I miss before I was numb
Now there's just a body of blood
In a rainstorm that's washing that away
To remind myself on the absence of life
So cut the center and fill it with your desire
I'll always be fucking empty
I was beaten into bloom
All the petals gave to the Firefly
Just to watch her use them to open up
It wasn't me it was the snake in the garden
Something about the glimmer in his ...
Sunday 18th August 2019 2:25 am
Also by Damon Blackery:A Disturbing Fear of Bitter Blasphemy Broken Upon All The Wounds | (untitled) | 01101001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 | Family Man | Melancholy | Lately | 24 Hours | Poem For Death | sorry | ... The Way I See Things | Split Personality (T&A) | Firefly | New Affinity |
Serendipity came my way, on a blowy Lancaster day
Blown in all the way from Cal-i-forni-i-a, an idea of a girl
That I kept in my head, long after she was dead
Except in great extremity when I'd gamble all that I had
On her not being sad. But, maybe, I was wrong and Jenny
Had sung a bitter-bitter-song. A song of her declining days
Drifting into a frustration-opoid-filled Palo Alt...
Sunday 18th August 2019 1:32 am
Also by John E Marks:VORTEX | Dark Star | On the Brink | Hearts are thrown at Strangers aren’t they? | STUTTERER | Sonnet | A BOTTLE-NECK BLUES | Moon, moon | The beautiful Cathars of Languedoc | The Last Judgement | THE SNOT-GREEN (WINE-DARK) SEA | HOLY BROKENNESS | A continuing chaos: An American fugue | Under the Moon: An American contrapuntal | i.m. Paul Leon | a wuthering whispering wind | Rhapsody | The season of the witch | Echoes of history | A blackbird sings on Bluebird hill | John Keats 1795-1821 | An old-fashioned sonority | At the wedding of the dead | REQUIEM | space-time horizon |
Sunday 18th August 2019 1:15 am
It was a stupid thing to ask,
how is the pain?
“it’s painful, that’s all I can say”
delivered with your trademark wit,
so close to the end of things.
As expected, 3am this morning
you took your leave,
quietly as usual, understated
the text message brief,
like a wartime telegram.
Me, left behind to grieve
hope you’re walki...
Sunday 18th August 2019 12:21 am
Samaritan minded volunteers
stockpiling in the wherever's
heart and soul provided provisions
for the life shadowed
the many struggling of today's society
who would prefer to be someone else
further up the food chain of life
not chained to the lower levels by circumstance.
I'm a hoper, that their lives reparations
will begin here.
Food the main factor, but not the only...
Saturday 17th August 2019 11:23 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:Slate quarries | optimistically rallying non-defeatist rhyme | Night struggle | last let down | who stole the fucking STOP RIGHT FUCKING NOW! sign? ( eco rant ) | Credence | Again the fall out | Struggle of the unwanted |
It's what has been reaped
From all that's been sown
Connecting the threads
On old foundations laid
Saturday 17th August 2019 10:09 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Tarot Reader | War on Worry | Save your poem | Full Moon Rebirth | Deal or No Deal | What I learnt from a tree | A Poetic Heart | Awoke | Thinking Man's Crumpet | Moth in Moonlight | A Dating Conversation | *Tramsendental Love* |
Drawn together, as two like souls
Each suffering our own pains
Each just starting to carve our own path
In the uncertain journey of life
Fate and her forces that be
Brought us together
Broken hearts, Broken dreams
Afflictions and Addictions
We met head on
We bonded and soothed each others hurts
We gave each other support and strength
We became lovers and friends
Saturday 17th August 2019 9:03 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Don't Sell Your Soul Part I (re-post) & Part II | Trouble | Whoa |
Death, dying, passing, departure, dissolution
The fear of the end, but why
For some the end is the only answer
For some the darkness is the light
For some it is the saving grace from the hell of the light
This world can be so cruel, so cold, so unfair
For some the only answer is a bottle, a pill, a blade
Those are the people we push away, we judge, when they may not have found...
Saturday 17th August 2019 7:22 pm
If you peep at them now via
the distance of modernity
there is something rather
quaint about the old steam
boats that belched black smoke
through painted funnel tops – or
had salt-caked smoke stacks and
crews ate their hard tack biscuits
in more challenged times like war
Life-boat drills were moments for young
ones like me at the time, and meant scaling
down the lo...
Saturday 17th August 2019 7:17 pm
Also by Philipos:WOODBINES | SILENCE | (untitled) | LILYPADS | SCRIPTS | HI TECH SOLUTIONS | GULLS | MARBLES | ANTS | SCENT |
visualization 1.33, promontory (topography in the digital age--I know this place like the back of my hand)
lock away every sin against fragility stack upon stack
inside great towers like time compartmentalizing
the compounding sounds of nascent hostility
from the acrid smell of fear
I am building a city, you know...
hemming in every needling derision that slips subtly under thickened skin
binding up every bludgeoning chill that hits the bone and ensures I'm broken in
In the hea...
Saturday 17th August 2019 7:08 pm
Also by elPintor:rare birds |
Saturday 17th August 2019 7:06 pm
MUSINGS WHILE STARING AT HEATHER
August’s more reluctant dawns mark shorter summer days
and darker dusks on beloved Blackdown Ridge, splashing
heatherspreads of violet blue and myriad hues of
purples, pinks midst random sprays of mottled mauves;
as if to mark the Northern reaches of the nation’s
newest Park, its endowment designed to accommodate
its spine, the ancient South D...
Saturday 17th August 2019 5:02 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:MIND GAMES |
Come all you groaners - get in line...
To take your turn at the Shrine of Whine.
And take comfort that you're not alone
In your urgent need to have a moan.
Never before in the human story
(now a sort of Jackanory!)
Have people known the opportunity
To whinge and cuss with such impunity,
With the righteous feeling of self-pity
That assumes this life is sad and shitty,
Saturday 17th August 2019 4:16 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:CREDO | BRING ME SUNSHINE | REPEAT AFTER ME | THE GLOBAL MEDIA |
These lies are real,
They live on
While the truth is killed,
Murdered right in front of us
In freedom we trust
Addicted to the game,
You can’t get enough,
Stab yo brother in the back
To feed your lust,
Everyone’s an enemy,
We’re all addicts
Looking for a fix
Doped on fiction
We’re all high
Cause ignorance is bliss,
It feels good ...
Saturday 17th August 2019 4:12 pm
An unhappy marriage is like a bad tooth;
At first you ignore the obvious truth:
Something is wrong; it's causing you pain,
But you have no time to consult your brain.
So you take a pill -or have a drink or three,
Hoping to relieve your agony;
But the pain escalates until one day,
You realise it's not going away;
You're gripped with a feeling of horror and fear,
It can't ...
Saturday 17th August 2019 3:51 pm
Also by Chrystel Roberts:HELL, NO! |
Have you heard the latest rumour
About the Vicar and his Wife?
They got stuck in the crypt
no one there to assist
And it changed their whole outlook on life
You see with no one there to help them
And Devine intervention not seen
The Vicar chose not to pray to God
But sought solace in a few G and Ts
So is the moral of this story
As we amble along in life's race
Saturday 17th August 2019 3:00 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Rats | My Kind of Life |
As if being pulled toward a force,
free will became delusion.
Greeted by ashen faces in the shallows, swallowed whole,
powdered with fine crushed bone,
they parted ranks to let me pass.
Stairs of Hyacinth garlands pressed my feet.
Skulls spun on bamboo scaffolds, jaws agape, sockets black,
lemon grass malaria,
Incense spiralled fun...
Saturday 17th August 2019 1:02 pm
Also by Wolfgar:The Tree in My Garden | The Lazarus Tears | Lanterns | Beyond The Fringe |
Inspire and get inspired
Saturday,17th August 2019
Blow your own tune
and create heaven
for yourself and others
shun the fears
by one belief
your actions must provide relief
not the hatred
but be led
by own conviction
and strengthen the relation
it is you
who can sail through
the stormy weather
with an offer o...
Saturday 17th August 2019 12:56 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Peace ambassador | Towards sunset | O,My holy land | Flowers with fragrance | No time for change | Holiest of the holy | Action and actions | let the wisdom | For the centuries | Inner voice | Dissension within | Sanctity of life | Love happiness | Love the nature | The sword | Her unforgettable nature | Poemhunter | Waves rise | The difficult art | Peace drive | No fault with self | Her voice and | Dreams are | Earn the respect | By history | As true human | Peace-real moment | Smell sense |
When you don't know what to say
use the F word
when your vocabulary is limited
use the F word
when you are a celebrity and famous for nothing
use the F word
if you are a comedian
a rock star
a movie star
a so-called activist
use the F word
it will fit any occasion
just drop it in like a bomb
it is used so much
it has lost its power
Saturday 17th August 2019 11:38 am
Also by d.knape:Zombies | Like Trees | Problems | If You Enjoy This Site | Kids On A Beach | One Marble | Losing It | Conspiracy Theories | Roadrunner/Coyote | Finding Places | Thunder | Password | Mom's Birthday | Out To Pasture | The New Version |
I like burnt coffee,
the black half cup in the pot,
evaporating into syrup,
tongue-rejected but swallowed hot.
I like bent smokes,
cracked at the filter,
pinched and squeezed,
dispersing joyous poisons,
some to the lung demanding:
Each day begin bitter, imperfect,
stiff into addictions of dawn,
into the drawn curtain ways
Saturday 17th August 2019 11:32 am
Also by Devon Brock:If I... | Flint | At Clark and Belmont | Forgotten Sloop Dreams | To Edna | Splattershot #2 | Splattershot | The Sage of Devil's Gulch | Breaking Bread | How Each We Taste The Morning | Translation | For The First Time | Fifteen Miles | Sunset Music | Held Waters | The Lure of the Past - Rejected | A Dull Blade Needs An Edge | Plains Navigation | The Slow Waters of our Love - Ghazal | Selling Ladders for Scrap | To Tracy on our 25th | Random Thoughts on Rocks and Algae | No Shields No Gear | Dreaming of Boats | Responding to an old friend |
It is a long highway
Trees on both sides.
No cars or busses my way
The road seems never-ending
Will I find
My approach to the little cottage
A vista opens
A warm summer day
With my tribe
We understood the unsaid.
They look at me
From a hazy distance
What took you so long.
Saturday 17th August 2019 11:07 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the king | a small collection | the first voyage | before daylight | early one morning | the passing of time | separate tables | would-be-writer | broken mirror | literature & booze | snow 1956 | identity | our dogs | the tremor | my life | what happen to ringss |
Today is Sunday Paul, let's 'get lost'!
Let's escape the City smoke and frost.
Put Martha on the back seat of the car.
A destination unknown, drive away far.
We'll ignore all road signs, left or right.
I can walk in the woods, you can write!
Let's 'get lost' today, drive anywhere.
We can just be together without a care
No other place today do you have to be.
Just feel the freedom and be w...
Saturday 17th August 2019 9:45 am
Also by Mike Bartram:Rainbow |
I feel . . .
I feel life
I feel loss
don't know death
so can't feel it
I saw bright flowers,
picked blue berries,
(a mixing bowl full)
visited my VA doctor
ordered a creamy breve,
served by a sensuous woman.
walked around the garden
ate a few cherry tomatoes
looked at the dogwood tree,
a living memorial to life
here breathing with us all,
gifted by two dear friends...
Saturday 17th August 2019 8:59 am
Also by Fred Nicholson:a Bloody Tune in 1968 | the Space Creep | Superstition | Eye Peace | Your Worst Nightmare | a Blank Page | Bullet-Ten Questions | We will outlive them. | Because | superstition | Forget 1 |
The Americanisation of Australia
It's not that I'm anti-American
But there's something I just do not like
It's this Americanisation of my country
My daily Australian life that I like
The use of this 's' or a 'z'
Confuses me (no, frustrates me more)
Australian English says to use 's's
While American 'z's are appearing more and more
Let's look at this closel...
Saturday 17th August 2019 8:27 am
Also by Don Matthews:Bipolar Mania's Two-Edged Sword | Dedication to the Rose of WOL | Poet's Blight | Manson – The Smell of Evil | McMansions | It's Sunday in the UK | Brothel Planning (just a thought) | Jungle Law | I Am Your Master, You Are My Slave | The Cult of Cosmic Buzz | First Efforts at New-Age Poetry | Resow | Boris Has a Problem | Gloria Laura Vanderbilt | This Aussie Rhymer. What Are We Gonna Do? | Biggo's In My Dictionary |
In the darkness
Streams fell down
An emotion came ashore
It was shielded inside
A box with a lock
There was no key.
Saturday 17th August 2019 6:32 am
What you sow, you shall reap
If you sow the cactus seeds
Don't expect a thorn free leaves
The nature plays its role, in due course
What goes around, comes around
The things you give to others
All the abuses, criticisms and troubles
Will silenlty find itsway back your home
Patience and faith is all it takes
To fight a battle against oppressors great
Saturday 17th August 2019 6:10 am
Also by Do.RoThY:Don's poetic blight plight!! | Desires!! | My Knight in shining armour!! | Figure out!!! | Gratitude in attitude!! | Let them flow!! | Eternal love!! (deepest confession) | Puzzled!! | Sleeping my pain away!! | Promises to keep!!! | Lost it!!! | Flickering hope!! | Time!!! | Relaxed!!! | Funeral prayer!!! | I am happy!! | (untitled) | Delighted!! | Feelings!! | Carry on movin' |
A translucent blossom
caught in a last sunbeam
sang softly to me …
of dewy morning
when rain bound droplets
slid along arched anticipation
of winged visitors
that brush softly
past sticky stamens
the pitch of their audible flight
rising and falling
as beating wings
gauzy in motion
against alabaster anther...
of high sun heat
when colors blend
Saturday 17th August 2019 4:16 am
Also by Adam Rabinowitz:Good Night Moon...not that book. | Pronoun | Olympic Mountains | Desert Landscape | Dedication Page | Travel | Upon Hearing of an ICE Raid: we want the country back | Thank You | Consequence - A Sestina | Weightless | A Question | Dance |
Rain skitters ‘cross rooftops,
Fleeing rodents into shadow.
Wind ruffles ‘cross feathers,
Flighting owl into silence.
Darkest dreamless thought.
Rain restarts the clock,
Ticking talons gain traction.
Wind restarts an ascent,
Launching flaps gain elevation.
Saturday 17th August 2019 3:51 am
Also by Rob J Mann:Suicide Note - Death of Insomnia | In Cahoots | Dear Roger | Wildflowers | Billy the Hero/Bedtime | Silent Witness and Silent Witness 2 (Supernova) | Get Real | Revolution | Yes Minister | Spin on This | Primeval | Indian Summer | Phoenix | Leaving My Love |
16 months between us
everyrhing was between us
we look so different have you seen us
not a bad bone between us
well our intentions are the best
that's a start
we care..Love in our heart
I say one heart
thers me and my heart
then there's yours and you
if your heart was to break
less than seconds it would take
for me to rescue you and share my heart with you
and if mine was...
Saturday 17th August 2019 12:00 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:Put the fire out | Extra Large Sized Men's Padded Hooded Parker |
I speak of Julia the Peculiar
whose female subjects could not
have been unrulier.
Their grievances and demands
were more than met
with macho men under permanent threat.
The tables were turned on the male elite
who were under the thumb
and under Julia if the fancy took her
but commonly spat upon,
jeered at in the street.
Parlament was held uner party whip...
Friday 16th August 2019 10:12 pm
Also by ray pool:TIES THAT BIND | ON WATCH | MOAN ALONE |
Here is my set recorded live today in memory of Peterloo at Manchester's Peterloo Soapbox (outside Manchester's Home) containing two new poems
Friday 16th August 2019 9:25 pm
The night stars came down
into endless horizon
Like the falling leaves
The stars came down on the waves
and reached the shore
The sounds of them floating
all the night through on the beach.
A poor sense of direction dog sticked
herself on the sand carpet
And often pricked her ears up
when they swam splashing
into the deep blue sea.
Like a forbidde...
Friday 16th August 2019 5:45 pm
Burned out, hidden from the crowds inside of stranger's minds,
there are things to be found
in a time after time...after time.
not always you can read the last memories
inside of the universe book,
you always share what it takes
but now it gets more than you took.
Nothing left to be undermined,
simple, eternal, contagious,
chasing ashes from those emp...
Friday 16th August 2019 5:33 pm
Also by Dragan Bozilov:Escape |
Go for the glow
of good health.
Go for the glow
of a clear conscious.
Go for the glow
Go for the glow
of dreaming fearlessly.
Go for the glow
of giving generously.
Go for the glow
of loving unconditionally.
Go for the glow
of a life well lived.
Friday 16th August 2019 4:41 pm
Also by Vautaw:Third Eye Blind |
200mph howling winds
Vicious down pours
Hurricanes strong enough to permanently remove her ,
in that moment : the same moment her life' no longer felt like she was living
She realized ; she was drowning herself.
Her own limitations ' covered in fear
Her eyes closed
Unable to really see how it was all an illusion.
Heart beating franti...
Friday 16th August 2019 1:25 pm
Innocence died the day they marched to St. Peter’s field
under banner and pennant they laughed and sang
while all around a murderous gang; their red coats
camouflaged with blood that ran like a river after the flood
We’re here take back Manchester, for those who came before
and bore reprisal in the name of God and King and Law
We’ve come to stand with folded arms ...
Friday 16th August 2019 12:33 pm
behind a banner
woven with us
a strength greater than us each
now living in us all.
our bodies may go ashen
'neath the rigors of our peril
but the masts of what we stood for
shall sail our souls far beyond
where we fell.
tho widows wept
we are the history of runes
tracked nameless in the mud
burned true in a crucible
carried on wit...
Friday 16th August 2019 12:32 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:witness bourne (Ray Charles Jr, 08/09) |
We clap some Blacks,
them entertaining Blacks,
on stage, in film and racing tracks
tho' we mow the shacks
and dish out smacks
to those working blacks.
We clap some Blacks
and forget those whacks
and the blistered backs
of hands that buy
the music tracks
and then we clap them
Blacks them stand-up Blacks
but not them bent over blacks...
Friday 16th August 2019 12:26 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Puss in milk | Faraged | Daughter in 2020 (Dementia onset) | Schematic phrases |
Living in a state of confusion is unbearable, Where the micras and the micros complains. **** I'm a living body, But the tears of the world draws me backward. **** Leave the living body to dominate the entire city, But the obstacle mindset grave the hindrance of the people.
Friday 16th August 2019 6:44 am
The human mind is the ONLY thing in the entire universe that does not decay with time!
Our minds grow in size, strength and possibility all the while wadeing against the eneviatable decay of the vertical, the physical body they are carried through their moment in time in.
As our intelligence expands and our library of experienced knowledge grows, it becomes a race against the...
Friday 16th August 2019 5:55 am
Also by Tui Dragonfly:Fingers of God - Meditations of a little cat | Heading towards 50 with Stardust and Atom Light as my guides | Autumn Stardust - Time is ours to control, we just gotta let go |
It came to me in a flash. Or rather, a slash.
How old men seem inexorably drawn towards wearing beige and then how unsuitable that is, given their lack of equipment control and subsequent piss stains down their front.
So (PATENT PENDING) The Slash Apron.
Made of pliable and washable but impervious plastic, when not in use it tucks neatly inside your kecks where it ...
Thursday 15th August 2019 10:51 pm
Also by John Coopey:RITES OF PASSAGE | THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN | THE TATTOOED LADY | "FOR THESE" SAID THE FATHER "ARE THE THINGS A BOY SHOULD KNOW" | SITTING NEXT DOOR TO BORIS | A WOMAN'S RIGHT TO CHOOSE |
Its good to be goods,
In the invisible hands.
As if we are in a cheerful mood
to celebrate of being a puppet.
The concocted movement
all that forcible dance.
They can not restrain
I was labelled.
And adorably ostracized.
I hope you are celebrating
your anniversary of bondage.
Thursday 15th August 2019 6:11 pm
these children of mine are gods finest pieces
no discoloration or unwanted creases
a true artist masterpiece of such fine taste
so smart strong and beautiful didnt leave nothing to waste
the first months of your life were painful but boy it made you strong
and for those who said you wouldnt make it i know youll prove em wrong
i hope one day you will forgive and uderstand...
Thursday 15th August 2019 6:10 pm
Also by Danny Giesbrecht:the strength of a begining and a end |
Now the news presenters are like frightened animals we keep as pets.
I've slipped so far below your standards I can't even see you anymore.
She came as a murderer to me killinjg with pleasure my human innocence.
You can spit in my face but your spitting into the sky.
God is giving birth to deformed angels. The reign of the fallen is close at hand.
Thursday 15th August 2019 4:49 pm
Also by Daniel King:Fragments "Learning To Drown" | Fragments "Lost But Not Known Yet" | Fragments "The Procreation Of Space" | Fragments "I See You Swimming In The Canvas Of Closed Eyes." | Fragments "She Pulls Away The Fabric Of My Flesh" | Fragments "To Undo And In Undoing To Become" | Fragments "Falling Into Form" | Fragments "The Desire Of Ghosts" |
here is a planet that could be my mind
valleys bottomless, mountains that defy measurement
there is a wrong sky overhead
presently brimmed with one of its multitudinous disagreeable moods
the ground belonging to my feet alters shape
as if I had committed a crime against it
sentencing me to stumble after stumble
from the home of my sad internal sight
I can see how shado...
Thursday 15th August 2019 12:55 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:evaluating you | boarding school regrets | to a great inspirer | stitches in time | GENTLE JESUS (or) jEaLOuS jIM | resolutioner | age disbeliever | last in line | Aesop's inspirations |
No Offence meant to my fellow human friends : 0 )
Being a woman of today’s time
Let me brag the same old tale
But let’s look at it in a woman’s way
A woman of today needs a virgin man
His piety intact, never strayed in prohibited way
Looking for such a man is a difficult task
Some may laugh and some may resent
It does not bother the women of today
It is no...
Thursday 15th August 2019 10:42 am
Also by Ghazala Lari:Hold Your Fire | Women Empowerment |
There are times your dancers undermine
the humanist in me. In that northern
Cockaigne, you viewed with a realist's eye,
their heartiness tramps to raucous tuning.
The couples are casual, blatant;
the heaving trestles piled with plates.
Such carouses, what were they to you?
Did you celebrate, despise, or pity?
For there is shown mere lumbering daftness,
feet clumping across the floor. No...
Thursday 15th August 2019 10:21 am
Also by David Cooke:MAN ON A WIRE |
'Oooooh – a curve of breast
In a blue blouse?
'A sliding slit up the thigh
Of a tight, blue skirt?'
'A curly male chest
In a skimpy, blue vest?'
No! No! No! No! No!
'A glimpse of sky
Through the bending boughs
And trembling leaves
Of summer trees
Sluicing down -
Running rivers on the road
Pounding puddles on the driv...
Thursday 15th August 2019 10:16 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:The Steepest Street In Town | Social Respect | Old People | 'She's a Prostitute' |
Is not mine
But our time
You’ve made your bed in my dreams
I lie in it
this isn’t me
I would part with my skin
If it weren’t attached
And never look back
Each night when I close my eyes for sleep
I see you in my head
Your feet poke out one side of your bed
It makes me giddy for you
I end up crawling in bes...
Thursday 15th August 2019 9:13 am
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:Please don’t make yourself at home |
Tranquility in your presents
doves pecking as our kiss is tending
lips lock our mind in a spell, as the doves sing their song, letters spelling in the air.
clouds draw me close for a better look
fractals in the nooks, lump to lump, baby rainbows extend their hand and shake with glee
telling my lover she is the best mother to be
She see's the beauty in my beastial nature, cal...
Thursday 15th August 2019 2:35 am
Also by Shawn Garcia:Cipher's Guilt |