I love the cool simplicity of you
that you're not complicated,
that I know how to please you
and the shape of happiness today
will be the same in a year.
I love the way you wake and stretch
towards the promise of morning,
that neither unkindness nor injustice
have tainted or diminished you.
You are spring dawn perfume
the suggestion of distant c...
Monday 30th November 2020 1:40 am
Also by john short:MARKET DAY |
Stranded on this figmentation of reality
Deciding between light and dark
Overshadowed by our failures
Head kept afloat by all that is good
In the arms of the great abyss
You have two options
To give oneself up
or to tread the seamless glass
Monday 30th November 2020 1:17 am
Also by Cody Roach:Woman | Dream a dream | (untitled) |
After the cremation service the fresh air.
"I never forget a mask,"
I said to someone i'd never met,
an attempt at grim humour.
The embarrassing marquee behind us
pallbearers upright in their black masks,
so long in the waiting.
Truth is I had felt disconnected
but grief can spread like ripples
from a stone cast into water
at the downcast head of one
Sunday 29th November 2020 10:17 pm
Also by ray pool:RAFFIA MAT | A HUMBLE COTTAGE | THE WONDER OF WOOLIES' | CANINE CAPERS | AFTER THE CLOCKS GO BACK | HYPOCHONDRIAC | NON ESSENTIAL |
My heart loved like a racecar
But my anxieties never let me switch lanes
I saw you from afar, I admit
Though I believed your curious eyes
Were a figment of my imagination
Then we collided,
And you left me cold, frozen in the snow
My heart still loves like a racecar
But the collisions don't hurt as bad as they
Sunday 29th November 2020 10:17 pm
Also by M3RK:End of the Road | Hurt Me | Long Gone | Star Gazin' |
let your index finger
gently lift towards her
in one smooth motion
keep your eyes
fixed on hers
let your jitters simmer
open your hand
thumb pointing at your chin
fingers pointing up
roll your fingers across
the front of your face
in clockwise fashion
like a carousel
shadows to glimmers
end with your fing...
Sunday 29th November 2020 10:13 pm
Also by Candice Reineke:Pink Lady | Overthinker | Drive |
I was out walking today
Trying to clear my head
After a morning of too much study, Twitter
On the way to town, listening to jazz
I tried to slow down my mind
Counting flat, fallen autumn leaves
Making words from number plates
Avoiding kids on their bikes.
I came out of Boots with
My blue sweets for the weekend
And stopped for a double espresso.
Sunday 29th November 2020 8:52 pm
"Hello, little boy, could I speak to your father?"
-Father's in the dairy milking the cows.
"Okay, little boy, could I speak to your mother?"
-Mother's in the meadow shearing the sheep.
"All right, little boy, could I speak to your brother?"
-Brother's in the hen house collecting the eggs.
"Well then, little boy, could I speak to your sister?"
-Sister's in her bedroom...
Sunday 29th November 2020 7:36 pm
Also by branwell kent:Be Careful | Self Pity | Food | Every Single Word Of This Is True | Help | Dance Dance Dance Dance | Unmetamorphosis | Priorities |
The mind is full of them of course
the passageways of thought which
brought us to this conversation - I
have shuttered now my receiver on
the phone, having spoken at length
to my grandaughter for our catch up
conversation - about the Inns of Court
and grand Metropolis - where on the
foggier nights, wraiths go drifting by,
bringing those yesterdays into presence...
Sunday 29th November 2020 7:10 pm
Also by Philipos:MIRROR IMAGES | ALAS | POIGNANCE | CATNAPS | HOLLOW IMAGININGS | TWINKLES | BACCY | ORDER, ORDER | POLYHEDRON VIEWS | THROUGH PASSAGES | AWAKENING | BEAKS | SPECIAL DELIVERY | OCEANS DEEP | A FOREIGN FIELD | LOST SIGNAL | EXPOSURE | A BLUE RHAPSODY | MIASMA | EFFUSIONS | HARROWS | NIMROD | SPOT CHECKS | MARCHING ORDERS | UHM | ASHES TO ASHES | SIRENS | FORTUNE'S LOT | OFF SHORE HAUNTS | MUNCHAUSEN | WAVES | CAMERAS | THROUGH CURTAINS | GOLF BALLS | MASQUERADE | BRANCHES | HARD HATS | SHADOWS | PRUDENCE | MUD | CAUSATION | ESSENCES | THE TOWPATH | A RURAL LANE | OBLIVION | THE LIGHTED CANDLE | UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS | SHAMROCKS | MULCHING LEAVES |
Lets take a walk through the field of screens,
And the laden angles,
Besides dirt carved with plyers.
Being the grass,
May wave in wind,
But I know the sun burns holes into dark rock.
And feet laden,
Heavy with my blood.
But don't waiver,
Because it can tell,
To not tip in the sea because fascism is still alive.
The rats that burrow beneath lands of steel,
And arrows that lay laden by the dea...
Sunday 29th November 2020 6:38 pm
Also by Alita Moore:Slimy Hands | Dead Dreams | waiting | mine | It's all the same | selfishness | winter fell cold |
Life may not be perfect
But sadness isn’t worth it,
And no matter how bad it gets,
Or whatever the world may expect
I’m not done hoping yet.
I could weep, I could cry
But what would that buy?
Another moment of misery?
Or instead I could smile
And then at least I’d be lifted.
And life may not be great
But happiness shouldn’t wait
So no matter what
I’ll enjoy what I’ve got
I’m not ...
Sunday 29th November 2020 6:29 pm
Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:Lost (Where is Home?) | Imitating Nature | I Thank My Fortune |
Inspired by: The Land is Fallow by keith jeffries
The Winter Solstice 21st December 2020
On this the shortest day, our year shall die
And echo down centuries humankind’s cry
People singing and dancing to drive away the dark
Lighted candles, the smell of pine needles and crackling bark
Hung in corners with evergreen hues
Holly berries so red that birds have not...
Sunday 29th November 2020 5:59 pm
Also by Paul Sayer:sad but true | It’s Black and White. | Cloud seeding | Please HELP! | Winter | Justice Of The Peace | That Vacant Gaze | Wheres that poem? | The Smegroyd’s Moonlight Flit… A Norfolk Mardle* | Anti-social media. | Cummings and goings... | Dead behind the eyes | The Poet who dared | Kowtow | 6 Today, Happy Birthday | Guy ‘Guido’ Fawkes… November 5th 1605 | Picture this Scene | The Day of all True Saints |
Helping the poor
Is on my list for sure
They are still one of us
Without money and shelter thus
My duty is to look after them
Being a beautiful gem
With a generous heart and soul
That has always been my goal
Giving some of my earning
Without betrayal or turning
Hoping to put a smile on their face
Showing them my love and grace
Probably not their fault
Sunday 29th November 2020 5:16 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:Flavours Of Cooking | The Perfect Poet | That Time Of Season – Winter | Want To Party | Size Does Not Matter | Never Loved You | Single | Trust | Move To The Rhythm | Memories | Festival Of Lights | I Am The Girl | Smile | Fly With Me | Freedom | I Am Real | Father | The Missing Sunday | The Parcel Courier | Loneliness | Lockdown Blues | Keep Trying | Hatred | Dance It Out | Love Is Blind |
The Land is Fallow
The land is fallow, the virus has struck
the grass weeps and the fields sleep
Trees stand bare as onlookers stare
the land is fallow for a while, a year
The land is pock marked with tangled weeds
no longer is it time to sow the seeds
People retreat to the warmth of their hearth
nothing is achieved on inertia's path
Clouds and rain no lon...
Sunday 29th November 2020 4:55 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Stillness | Held in Abeyance | They danced the Tango | After the Cabaret - impending doom | Lockdown | Acceptance | A Tribute to Decency | The Divide of Prejudice | Inner Conflict | You would have found me.... | A Mysterious Warmth | Darkness and Light |
Past pain learned
Burned within our hearts
We set flames
Our inner demons
That anything that provokes
Fixated on the remote
Event that occurred
Reliving the feeling
The heart's been concealing
We push away
The one we think is causing the pain
When it's our own projection
That we need to heal
Slowly start to ...
Sunday 29th November 2020 3:38 pm
Also by Amy walcott:Withered | Blinded | I'll Be There | Story | Withered The Storm | Always | A Nights Journey | no one wins.. |
After checking the oil for the chain
and a quick pull on the starter rope
my father’s chainsaw cuts through the branches
Stainless steel teeth offer no quarter
The quickly turning blade suggests danger in unsure hands
regardless, his grip is firm and confident
Swift and experienced strokes
make short work of the green and sap-filled wood
Fine powder sawdust drifts across my arms
Sunday 29th November 2020 3:31 pm
Also by Mike McPeek:Axel | Squirrel and Crow | In The Night | Bad Poetry Blues | The Mayor of Occidental | cassie and josh |
dream about turning it off
think about getting up
fantasies become elaborate
as the mirror moves away
sweat you know nothing about
dreaming in the supermarket
words in advertisements
start to call your name
waiting for you
giving up security
is all you have to do
embracing your fears
Sunday 29th November 2020 2:14 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Your Cult | Teaching a kid to read | My sick sense | You left the meeting | Different Countries | Moi??? | Moving Situations and Overheard Conversations | Review of "Pocket Blues" | half-fascists | Browsing History | Twinkie Defense |
I don't like the word Diversity
all it means now is
someone is not allowed to speak
because they are not
the right color
the right sex
the right race
the right minority
diversity now means silence
no one can have a different opinion
if so they are shouted down
and barred from speaking
as strange as that sounds
it is what is going on today
Sunday 29th November 2020 12:43 pm
Also by d.knape:Enjoying My Self | Bathroom Candle | Writing Out Loud | MISTAKES | Success Rate | NIGHTLIGHT | LITTLE WREN | LEGACY | INSEX | Customer Survey | Footprints On Our Floors | My Teeth | Little i | Busy People | Autumn Leaves | Hope In Their Hearts | The House Guest | Someone Said | The Company of Crows | Two Days At A Time | Taking Chances | A Place | Coin Toss | Platform Guidelines | Ode to Terry Quinn | Tree Stump---a poem by O.L.Buzzerd | Blue Moon |
As I sit back and look at life in front of me.
I see mostly shades of gray of what could be.
Out of focus paths to take each with their own rewards and of course pain.
What’s the cost going to be it’s a gamble in all honesty,We play the odds at best we guess.
The reason is because we don’t know all the facts about anything in life or death.
Can you be sure any of this is reality, I ...
Sunday 29th November 2020 12:38 pm
butchery cuts it for Ruby,
well known for her brisket,
who gave men a wide berth
for she didn't like to risk it
offal unresponsive, so she
fondled the odd carcase,
pined for sheep's eyes to
tenderize her pining ass
Ted sold her pork products,
poor Ruby was easy meat,
his pies and sweetbreads
just swept her off her feet
his pig's trotters stumbling...
Sunday 29th November 2020 11:48 am
Also by simon lucan:Trapped In Amber | Downstage | Back To Basins | Cinematic | Drop The Tears | A Long Walk | Ageless Heart | Needles Under The Tree | From A Clear Sky | Blooms | Heartfall | Ella's Fitter | The Swinger | Smouldering | Out of Somewhere Blue | A Handle For My Pillow | Longbow Covid | Oiling My Machinery | Beaten By The Belle | Desperate Times Two | The Chapters I Remember | Unbuckled By Angels | Left Luggage | Love Left Rusting In The Rain | Pins Drop | Her Sunset Came Too Early | Carnage | The Woes Of Needy Lovers |
On a visit to the Morrison’s I took a bloke to task -
The dozy twat had no idea of how to wear his mask;
He wore it underneath his nose; I asked him in the shop
If he wore his underpants with his prick flopped out the top.
Sunday 29th November 2020 10:13 am
Also by John Coopey:THE NOB NURSE | THEY DIDN'T KNOW THEY WERE BORN | THE FASTEST STEAM TRAIN IN THE WORLD | TORY BULLY | WEREWOLVES OF SELBY | BARN DANCE (PROGRESSIVE) | I MISS THE MAN THAT I USED TO BE | IT'S ALL OVER NOW | "IT WAS 20 YEARS AGO TODAY" | BUCKET LIST | I'M A LOSER | BOOTS | LITTLE BASTARDS (TRICK OR TREATING) |
I notice something while I wait at a red light.
It happens most days when I look to my right.
I just happened to idly look around as you do.
The sort of thing you do in long traffic queue.
I see a man standing by a large window bay.
I see the same man standing there every day.
He's about 3 floors up in house standing tall.
An Arkles Lane house with a red bricked wall.
The man looks imm...
Sunday 29th November 2020 10:05 am
Also by Mike Bartram:For All Our Bus Drivers! | Arkles Road/Stanley Park | Suerte | The Lifeblood | No Shop Tills Ring | The Sun and Stars | To Be A Fish | Longing For Normality To Return | Friday The 13th 2020 | The Carry | Never Born To Fight | The King of The Fair | Sun and Ice | Pictures Of You |
The Grimstone Vampire
Granny’s Slugshaw was sat watchin’ t’telly
When something rattled her windowpane
She thought.. What the chuff is all that noise
It wasn’t forecasted to rain
So she got up and pulled her curtains back
And saw Vlad… just hanging there
Upside-down.. by his feet… like a bat
With his cloak, and his raven-black hair
Sunday 29th November 2020 9:07 am
Also by kJ Walker:The Man Who Could See Behind Himsen | The People I Never Have Met |
What does it take to be able to regard yourself as a good person, hmm?
What does it take?
Is it that you always give to charity?
Or have the clarity to never make a mistake?
What does it take?
Maybe you tithe, give money to God and think it odd that others don’t,
Or won’t, is that their mistake?
To want to have and eat every single slice of the cake?
And if all of their professed notio...
Sunday 29th November 2020 9:06 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Because | Roy | Moments | Counting Sand | The Cracked Glass | Conscience, My Conscience | Sewing Needles | Cricket Bats & Persian Cats | Defiance |
stop sitting in that Paris street
you know I hate it when you crash
through all the flags that people wear
and all the chords are played by shoes
in the music of the crowds
with melodies of rushing by
while you sip coffee graciously
the whole wide world will brush your arm
and stirring won’t control the flow
your thoughts are slowly leaking
eventually the da...
Sunday 29th November 2020 8:40 am
Also by Clive Culverhouse:Myre’s Mire |
Because I am what I am.
And I do what I do.
I leave hooks in the water, for people like you.
My bait is different, a curiosity you see.
I fish the bottom waters also.
That is where I knew you would be.
I put it out there, this is true.
Everything about me you already knew.
While I play with your women.
And have them freely, as my toy.
You bit the hook also.
Sunday 29th November 2020 7:55 am
Also by J.D. Bardo:The Gift | My life | Meeting St. Peter | The Thanksgiving Poem | What I do not see, cannot hurt me. | Within the confines of my Cranium. | My Best Friend | Caution ! Door swings both ways. | My Prayer for Peace, (and its answer) | Giving "Thanks" | Thinking | Memories | Patience | My education | A letter to Leah (untitled) | a BAD start to the year 2020 | The LAZY student | THE FIFTH BARDO | What scares ME |
An elderly couple in church sat in the front row,
The husband turns to the wife and says,"To the loo I must go,
I've just let off a long silent smell."
Wife says,"Replace the battery in your hearing aid as well !"
Sunday 29th November 2020 7:33 am
Also by hugh:A message from the hereafter | "We were counting on you !" | A horrific meal | Too old for passion | Urgent 999 call , thief takes the cake | Age definitely mattered | Finally Sid's bid did win | Cannibal caff !! | Don't drink and drive !! | It's good to laugh. Keep laughing ! | Bill and the ducks | Caught red handed | I hate school ! | Friday the 13th | An early warning silenced | "I gave up drinking in the 2nd lockdown, a return to normality" | It just didn't work out ! | No longer a dunce. Well done !! | Two ghosts caught trick or treating on Halloween | A painting competition | Heads or tails-Trump or Biden ? | The benefits of being working class. | Don't dither and delay ,make covid go away. Close schools | Deaf | Armed police called out in Westminster ! |
I can hardly speak but I try:
my brain falls silent, still
it is the dying of the day
when a ferment of tenses
leads me up many cold-cut cul de sacs..
I linger on a moonlight-figure
palely mirroring the sparkling frost,
she’s gone but never lost.
Suspicious of the silences within
outside is wild, the colour of blood
soaks into the sky.
A barge meanders down the river
on a ...
Sunday 29th November 2020 12:22 am
Also by John E Marks:Johnny Keats and the Footloose Cavaliers | Hypocrisy | The stolen child | French kissing | My Sweetheart the Drunk | A Rainy September | Feed your head | Squaddie | For Jack Merritt and Saskia Jones | Roman de la rose | The time of our lives | Milk and Honey | For Kassia: a bold and beautiful Byzantine poet | GHOST WRITING | Shadowland | No place to be | An inception into art | A withering | Along the Unhallowed way | For the stoic and the silent | When the poet ceases singing | ALL SOULS’ DAY |
Saturday 28th November 2020 5:40 pm
Also by Vautaw:Shadow Dancing | Malignant Love | Get Your Affairs In Order | Full Moon Rising |
Poem 199 of 230: BEDE’S WORLD - WINTER 2002/3
During Advent, I returned to Bede’s World,
Where I, already read, was further schooled,
Via walks through the museum, the farm,
The ruins, and the church with its old arm,
Plus the herb garden - raised beds, kept with care:
Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme all there.
With gifts, I left, after some four hours,
To round off, at ...
Saturday 28th November 2020 5:08 pm
I thought the fog was thinning
walking along a country lane.
I thought a figure, just like me,
walked ahead along the country lane.
I thought the figure seemed suspended
puppet-like, on a cord
feet just happening to brush the ground.
I can tell you now that later
I would practise the same technique
when I needed to raise my game.
Discerning no features to the figure
I provided my o...
Saturday 28th November 2020 4:33 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Poetry For Health | Poor Lives Matter |
Evicted from his house
In a dark and cold night
He walked down the deserted alley
A bright light slowly showed the way
The path of hope that was crossed by shadows
Is this really the right path?
The wind whispered
The dead leaves were creaking
An owl hooted
What was the hidden message?
His stomach was growling
His body wa...
Saturday 28th November 2020 2:04 pm
Also by oussama elmanar:The cold war |
At the end of his life
he became a man of letters
On the bed
above his head
the letters DNR
(he's better off dead)
Saturday 28th November 2020 1:51 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Strictly Speaking | Gone | Hughie and Ruth | On Trial, In Denial | Tea Making | The Panic Buyer | Hiding Behind the Sofa |
I’m late, I’m late
For a very important date
I don’t mind you see
If it’s a blind date or three
‘Cos I prefer not to know
What she looks like and so
I just turn up, give her a sultry look
and then hope for the best
(you can imagine the rest)
Now in my mind’s eye
She’s a looker, that’s why
I always prefer, to buy
flowers for her
But I’ve had too many sh...
Saturday 28th November 2020 1:46 pm
Also by Rick Varden:Alexa and Siri (a digital love story) | Mystery Girl | Remember and Respect |
On blue moons,
and broken beds -
I have moments
opens the cage,
to let my own bluebird
fly across a blank page.
My caged bird sings
in tweets of pain,
ball and chain
the telephone lined terrain
of purgatories page.
Painting the space
in hues of blue,
birthed by ballpointed dissection
Saturday 28th November 2020 8:37 am
Also by Rob Cohen:Salvātiō | life is beautiful | ¿ claustrophobia ? | - dementia - | the passion of creation (art by Leonid Pasternak) | ̶2̶7̶-̶C̶L̶U̶B̶ | Remember Who You Are | i contain multitudes | Darker Than Silence (For Leonard Cohen) | dead inside // alive online | Lives + Afterlife (RIP Derek Mahon) | The Poet's Solution | The Poet's Curse | Downstairs People | Restore the factory settings of my heart | MMXX Death's Dance of Deliverance |
Tall trees stand to attention
Still and silent in the chilly air
A dusky scene in late Autumn
Of a road that leads nowhere
On parade like proud soldiers
Bare branches reach up high
The evening moon shines bright
In a blue grey November sky
Saturday 28th November 2020 8:06 am
Also by julie callaghan:Boring (Ode To Lockdown) | Christmas Shopping | December Poinsettia | Why Has Christmas Come So Early | Vaccine | Lockdown Birthday | Late Autumn Scene | I Miss You | Where, What, Who, When | After Show Party | Social Media | Go On Now Go | World Kindness Day | Lockdown Strictly Not Dancing | Don't Say Goodbye On Christmas Day | He Came In Uninvited | Remembrance Day 2020 | A Poem A Day.....Before And After | The Brink Of A PandeMINK | Penny For The Guy | Hygge |
Do you know that the biggest star that belongs to the night dares every day to keep you warm?
And we love the sun’s warm, but what would the sky look like without the moon’s bright?
Don’t you know that you must need to go dark before you can truly shine?
Otherwise, how would we be able to see the best stars if it wouldn’t be for the nightfall?
Don’t you realize?
You are the biggest ...
Saturday 28th November 2020 2:56 am
Also by Raquel Lacayo:They say |
So when are we all going to grasp the divide and conquer mantra?
When will we all unite and let love show us the answer?
A brother in Uganda, he’s resents the common white man
He knows this world has not been kind to the people of his land
Still he falls for the divide and conquer trap
Believing women are inferior and men have something that they lack
A Jewish siste...
Saturday 28th November 2020 1:59 am
he says as it relates
to a date
of another first
It reminds me of things
I shouldn’t hold onto.
It shouldn’t matter
when I first noticed
the way light hits his beard,
or how his colors blend
as in a Monet,
only that I see them.
It shouldn’t matter
when those butterflies first flew
from our insides;
only that they fly every time.
It shouldn’t matter
Saturday 28th November 2020 12:21 am
Also by kimberly:Who Has Your Tongue | It Can Be Wonderful and Terrible, But It Always Tickles the Right Spot | Speak for the Trees | Coastal Wanderers |
Magellan Straight Chile.
I was sailing on the water
Looking down I could see my face
I imagined me down in a cool dark place.
My boots chafed my blistered feet.
It was just like yesterday
A fathomless bottomless canned repeat.
Staring in that cool dark place.
I stumbled to my cabin
It was just a mess.
I decided I had to clear the deck!
My feet still hur...
Friday 27th November 2020 11:50 pm
Also by I'm not a poet:unnamed | Gare Du Nord 1978 | Lost Love I miss You My Glasgow Girl | A million miles away | My Crazy Diamond | Blues For David. | Dream dancing | Lest we forget. | Remember. | Devil Take You |
I stole the soul of the moon,
Kept it unclothed to illume
Dark, deserted manor rooms
And fireflies that forever loom
Above fifty forsaken tombs.
I secured that piece for me,
Kept it between creases deep
And verses of revered poetries
Written on the tattered leaves
Of my hands rickety.
But then came a shooting star,
Its hands stocked with bits of its ...
Friday 27th November 2020 6:37 pm
I came upon a man, unsettled
Wandering a barren land
He'd lost his hope and joy somewhere
So, I took his trembling hand
I told him I had lost my heart
And my soul had flown away
But, together, perhaps, we could find
A better place to stray
We came across a weeping girl
With skin of obsidian black
Her flesh was torn & gaping red
Where the whip ha...
Friday 27th November 2020 5:21 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Starlight | To Bloom | A Place Where Mushrooms Grow | A Winter Escape | The Old Garden Gate | Nirvana |
Feudal power ravages the petals of the rose with chlorophyll schemes of machiavellian ferocity.
Sometimes witing comes from inspiration and/or inspiration comes from writing. A before and after one can be certain of.
Pornography does nothing for me but disappoint so I'm glad I have a good imagination.
When just to type is the most enjoyable thing one can imagine doing....
Friday 27th November 2020 5:02 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Lover Give Me More | Holy Blasphemy Mother Of God | Groaning and Moaning From Impossible Mouths | Remember the Silence | The Little Girl As Wise Crone | Cognition Eggs Explode with Genius | Evil Messiah | Satan's Blues | The Joy Of Breaking Things And The Unhappiness Of Pleasure |
In grainy films of black and white
The weather’s always dull and cold.
The people, overcoated, hunched,
Appear, before their time, too old.
A mother, barely thirty-one,
Seems far advanced in middle age,
While flat-cap dad who spits and coughs
Has lost all sparkle and all rage.
It must have been a heady mix,
The wartime rations, fags and booze.
Friday 27th November 2020 4:42 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:In the darkness | Foundations | Death of a Tourist | Primrose Hill | I want | Roses | Fingers crossed | I know | The shape of the trees | Our distant friend (Remembering Nobby Stiles) |
Could I be too cynical
In being so critical
Of a world political
And thus paralytical
It is unforgivable
Far too many imbeciles
Whose acts are despicable
Yet sadly predictable
Are held unaccountable
Such crimes insurmountable
And never rescindable
Have we reached the pinnacle
The answer equivocal
Friday 27th November 2020 3:59 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Artificial Intelligence | Of Stardust |
I know this woman and I have seen the rest
I can go overboard and say she’s the best
She can take all the pain and then the stress
Will not show on her face, any sign of duress
There is a smile always that lays all at rest
Even when there is daunting task at behest
To me that’s the hallmark of a great human
Who lives for her loved ones, a life selfless
Let God bestow her wi...
Friday 27th November 2020 2:56 pm
Also by DINESH BHASKAR SHETTY:Gods Portrait ( Dedicated to Mount Fuji ... Japan ) | Distant Thoughts |
The greenest valley spread far and wide
Slowly settlement starts on either side
Bronze age people, eventually two villages grew
Looking from a distance at one another, what next to do?
Great plans are conceived, as elders confer to discuss
To be better able to trade, a track we’ll make between us
The Dodman by description, early surveyor of the land
Making sure the track was s...
Friday 27th November 2020 7:56 am
Also by firstname.lastname@example.org:Wisdom Of The Tree | To Be Alone - Grizedale | Stoneproof in Avebury | Castlerigg Stone Circle | Druid’s Temple - Inspired by the Birkrigg Stone Circle near Ulverston | The River & The Sea | Be Beautiful... | Art on 5th Avenue - The Guggenheim | Farming Through Time | Oneness | Where It All Began | Every Day A Celebration (even the 5th of November!) | The Jacket | City Life - Follow Your Bliss | Now Truly Living | A Gift For You |
A Small and Simple Song
I'm of the easy, the gentler kind,
No counter of time as old Earth turns,
No twister of fate for the willfully blind;
My path's clear where the fair light burns.
I sing a small and simple song,
Lifted high by humble meter;
Largo textures, placid and strong:
A steady beat's all the sweeter.
The rhythm of my waking days
Is the song...
Friday 27th November 2020 3:03 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:Dream | A Quiet Place | Vanishing Point | My Brother's Eyes | Paradise Road | A Tower | The Listener | First Light |
Your eyes are on backwards, you're speaking in tongues
Expelling rancid breath from corrupted, rotting lungs
Breaking all the rungs on your plummet down the mineshaft
Rehearse, react, try to quote fact to the faceless
Spaceless outside brain, watching rain stain window
Bend low and embrace me, or mace me, debase me
Give it time and time will erase me, and thee
Thursday 26th November 2020 8:10 pm
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They arrive on warm waves,
rising and falling with the swell,
jostling among themselves
accommodatingly, as if happy
to be undulating thus on a whim,
whichever current takes their fancy.
They move by convulsions,
as if suddenly repulsed by where they’ve been.
Today the sea is full of them,
thousands of floating umbels,
medusas that bring the gulls swooping down.
So many, as i...
Thursday 26th November 2020 5:16 pm
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Small agile grinning implike being
a whirlwind with magic feet
streetkid's eye for an opening
sphere stolen with incredible dexterity.
It must have seemed to him
redress for youthful hardship
from penury to affluence.
Excesses of every kind
his many women forgiving
except the white lady,
who held him in thrall.
Generous on the pitch and in life,
Thursday 26th November 2020 1:08 pm
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