poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (1 hour ago)
poemagraphic on I never lied in the rose garden. (Cummings and goings) (2 hours ago)
Poem 6 of 230: THE PICKER
While picking onions at Echuca,
Betimes I came across a
Man who was, he said, by trade a picker.
A compact and stocky physique had he;
Kind he was to first-time me -
Advising, “You should pick ‘em on your knee.”
Then he told me of his long-kept plan
Of travel, by caravan,
To pick ripened crops, over a wide span.
But workers’ rates, I knew, were non too fair -
Saturday 30th May 2020 3:44 pm
It is a grey morning
I am awake early
The backdoor is open
And cool air enters the kitchen
My father is on his knees
Scrubbing a wire brush
On the fire grate
Newspapers on the floor
He takes a rag
And pours black lead
Onto the stiffened fibres
Then he smears it
Onto the scrubbed surfaces
He balls up the newspaper
And throws it on the hearth...
Saturday 30th May 2020 2:34 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Away The Lad | Kneel | Death (XIII) | Tunguska Dawn | Label On The Bottle | Elegy For Days Lost | Fog | Those Low Down Bottle Blues | Narcissus In The Age Of Plastic | This Machine Kills Fascists | fly | Zoomnation | Ye Tale Of Brave Sir Moppalot | Cuttings | Heart Of Stone | For Whom The Hammer Tolls | Unclean | Wastelands | Casting Runes | A Second Changes Everything | Tank Man | Magyk | A Life | Some Words | Third Beach | Freedom At Last | Black Metal Band Looking For A Name | Experts | Mother's Ruin |
RISE (from QUILT)
Saturday 30th May 2020 2:25 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:BEEN THINKING OF YOU | NO LOOKIN' BACK | LINK | IN THE I |
I’m working lonesome shifts.
I count time. One hour inside,
then three hours within the heat.
I’m watching from a hastily home
assembled table. I’ve French coffee,
English anxiety, cadged cigarettes.
There are other people who have
other passions. I’m aware nosy
neighbours talk in their kitchens of me.
But I need this. I know beyond my rosy
Saturday 30th May 2020 1:30 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Older | Antes de la Bahía de los Cerdos | Wisconsin | Breathing Lessons | Dawn Call Late |
In the depths
of grass and ground
without a sound
In parting blades
new worlds are found
Looking deep down
such worlds astound.
Saturday 30th May 2020 12:58 pm
Also by d.knape:City Library | At Home---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Satchel's Poem | Non-Profit | Daddy Long-legs | The 6 Foot Rule | Prisoners | Wild Rice | Hand Wringing | Morning Rush | OWED TO SPAM | Old Man | Cliff's Notes | Non-Essential | Thank You For Your Order | Doing A Favor | Double Rainbow | Southern Fried | Keep Your Distance | In No Uncertain Terms | Expectations | Fear Of Wife | Doctor's Appointment | No Comment | STAY SAFE | Buttercups & Such | Morning Dew | POET PROTECTIONS |
It isn’t what they do at work
that remains in the upper space
of their anatomy, their meeting
with grizzly challenges head-on
day in, day out, without a break
from the mental consequences
which wrap themselves back and
forth, remorselessly beneath the
outer covering of skin. It goes far
deeper than that – they - dressed
in their blue surgical garb with
Saturday 30th May 2020 12:13 pm
Also by Philipos:DICTIONARIES | COMPARISONS | TURNING ABOUT | (untitled) | THE DICTATOR | FOLICULES | INFUSIONS | A SENSE OF SPRING | BLANKET COVERAGE | VERILY | SHOOTING STARS | A MORNING IN MAY 2020 | HARBOURED TALES | UNHEAVENLY CONVERSATIONS | RUSTIC THOUGHTS | SHRINES | COSMOS | AFTER THE GAS | SENSING A PRESENCE | OVER THE TOP | SHUTTERS | STARFISH | FLIGHTS | SEMPERVIVUM PECTORUM | LAST POSTS | SMOKE AND MIRRORS | BANDS IN THE MALL | FAIRY TALES | BUCKING OFF | SPARING A THOUGHT |
They say I'm a bit too much,
too much of everything.
Sometimes too caring and sometimes too irritating.
So here I am, under the constant worry,
'What if this is too much?'
So busy going around in my own head,
That I forget relations have to be maintained with the heart.
I'm afraid I don't know what I desire or deserve.
Is it wrong to anticipate a love of the same intensity,
or is it jus...
Saturday 30th May 2020 12:09 pm
I went outside
and entered that
timeless natural world
full of surprises
from afar I caught
a glimpse of
I no not
there it was
a branch overhanging
I crept closer
without making a sound
until I reached the tree
still it didn't stir
startled by approaching noisy ramblers
A tarquoise ...
Saturday 30th May 2020 12:05 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:The night the Milky Way disappeared | Just another lie | Busy rearing the young | Silence reigned in the end | Will we meet again? | Face to face with gentle giants | Uplifting walk | Life and death companions | What would you rather be? | Lockdown gift | No more | For love | Sonnet_ Love and Lust |
To God I prayed, in him I trust
I walk along a road, not knowing where it goes
No destination in mind, no plans on the go
I'm a destiny's child, on earth I roam
No home of my own, no friend to hold on
I'm just moving on, trusting God to lead me on
Enemies standing strong, doors almost closed
I'm walking by faith on roads less traveled
In covid times life isn't easy, I'm loo...
Saturday 30th May 2020 12:02 pm
Also by Moon.girl:Moongirl.mooning | Alpha, beta, gamma. | Roller coaster life | Hands of time | Lullaby!! (Kid zone poetry) | Woodpecker's serenade | Thank you! | Moongirl.renewed energies | Moongirl.unclouded | Crazy thoughts vibrating | Moongirl.moon.light | Just feelings!! | Moongirl.waiting | Inside the little head | Divinely love | Dream visitor | Moongirl.commitments | As you like | Forgiveness | Death came knocking | Pandora box | Hold me | Darkest tree | Moongirl.cheerful | Love showers | Moongirl.power | Live your life | It's all in your head | You're safe even in pandemic | (untitled) | GPS activated | Whispering love | Jumblebox ideas | How can people be so fake | What can love do | Moon.girl.awaiting | Moon.girl- love n love | What next? | Farewell bells ringing | Once again | Middle of the night poetry | Hey happiness!! | Moon and girl | Moongirl.fadingaway | I'm still here | Thank you | Will survive IA | I'll wait! | Gratitude | Perfect date | Rejuvenating | There's a song playing in my mind☆☆☆ | The door!! Knock knock | Together forever!! IA | What it means to me? | Right or easy | Poets mind | Breathe!! | Smiling soul!! | Two and two is five | Help me! | Lockdownprayer | Moongirl.dreamweaver | Assessments | The swing | Moongirl.disappointed | Lockdown diaries | Love you moon | I wish to write | Lost dreams | Moongirl.onaseriousnote |
In churches Gothic or
Norman the pious had them blessed by
Light from stained-glass as the perfume of
Incense attended their angular
Descent, while brave Lancelot's were
Housed in chain-mail and in
Modern times Marilyn took two to her
Grave, as, just the other day, did
George Floyd, his neck the latest
Pew for genuflection by a serving
Police officer who though no dou...
Saturday 30th May 2020 11:46 am
Also by simon lucan:Glory | Nerves | The Visionary | Three Friars | Auntie's Clock | Key Worker | Badged | Venice Treacle | The Servant | Low Sugar | Grey Areas | Legal Tender | Mrs Todd | By The North Star | A Bruise On The Cheek | The Asylum Seeker | The Teacher | Safe | Escape | The Specialist | Underground | The Visitor | Hoard | Snake Hair | Snuff | Fear | Valves | Concrete and Bunting | Slapped | Peace Talks With The Virus | Bird Strike | Taking Stock | Ventilator Dreams | Pram Girl | Digging | Social Work | Memorials | Tutors | Two Sacred Stones | Longships | Mr Crotty | Tyred | Evening Class | Tattoo 1942 | Residues | Fourteen Cats |
come visit soon
we will drink green tea
from translucent china
no need to talk much
we’ll show photos
of our children’s children
you’ll take mine across
to your wedding day
demob suit husband
for his approval
I’ll smile at yours
‘two cubes or one?’
‘one, I’m sweet enough’
‘yes, you are’
‘let’s sit in the garden
get the last of the su...
Saturday 30th May 2020 10:48 am
Also by Rick:torch song | Chet drops by the jazz cafe Alto | I only have eyes for you | for Juliette | thoughts of Joanna | coming of age in Oxford | hip hooray for lockdown | a path well trod (sequel to Venus in a red dress) | a life frozen by a moment of time | on considering a photo of an old friend | (a) broken home | and in bright morning | Chuck |
As over and over the same chords churn
your notes pour forth in spate –
sheets of sound erupting till harmony
is wrenched awry; and when you sweated
smack to cleanse your system,
you were hell-bent on an afterlife,
a body refreshed, believing.
You could call it Love, but sombre,
that force that drives you on.
Hearing you now, I feel reproved
for all the...
Saturday 30th May 2020 9:29 am
Also by David Cooke:Miles Davis | Miles Davis in Paris | An Elegy for Charlie Parker | Chasin' the Breeze | FOR HOWLIN’ WOLF IN HEAVEN | The Way We Were | Getting It Taped | A New Shirt | When Smokey Sings | John Martyn | For Robert Johnson | Aretha Franklin | Stereogram |
Into the forest I go to loose my mind and find my soul
Because it's for the best to put this wandering to a rest
So for this spirit I'm not sure is my own let us travel into the unknown
Saturday 30th May 2020 8:52 am
Also by Zoëlla:Dear best friends | Guardian angel | Tick...tock |
Let's all have a sing-a-long
You all know the tune
If not hit the video link and open your windows wide
and sing your hearts out at the top of your lungs
I never lied in the rose garden
I beg your pardon!
I never lied to you in the rose garden
Sat in the sunshine
I rambled on for quite a long time
Saturday 30th May 2020 8:40 am
Also by poemagraphic:A nightingale sang in Berkeley Square | Our world is crying | Clouded Judgement | Let me out! | The Mad Hatter's Tea Party | ‘Without so much as a by your leave’ | The End | A mesage of hope and inspiration. (not a poem) | Oh! Death where is your sting? | Signum crucis | (untitled) | Unmarked grave. | Hades | May the forth be with you. by Poda | A poem for Jon | Tracks of my tears |
Stop blaming yourself
It's her fault the feelings felt
She doesn't know how to love you it seems
I can't help but want to be in your dreams
I hate her cause she hurt you so
Now you just can't let this go
I fucked it up its true
Now I just don't know what else to do
I need to find that special place inside
The one that wishes you had died
Saturday 30th May 2020 4:32 am
Also by Darkest sunflower:Hidden secrets | Mask of season lies | King size pain | Deal | Us | Whole lot of shame | Mirror heart | All alone | In between | Cuts | Dream or nightmare | Broken road | God what's normal? |
He looks he stares
He's kind and loving
His heart is pure
Strong and mighty
Can he love forever or
Will he lose his passion for loving
He wanted to reach for the stars, but his mind and soul wouldn't let him flow.
He was changing before his own eyes
Falling apart at once
Couldn't find who he once was or even who he is now
This man is lost
Trying to pick up pieces that has always been br...
Saturday 30th May 2020 4:19 am
Also by SuccessfullyAmazing:My mind | My Black is beauty |
Just three weeks ago I had you in my arms
I still ask for commission to take off your clothes
You said yes and my mind was peaceful
We were both naked in my bed
You wanted sex but I didn't
Now I'm lonely
Wasting away inside my mind
How could you kiss me
And think that it wouldn't Fuck with me
You Firefly as why I want to die
I don't have peaceful days I just have nightmares
Saturday 30th May 2020 3:31 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Whatever Happens, Happens | happiness | Sweetie | Melancholy Relapse | Lunar Eclipse | Space Cowboy (Listen!) | The Lonely Goddesses Lover | If you feel alone, look at the moon. | The Honeymoon Phase Is Just A Sentence To Death | Vengeance is The Best Motivator | Love Won't Save You | Routines | Doomed | Under and Out | The Quarantine Doesn’t Make It Better | Mother Day | Autumn Winds Twisting Secrets | You're Gonna Carry That Weight | Firefly Would I? | 831 (8 letters, 3 words, 1 meaning) | Fifteen | Blue Cafe | The Longing For Answers | The Death | No He's Dead |
The evolving and metamorphosing of life
The birthing of ideas and innovations
The inspirations and visons that enlighten the simple
The voices that wakeup nations
Many run from this, hoping to stay in their old ways
Thinking if they run fast enough, change won’t come to stay
In vain they hold on to that which is obsolete
Hoping, yes wishing, they would just remain the sam...
Saturday 30th May 2020 12:49 am
Also by Mocosy:Sunsets | The art of communication | The Observer | Pieces | Beauty of maturity | Today | Sacred memories | Clutter | Saying i love you |
I can hardly speak but I will try.
My brain falls silent, still;
It is the dying of the light
When a ferment of tenses
Lead up many cul de sacs.
Lingering, a moonlight-figure,
Mirrors, the sparkling frost,
She’s gone but never lost.
Suspicious of the silence offered
Outside, all is wild, sky, the colour of blood,
Soaks up all I left, once, years ago,
On a barge meandering down the river
Friday 29th May 2020 11:48 pm
Also by John E Marks:Waiting time | Destitute | What remains | Premonition | Dogs who love the rain | Avoiding the Apocalypse | ANGHARAD’S DREAM | A Sweet May-day | Pebbles from my skull | Vignette | METEMPSYCHOSIS | DUBLIN, 1988 | Only love can break your heart | Anti-viral | TO THE CRAGS, WHERE EAGLES SOAR | Troubadour | WORKING GIRL | Run for your life | The decline of the west | The swan's last waltz | A quiet disbelief in nothing | Infant mortality | DOGS | The Pharmacology of Shadow | Charlie (2007 - 2020) | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | VICTIM | C. P. Cavafy: The last Byzantine Nobleman | NEVER FORGIVE - NEVER FORGET | AH! BRIGHT ANGEL | THE EGOTISTICAL SUBLIME | Northern Fells |
Draw your steel and wield it,
Let me see if I can feel it,
Let me taste it’s bitter bite against my flesh,
A chance to sample something fresh,
Rest your mirrored blade against my pulsing throat,
You’d best move quickly though, I wouldn’t stop to gloat,
Place your razors edge against my beating heart and swear,
That can see within my eyes as you hold it there,
A single sign of fear ref...
Friday 29th May 2020 10:43 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Old Dogs, Old Tricks | Singularity | Give Me Space | One Last Dance | One Last Dance | It Bleeds | Buds | In Summary | Once More | Metamorph | Still Hope | Blind | Punch Drunk | Rich |
Repitition was key
But never the key to success
The key to her chest
Was hidden in the black depth of her soul
Repitition was inevitable
Outsiders were impatient
And also knowledgable
About what was likely to happen next
Repitition was boring
A different mask for her to wear
To hide the recurring sadness
That she endured from his actions again
Friday 29th May 2020 9:24 pm
Say what you must
And do what you can -
That's my idea
Of an admirable man
Friday 29th May 2020 8:33 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:FINAL CURTAIN | DIVISION ! | PAVEMENT ARTIST | CAUSE AND EFFECT | GOODBYE PICCADILLY, FAREWELL LEICESTER SQUARE? | NEGLECT | DOWN BY THE MEWSTONE | FAT CHANCE (or "Only in America") | BADLY, MADLY, SADLY | OOPS! (or "Double the fun"!) | GOOD ADVICE | WHY WOMEN DON'T READ IN THE BATHROOM | V.E. DAY 1945-2020 | LEATHER ON WILLOW | OTHERS |
Hot and Sad
in one mind
hot and sad
don’t take my tea
don’t eat more
than two donuts
the stomach growls
sensitivities of life
cut like a knife
that’s what I like
the rest is too dull
going through our heads
the time to respect
all that development
Friday 29th May 2020 6:37 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Multitasking | Parfum | (I’ll want this back if we split) | Small Reveals | The Memory Drill | New Album |
When I set out my bedding plants
I garden in my underpants;
Cos now we’re all in isolation
I’m free from risk of visitation;
The only time my theory fails
Is when the postie fetches mail
Or Tesco’s Gill brings us our food;
She asked me “Why not garden nude?”
I told her she’s a silly twit -
There’s always chance I’d kneel on it.
Friday 29th May 2020 5:09 pm
Also by John Coopey:IT'S CUMMINGS' HOME | TALKIN' SAMMY'S HORRID DREAM MASSACREE BLUES | THOUGHTS ON BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | DON'T DO FACEBOOK ANYMORE | LEAD US NOT INTO TEMPTATION | BEAT THE DRUM | BUDGICIDE | THE MAN WHO MADE MODERN BRITAIN | I'M REALLY ENJOYING THIS LOCK-DOWN | LOCK-DOWN | SIX WOOD WIZARD | FUCK THE NHS! |
A 20:20 Vision
On the one hand, it’s thumbs up for this lock down,
For hand on heart, I prefer a gentler town.
We’ve lost our human contacts, now back in touch,
A world for reaching out, with more time and much
Space for taking and for making stock.
We knead our dough, and minds unlock,
And saws are sharpened in this time of rest,
When breath and nature seem to teach ...
Friday 29th May 2020 4:22 pm
If only you saw they loved the smoke.
Know it were the shapes frolicking space
forming air they cheerfully choke on,
take a glass. Scoop it up drink it for them
swallow the haze, spittle on the mirror
mist this muse with thick saliva
so together they can press lips.
in the dusk where ignorance is shade,
the same as she and he did.
Friday 29th May 2020 4:07 pm
Also by Hannnah:A Side of Me | God or a Vision? | This Stranger in the Room | Her Heart, My Heart | Photographs | Morscode (And Blue Tunes) |
"It is over at last",
"What is? What is over? What is finally done?"
"The war" one broken .45 revolver answers
" The war is done",
"Forgive me for asking", I timidly muttered, "but who won?"
"Dunno" he says," it's still a bit hazy but it was a good day for the vultures"
"War always seems to be a grand buffet for the vultures", I replied
"But look now the generals are celebrating, saying t...
Friday 29th May 2020 2:47 pm
Also by MortimerBlooming:Conversations with the angel of dawn | Sermons of A Turnip Farmer | Advice from a grave digger | The Waters Of Love | The Emptiness of the Full Stop | Al-Barr (The generous and most courteous) | Prometheus |
It has been two years today
Since I have had a fight with my then girlfriend
And, crying bitterly, I entered the living room
Replied to my father’s concerns
And let him know his daughter was dating a girl.
No wonder he hasn’t spoken to me since.
But, this poem isn’t about me
And nor is it about a cousin sister of mine
Whose phone was found in the living room
Full with smuts and gay storie...
Friday 29th May 2020 2:06 pm
<he ends of an affair
a long maybe ten years relation with poem site
it has got a new editor who is critical of my work
finds it too brutal, left wing and not sweet.
My work is being blocked out and I~m is sad as there
is no point sending in poems that are no published?
Everything must come to an end ends in death or
divorce, pity really I have many friends there
Friday 29th May 2020 9:35 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the big lie | the disappearance | time is looking up | not a sage | dreamy landscape | Red Indians | indoors | the month of birth | sunday morning | like a painting | lack of women | from day to day | sweet revenge | when it rains | the wave | the heartland | hormones | the great change |
The sorrow of tomorrow began early, and again today.
Time tells, no time and yet the essence of the moment is gone.
The heart yearns for just one more day, yet it still slips away..
The sorrow of tomorrow began early, and again today.
Desire became a fire, in the inner most part of the mind.
The way a body clings to the soul, of another spirit in twined..
The sorrow of t...
Friday 29th May 2020 6:06 am
What this pandemic has done to the world
By shaking people's confidence and dulling senses
Has inadvertently led us into that awful rule
The law of unintentional consequences
Friday 29th May 2020 3:29 am
Also by Joe Marcello:TICK TOCK | YOU PICK | CONTROLLED CHAOS |
so enjoy my own company.
when i don’t go from laptop to phone to smoke
the minutes between
the fact that no one
no one can know
that it is only me sitting in the wind
only me listening to this all
only me thinking this
and i’ll let them in when it’s dangerous
but aside from that
i have a best friend
who never leaves
and it’s me
Friday 29th May 2020 2:12 am
Also by owen l.h.:(untitled) | just a sad teenager being sad | (untitled) | crying wolf | 'golden years' | 4am | insecurity | instinct | empathetic my ass | my reflection (was rejected by a magazine) | the first lonely moment without them. but more importantly, without something to numb the silence | (untitled) | BOOK RELEASE! | what will you call me today? |
I got too comfortable,
Don't forget you're just a guest,
Take all that you care to!
Ghostly by night,
In the now crack of dawn,
The light glistens on the side of my pantry.
But didn't you see!?
This place known to little,
A weird and strange place.
It's hollow (I'm sure),
But the meaningless did wander,
And I feel nauseous at times.
But when the mountain sides goes rockin,
Thursday 28th May 2020 7:06 pm
Also by Alita Moore:My feelings are difficult | in wakes of the wave | Closer | untitled | forgotten |
The end of the world as we know it?
Early hours, I check the clock
A vivid dream has woke me up
Bizarre times, now par for the course
Yes, I‘m not dressed up, and I’ve nowhere to go
In a couple of hours it’s time for work
It’s like groundhog day, but in reverse
A bit of breakfast, watch the news
No daily commute, no traffic queues
So here we go, it’s back up the stairs
No need ...
Thursday 28th May 2020 6:16 pm
We are walking
barefoot on the grass
holding our lights
in front of our faces
A silent march of stars
searching for a home
on a dark night´s path
We do not know
where we go
we do not know
why we walk
We just look around
and only see movement
so we decide
to run ourselves
Take a break
get some breath
gain some strength
Let your light shine
Thursday 28th May 2020 5:06 pm
Also by Liam Osaneo:torch | need | sold | journey | clouds | friend | full | universe | burn |
The deejay from the UK had a really great time
Staying up all night, regularly
For days and decades
Not just some weekends and the odd holiday
Vitamin D levels were not optimal
Midday sunless UK
No talk of Circadian rhythms
He slept in the daytime
Still about, and now in his fifties
In the flesh and not Photochopped
He looks like something chasing Frodo in those films
A cousin of de...
Thursday 28th May 2020 4:42 pm
From being alive to reduced to a few characters,
A whole life condensed into a hashtag.
What is happening isn’t brutality but massacres,
By those who proudly serve the American flag.
Colin Kaepernick took the knee for us,
But George Floyd bear the weight of it.
He suffocated under 400 years of prejudices,
But they’ll never understand.
Thursday 28th May 2020 4:35 pm
Also by Charlotte Thomas-Rowe:The Diary Of The Coloured |
Sitting in a box
Surrounded by bouquets
Silenced by time
It’s too late
For someone to enliven these bones
Engage the masses
It’s time to say ‘goodbye'
Thursday 28th May 2020 4:18 pm
Also by kimberly:The Raging Heart | We Don’t Talk About That | Writer’s Block Strikes Again | Love Bites | The Wrong Kind of Love | Our Song | Separated Not By Love | A Story of Hope | Let Me Bother You | We Are Gathered Here Together | Endless Night | The Oak Tree | Revolving Door | Mr. Tomato | Retreat | Meeting in Solitude |
A sudden vivid flash electric blue
so swiftly straight more sensed than seen,
streaking burrow-wise from his grey branch lookout
over the dark olive green lake water.
So fragile no halcyon days are his,
unable to command the creek or river water,
and inexpert divers are the fledglings
often waterlogged and trapped in weed or twigs.
Suffering from our pollution-pro...
Thursday 28th May 2020 3:59 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Limericks for May 12th | Loved to Death |
Festivity around the scene serene full of cheer
Hullaballoo! Everyone wanted to be there
She heard the noise outside from her balcony
White shirt and black trousers she arranged her hair
The lady looked pretty as she tied her hair
Oh, how beautiful was the nape of her neck!
She went amidst the crowd
Danced and danced feeling very proud.
The fiesta continued there for s...
Thursday 28th May 2020 1:57 pm
Also by ai ou:I Have Gotten To Know... She Is A Witch! |
Chipper almost blasé, only
announced like a fisherman’s bag,
the insides of my eyelids blaze
pink in the early evening sunset,
the day is weakening, soon
the smell of supper
and the pithy grip of dry white wine,
that’s good to hear
it might be all over by Christmas.
© Graham Sherwood 05/2020
Thursday 28th May 2020 10:55 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Dreamwake |
telling the bug to do one...
sod off mr corona bug
your not coming in
cause i'm staying in!👍
looking out the window i see you lurking about 👀
i put two fingers to you✌ and say "sod off"
if i come out ive got a vacinne to knock you out! 😤😀
you been warned mr corona bug
dont treat me like a mug! 😤
there's thousands of people you've harmed already! 😥
now its time for you...
Thursday 28th May 2020 10:36 am
Alcohol sales are up by 22 percent due to lockdown,
As many in isolation their corona sorrows do drown.
Some have drunk more and put on a corona stone,
Their anxiety levels shot through the roof,maybe home alone.
Many due to enforced isolation have emerged fitter than before,
Taking advantage of the extra time ,exercising much more.
Regular exercise encourages the body to ma...
Thursday 28th May 2020 10:35 am
Also by hugh:Hells bells | Aya Hachem ,only 19 years old,R.I.P. | Back to school too soon!! | Written by a funeral director | Belly Mujinga 47 years old R.I.P. | Stay alert !!! | A neglected gift | Advice from a homeless victim |
sky blue haze
beds of green
please stay longer
back into heaven.
Thursday 28th May 2020 10:33 am
Also by Nigel Astell:My Goodbye Letter | Thank You N.H.S | They Say | Pie and Pint Cancelled |
Ten weeks on,
clapping for key workers is coming to an end
Clap your hands,
in appreciation, for their dedication we commend
old and young, women, men, girls and boys
Clap your hands,
whistle, shout, cheer, together make some noise
At the window,
by the front door, on the step or in the street
Clap your hands,
bang a drum, beep a horn and st...
Thursday 28th May 2020 9:29 am
Also by julie callaghan:Grown From A Seed in Lock Down | Lock Down Bank Holiday Let Down | When you see a rainbow | Shopping At A Safe Distance | The Lock Down Bank Holiday | My poinsettia | I worry too much | I really don't know better | I Really Should Know Better | Home from Home | Afternoon Tea | Heroes In Blue | The New Normal | The Tale Of The Year Twenty Twenty | RIP Poppy | Daffodils | Bluebell Woods | Colonel Tom |
~Black bodies stained red
By hands of those whom color has not dared touch
Black bodies left for dead
Destroyed, discarded, desecrated, and given to death's clutch
Black bodies have always bled
For the sins of those who are yet to be judged
Black bodies are hanging by a thread
Waiting for justice, but receiving none such.~
Thursday 28th May 2020 3:39 am
Also by M3RK:Nights in Neptune | What Do You See? |
When the night grows dark
And all return home after long day task
And the moon rises high in the dark black sky
Studded with stars creating a magical high
All the yester years memories creeps
Into the room where we are lying asleep
From the eyes, into the deepest mind
A dream grows into a reality keeping spell bind
The sleeper carefully speaks and play t...
Thursday 28th May 2020 12:15 am
Also by Jasmine k.:Just truth | Morning love | Just my thoughts for today | Isolation blue's and pink's | Goal directed pursuit |
Put yourself in my shoes
Try to imagine being me
Knowing that every decision I ever made
Was for the good of my family
But they were too stupid
Or ignorant to see it
So I’d been in the pub all day
But not drinking
Well… drinking, but not for pleasure
I was looking for work
If I didn’t go to the places where the...
Wednesday 27th May 2020 9:33 pm
Also by kJ Walker:The Devil Came To Grimstone Low |
It was pitiful enough that I'd be running in anyone arms in desperation
I don't even know what I'm supposed to do or whom I'm supposed to be
It was a lonely road indeed.
In midst 20s when you thought you have it all figure out
And life smack back at you
Then suddenly you're lost again
People say you will figure it out
When its already too late?
Will I ever figure it out?
Wednesday 27th May 2020 6:29 pm