Inspired to have a go at my own version after reading the Brian Bilston version which includes music acts and groups. It is just for fun, no offence intended.
who heart in human
hammertoed be thigh frame
thigh duodenum gum
thigh will be bum
in birth as it is in human
Gut us this disc our brain and head
and forgive us our bodily gasses
as we forehead those who bypass vein...
Tuesday 24th May 2022 6:56 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Our Garden Right Now | Chuffed To Bits | Cup Of Tea | Mud (Ten line challenge) | Seaside Stroll | Sahara Safari Day Two | Sahara Safari Day One | Spaceman Aims For The Stars | Travel Stress | Canadian Woodland | The Memorial (Repost) | On The Subject Of Freedom (Not A Poem) | Daisy Daisy | Whelprigg House | Storybook Sunrise | Freedom (Challenge) | Rhododendron | Eerie Mist | May Time | Mr & Mrs Smith | Magnificent In Stature |
Be a radio king or queen
You'll be heard a lot more than you're seen
Let us hear your diamond voice
As you recite a verse of your choice
The topic is the Jubilee
Were you there for the major three?
Are you a corgi, a horse or a jewel?
What would happen if YOU made the rules?
Write, record and let me know
To get featured on my show
Calling all budding poets and pr...
Tuesday 24th May 2022 3:58 pm
they file in
tired, hungry, optimistic
into a poorly-maintained
eighty year-old frame
a sea of humanity
that anything you can do
can help this mess
a tiny portion
of the spectrum-
might be the only hope
to deliver the day
Tuesday 24th May 2022 1:16 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:The last act | On my app | birthdays |
It might the flying Dutchman be
Or the fame of those fishermen three
How it, planks of our own fashioning, walk we!
Tuesday 24th May 2022 1:07 pm
Also by Frederick Kesner:harvest moon | Rotterdam | Ballad of Billy McGee | no poetry by numbers | innit your day? | uplift | reed music |
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for your deep deep love.
For always making me feel so special and loved.
For teaching me to pass on that love to my own children.
I could not have felt more loved.
Thank you Dad.
Thank you for sharing with me your love of music and poetry.
For reading to me at bedtime and encouraging my love of books.
For instilling in me the love of words and ...
Tuesday 24th May 2022 12:25 pm
Also by AutisticNess:A Daughter's 18th Birthday Poem | You Are Everything | The Redwood Tree |
The journey begins in our hearts
Where desires lead us we go
In our mind we have our perfect plans
Directions of life our best guide
We follow the paths we choose
Uphill or down, upstream or down
We know we are heading straight
Into our nowhereland of dream state
A new life begins with friends new
Totally a strangeland to begin through
Nothing can block...
Tuesday 24th May 2022 5:31 am
Also by Moonlight:Burnt feelings | Sa.yo.na.ra | Victorious | Victim ain't a convict | Waiting | What's meant to be will chase you till you receive | Glad tidings | Blessed!! |
A warm morning after a night full of sleep full of hope, plans
I feel young
It’s strange how my mood is affected by how my body feels.
A mystery: what is pain a message from a part of me
battling with an unseen enemy Doctors always ask
where does it hurt describe your pain on a scale
of 1 to 10 I seldom think of numbers when I’m
in pain, but ratings in life are popular I give
that song a...
Tuesday 24th May 2022 4:48 am
Also by K. Lynn:Oh, I’m a cynic this morning | The Republic of Gilead Is Coming |
Monday 23rd May 2022 11:53 pm
Also by RM:lost in loss |
Endurance is a flower,
A bulb in winter’s depth,
A rare-repeated wonder:
A sin we must forget.
In this world-of-make-believe:
Cancer, the death of children,
Are falling autumn leaves.
I see a road before me,
A road I walk in vain,
A road through Trawden, Lancashire
A road that has no name.
All roads lead to heaven
And all roads lead to you
Monday 23rd May 2022 10:16 pm
Also by John E Marks:Catastrophe: the banality of evil | Hanging by a thread | regret | visit | Horatio Mosley Moule, committed suicide, Cambridge, 1873 | Free speech | Ruin | A WITHERING | Gorffwysfa | The season of the witch | Burst the Bounds | This land is my mother. | Meet me on the Edge | A Sonnet for May | The Furies | (untitled) | Only connect | Putin's nursery rhyme | Blue is green | All gone by | Last things | The glory of the May | A la Recherche du Temps Perdu |
dreams arise in our slumbering consciences and bear
surreal and indeterminate apparitions there
that inhabit the depthless void of sleeps everchanging surprise
responsible for setting the other worldy stage behind closed eyes
as turns the hour as turns each unreasoned theme
as floats the helpless susceptible mind on the unrelenting strangest stream
no matter waking anew in calmne...
Monday 23rd May 2022 10:10 pm
Also by Bethany Sallis:waterside walk | automotive death in slow motion | oh for a second chance! | faded sleb' ( i.e. Favershamesque ) | congregational blame cleansings? yeah right! | Fathers gun mouth | considering reincarnation |
A dead tree is sad, but it stands, present,
Benevolent, useful, still in the game.
It has nobility, even when charred
By flames, in the overheat of wartime.
Dead people though, perish in every sense;
Their limp remains plead for quick disposal.
All that’s left is once-removed: memories,
Letters, film of their pomp and garden games,
The sly maintenance of reputations.
Monday 23rd May 2022 9:51 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Glorious Mud | Afterlife | Day 82 | My Enemy | Anger Management | Lenin | Atmosphere | Make-Believe |
Redeem the natural
See the reason for peeking into endless realness
Onto the big rusty red wagon with traction wheels
Fix on down the road
A mighty fine truck
Going so fast
Taking it in slow
Timely matters falling into spot
Coming to cast
Winding and unwinding sporadically
Monday 23rd May 2022 9:36 pm
Also by JAZ:Sunrise Sunset | Small Talk |
We found this cradling valley
men of the world will never reach
There was no map, no road to follow.
Without a plan, guileless as it must be,
we brushed aside overhanging leaves
for our beginning.
Unrecognised, lain all around
machineries of the joyous spirit
were picked up again and again that day.
Perfectly fitting, like a smooth, cool pebble
Monday 23rd May 2022 6:54 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Petals That Drop | Little Butterfly | Silence | Psychopath In Decent Clothing | Season Of The Leaf |
I vaguely recollect a story, maybe from the Bible, about a son and his father. The nub of it was the two occasions the son had cried when his father had hit him. The first time was when he was a child and because it hurt. The second time was when he was a young man and it didn’t, signifying that his father was now weak and dying.
I have a personal recollection which mirrors this.
I can’t ...
Monday 23rd May 2022 1:07 pm
Also by John Coopey:SLAVA UKRAINI HEROYAM SLAVA | LAVATORY WALLS | MICHAEL SEEN FLORA | LIVING DOLL |
You are such a beauty
Which I gaze like my duty
Perfection top to bottom
Always glowing, whether summer or autumn
Something about you I admire
My soul is always lighting up with fire
Expressed to you in many forms
So loudly, like the sound of storms
I see something similar in your eyes
Let us be playful and forget the lies
Why be hard on ourselves?
And be hidden l...
Monday 23rd May 2022 11:23 am
We are gonna be so happy together
I know this much is true
Don't know how, I don't know when
Humanity will all be friends
I know this much is true
I'm happier with you!
Monday 23rd May 2022 10:17 am
Also by Kevin Tan:Frenemy of the State | Mother of Mummies | Personal Confessions (1) | From A to Privet | Like an Echidna | The Sparrow | Time for digestion | I'M LETTING SORROW GO | You bring me joy, my lover | Little Rose | Internet communities for free | My non-addictions (1) | The future |
Ya Rabb, I'm thankful to thee
For protecting me and loving me
From situations and circumstances
By turning them around in my favour
Ya Rabb, I'm grateful to thee
For thy favours and thy care
In times of need and prayer
For things I wanted when in despair
Ya Rabb I'm definitely blessed
As your defences are stronger than anything else
You heard the conv...
Monday 23rd May 2022 1:08 am
Also by Ghazala lari:Good morning | Eid ul fitr Mubarak!!! |
Crack of dawn Sunday mornings
my brother and I would accompany our dad
pushing a home-made wheelbarrow
to a horses field a mile away
to 'steal' horse manure
which I imagine the horse's owner
in retrospect was glad to see the back of.
I have lived with this crime on my conscience for sixty years and am relieved to have finally come clean.
Sunday 22nd May 2022 11:49 pm
Also by Telboy:NOT ANY MORE | Going Uptown |
When I walk beside you, please, hold my hand
I don’t expect you to understand it all
But I hope … you might try to break my fall
You might reach out
You might even try to connect
Place your feet close, to where I stand
Your disconnect is wearing
A resistance to sharing leaves me wondering
Is this it?
Did I imagine you – was it real?
Digging deep, on repeat
Sunday 22nd May 2022 11:01 pm
Also by Clare:Splish, Splash! | Mother | Circumspect | No rules | What is Freedom? | First Date | One Night Stand | French Doubles |
It's sympathy not hatred
One should have for others
Specially they who are spiritually sick
For more than dislike they are in need of prayers
Sickness grows deep and brown
ill feelings begets hatred
Envy breeds sickness traits
Keeping a clean heart makes all the difference
You can never clean things with water unclean
In the same way vindictive behaviour can...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 5:18 pm
Also by N.B:*goodluck | *remember | *wandering | *obsolete |
Just leave me alone and let me find peace
I don't want to hurt
I don't want to weep
Who’s are the voices inside my head?
Why do they hate me?
What have I said?
Why let them get to me?
What do I say?
Why can’t I make them all just go away?
Why do I feel I have to paint on a smile?
Why can’t I just be ‘me’ for a while?
These are the questions I’m asking each day
The voices, the demons I...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 4:02 pm
Also by curiousdud3:Demons in the Woods (10 line challenge) | Chains of Capture | Charade |
I was delighted to read of the acknowledgement received by Julie Callaghan to her commendable
effort to communicate her feelings to Her Majesty The Queen for this Platinum Jubilee Year and
how it brought back a memory of my own effort when The Queen Mother endured the need for
an operation and a donor's blood very late in her long life over twenty years ago. Here it is.
Sunday 22nd May 2022 3:39 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:CATS AND RATS |
The lads have escaped league 1 at last! 😁 A little poem I did pre game.
Can you hear them?
The shipbuilder's hammer
The picks upon the seams
Drifting up from glories past
Still harbouring foretold dreams
The whispering of legends
Still bleeding red n white
The time is here, the time is now
Time to put things right!
The Roker Roar still lingers...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 11:32 am
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Winter Song (10 line challenge) | Her Words | All Fall Down... | Amistad | I Wonder If... | Idle | My Lonely Love |
The present flows rapidly behind me, as hard as I try
To hold a precious moment in my tremulous hand.
It slips. It’s gone; I watch that golden instant slide away
In the rear-view mirror of my chequered history,
Adding to all the endless acres of slurry and mud.
Our past; the opaque, unfathomable morass
Of what once happened, and can never happen again.
All the happiness, ...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 11:00 am
Also by John Botterill:Stuck in the Mud | Woodland Sanctuary | The Scan | #freedom |
You are not special,
Not painfully gifted,
You hang the leopard,
Of outstretched hand,
And spot on your breath,
The manner in which it henceforth whrithes in decay,
The smell of the foul blood in vacant memories,
Vinear and salvation,
Hospital and surgeons,
We which left behind,
Have a look in the mirror,
A memory fleeting,
Like a child in the air,
Sunday 22nd May 2022 10:07 am
Also by Alita Moore:Shivers |
Nothing touches me,
that connection I ache for
never more than fleeting
Always something there – stopping it.
Dark, insecure, stubborn.
Oh, so infinitely stubborn.
And I’m stuck here
Sunday 22nd May 2022 4:37 am
Mud puddles of refreshment
for even the fragile,
who are not too proud to drink
from a supply less inviting.
Fluid grace of movement
that pauses to quench its thirst
knowing that it must
to survive the summer heat.
The dry season is not faraway,
something the fragile know...
Sunday 22nd May 2022 1:08 am
Also by Carol Congalton:Do or Die... | A Pony Tale... | The War Machine |
Saturday 21st May 2022 8:38 pm
Also by RudyardK:Bloody mess. | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | Good to be Dutch. | (untitled) |
In the garden under the hot May sun.
Playing with Alba, having lots of fun.
We boarded a rocket, flew into Space.
Waving goodbye to the Human Race!
We circled the Stars and Moon twice.
In her little Rocket...made of juicy ice!
Back to Earth, we returned to land.
We came in fast, so I held her hand!
We had a pretend sleep, without a care.
I poured lots of water all over my hair!
Saturday 21st May 2022 8:23 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:8 Years | So Sorry Mum | 'The Party' | A New Dawn | Steps |
Poem 134 of 230: RAWTENSTALL - SPRING 2001
A whistle’s “we are off” scream,
Plus the sight and sound of steam
Against a stone tunnel-wall,
On the track to Rawtenstall.
High up from where I now dwell,
A much narrower Irwell
Flows past Rawtenstall’s station -
Making its own Bury run.
Turning to view a wide ridge,
I walked to Weavers’ Cottage,
Whose staff enlight...
Saturday 21st May 2022 1:58 pm
Also by David Franks: Walkabouts Verse:My Weekly WalkaboutsVerse, E.G., "LYTHAM AND ST. ANNE’S" |
At fancy dress parties I always have fun
Last Tuesday I went to one dressed as a nun,
I drank too much drink and I ended up drunk
And woke up on Wednesday in bed with a munk.
Saturday 21st May 2022 1:31 pm
Also by branwell kent:Magnificent | Hey-Ho | At Last, A Use For Shakespeare |
Spots red volcanoes
Creepy crater skin
White ghost face
Eye lash horror
Peach puff lips
What you need
Full make over
Mud pack needed
In the morning
Stuck like tar.
Saturday 21st May 2022 12:21 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Sleepless in Stockport | More Than A Game | Glade of Light | Sacrificed to the Gods of War |
There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
Like the one on a plane
And the one on a train
Like getting caught short in the woods in the rain.
There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
So politically correct
What did you expect
One or more types from which to select?
There’s a gender-neutral toilet in our house
How very outré
To piss that way
What would the second world war gene...
Saturday 21st May 2022 7:29 am
The dogma of the temporal nomad
is an acceptance of the evanescence
of all, from the lacklustre to the astral,
for even what purports to alter one's course
on a visceral level, has but an ephemeral tether,
and is soon to be rejected by a newborn Present,
able solely to be resurrected by a Memory
so rudimentary as to sculpt faulty forms
using mud procured from the riverban...
Saturday 21st May 2022 12:16 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Beatitude | Lullaby | Quixotic | Caustic | Resisted Paths |
When I hold you,
You melt in my arms like snow in spring
Rivers of warmth course from your body,
drowning my senses ,
blinding my eyes ,
like the piercing sun, gently washing me downstream in a flood of unconscious.
Precious moments , snatched,
You draw the laughter from my lips
Like waters from the deep well
Fathomed by hands of angels
Head throne back ...
Friday 20th May 2022 11:19 pm
Also by Edbreathe:God please save us. | Peering in | Peering in | Fool crumb |
On the subject of coffee houses
I find the Starbucks at Walsall very good
original in many ways
residing in a Birmingham Bauhaus style building
nestling enticingly off of a popular roundabout
near the ring road
you get the picture.
The serving style is second to none
and the staff have an almost come hither look
which reflects their desire to please,
and please they ...
Friday 20th May 2022 10:41 pm
Also by ray pool:WHERE THEY LOVE THE BIRMINGHAM ACCENT |
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The beautiful scenery of New Mexico! 🌵💚
Friday 20th May 2022 7:23 pm
I’m not sure how to do this…
to turn around from self-hatred.
to not despise this life of mine.
to no longer want to throw it away.
To realize it was never mine to begin with.
To be thankful for all that I do have
and to seek the flaws in my own logic.
not for self-pity,
but to reorganize my perspective
and see what I’ve had the whole time
and simply missed.
Friday 20th May 2022 6:13 pm
Also by Joseph Healy:Redundancy | He who sees it all | Expectations | Compass | Author(ity) | 3rd Hemisphere | Debating | Locus of Control | Too much to ask? | One without the Other | Den of Demons | Rebellion | Skin Deep | Spirit | I am Me | Hands-on, Hands-off | Talk the Talk | I wanna! I wanna! I wanna! | History | Simple, not Easy | Youth | Please, just listen | Everyday | Thing | Inner monster | Afraid | His truth for Me | My truth | Cyanide of the Soul | and myself? | Unknown | What scripture is for me | Nervous | Who dares stand against? | Ask a Stranger | Sunflower | Circle | House of Cards | Reflecting | Decisions | Look up | Attention spans | Next of Kin | Willing spirit, weak flesh | Bark and Bare | Another one | A psalm of my own |
‘But he came to see us!!’
She said, trying not to kick up a fuss—
‘Surely we can at least say hello—
Before they go!!’
The Disturbance Leader cast her a glance:
‘We are not here to DANCE—
Just because someone’s paid several grand
To be fancy at the Malangen Resort, on that there piece of land’.
(He pointed with his luminous green finger down at the p...
Friday 20th May 2022 11:15 am
Also by Jo Callisto:Discussions | An Hour In Time | Uranium Boy | The BIG FACTOID | Always A Student | I Can't Get Over The Beauty | What Does Autism Look Like? | The Womble-Jo Of Wales, I Am | Pink Ghost-Shoes | My Ameriglish Girl | Desideratum | Paul |
We Make Mud
We all pretend
That it's all fine
Underneath— angst is brewing
But we try our best
To both appear kind
And I pushed back
I think that you see white
That I see black
From other planets
But bound by blood
I am the rain—you are the soil
Friday 20th May 2022 6:48 am
Also by Rasa Kabaila:Freedom | Complex Creature |
It's ten years since God's non-existence was proved beyond all doubt...
A million people killed themselves in the first week
when they realised there was no inheritance for the meek
Every place of worship has turned out the lights
Members of the clergy have grandfather rights
There are no more good fights to be fought
The Pope's a concierge at Vatican City Resort...
Thursday 19th May 2022 11:03 pm
Sea cave woof boom voice
Cliffs where is it coming from?
Where is everything?
Thursday 19th May 2022 8:06 pm
Also by Jed:New Haiku |
I was once injured in a time gone by.
To describe my dread I now shall try.
I broke nine ribs and gravely hurt my arm,
I asked, 'Do I really now deserve this harm?'
Twelve days in hospital I spent,
So slowly by they all surely went.
I lost my freedom and my dignity
And no-one understood my agony.
I was in great and constant pain,
And like this I thought I wou...
Thursday 19th May 2022 7:03 pm
Loving you is painful
Like life's uncertainties
Loving you is painful
It's always wait and see
Will you make me sing
Or will you bring me tears
Claim you never knew me
Insighting all my fears
Push back folds of knowing
Tear down heartbreaks crust
I crave a touch of interest
And another trist of lust
But ever do I wonder
If mine you should compare
To all the ones that came befor...
Thursday 19th May 2022 1:12 pm
Also by Moana mai:My Incubus | The truest self | Gemini flight | The Lovers | Control | Sink |
It feels like I’ve been let into a world I’m not supposed to be in. Or am I? How would I know really, do I believe I know who I am? As if I don’t lift my head up high for those below Me and walk with my tail between my legs for the overlords!
Furious! Outrageous and grand those ideas pour over my frontal lobe wetting it. Now it is sodden, dripping in the pure filth that is vision and life.
Wednesday 18th May 2022 11:48 pm
I should be drinking
with lemon juice
for black coffee
and half a glazed donut
in the courtyard
watching the morning
traffic of bees
while the sparrows
above the head
of the cat
in the dust and sun
and so it goes,
the sky blue
as a fresh coat
dabbed with white clouds
Wednesday 18th May 2022 3:52 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Balance | The Process |
On the day God created me, he wept
Because he saw it all then.
He saw my beginning and my end.
He knew things I wouldn’t know for a long time.
Things that confused me before
But now make perfect sense.
Like when I prayed as a child--
Such a young and stupid child.
I prayed because I was supposed to,
And if I doubted that God heard,
The problem was me, and not God.
Wednesday 18th May 2022 7:04 am
Home is not the kitchen where all your meals were prepped and made,
It's where love and kindness was once shared and hate died in the shade.
Home is not the bedroom where you once laid your weary head,
It's where laughter filled your belly and curiosity challenged dread.
Home is not the bathroom where you washed and combed your hair,
It's that familiar loving hand that bathed you with ca...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 10:08 pm
I shivered at the fearsome thing,
this affliction that found you here
amongst all your beauty
I could never find the words
to offer as medals and ribbons
I wanted to give you
for wrestling and sparring
with a cruel and indifferent foe
While somehow finding the courage
to provide an embracing home
for the audacity to hope
Tuesday 17th May 2022 5:34 am
Also by Mike McPeek:A User's Guide to Mondays |
It’s a bright day, brilliant colors all struck from sunrays
And the night which followed was quiet,
Cicadas ain’t out yet, I’m still figuring out how I hear the same sounds
Miles away and still hearing ringing and shouts.
I could never make sense how the skyline is loud
How the blue feels like it’s fighting the sun in a bout,
I watch it from a window while academic papers ar...
Tuesday 17th May 2022 4:04 am
Also by Caleb Gorey:Pieris | Sunflowers |