Give me your money.
to my hands.
Dances 'round it.
Out of reach
From the weak.
In the same
Does money buy happiness?
Or do you?
Thursday 27th July 2017 1:14 am
Also by Michaela Sheldon:Blank Feeling | Thunder's Compass | Raw Meat | Fresh Bread at the Beach | Later, I Promise | Blossom, My Garden | Mind Murmur | Mellow Glow | Study Abroad | The Continuous Nothing | Frozen Time | Redundant Delight | Penumbra in the Deep Night | In Risk of Offense | Burnt Bread: A Reminder | Thick Roots | Breathe Me In |
I visited my cousins in Russia
One summer vacation day,
And my conclusions during my stay
Turned out to be more than I could say.
Older cousin surfs on laptop
Younger did that and ipod games too
Sister sticks to ginormous ipad
I skim online webs in hullabaloo!
Day after day, hour after hour
We’re caught in the ...
Thursday 27th July 2017 12:46 am
Also by Tiffany Wright:Solitude | Writer's Reverie | Running Power |
and I can
the key hole
and deep ,
Thursday 27th July 2017 12:45 am
Also by david patrick simon:Poem with no ending / the nowhere poems | The canopy of you / the nowhere poems | In the universe | Odd thoughts out / the nowhere poems | A lover's psalm / the nowhere poems | First moment tonight of you / the watermelon poems | Looking for faith / the nowhere poems | Old / the nowhere poems | Tonight / the nowhere poems | The crying of white / the nowhere poems | The missing moment / the nowhere poems | You the ring master poems | Nowhere with you / the nowhere poems | This promise / the nowhere oems | The treasure thought / the fox diaries |
Thursday 27th July 2017 12:17 am
Also by Charlotte Colvin:whilst listening to The National: Terrible Love | Listening to Airship: This is hell | Written whilst listening to Sam Smith: I'm not the only one | Written whilst listening to Solange: Don't touch my hair | Written whilst listening to Ghost Poet: Dial Tones | Written whilst listening to Incubus: Wish you were here | Written whilst listening to Placebo Ask for answers | Written whilst listening to Jay Som: Lipstick Stains | Written whilst listening to SIBWIR: Munro |
Always falling apart
From head to toe
I'm a mess
But you would never know
I don't have a clue which way to go
I need you now...
Your tranquillity to calm my restless soul
Don't fail me now...
I have no other to shield and protect me
From this crazy mess that is
Wednesday 26th July 2017 9:53 pm
Also by Wardah:Weary Traveller |
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love’ll break your jaw
it’ll deliver you to the door
of a Colombian whore
It’ll have you cuckold
it’ll make you kneel
it’ll make you feel
what you thought un-real
It’ll give you scars
and chains of hope
and if your lucky
it’ll give you rope
It’ll find you a lawyer
and a hit man if needed
sometimes love is the lie
when the lust has reced...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 8:58 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Crushed heads on a highway | Post love | Two paths diverged | Author unknown | Winston Churchill's principles of Marksmanship | Mentioned in dispatches | How to train a dog | To be human or not to be, is that in question? | Crimes against mysanity (notes to an alter ego) | Something wonderful | Advantage-Disadvantaged | Pyjama girl distraction | Blind truth |
At Kala Sangam in Bradford
late Sunday afternoon, one singer
sits on a hard chair waiting for the other
to take the stage, tune her guitar to
the required key before saying, “Hello
Ladies and Gentlemen.” There are
moments, in a life, that linger.
These two loved women
stand on linoleum and talk
only briefly, about the songs maybe,
how they endure against the grai...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 8:35 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Some | Matinee |
Wednesday 26th July 2017 7:10 pm
Also by terry l shuff:Winds Return. | False Realities | child Forsaken | Hebrew Bible poetry as LITERATURE |
divorced at twenty eight single till thirty three
married a second time and for good.
Today is the anniversary of that afternoon when
without any warning you fell down,never to get up again.
I was told later it was a heart attack.I wasn't with you
I was on the other side of the world not knowing.
An act of fate maybe to save me from witnessing the shock at the time ?...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 5:53 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:a spook peddler comes to call | love birds...for,but not involving Colin H.and Raj | a poem about the beginnings of a poem | best kind of demonstration | cuckoo'ing concoctions | alfresco alternatives to superficial infirmatives | a boosting of sagging self esteem (for Loz T. and Cynth B.T.) | dismantlers | my terrible torsos last tango | a foreboding left behind | for the isolated | recalling rebelliousness | oral torture |
Wednesday 26th July 2017 2:36 pm
Also by Ameya.:Waltzing towards my grave | Pretense | Why would it matter | Costume |
Paper, Rock and Scissors
Was I lonely piece of paper you tore up,
The paper scribbled with words of hurt and rage,
The paper you abandoned viciously like a breakup,
That paper that held years and years of age,
Or was it her you threw and pushed down,
The rock with holes revealing her past,
The rock you tossed into the water to drown,
That rock that was ment to for...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 12:05 pm
"it hasn't ended just yet,so continue with the celebrations!"
bloomings and migratory birds continue gesticulating.
See! the grass is still rising and Aprils showers intermittently visit
becoming late Augusts friend and dance partner.
All these and more go on holding hands
a warming togetherness waltzing to the suns fading burnt sienna music.
Colours from natures c...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 10:37 am
Also by Jemima Jones:eye language | sullied | clearly unclear | with love and thanks | after summing up | dream messenger | calendrical menu |
There used to be many small farms or homesteads around
Here where I live, they are abandoned now,
Except for some wretched relics unable to move, acres so
Small earth could easily be ploughed by a mule.
Nostalgia is the name of poetry.
Carob and olive trees grow unseemly branches
Looking like a film set in a horror movie.
Wednesday 26th July 2017 10:06 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :the pope and statues | the people prevails | three senryu new | old soldiers | on being phobic or something | blood oranges | the oddity of the truth | just a day | War, the real thing | the pope and statues | winding road | the bird of hatred | Baltimore | Mare Nostrum | the aspiration | time | a reflection | dysfunctional family |
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Pick the petal, then you eat it.
Fields of daisies.
It's a sort of unegotistical monopoly that I crave
Playground fortune telling is a mysterious art that rides on the idealistic concept of opposite chance.
Loves Me Not.
Where I stand now.
Where yellow spiraled arms that reach for love, surround me.
I come to the bubbling surface, that the reach...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 9:57 am
Swallow the restless night up into arms of great sacrifice,
I feel alone yet again,
To witness the technicolored crescent of daybreak above my home.
Do you ever wander deep into restless forests?
Where the branches sway with the vigor of a child,
Wasted to swing breathlessly beneath the shallow moon.
Truth be told I have a long day ahead,
And I question my ability to keep my eyes awake ...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 7:39 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:The Meaning of the Stars | With Eyes Toward the Sky | Few Could Wake Before a Raging Current |
Wednesday 26th July 2017 7:13 am
Also by Wendy Higson:I'm Alright Jacks | Don't Go | Use Your Emagination | British Meats | Band Wagon | Tour De Yorkshire | Yorkshire Folk | Leave Them Alone | Tv Last Night | Benefits | Think |
i burnt my eyes for you!!! i stared into the sun for hours for you!!! and you wont even take a glance for me?? what is it that hollows out my heart to be filled with smoke and empty friends all i ever wanted was for sour candy to touch my tounge but instead i got a pile of dead worms shoved down my throat! this is what i get for having a kind heart? i never wanted your dark moon love for i thought...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 12:37 am
Also by Youthfullyxx:seeing you for what you are | i sit alone | my beauty is taken for granted |
Tuesday 25th July 2017 11:25 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Smell the Coffee | Festival (Amended) | Haiku: Flooding | Festival | Haiku: Ishikari | 30 Seconds | Sarah's Song (Revised & Extended) | Incarcerated |
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When Santa comes to stay
the children stay away
they seem to find him overwhelming
not quite true in his special way.
For nothing comes but once a year
without a price to be paid
with his funny suit and fatherly grin
knowing innocence must fade.
He never really gives us hope
filling sack and stocking
we need a saviour to come to stay
with revelations shoc...
Tuesday 25th July 2017 11:14 pm
Also by ray pool:VARIETY ARTISTS | WHEN LONELINESS CALLS | SANCTUARY | YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH EYES | THE NINE ELMS CAT | WATCH TV | IT'S FUN TO BE FROM THE NORTH | TROUBLE IN METROLAND | ON THE BRIDGE | SHORT POEM | SLOW DEATH ON A SLIDING SCALE | SEX ON A SHOESTRING |
.....then,around the estate he'll no more go dealing
delivering his little plastic bags of eventual pain
or threaten the late payers damaged by his gain.
When you decriminalise dear authorities
announce the changed laws in the paper and on the net
then,this twat whose roots were fed by others misfortune
will be by his new-blood money deprived life-met.
Tuesday 25th July 2017 8:51 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:local trespassers will be ignorantly prosecuted | bonfire of the insanities | deaths volunteers | riddance | (a) poetry destroyers in the making (rant) | poor payback for a soul soldier | members of the Great War casualty club |
photo credit: Intermedia Arts
Geneva and John Henry played songs like they learned them, by rote, for as long as they could but knots of unrequited living or unrequited love didn’t unraveling to satisfy their needs. Something more was required; a hook, a head or a melody wouldn’t carry them away anymore. They longed for passage to spaces beyond what they knew into somewhere other than here. Eve...
Tuesday 25th July 2017 7:23 pm
Words too hot for the tongue
I was once a flame kindling with every thought
The fire inside grew brewing hearty soup.
Everyday i checked to see it was hot.
My cooking cycle seemed endless, a constant
nothing in the world could put my fire out
My flame made the sun look like a candle.
this scorching affection burned through any doubt
The slightest touch ...
Tuesday 25th July 2017 5:46 pm
Also by Joseph Calderon:Let Me Sleep | Away From The Wave | The Notebook |
Tuesday 25th July 2017 10:21 am
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:a discussion below | what is that peripheral something? | revamped | followers of the flautist | skiffle | waterdrops | switch flicking | AA | Rising on a Summers day | Vic&Dave alikes | not according to the rules |
when you first met me I was a mess
But now I see that i can be happy
You make me feel so high
But lately i feel like im L
Tuesday 25th July 2017 1:48 am
Also by Anna Slime:please stay |
there’s a subtle difference now
on those rare occasions that our eyes meet.
I feel I give myself away too easily
having lost the skill of camouflage
wearing this faded jester’s cape.
always the jester,
my bag of tricks threadbare
the wrinkled joker card
overused and too easily spotted
in this well-thumbed dog-eared pack.
I now understand
my magic is ...
Tuesday 25th July 2017 12:02 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Collapit | Family Gathering | HaikQ? |
Salivating at thought of eating your dessert
With the creamy filling between pastry layers
As deep moistness lingers for every bite purrs
In the back of my mouth for the savoury flirt
Will I get second round on another day’s sake
Or will I need to dream about this only plate
The mystery revolves around the holy fate
As tart or sugar pie that the oven did bake
Shake out the whipping cre...
Monday 24th July 2017 9:29 pm
Also by Louis Audet:The Northern Town | Welcome Addition | Nature Lovers | One plus one makes two | Snowflakes | Tenderness | Almost | Thirtieth Dare | Twenty-Ninth Dare | Twenty-Eighth Dare | Twenty-Seventh Dare | Twenty-Sixth Dare | Twenty-Fifth Dare | Twenty-Four Dare | Twenty-Third Dare | Twenty-Second Dare | Twenty-First Dare | Twentieth Dare | Nineteenth Dare | Eighteenth Dare | Seventeenth Dare | Sixteenth Dare | Fifteenth Dare | Fourteenth Dare | Thirteenth Dare |
All I wanted to do, was sit with you,
create absurd worlds of moving sausage rolls
in smoke-filled telescopic bells and timps
n’ pot-flops of sound.
I could have kept you warm day after day
after day after day after day. Apart from the
23rd of May 1058 when I’m supposed to be
buying a Bulgarian bulrush.
You told me once that your feet and your hands
and your body do get some...
Monday 24th July 2017 8:27 pm
Deep seated boredom and frustration
Grinding at my begrudged concentration
Slowly I watch my brain cells die
And slowly I can’t be bothered to try
My mind’s enraged like an animal caged
Today is another one of those days
Five in fact like a boiling pot
With the lid on while I keep getting hot
In my mind I overflow
In ways I couldn’t let them know
I contain an explosion of colours and wor...
Monday 24th July 2017 6:56 pm
Also by Regan Roberts:The Gentrification Scheme 2017 |
(A friendly warning for those members of
the women`s PLP who were elected by
Given that our decaying, aging population
Is causing this perilous rush of immigration,
Is cheapening the morning after pill abuse
By `incentivising inappropriate use`?
(Think! for every pill that proves efficacious
Space for immigration`s made more spacious!).
Monday 24th July 2017 4:35 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:The girl at the dance in a sari | The night battle | N`Shya.....and me. |
In this hoggish domain,
full of cockamamie brain,
you are like golden rain,
extruding me from path of mundane.
I know you are invaginate,
but it's not to be abnegate,
you make my energy activate,
ransom me from all fabricate.
You are the one who gave me goal,
tried to fill all my loophole,
through this just tried to extol,
hope you will like it oh great soul!
Monday 24th July 2017 3:16 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:KNOCK DOWN DRAG OUT | TOP NOTCH WHISTLE STOP | HOT WATER | ON PINS AND NEEDLES | WHO AM I? |
I vote with my feet
carrying the creature
from the sterile house
to a living environment
those like me who capture spiders in a plastic cup
to take them out of the house
make one great group in society
another great group has other ideas
and so society is split
we move through the same space
like thoughts in a head
Monday 24th July 2017 10:56 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Passing By | Far Out | Attention | The Greening Of The Desert | Ground Nesting | Proem |
I am fifteen years old and I think I own the world.
I have a boyfriend and he loves me.
He yells at me but that is okay, he loves me.
He shoves me but that is okay, he loves me.
He slapps me but that is okay, he loves me.
He holds me down as I yell and scream because it hurts but that is okay, he loves me.
I am sixteen years old and I escaped my first abusive relationship....
Monday 24th July 2017 10:43 am
With phone lines down you make no sound
It’s easy tears and we start to drown
I set my compass to the town
No sirens whale on the seas we sail
I found the seed you work the bale
She the faces turning pale
And if my memory serves me well
Hit the bus next stop is hell
You can love me in the meantime
Even with all the plants and rocks we found
Monday 24th July 2017 9:04 am
Also by Bartholomew Bobby Mahoney:Your Round |
Dark mirror dragon-kings black swans
Your shadows lick the mural beam
Bathe most caves and cloak the flame..
The Magi of Pipers
The spell casters' prescience
Incantatory grand designs murmur..
Nothing of More in three in two in one..
The chambers echo canned echoes
Grim shepherds whistle and tails wag dogs..
The heretics weep..
They have peeked at the Illumined masters
And their stark p...
Monday 24th July 2017 6:53 am
Also by Suki Spangles:Heroically Manfully Ethically Theosophically Pot Noodle | The Cappuccino Captains' Buzz |
It unites us.
to have choices.
Whether to work or laze.
Decide our futures
instead of waiting for opportunity.
The universal language of neednot greed.
We’ve lost control.
Caught up in the flow
of magazine lifestyle.
The one we desire and reality.
To walk through town
not asking the price.
Carrying the l...
Monday 24th July 2017 2:34 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Bullshitting? |
Have you met my needs?
I was there in line when the voice spoke to me
I’d order the extra bacon even though it meant
shaving minutes off of my life
and the planet’s
I couldn’t care less at that moment
it was the only pleasure available
before I met you
and now we spend our days and nights
in all sorts of blister and tetra packs
in my apartment in your underwear
and we rub ea...
Monday 24th July 2017 2:16 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Script Confusion | Civilization takes two | To Joy | Plans “A”, “B”, & “Z” | Kindness of Strangers | the feeling of feeling | Petals of Yes | Maricopeia | drugugly | Airports | Wear Red | Comfortable | A fine finish | Quixotic Dancers | Doing the aftermath |
Don't measure against my success,
And forget all of my hard work, sacrifice, or the stress.
What do you really know about the journey to being the best?
Running suicides, up and backs;
Whilst working part-time trying to support my grind and getting taxed.
Countless late nights and early mornings,
Day in and out leavin' me at work yawning.
The road to success can be...
Sunday 23rd July 2017 11:26 pm
Also by Charlotte Thomas-Rowe:The fLAW OF ATTRACTION | Absolute Zero ❄️ | Mi Anemone | Ready To Die | A WoMANs world |
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When my dad was in his failing years my sister, Linda, and I used to visit him in his sheltered accommodation at Worksop (she, I confess, much more frequently than me).
She tells me the tale about one of her visits.
They’d talked for an hour or more when she asked him out of the blue,
“Do you have any regrets about your life, dad; anything you’d do differently if you had your time again?”...
Sunday 23rd July 2017 11:07 pm
Also by John Coopey:BIRDSONG 2 | THE RINGS | WHO LET REES-MOGG OUT? | 262 | LADY IN RED (PART 2) |
A storm is coming
and I can't sleep.
I can feel the deep
lapping at my feet.
waves black and violent
come inside take a peek.
I think I retreat
hide in the trees
where the owl
steals my dreams
and the grass
colours everything green.
Not all is
always as it seems
in between lies
the true heart of things.
Sunday 23rd July 2017 11:13 am
Also by MyDystopiA:Mud |
You ever get the feeling that you smell like curry?
Now I'm not being racist or trying to be funny
It is just a simple thing that I have observed
Whenever I leave my house it's quite absurd
I smell like centuries of mastering flavour
Of spices and mixes that one should savour
Of happy childhood memories in the kitchen
Where food is not just boiled veg and chicken
But a lifetime of exper...
Sunday 23rd July 2017 12:52 am
Also by Aishah:The Misery Drum | Broken | A bit of a choke |
Poem 117 of 230: WYTHENSHAWE PARK - SUMMER 2000
Is elegant -
Although, in all,
A pyramid -
On what he did.
The plant centre
Has well-kept ground -
Likes fish around.
Sports and leisure
Places abound -
A good measure
Of games are found.
A farm venture
Has food at hand,
Saturday 22nd July 2017 11:48 pm
They are mouse runs under corrugated sheets
Lifted to expose secrets that would otherwise
Have lain dormant under crumbling skies
Like the patch of downland we called the field
A folded and forgotten handkerchief meadow
Tucked away behind the haunted house
And the dovecote with the waffle walls
We filled its cubby holes with hide and seek tre...
Saturday 22nd July 2017 11:25 pm
Also by Colin Hill:😢😢😢😢😢 Haiku | Terroir | heartbeats | Little Brown Birds |
There seem to be many who find it scary
To be - or thought to be - solitary.
I've no such worry - and just as well
Logging on to W O L.
There is no other voice but mine
When the page tells me there's "1 online"!
Saturday 22nd July 2017 6:09 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:Doctor WHO?! | MUCKING ABOUT | THE VIEW FROM HERE (2) | FRIENDS AND ALLIES | ONE FROM THE HEART | SOMEBODY'S GRIEF |
First, the over-quiet room where we sat together
Waiting, quiet as all the others – waiting
Until she left me for the first time…
Then I was called
As he spoke the shock hit, solid as a punch;
Left me breathless, faint, unmanned;
So obviously lost that chair and water came
And briefly the patient was I – not her.
Then my mind began to grasp the truth it had shunne...
Saturday 22nd July 2017 3:46 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Revelation |
'Easy, Boss....So-oo-oo, Boss.'
The small barn is dim, stuffy with rotting wood
the smell of summer hay, urine and fresh excrement
of rich hot cows their breaths meadow-sweet.
The building rustles with little movements
in the rafters, the old plank walls
restive animals cropping in their troughs.
Three sloe-eyed cats sleek with mice and milk
sit and mewl, and they wait
Saturday 22nd July 2017 2:54 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:The Lighthouse (a romance) | One Standard Poodle | Three Kids Having Snacks |
Fred and Bullfrog Floppit
It was a bloody sad night in The Feathers
Bitter melancholy, make no mistake
It was meant be Fred Floppit’s stag night
But it felt more like - a funeral wake
The landlord cried tears in his wallet
When he thought of the custom he’d lose
If Fred became hen-pecked and homely
And not spend all his money on booze
You see, Fr...
Saturday 22nd July 2017 7:28 am
Also by Kevin:The Tallyman. (Old Septic Knuckles) |
Saturday 22nd July 2017 6:56 am
Also by New Shoes:Without a Boat |
gazing into the july night sky
our segmentation of time to define a point within our silestrial revalutions
the grand structures of light that seem to suspend in an endless universe
like binkons of hope not written in verse
the four points of light that make the diamond shows me were the milky way is running
and if you catch it in the middle of the night, it really is quite stunning...
Saturday 22nd July 2017 6:43 am
Also by old shoes:A Gift From the Universe to Emer |
Saturday 22nd July 2017 1:51 am
Also by elPintor:gulf | slip | invictus | ripple (limits of human perception) |
Wrap your hurt in silk and velvet.
Kiss it better with lips that know the difference between lust and love.
Stand on tippy toes and touch the sun,
let that heat warm your cold,dark places.
Take the tears that drained you dry and
tend lovingly to the flowers.
Set aside whatever makes you sad,
the desolation that soils your smile;
confine this pain to a box but make it a pret...
Saturday 22nd July 2017 12:33 am
Also by Patricia Hughes:Normal. | untitled | A Lesson In Fear |
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