woman | No Answer |
Down the assembly line we go;
the finishing touch - fitting the soul -
is done - we're manufactured - so -
off the conveyer belt we roll -
- one by one.
We make for the beach and cluster there;
an army of turtles, the lakes our lair.
We are green like the night,
and in the distance – the city light;
(stay away from the light).
Let's take a swim in ...
Monday 18th February 2019 12:54 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:Two Flowers | Idle Hours |