Netherland-Codependent (1)
At the risk of being Authentic
I'll take my stand this Seat:
this old&lonely hybrid, grid
has come to end its meat.
Such source is hardly savoury,
unfluent with the times;
Our course 't could be more wavery,
at least if not too right!?
Thus here, now less for 'Milky Ways'
that universe has shut.
Our planet's 'gain for 'Xtinctioning,
unless we change the plot!
...Tuesday 3rd June 2025 4:45 pm
"Get some in"
Porky Pigs in Porton Down
took a bullet for the Crown.
All our wounds look the same
the pigs are dead the men are lame...
Argie's beneath trench duck boards
cut to meat by youthful hordes,
there were no geese upon the green
when sun came up, the slaughter seen...
Again, we're getting battle ready
our leaders brash, drunk faux-heady,
building ships, craf...
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 4:27 pm
Accepting Peace For Our Dog
You have to push your heart aside.
Out of the way, elbow and shoulder,
no matter love’s protests,
though they are not unheard.
Necessity needs to see beyond what love fears most,
the loss and damage of absence.
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 3:15 pm
Perseverance, Pt.2: At The End Of The Day
Eventide, at the waning of the sun:
the scribe is done, all-but, save the index
and the binding. How well the tale's been told -
the endless ennui; the agonies; fun
and frolics in their turn (for even sex
had left its mark, some warmth to ease the bold,
chaotic passage of each turbid year) -
and now, as cramp-wracked fingers loose the pen
he settles back, unkinks hunched shoulder blades
...
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 2:36 pm
Also by Martin Peacock:
Perseverance, Pt.1: On Not Winning (F.A.O. Mr. A) |His Majesty's Crime Minister
Auschwitz is mocked; His silence condemns all
who wallow in innocent blood before a World
that cries out Shame! He’s none; that’s wasted breath.
His quietus murders Babes with help from Hell:
whilst Heaven howls out vengeance for their deaths,
that Coward’s silence speaks with eloquence.
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh 3rd June 2025
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 9:07 am
Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:
Haiku for 2025 [No.19. Bigots] | Call Yourself a Poet? |I Am So Happy To See The Bees
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 7:48 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
I Get Up In The Morning Before The Dawn ... |God In His Wisdom
There's dogshit on my front garden
Clearly the dog did it, but who is responsible?
There are four possible answers, which seems a bit odd
It's either the dog, his owner, me, or God
It can't be the dog because God gave Man dominion over animals
And it can't be God either because with great vision
He introduced the dominion policy at an early stage
Specifically on the bible...
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 5:25 am
Write to Romance
WRITE TO ROMANCE
Jessica drove furiously through familiar back streets - happy that she'd didn't have to travel to Cottesloe; being late for meetings at Tom Collins House did not enhance her image as a professional writer.
A new writer's group - close to home too! She still bubbled with enthusiasm even though she'd spent the last twenty minutes at the wrong hall. The guy doing a ka...
Tuesday 3rd June 2025 5:14 am
Virtual Unreality
VIRTUAL UNREALITY
By The Urban Poet
A virtual man
With a virtual girl
In a virtual house
In a virtual world
Gets virtually lost
Then virtually found
So no need to worry
He’s virtually sound
A plastic woman
With a plastic man
In a plastic dream
About plastic pans
That melted plastic
On a plastic stove
In her plastic kitchen
In a plastic home
...Monday 2nd June 2025 8:03 pm
Archived.
Erstwhile laurels lurk
In lonely minds,
Where lessons fester,
Unlearned,
Where the archived
Achievement tries,
But can never
Resurrect
The Beginning's fervid
Earnestness...
Monday 2nd June 2025 5:34 pm
The Ego Echoes.
All I hear are elusive echoes of self-depreciation and hatred.
Tracing my memory back to precise occurrences of emotional distress and pain.
The nature of numbness bouncing through the walls of my mind.
Will this arduous voice ever be silenced?
No one knows better how to get under your skin than the mind enclosed beneath it.
We take on the role of nurture or torture whenever we ...
Monday 2nd June 2025 5:25 pm
Choosing Light
I have an eclectic palette
But you’re the only taste that matters
I used to roll my eyes when they said
A lover can be your refuge
I thought turbulence feeds my drive
But here we are
And it’s everything to feel safe in your arms
No more flight or fight with shaking hands
And anxiety, an egg in my throat
A sickness that spreads
It always gives back
Feeding its...
Monday 2nd June 2025 2:28 pm
Memories
I remember the cool breeze there,
where I live, my heart still resides there,
I feel, but it's painful my mother cries,
the memories with the time fly,
why time, you can't stop,
stop just for a sec,
let us look to our past,
beautiful, ugly, wealthy or dark,
it's always more beautiful than the last,
I feel the wind moving my heart, shattered
with the pane clattered,
...Monday 2nd June 2025 12:23 pm
Love of the cursed
The bar keep lines up the drinks
Glasses filled throughout the night
The regulars smile and chuckle
Nudging each other sharing a joke
Ignoring the boy at the end of the bar
Pouring his sorrow in to a glass
His lips move silently conversing
With his silent invisible friend
Convinced the death of love has come his way at last
He sees nobody else and nobody sees him
Hi...
Monday 2nd June 2025 11:38 am
Your Own Way
Don’t chase the crowds or follow the lines,
Your path was drawn in bolder signs,
The world may shout what you should be,
But only you hold your own key!
They will point to roads they think are right,
Paved smooth and lit with borrowed light,
But joy is found in winding trails,
In daring dreams and setting sails!
Live loud, live true, don’t dim your flame,
For comfort's cage is not you...
Monday 2nd June 2025 10:59 am
New build
Step inside, could this be it?
Treading carefully in a one-size fit
Barren and empty with ideas a plenty
Is this the future tempting?
Down with the old and familar
Leaking, stained and dissimilar
Plans and schemes fading out like a welcome dream
Sadly, this isn't what we had foreseen
Monday 2nd June 2025 10:34 am
No More Crumbs!
Monday 2nd June 2025 10:04 am
Also by Rolph David:
The Woman Who Outshone Her Century |Lines of Love
I wrote these lines of love, my dear,
Before the cold days of the war.
When you were near, so near, my dear;
When I was close, so close, to here,
And no one knew what lay in store.
Now all these lines have chilled, my dear,
Though love remains, strong as before.
Now you are far, so far, my dear,
While I am shivering with fear;
And all we can expect is more.
...
Monday 2nd June 2025 8:36 am
The Awakening of Uncle Sam
One June-born morn, he rose again,
From slumber deep, through fog and rain.
Top hat askew, stars slightly worn,
He blinked - confused, both proud and torn.
The billboards screamed in crimson red:
“Make America Great Again,” it said.
He frowned, recalling distant years,
Of sacrifice, of hopes, of tears.
He scrolled the screen with weathered hands:
Tax cuts, coal, divided lands.
Judges...
Monday 2nd June 2025 4:53 am
like you and me
Ages passed, still reppin' strong,
life wrote our script, we played along.
Throwback laughs? Still in the air,
like vids we’d binge- -everywhere.
We were wild, riskin’ all,
hoppin’ fences, takin’ calls.
Now we glow, still got the dream,
past stays fresh, know what I mean?
Years slid by, like feeds we scroll,
memories saved, heart on patrol.
...Sunday 1st June 2025 11:43 pm
Also by Red Brick Keshner:
unrelenting horizon |The good fight
Firefighters fight fires,
Freedom fighters fight liars,
Fight to fulfill your wild desire—
I fight for reasons much higher.
Not for conquest, nor for greed,
But for the justice some still need.
Against deceit, against despair,
Against the weight some cannot bear.
Physical strikes performed with precision,
A mental fight will make you question ...
Sunday 1st June 2025 4:29 pm
A Poem For Your Pocket
I wrote down this little poem
it’s not complicated or smart
Just a few lines of simple words
that come from deep within my heart
For the times I can’t take your hand
stand by your side or hold you tight
Know that I’m always here for you
every moment, day or night
Wrap this promise up safe and sound
keep it forever in your mind
And should the need ever arise
a virtual hug yo...
Sunday 1st June 2025 3:28 pm
Echoes of Childhood
Echoes of Childhood
Where are they now, these people who loved me?
Both of them dead, and that’s how it should be.
He went early, as his heart was cursed.
Her end was painful, a fate well deserved.
Six foot five, full of Guiness and fight,
Five foot four, full of vinegar and spite.
Belligerent bully, with fists of iron,
Constant critic with no shoulder to cry on.
...Sunday 1st June 2025 1:36 pm
Technology
Technology is so complex.
It can make us mad and quite perplexed.
It can make us feel almost demented,
And we may wish that it was not invented.
Then our lives would be less complicated,
But should we be thankful that it was created?
And would we be better if we did forget
How we were to use the internet?
And would we be feeling more alone
If we lived our lives without our phone?
And...
Sunday 1st June 2025 1:03 pm
Sermon
from the crumbling edge
of an insatiable Saturday
I tumble head first into the
torpor of the god day,
where I founder, drowning
beneath other peoples’ faith
and robust sincerity,
a grey parson theatrically
peels another raffle-ticket
from his library of lies, with
the muted swagger of a
gambler betting all-in
on a dead-cert hereafter,
in this thicket o...
Sunday 1st June 2025 7:16 am
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