I'd never heard the saying until we visited some years ago.
The chanting in the cloister
The pealing of the bell,
As sure as God’s in Gloucester
So all with Gloucester’s well.
It’s said that God in Heaven
Benignly chose this place
This city by the Severn
To domicile his grace.
So many towers skywards tilt
As to the clouds they’ve clawed
So many seats...
Thursday 6th May 2021 8:06 pm
You learn something every day, it seems, and a word previously unknown to me - coined by an American
philosopher - entered my existence the other day, chiming with much of what I note around me these days.
That word is "emotivism". It describes a state of mind that views things when a need or wish to see them a
certain way takes precedence of fact. The personal moral choice of what an i...
Thursday 6th May 2021 7:53 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:BEDDED BLISS |
Thursday,6th May 2021
The children are loved by all
the first arrival of a child is always called lucky
the first baby girl is called a sign of prosperity
this is deliberately chosen by an almighty
mother feels the happiest moment
and proudly presents its existence
in public or private
she has only to count dates
some hidden joy is prev...
Thursday 6th May 2021 5:44 pm
Also by Jadia4708au:Love & poetry | What is mother | Where are the old days? | Nobility & kindness | Parent exiled | Love spreads fragrance | Ink your emotions | Two words | The leader | With the mass | Rain brought smile | Love supersedes | Allow not to take over | Thoughts prevail | Save country-save people | Life is not easy | Nature's wrath | Black death rainbow | May day | Ask for an apology |
People are too afraid of their mistakes
Too afraid of the honesty of error
Too blinded by their heroes to see they are just men
Dedicated to the cause at the detriment of their clan
Our errors are just tasks
Ways to learn from actions past
Be not afraid of your imperfection
It is your commonality with man
Strive for what is noble and beautiful
And know that it is a goal ...
Thursday 6th May 2021 4:54 pm
One hot summer night beneath a rabbit-eared moon,
they walked hand in hand.
They were engaged in candid thoughts,
dreams and visions of life adjusted
to the highest good of each.
They sat on a River Run park bench
head to head, attuned to the speechless earth-songs
harmonizing in balance.
Can anything be better than this?
You seek me as I am unknown to even myself.
I have seen m...
Thursday 6th May 2021 4:10 pm
Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:A Tale of Two | Excellent for Weight Loss | Hope | May 2007 Dream | May Day |
An old black bird
hops among the cars
in the parking lot
one leg tucked in
a pirate without peg
maneuvering among the tires
and scrambling for scraps
it does the best it can
with that one good leg
yet even in its crippled state
its eyes still have that fire
that haughty look
so sure of itself
it knows it is still the smartest bird
with an eye toward m...
Thursday 6th May 2021 12:51 pm
Also by d.knape:Morning Moon | Short Poem | The Little Things I Do | Not As Young As We Used To Be | Cowboy Blues |
Where are the days
When life was sweet
Though a maddening rush
The hours were seconds
And sleep was luxury enjoyed.
Where have those days gone
When we planned weekends
Booking flights and hotels
Hot romances and beaches bare
Snowfall with springtime stroll
Where has that life disappeared
That had no sadness and despair
Nights were lovely a...
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:51 am
Also by Ghazala lari:Morning delight | Afternoon memories | Article 2: Dreams | Article 1 | Heaven on earth | Unblocked | At the front | Sound of love | So to say | Beautiful journey |
EQUAL IN GREATNESS
(For Michael Collins – Astronaut 1930-2021)
The fourth person to spacewalk
And the second
To orbit the moon alone
While fellow crew members
Buzz Aldrin and Neil Armstrong
Walked on the lunar surface
Sometimes glory is shared unevenly
But greatness often depends
On those backstage
Silently pulling levers
And watching instruments
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:36 am
Derik and Floyd
Is an American tragedy unmasked?
Both were victims of America´s flawed system of justice.
Floyd died; his life was not angelic
but he did not deserve death in the street.
Derik ended up in prison (rightly so)
but the court case was a farce.
The procedural system was ignored, the justice was not blind.
The veritas had wide-open eyes in haste to find Deri...
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:14 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:what happens to Facebook | the fear | the abbess | elderliness | what few see | love unseen |
You call me on the other side,
you mean me
you give me your little finger,
and I gather dew and cobblestones,
to make a bench,
to catch you for a moment,
because the hope in me
dies twice a day,
and the third time he is resurrected.
You mean me
at this time and that is enough.
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:13 am
Also by Sanja Atanasovska:Poisonous flowers | Crazy rhythm | Alone |
nothing's certain anymore,
I dont know what matters,
confusion paints my head,
my inhibitions lie in tatters
I've found that special one
for whom I'd long yearned
to make up for those times
I'd had my fingers burned
always terrified of women,
felt they were over-sexed,
averse to the physical side,
passion left me perplexed
seemed safer to keep awa...
Thursday 6th May 2021 11:13 am
Also by simon lucan:Grassland |
A task set to capture the moment
When I felt grateful in any way
I reflect on this week gone by
With a photograph taken every day
An evening walk along the river
The heron graceful and low in flight
The gift of a beautiful orchid
A favourite view comes into sight
Sunday dinner cooked just for me
A freshly made bed and a good nights rest
An appointment at the hairdressers
The result ...
Thursday 6th May 2021 10:46 am
Also by julie callaghan:Little Robin | The Fourth Of May | Dawn Chorus | The Covid-19 Memorial Wall | Old, New And Incomplete |
Wondering sometime about time and space
the sages would make a world of Lego:
they couldn't make a man of Lego, nor an ant.
It was the vastness of the range
from atoms to interstellar wastes
that oppressed their feeling.
They would conceive by wit
a more economical design,
a step closer to the quintessence.
And all their cousins, in the aftermath:
what pattern to follow, whose ...
Thursday 6th May 2021 10:44 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Lanterns In The Trees | Only The Relevant | Appearances |
Nick was agile - oh so smart
perfectionist in human art - one
day a clergyman had called and
Nick was badgered in the hall,
until Nick's tuneful inner parts
took time out to shame the arts.
Oh how the clergyman, full pelt,
dashed down the street and held
to his nose a handkerchief to quell
the cause. He called no more at
Nick's address, it caused the Vi...
Thursday 6th May 2021 9:18 am
Also by Philipos:BACK ALLEY MAN | MASKS | BROWNIE POINTS | GUSTS | STEPPING ON SHOES | BLIND DATE | BARBARIANS | FIRE POWER | BATTLEMENTS |
Spring's herald hangs voiceless, faceless, silent.
Now the trumpet beckons a new season,
Its first flush of life so soon sadly spent,
Energies engaged for other reasons.
Dried tobacco ponytails tumble out,
Like clay-coloured flowing rivers in flood,
Elephant hide desiccated by drought,
Parched vessels now carrying no lifeblood.
Former golden glories display no mor...
Thursday 6th May 2021 8:14 am
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:Myopsida Palmatum Atropurpureum |
There reaches that point
When you reach for the pills.
The things that you won't
The world thinks that you will.
The waiting for freedom
Is not soon enough.
The paying for wisdom
Is costing too much.
And there's nothing left.
Thursday 6th May 2021 3:58 am
Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:War Of The Sexes | The Hardest Tears | End Of The Road | Dream On | Buried Treasure |
When words fail...
The eyes speak...
When the eyes are blurred...
The tears roll...
When tears stop flowing...
The smile conveys...
When the smile stalls...
The fingers communicate...
When the fingers are entangled...
The skin sings...
When the skin is silent...
The heart beats...
When the hum of the heart lightens....
The toes tap...
When the tapping turns to a curl....
The body em...
Thursday 6th May 2021 2:31 am
“The movements of some more little red birds in the garden, like animated rosebuds, appeared unbearably jittery and thievish. It was as though the creatures were attached by sensitive wires to his nerves.”
― Malcolm Lowry, Under the Volcano
The extenuation of time into rhyme
Devil’s in the detail, in time
A confusion of contusion, a microbial illusion,
Stretches out meaning so that
Wednesday 5th May 2021 10:12 pm
Also by John E Marks:The last Byzantine | Genocide | SPRING SNOW |
Heaven is evil without you,
any place you stray,
becomes heaven itself
I remain with the scary elf.
I should be with you
where no disease can hurt you
now, you are free
of all the medicines
we are getting punished
for our sins,
now you're gone up in the clouds.
your voice resonates in me out loud.
Wednesday 5th May 2021 9:09 pm
NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. It coincides with the National Poetry Month in the United States of America and Canada. Usually it would form part of my Texas Tour, but this year, as with 2020, due to it being cancelled, I did it as a standalone project, using my tim...
Wednesday 5th May 2021 8:26 pm
From the dream
Across the sand
From the sea
Between the Land
From the laughter
Twinned with the tear
From the distance
That resides so near
From the pain
That tastes so sweet
From the broken wings
Of all flights so deceit
Calypso seeks exoneration...
A sleep in concealment
And an eternal separation
From her deceiving heart..
Wednesday 5th May 2021 4:40 pm
Also by Shruti:Melancholy | Forever Spring | A Robotic Life | Into the Past |
Lethal combat before
A Theban wailing wall.
Brother versus brother.
Polynices and his six
Against usurping Eteocles.
A double fratricide.
Not even zero-sum.
Mutual assured destruction
No longer a safety valve,
But a cold, blooded fact.
The jigsaw of hubris
Won't be complete
Until noble Antigone
Clashes with the crown
Of Creon, and marches
Wednesday 5th May 2021 3:18 pm
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Pharisaic | Kafka's Door |
With the white ring of confidence
around his neck
With a dog collar dressed
in a black suit
He said that homosexuality
was a condition
High blood pressure is a condition
Alopecia is a condition
Psoriasis is a condition
Water retention is a condition
Tinitus is a condition
According to the man in a dog collar
I have a condition
Wednesday 5th May 2021 2:48 pm
The smell of that stuff
they use to wash the water clean
it gets up your nose
when tired from swimming
Me and my friend
he teaches me all these things
Like how to keep a secret
It’s a drink inside a flask
you don’t tell, even if they ask
and I never said no
but I never said yes
Why does everything here
Busy bare ankles glimpsed
In the gap bel...
Wednesday 5th May 2021 1:53 pm
Through it I saw the real me
Turns out, it’s the figure I wanted
It reflected the brave me
Well, it’s the character I lacked
I got satisfaction in my reflection
The world saw a different image
I fine-tunned looks to my perfection
To my people it’s an ordinary picture
Foolishly I’ve lived, now I’ve learned
To carry load on my shoulder
My chest is not nearly s...
Wednesday 5th May 2021 1:16 pm
the distant duckpond
Wednesday 5th May 2021 9:02 am
Also by The Chessplayer:The Void |
Dirk was havting a problem with diarrhoea at work,
Going to the loo every 40 mins was a worry for Dirk.
A doctor asked ,"Have you had any problems with diarrhoea in the past?"
"Only once when at school and to spell it I was asked ."
Wednesday 5th May 2021 5:43 am
Also by hugh:Dog thefts | Sad Saturday sewer story |
Wednesday 5th May 2021 3:59 am
When your heart is aching
And you stop believing
When there are no tears left to cry
And hope has run dry
When the pain has dulled
And your will has died
When life has lost meaning
And nothing is worth doing
When you run out of time
And can’t get what you want
When you have lost the battle
And realize the dream is impossible
That When is my N...
Wednesday 5th May 2021 3:25 am
Also by Scattered Sun:Enabler |
I hear the hounds whine. The dust rises as they stomp and claw the dirt before me. Eyes made of moonlight and their breath, the stench of pain. I am no longer their mistress. Forsaken them for a heart. Oh wretched beasts forgive me. Allow me one more day's light above the shadows.
Wednesday 5th May 2021 12:51 am
Also by Stephanie S:On the Edge of Lust |
Strewn across the shady woodland
A sea of silver-white anemones
Each pale flower tucked within a snug nest
Set against sap green, musk scented leaves
Standing proud, above rosette-fashioned foliage
Gently tilting its star-like, thimbleweed head
At each sunrise growing brighter, as soft light
Penetrates delicate, diaphanous petals
Which tremble, twinkle, sparkle and shine...
Tuesday 4th May 2021 6:55 pm
For those who love their science fiction,
Star Wars holds the most conviction.
Set long ago and far away,
We love to watch them to this day.
We watch and see the Jedi Knights
Take on the dark side in light saber fights.
All are determined upon their course,
As some possess a power called The Force!
Luke Skywalker leads as young crusader
Against evil Emperor and Darth Vader.
Tuesday 4th May 2021 6:52 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Pubs |
She came into my life, when the loneliness was so bad
I felt as if I could end it all swiftly, with a kitchen knife
While in a frame of mind best described as desperately sad
In which I had given up on the friendliness of mankind
And empty socializing, enough of, I have had
So... I took phone in hand
And called the shadiest "Hook-up" Dating line. To take a stand
And find ...
Tuesday 4th May 2021 5:35 pm
The college master lurks behind the screen;
The innocent young student is his prey.
‘My experiment!’, he cries, triumphant.
Inside a church, remorseful priests clench hands;
Dog-tired wives can stand their fate no more.
Jealousy tears the fabric of their dreams.
Slow-witted boys are beaten to the punch;
An old man’s lust awakens from the dead.
Ambitious workers sl...
Tuesday 4th May 2021 4:49 pm
Take a shower
Put on your brand-new Couture
Walking down the street as clean as can be
Though you know your character lacks such hygiene
Carefully avoiding anything that will dirty your all-white attire
Your outfit is custom made of course
But yet the inevitable happens
The same way you ruined the previous ensemble
Destroys any hope for salvage
Tuesday 4th May 2021 3:18 pm
Forever and forged,
The great mind,
It comes in bouts,
Needles in my eyes.
The feeling of dull death,
Streaking from the center heart,
And it does not fade.
To walk in day burns,
The soles of my feet,
Summer’s beaches reek of dead pleasures.
Pressure of life,
Death besides me.
It didn't help at ...
Tuesday 4th May 2021 4:50 am
Can you read between the lines
emotions on one's fingertips
does red interact with my mind
like most of the time
Fill the gaps with warmth of human skin
How deep does it cut
Space and time bend over the lines
all across but it never felt to kind.
Monday 3rd May 2021 9:25 pm
The bright red dress
Fits perfectly with
The blood soaked wine
On the cherry red table
Like a perfectly tied bow
It comes together
To form a union
Unique to the wearer
Standing in stillness
A melting pleasure emerges
As the sun stares down
With a perverted gaze
Setting this crimson
Ablaze once more.
Monday 3rd May 2021 9:09 pm
He had a love of wild places,
high places, open spaces,
where the sun would warm your back,
but the wind would skin you.
Mountain tops with no one there,
and air so fresh and free
you’d want to breathe it forever.
At first I fought the treks,
defiant, stubborn as he
until sights became landscapes
worthy of old masters,
outweighed the slog.
I went when he could n...
Monday 3rd May 2021 6:53 pm
What is mightier...the sword or pen?
If words fall on deaf ears, what then?
If the written word is always ignored.
Can you justify the use of the sword?
What is more effective, blood or ink?
What makes people sit up and think?
When to every word you get no reply.
Is the threat of the sword worth a try?
Can you win battles with pen in hand?
Or is it just the sword they understand.
Monday 3rd May 2021 6:21 pm
Inside the garden pot the ants
had been busy behind plastic
confined in their imprinted circuitry
patterns of labour, tunnels of itch
now suddenly disturbed by my wrenching
of the Christmas tree,
enough years serving its purpose
of annual celebration,
dressed with solar bulbs and red leaves,
starved of nutrition but stubbornly surviving.
Monday 3rd May 2021 4:58 pm
Black lives matter
Stop the shatter
And the violent scatter
The feeling of gutter
With disgust and batter
No praise and flatter
We should know better
This poem is a letter
To avoid the bitter
Brightening hearts with glitter
Black lives are not litter
I am not a quitter
Find me on Instagram and Twitter
Similar to a transmitter
I am a peace fitter
And a h...
Monday 3rd May 2021 2:56 pm
Beyond this realm
Beyond the sea
Beyond this frail reality
Beyond the blue
Beyond the air
Beyond the things no longer there
Beyond the dusk
Beyond the dawn
Beyond the Twilight's sleepy yawn
Beyond the dark
Beyond the light
Beyond the tapestry of life
Beyond the planets
Beyond the stars
Beyond the galaxy's vibrant scars
Monday 3rd May 2021 2:19 pm
why do we have to write poetry
why do we have to watch this
do I have to write about about my feelings
I’m playing Roblox instead
yes because yes because
we have to live before we die
we have to try to kiss the sky
to discover what’s inside you
more than you can see touch taste
measure dissect or calculate
we have to try to find our humani...
Monday 3rd May 2021 1:17 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Writing for non-readers | Ufos | Let it happen to you |
Forgive your enemy.
You may find,
that there is only one
person to forgive.
Sometimes one must pray to satan,
to maintain balance in the conversation.
Monday 3rd May 2021 8:02 am
at the kerbside bluebells smudge
a pallid watercolour cobalt wash,
a haphazard swathe of beautiful inky milk,
that mists the eye,
don’t stare at bluebells
their colour crystallizes and the vague effect
dissipates becominng real, hard, solid
and in losing their otherworldliness
they shrink and parch, submitting meekly
to the sturdy custard primroses.
© Graham Sh...
Monday 3rd May 2021 12:20 am
I was made in England
And charged with English blood
In England born and bred
I’ve got England in my head
I’ve walked on English lanes
And breathed in English air
It’s English ground I tread
And I’ll be English until I’m dead
I speak the language of England
The same as Shelley and Keats
For the English words we speak
Are the words that make...
Sunday 2nd May 2021 8:06 pm
I traded pints for press ups,
Mad mess ups for sit ups,
Traded Cocaine and shame, for a better perspective of life’s game,
Drug running to running Miles,
Now running and lifting for no other reason than for this feeling of freedom,
Traded mistakes for nights in with protein shakes,
A hang over and hanging my head, for ownership of my own head space ...
Sunday 2nd May 2021 5:26 pm
Waking at three again and still no promise of dawn.
As if to tame them we apportion names, this one
Jorge, though it’s all the same to those who looked out
from cave, from hovel, from blasted heath --- rain
and wind bringing havoc to this or some other night.
A slow start, a few drops against the window pane,
as if initialising, as if uncertain, and then
the wind picking up, the ra...
Sunday 2nd May 2021 2:56 pm
For anyone who is missing a loved one, especially a beloved pet x
I hope there’s a heaven for horses,
where the meadows are deep, lush and sweet,
with a shady spot under the oak trees,
for old friends to nuzzle and meet.
The nights will always be balmy,
with star-studded dark moleskin skies,
and mornings wake cool, still and gentle,
‘til the sun rises soft by and ...
Sunday 2nd May 2021 8:29 am