A sunny day hey hey a sunny day

A mummy day hey hey a mummy day

A sunny day a mummy day hey hey

Hey it was sunny saw my mummy hey

 

A funny day hey hey a funny day

A yummy day hey hey a yummy day

A funny day a yummy day hey hey

Hey it was funny it was yummy hey

 

The sun shone and I went to see mum, hey

We had some laughs and had a big lunch, hey

The sun always shines on motorways, h...

Read and leave comments (2)

Read and leave comments (0)

Endless is eternity  

when you drift upon waves

of dreams unrealized

and whispers of a life

that could have been,

but this long road

is endless no more.

I know my reason to exist.

I found haven within the pen,

and I will drift no more.  

The road is not broken,

but whether I still walk alone

or found company in strangers

sharing my dream,

I will...

Read and leave comments (5)

In our tranquil state we hold

Read and leave comments (0)

 

Is true identity just a mythological dream?

A construction found in a thought stream

Uttered to show degrees of conformity

In a world that demands degrees of normality

Where attempts to root identity only serve to derange

When our society is fluid, a kaleidoscope of change

Is identity buried at the heart, within the inner child?

Described somewhere on some document misfiled

Person...

Read and leave comments (2)

The Masked Man

 

I           He stood there, outlined by the spirits.

II          They were his friends,

I           The masked man raised his arm once again.

II          They cried.

 

I           They moved towards him, drawn by the power,

II          What had he done to them?

I           Each of them, they joined with him to make one.

II          Used. Betrayed.

 

I           The l...

Read and leave comments (3)

I saw razor sharp hills

tried to climb over

they cut my sides

I saw a dark ocean

swam across with my sins

it drowned my conscience

Please let me in

Please let me in

 

Spent too long in this hole

with the scattered brains of the ancient world

 

Depression was my friend

understood me so well

the time we spent

writing till he goes

his pain my prose

 

Ideas he'd have

ideas h...

Read and leave comments (4)

You thought you had your life back
The day you set me free
Trying to build a new start
Far away from me,

You thought anyone could take my place
Ease the burdens of your fears
Telling her she's the one
Getting no more of me,

You thought I'd give up my breath
Drown myself with tears
Not giving me one poor minute rest
With your face haunting me still,

You thought our love would defeat
from me far off and ot...

Read and leave comments (2)

Cowering I await
The monsters are about to emanate
From the landing
The stairwells
Which I so often dreamt
That falling dream
-they are about to emanate
and I hastily prepare
“you've had ages!”
but as always I’m late
so I remove staples from the magazine
and replace them with non-uniform,
full metal jackets.
I hope they explode on time.
I hope the rifled barrel,
fires in a straight line.
let the monsters come.
For...

Read and leave comments (8)

The Fun-Fair

 

Bodies spin, stomachs churning

Wurlitzing like teenage yearning

Shrieks whip up a sugar snap

Ozone crack cherry-pink beehive hairdo

For tonight the scrubland is suited and booted

Embraces the fair - holds tight

As snug as a razor-bladed lapel

 

That flush in your cheek is a fighting chance

The iron in your blood - the weekend

Squeezing through overcrowded veins

Jostling...

Read and leave comments (4)

When you could see the ribs of the poor

and the fat man watered their beer.

You knew who got exploited

You knew who to pity or fear.

The waif who was wan with rickety knees,

the rich man deaf to his desperate pleas,

died of consumption or killed at the loom.

Nothing marked his pauper tomb.

Now we have underprivileged

who are fat and spotty and rude.

While the super rich are toned and...

Read and leave comments (4)

From a bacony overlooking the Black Sea

We sat outside we did that night
The moon was high the sky was bright
The light did sparkle all around
Whilst all the time the waves did bound

And what a day we all did have
The sun the sand the peace the love
With smiles and laughter joy was plenty
Our newfound smells were light and scenty

We like it here it’s really grand
But time is short with much demand
As y...

Read and leave comments (2)

Poetry is movement without effort
Poetry should take you to places far beyond what your eyes can see
Take you to places where you can be free
Poetry is movement without effort
all you have to do is think and feel
and it will move you
and make your experiences real
poetry can cause pictures to form in your mind
speak a thousand verbs a thousand nouns or a thousand rhymes
all written for you to experience o...

Read and leave comments (4)

My first love is the theatre.  Ever since I could speak I said I would be an actress one day.  My whole life focused towards this one goal: countless drama classes, singing lessons, parts in community plays, school plays, music performances.  I've been involved in theatre in almost every possible sense: acting, singing, stage management, directing, painting scenery, making props and costumes, edit...

Read and leave comments (3)

I can't understand the unprecedented publicity of Coldplay's new album on the BBC. The Radio One DJs can't seem to go five minutes without mentioning it. I wonder what makes them so brilliant in the eyes of all the bigwigs at the Beeb. In Radio Times they had Simon Pegg from Spaced saying how great they were. Who cares about his opinion? If he was funny I might give him a chance. Needless to say h...

Read and leave comments (3)

Whose Heart Does She Make Beat Faster?

Whose heart does she make beat faster
As she once did to mine?
She of the smile that won my heart
She was to me divine
And as all angels do
She flew away from me
And I the fool the love I had
I never let her see
But someone somewhere has a beating heart
That she makes beat faster still
As mine did then when her I knew
And always will until
Upon my deathbed ...

Read and leave comments (5)

The most wonderful word in the whole wide world
Is a wonder-filled word called LOVE
No other world has a lovelier word
And I heard that it came from above
There isn't enough of this LOVE it is rare
But LOVE is the stuff you invest when you share
A wonder-fuelled word in a crazy world
Another lovely word is CARE.

Read and leave comments (3)

I know most of you use these blogs for poetry samples, but I haven't seen any clear rule restricting it to that, so hopefully this is OK...

If anyone's interested, I'm coming back to England in July. Here's the list of the gigs I've got lined up:

July 2: Leeds
Wicked Words, at Seven
July 6: Manchester
Poetry Party, at the Fuel Cafe Bar, also with Lisa B.
July 8: London
Poetry Shack, at the Old Crown Pu...

Read and leave comments (2)

the special relationship

transatlantic cultural exchange

we borrow from them

and remake after our own image

     and

           vice versa

but there’s surely been nothing so strange

as our reconceptualisation of

the comings and goings

of their beat generation

 

if Kerouac and Cassady had’ve known

where their road would lead

would they have remained at home?

 

pensioners by the thous...

Read and leave comments (1)

Nothing satisifies.
Nothing’s ever good enough.
Something else needed.

Grass always greener.
If life is to be like this,
it “should be cleaner”.

“It’s too expensive”
and you’re left feeling hollow
‘coz “it’s all the same”.

“It’s Wrong ?" oh so wrong”.
But when you do feel happy
I will see you laugh.

I love the feeling
of the sun’s smile on my face.
Shining, through glasses.

April - ...

Read and leave comments (6)

The lights are out upstairs in me

Hell knows my head’s been gone so long

Others can’t reach the place I be

Mind fears you are the only one

 

Kings fall and prince’s hearts unfold

Never to sail the storms I ride

Only the pen your fingers hold

Will write these truths untold inside

 

Read and leave comments (5)

lillles on a pond, lillies on a pond

lillies on a pond, a pond, pond, pond......

 

ripples on a stream, ripples on a stream, a stream, stream, stream......

 

pitter patter rain, pitter patter rain, pitter patter, rain, rain, rain........

Read and leave comments (2)

He thumbs buttons into holes,

tugs a collar to his lobes, steps into

the sleet which pings off headstones.

 

A yellow Ford picks up another fare,

follows feline peepers back to town.

The sky lets up, quiets. Bones

 

creak under the weight of darkness.

A hefty tang of gardenias lodges

in his sinus, stops a sneeze dead.

 

Read and leave comments (1)

Hello everyone. I'm new here, but really like the site so far.

Bright wishes to all

Joanne

Read and leave comments (3)