It's easier not to love
Sometimes it’s better when you don’t have to love,
Easier when she just doesn’t give a fuck,
She said I didn’t play the pornstar, and that’s a good start,
But tonight we’ll agree neither of us have a heart.
And like a weight that’s been relieved,
Like new lungs still waiting to breathe,
There’s no pressure, or so I made myself believe.
So in the morning you can just get up and lea...
Sunday 31st March 2013 8:39 pm
Also by Wez Jefferies:
Support the troops | Free Shaker Aamer | One for the couple at the back |BENEATH THE TREES OF LILAC
DISPIRITING CLOUDS THAT
ENSHROUDED US IN TWILIGHT
BENEATH THE TREES OF LILAC
NATURES PERFUME FILLS THE AIR
AS WE WALK TOGETHER
HAND IN HAND
ALONG THE PATH OF LOVE
LONGING ,YEARNING FOR
EACH OTHERS TOUCH
ENSHROUDED IN TWILIGHT
WAITING FOR THE DARKNESS
TO HIDE US, ALONG THE PATH OF LOVE
THE MOON IS HIDDEN BY T...
Sunday 31st March 2013 4:36 pm
Also by BRIAN EVANS:
SILENCE | NOSTALGIA | LOVE IS BORN | LOVE NEVER DIES |The Penultimate Battle
It’s has always been easier to slay us
With your obedient insecurities
Cheerfully devoted to poetic doom
You speculate, create and anticipate
A wheel of fortune that spins in your tomb
Lashing and flaying against happiness
You claw and spit against the lid
Of exhausted insight and recognition
Crying out against comprehension
With a scream of lies and unravell...
Sunday 31st March 2013 10:26 am
Also by Katy Megan:
Nesting | Suspicion | Equinox | The Cottage II |Ticking off the List
I miss your face, I miss your smile,
That look you gave, when you were around,
The memories are here to stay
Now you're gone, I just feel empty
I scan the contents of the page
And keep ticking off the list,
I hear the wind outside
Whispering your name
Halfway down the stairs I stop
Listening to the tick of the clock
In the lonely air of the hall
...Saturday 30th March 2013 11:04 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:
A Curry Sir.. |the small american mammal lied
the coldest nights are the quietest
though the litter chatters around my feet
like the arctic teeth of an almost corpse
and the gas settles close to home
glassy in it’s welcome
the trees, taut, still brittle of bone,
clench every desperate sinew
as fleshless fingers on a wintered birch
gnarl a carpal tunnel to the council’s moon
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:31 pm
Also by Paul Sands:
revolution runs better on stolen gasoline | cleansing the orphanage with fire and prayer | bowie (if you didn't know) | Free | Mountebank | This Pig Society | For Cornelia (after viewing ‘Neither From Nor Towards’ then visiting the Norfolk coast) | Ruined |Blood Privilege Review
Saturday 30th March 2013 3:55 pm
Also by Alain English:
Paper Tiger Poetry March 15th |Wake up Britain and smell the coffee!
Hey you!
put down that paper
full of hypocrisy and lies
why let Murdoch indoctrinate you?
you are not one of the one percent
not for you their deceit
their toxic measures
to turn man against man
woman against woman
when united we must stand
against our oppressors!
Take note!
dailies rile hatred and poison
aiding and abetting ...
Saturday 30th March 2013 11:48 am
Also by Lynn Dye:
Snowy Window |My poets
Are you up today,
or are you down,
are you wearing a smile,
or a frown,
are you average this evening,
or simply fragile ?
Both my poets,
present as clowns.
One young, only just beginning,
one mature
and ever so giving,
one's stole my soul,
one's heightened my senses,
I hope none of us part.
One my harshest critic,
one my sh...
Saturday 30th March 2013 5:27 am
Thoughts Are Things
Thoughts are things
Not things that disappear when your mind is closed
Or a wave of energy that fades away
Oh no, thoughts are things
They’re here to stay
So when I see you face to face
I take that vision place to place
And when I’m tired and sleeping fast
That thought is with me in my dreams
Because thoughts are things
They’re here to stay
...
Saturday 30th March 2013 4:00 am
Also by Steve Higgins:
The King of the Garden | TV |In The Frame
In The Frame
We met in an antique shop,
while you were sifting through
dusty memories
and tarnished gilt.
I was new and bright -
just what you needed in your life
at that time of regrets
and heartaches.
So we went home together
and you placed me on a pedestal.
The centre of a universe
that orbited your soul.
I put my arms
aroun...
Friday 29th March 2013 10:45 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Forget Me Not | Encounter (This Motorway's Mine) | The Hoodoos | From Virginia | The Trade Name | Copernicus’ Commentariolus | Black Widow | A Step Towards Winter |Chess
I always felt it would be a game,
between you and I.
Cat and mouse I thought,
me the cat,
playing the chase,
never leaving your side,
wrong was I.
It turned out to be chess we play,
you chose black,
leaving me with white,
you being from the dark side
and I from the light..
I moved first,
you next,
drawing us close,
game on,
...Friday 29th March 2013 4:09 am
Wings
Wings
Those walls could have been
A hundred feet tall,
No, a thousand feet
With every inch taken like breath,
And I’m sure the humility behind them,
The exhaustion to climb them,
Would take the deepest intake of air,
Still,
No walls knew this man,
No walls could keep
Boundaries of forfeiture,
To see the stars tumble
From looki...
Friday 29th March 2013 1:23 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
On Being Here | Middle Eastern Man | Stop! | Hysteria | Travelling | Falling On A Crutch | Through Broken Glass |UK Prime Ministers
Prime Ministers Walpole, Compton, Pelham read this from a book
P-Holles, Cavendish, Stuart, Greville, and Wentworth take a look
Pitt, Fitzroy, North, Petty, Bentinck makes you think
Perceval, Jenkinson Pitt younger I think I need that drink
Addington, Grenville, Canning, Robinson, Wellesley nowhere done
Grey, Lamb, and Peel, Russell reciting this for fun
Stanley, Gordon, Temp...
Friday 29th March 2013 12:26 am
UK GIN DEPENDENCE PARTY
UK GIN DEPENDENCE PARTY
We’re not fascists, are we, dear?
Bring that bottle over here.
Now. Where was I? Enoch Powell?
Sod this irritable bowel!
Do you play goff? Come down the club.
Just a snifter, lovely grub……
What, no blazer? Borrow mine.
Chin chin. Maggie, ‘79!
Now. Where was I? Nigel Farage.
Dear! More bottles in the garage.
Really ...
Thursday 28th March 2013 9:53 pm
Grope Lane
Ah, the shame of ill-placed modesty!
Perhaps we should be satisfied that at least part of the whole name remains, unlike many street names which have submitted to the puritanism of local councils. In York, for example, it’s even been sanitised to Grape Lane.
Three cheers, then, for the people of Wakefield who protested and successfully thwarted the renaming to “Tittle Cott”...
Thursday 28th March 2013 9:51 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Chris Huhne | Paint It Beige | 50 Shades of Earl Grey | Ollie the Otter | To Munt - A Barnsley Conjugation | The Dog's Bollocks | WonderBale |Pile of Stones Shackleton Moor
The final passage of man’s impact
Stones won and worked from a gritty rock face
Once made a shelter, a base, a home
Long abandoned and without form
A vegetated hump on the moor edge reveals
Tilted on its clean worked facet
A stone sink in ashlar remains whole
Testimony to lore
Cleanliness’ was next to godliness
In the high lonely Pennines
Thursday 28th March 2013 4:51 pm
Also by Graham Ramsden:
Castlerigg Stone Circle | Thirteen Shouting Americans | Watershed This Morning | The Beck Stone |CUT AND PASTE THE MILLSTONE INTO A TIME MACHINE
The exterior appears alive
The interior's brown bread
The smile smiles but the head's mashed
H'orderves shattered, tattered and scattered
Over a kaleidoscope ocean swell
The bell tolls out of control like a fire engine on heat
Beating faster, harder, threatening to burst the ticker
On the B of the bang
Badly drawn curtains
Expose the writing...
Thursday 28th March 2013 2:10 pm
The Golgi.
Life's colours are painted by the brush our brain cells create.
The Golgi, "a neuron in the cerebral cortex with short dendrites
and with either a long axon or a short axon
that ramifies in the grey matter."
I hope to turn my grey matter into a rainbow,
each strand of light connecting to my heart's valves.
Curiosity - a humans speciality,
our chef's signatur...
Wednesday 27th March 2013 6:16 pm
The Down Time
The down time creeps up like old Bolton smog
soaking into my flesh
and trickling black treacle
that thickens from within the mesh
of chaos, thoughts, decisions
crossroads and dead ends.
And before long the gloom of the down time
becomes regular time and time stands still.
When I’m up I smile and glow
Like the summer solstice
but when the do...
Wednesday 27th March 2013 5:32 pm
Also by Martin Bailey:
The Membrane of Your Soul | Lycanthropy | Of Pirates and Poets |PIC-USB-4550-sch.
Is that you? In the mirror.
Unstoppable, decay.
Is that you? In the plaster.
On the wall. Fading away.
Is the heartbeat, so disjointed,
that you will fade, and fade away?
Has your body, completed changing?
Does the blood vapourize, then decay?
And is your father waiting?
Is your mother waiting too?
And your husband, and your husband,
Is he waiting, ...
Wednesday 27th March 2013 1:38 pm
Untitled
Withered flowers fastened to a wasting bench,
Its plaque and pickled paint are weathered long.
The buckled slats curl flecks on harshest winter's freeze.
Where age defies intent to which it did belong.
As passers-by whom in their daily cues entrenched,
They, wrapped in woolen shields, look blindly on
And notice not the broken petals on the breeze,
Nor sense the echo of a parted...
Tuesday 26th March 2013 11:51 am
Also by Simon Austin:
Humanity Lost | Waves (A Final Letter Home) |I took his word as golden.
And it turned copper in my hands. Now I'm stuck. And expensively mobile. You look good in a wig, Why do you ask?
Tuesday 26th March 2013 8:43 am
Dawn Demure versions
Dawn Demure
Dawn December day.
Machine peacefully sleeps.
Slumber banished.
RAF pilot.
Spitfire!
Kept warm, mission time, Norway bound.
Snow, fjords, mountains.
Cockpit, aboard, checks,
rise, feathery clouds.
Recon.
Fine machine, woman.
Precision engine.
Exquisite cameras, spy on Nazi’s Christmas.
Thousand mile trip, freedom.
Gen...
Monday 25th March 2013 7:34 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:
STORM CHASER | Zombie | Thun Lit | Skull City | Dawn and Dusk (for Anneke van Giersbergen) | Swim in the Sea | NATALIE SERIES POEMS/BOOK |ThePoetry Spoke March - Open floor & Guests
'ThePoetry Spoke'
Great poetry and acoustic music
Tuesday - Tomorrow! 26th March- doors open 8pm
La Gondola
22a Liscard Crescent
Wallasey- The Wirral
CH44 1AE (a stones throw over the Mersey from Liverpool)
Check us out in the gig guide...
Our Guest Poet
Write Out Loud's - Dave Morgan
Dave's poetry leaps through kitchen sink dramas, c...
Monday 25th March 2013 7:07 pm
Also by Chris Co:
Think TANK! | Some Politicians |The Last Word
Right.
When the air is clear,
Not quite as blue
And every other problem
Isn’t you,
When the demon lit
Calms the hue
And allows another point of view-
Then I’ll grind the shells
Beneath my shoe
And I’ll hope it’s not too late
And worth the wait.
Also-
Get some bin bags.
Monday 25th March 2013 12:04 pm
A QUESTION OF FREEDOM
My father's generation was lost to give freedom to the world
Into the maelstrom of World War One he and his kind were hurled.
When the carnage was over and the survivors staggered back
There was little here left for any brave man-jack.
And when World War Two was declared over twenty years on
That generation was called upon and once more to war had gone...
To free the peo...
Monday 25th March 2013 11:14 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:
SPLIT INFINITY | THE PRIMROSE - a reprint | PAPER CHASE |the Bright Side to Each Other's Moon
12/1/12
Ripples in the water. Forever bouncing. The transformation from Sea to Land. The water. a Constant Surge. Pulsating Tides. those Building Blocks. Keeping a foundation grounded. The inspiration behind the pen.
_______----_____________-----_____________----_____________----_______
Are we all just words in a pictionary born again to have meaning? My reality appears vastly d...
Monday 25th March 2013 5:06 am
The Darkening Brume
What light across the cloudless bay
Falls placid on thy peerless face
Relected on the now calm sea?
That in its rage did toss in
Tidal abandon the wreckage
Of the human condition cast
Recklessly from the shore.
Do not despair nor fling thy dreams
From this vapid spit which clings by
Wiry Marram to this wretched
Isle, detritus ringed on littoral
...
Monday 25th March 2013 12:39 am
Also by Andy Ainsworth:
Dreams | Morning |Our Sanctuary
enchanting armies of harmony...Phalanxes of rhythmic phoenixes.......remixing life to art art to life dark to light death to life.......music is our sanctuary music is our life to art art to life the art of life is the heart of life...... lifes A cycle like sum hyped CD or 12 inch vinyl spiral tribes thrive.........revolutionary recital....like breath music’s vital enlightened or suicida...
Saturday 23rd March 2013 3:03 pm
Set from March's "Pop Up Poetry"
My performance of "Thomas", "Fishmonger", "The Creation of Beans", and "Puppy Dreams" at Pop Up Poetry in March. Thanks to Janice Windle for making the video!
Saturday 23rd March 2013 1:58 pm
Junkie 4 Love
I am wasted and all strung out,
Don’t have the voice to shout,
The lonesome blues have gotten to me,
I am hooked on you - can’t you see,
It’s an addiction - a terminal infection,
I need a shot of you - a lethal injection,
My slow burning fuse is about to ignite,
I just can’t find the strength to fight,
Climbing the walls as they close in,
It’s my punish...
Saturday 23rd March 2013 12:00 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
Spring Has Sprung | Tea Total Infusion |Is
''Is that all that
there is?''
All that
there is-
is,
and
'is' is
all that
is there.
''all that
is there
is there?''
all that
there is there-
is there
''is that all
that there is?''
all that is there-
is all that there is.
words and foto(self-portrait) Tommy Carroll
(trans...
Saturday 23rd March 2013 11:48 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Christianity and other myths | Cohen |click click click
click click click Thursdizzle 13th January 2011 7:16 pm (first posted Wednesdizzle 12th January 2011 11:53 pm)
Ouch
That was a funky-ass big-ass house
Came down up tha sky
And up in tha end it fell on me
Just mah sparkly Nikes ta show
I str...
Saturday 23rd March 2013 11:40 am
go to the woods -
I stood in the tall mirror
on the border of puberty,
not long before i had learned to see myself.
Glass against foil, a simple trick.
Even though the foil was peeling,revealing itself plain
i believed
in something better
and i looked right in to the point where they say He hides
deep inside the ripples of glass
and i squinted my eyes
knowing ...
Saturday 23rd March 2013 3:51 am
AND SO..........
And so, The true voice emerged, Out of worthless words, Blurted by the herds, Who claimed to care, But only shared, Whats left of a third, The equivalent of a turd, Compared to my worth, Disturbed, When I reversed the cycle of the absurd, To turn, And witness the stern, Of people who never earnt, Or learnt, What I originaly yearned, And now the back burns, The bums of those return...
Friday 22nd March 2013 11:25 pm
Good River Feeling Bad
Thirty
Rivers carry debris until floods release ghosts
So the dead can make deposits and withdrawals
Planks, fallen branches, corpses of fish, fowl, mammals and dreams
Become ghost ships carrying organisms to new destinations
With water as medium the dead and the undead sally forth as equals
Two:
Good River Feeling Bad
Her voice is deep water
Though she’s too shallow ...
Friday 22nd March 2013 6:25 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):
Trapped Inside |....of words or people
Jostling egos demand a hearing.
Who is listening?
or enjoying?
Scribblers desperate to win, to be read.
Who reads?
or appreciates?
Here is my book it's only three pounds
to buy, I wrote some at
workshops, more on a weekend course, and
did you hear
I won a competition, and
I was second in a slam, and
I had two guest spots last month, and
...
Friday 22nd March 2013 7:13 am
What Billy Collins taught me about my first ever poetry reading…
It was by chance, or I would like to think destiny, that I happened to notice glossy postcard sized advertisements sprawled across the faculty workroom table with BILLY COLLINS written in rather large, noticeable white capital letters against a solid charcoal background. Detailes were in much smaller print written in both white and red surrounding his name. My heart must have skipped a few beat...
Friday 22nd March 2013 6:12 am
Without having sought you
Without having sought you,
love turned into skin and dwelt among us,
you and I,
just one world
I see you with my soul,
you give me warmth, your hands assure me,
your words come to me
and gifted me with a new life
Nothing was spared!
I know that you love me and from so much love,
we’ll continue to live for our love,
because our ...
Friday 22nd March 2013 12:02 am
Also by Noris Roberts:
When the yearning comes... |The Twenty First of March
The twenty first of March!
It’s a rainbow’s arch as such.
Equinox in springs
World Poetry Day brings.
It’s not an accidental event.
It gives this day a certain content.
A content to all those who can fly
And to all those who new things try.
A poetic word is an art.
It comes straight from the poet’s heart.
It gives a poetic word a chance
...Thursday 21st March 2013 8:47 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
I Am a Woman | World Sleep Day | March Is In Love |HOLLOW
Turn it off , shut it off
and suddenly numbness no feeling no emotion
life is black and white , the world doesnt make sense
yet suddleny its all clear , no emotion no heart Only a world of knowledge: simplicity
she can look but she cant see, emptiness fills her eyes a rock replaces the place her heart use to be.
she walks in the world feeling hollow , free , not feeling anyt...
Thursday 21st March 2013 3:20 pm
Also by HIDDENGIRL:
secret | PURPLE | FORGOTTEN | EMOTION | BLURED VISION | EVOLUTION | Poisin Fantasy | GOODBYE | EUPHORIA | CAN YOU SEE ME | MY EMPTY ESCAPE |Small Things
Thursday 21st March 2013 1:52 pm
ANOTHER NEW YEAR
ANOTHER NEW YEAR.
Attend your church.
Lurching forward
Towards new year.
No new news,
Only the same old views,
From the same old crews,
Kneeling in the same old pews
As last year.
Cleaning out their souls.
Caught sinking in the holes
Dug by last years fancies.
Their attention held in holy trances.
Fortunately,
Between the saddl...
Thursday 21st March 2013 10:42 am
Also by Pete Slater:
THE NEED | THE NEED | LOOKING FOR ANSWERS. | DICKHEAD | FOR FUCK'S SAKE! | WHERE'S THE SENSE? | GET IT?? | BALLOONS |THE BIRD
after seeing Carcer City at the Westy
“Had T. S. Eliot been born in the late 1980s I have no doubt that he would be standing on a dingy stage, clad in a Converse T-shirt roaring incomprehensibly about April being the cruellest month.” The Dreaded Press
In the morning I watched the 2012 Olympic torch
being lit by the sun (it only took a few seconds)
while a group of Gree...
Wednesday 20th March 2013 9:46 am
Also by Rodney Wood:
VISIT TO THE AUDIOLOGY CLINIC, 1973 |Two Trips to the Orthodontist
Two Trips to the Orthodontist
(a true story)
The orthodontist said to me,
the orthodontist cried,
‘When Adam says he’s cleaned his teeth
he’s obviously lied.
I cannot undertake to treat
a mouth so grim with plaque.
He must buck up his thoughts or else
I cannot have him back!’
‘And look’ she said, ‘these eye teeth here
both sport a li...
Wednesday 20th March 2013 9:22 am
I Miss You
Hello there,
Angel from my nightmares.
Devil from my dreams
a grey spirit that weaves
its way through my existence.
What a Dementor does to souls
or a Dalek to a human heart.
Even a superhuman heart
can break.
Just ask Logan,
a force so strong
a returning phoenix
could not reignite remnants.
I miss you.
Whatever yo...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:50 pm
Scared
Embroiled in scars of lifes past hurts.
Stains on the heart, like earth stained sheep,
the stain removed.... the taint still grows.
Hold it.......
cherish it.......
feel it, feeding on your bones....
Fed in thought by candlelight,
The lifeless soul of mistrustful deeds.
Gently hold it in healing sleep,
the bleeding heart relentlessly weeps......
As open h...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:15 pm
READ AL LABOUT IT
Hi Everybody
Im very excited not only because its 2 DAYS TILL PROS & COMS but also we have hot water comedy's finest Paul Smith joining us. other guest include Stephen L Smith and Denis Joe
show starts at 8pm see you there. 88-90 lark lane, aigburth L17 8UU.
and its still free
Paul In action
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akh2nmxxlGA
Tuesday 19th March 2013 5:03 pm
Also by Pros&Coms:
Pros & Coms 7th March |Synaesthetic Symphony
Synaesthetic symphony
plays out behind the drapes
as a figure becomes realised;
each line and tone to form, compose,
a mirroring in real eyes,
a lesson in anatomy
Energies of form release to
represent a vertebrae
Fit chin to floor, rib to eye
Geometric nipple
planes to ankle
by degrees
Pelvic make up, breast and buttock,
brushed in...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 11:53 am
Soul (raw draft)
He swooped down,
sent from the Gods,
majestic bird he was
and stole my soul.
The soul theif,
I call him,
he'd circled for sometime
and his fate,
laid in my hands.
He didn't stay long,
long enough to know,
he'd always be mine.
Then called away,
by his master,
he flew .
Empty,
I was,
till I heard a record on th...
Tuesday 19th March 2013 10:50 am
Valentine Rooks
Rooks, building high this year, aloft,
Flap from their airy, twig-perched palaces
Coarse, comic, voices - cawing in the cold,
Like pealing of cracked bells; these country fallacies
Say when their nests are high, the sun will hold
A honeyed glaze on sky farm field and croft:
So, let this moaning wind in telephone wires,
For want of choices, on this bitter day
When shadows cree...
Monday 18th March 2013 10:21 pm
Also by STEVE RUDD:
Ambulances | The Year of Two Comets |More poetry published
Dear all;
More blogging of material off me soon when NaPoWriMo for this year starts (http://www.napowrimo.net/) which my blog (http://30poemsin30days2013.blogspot.co.uk/) will feature but in the meantime, I've had some more poetry published at:
The End of Summer IV at 'The Home of the Exiles' Volume 1, Issue 2 which can be seen at: http://static.inexsilio.com/pdf/2013_spring.pdf
And...
Monday 18th March 2013 8:30 am
Six nations sensational win for Wales
Never in 132 years have Wales beaten England by soo many points,
The pride of this win healed their aching shoulders and joints.
Wales destroyed England's grand slam dream,
With a 30 points to 3 win,Welsh smiles did gleam.
Heading into the match needing 8 points or more,
Wales were rampant and won by 27.What a score !!
The Welsh crowd in the Milenium Stadium played...
Monday 18th March 2013 6:32 am
Catalonia
Trees shoot,
Sixty,
Eighty feet up,
Geckos scuttle,
Run roadside,
Zig-zagging,
Covered in dust
Gaudi's touch,
Kisses buildings,
Streets,
Pillars,
With mosaic coloured magic
Skin singes,
Sizzles,
Through spf 50,
Islands rise from the sea,
Defiantly,
Yachtsmen in the harbour,
Watch on,
Silently
Gravy...
Sunday 17th March 2013 9:44 pm
IMPATIENT SPRINGTIME
IMPATIENT SPRINGTIME
Impatient springtime
caressing the shore line
under a watercolour sky,
gentle white tipped
blue waves with breezes
blowing in our ears
whispering of warmth,
teasing us to put away
colder morning memories,
urging the shedding of
woollen scarves and the
lengthening of dog leads.
Copyright(c)David Subacchi.2012
Friday 15th March 2013 11:36 pm
A day in the life of... an old coat
I’m hanging here
to remind you
of the you
you once were
(of a fashion)
and a time
you once fitted
like a glove
as you flitted
here and there
happy in the thought
that you were
going somewhere.
Leopard print or leather
all the buttons that you never
sewed back on
nest
in the linings of those pockets
amid the lipsticks ...
Thursday 14th March 2013 1:04 pm
Stockport WoL Poetry Anthology
I have already produced the anthology. It contains our collage poems and our homages to the Art Gallery.
And it is entitled A Marble Ascent
It can be bought here:
http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/a-marble-ascent/13717505
Wednesday 13th March 2013 10:05 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:
March Madness |Sphinx round the corner
Two golden buttons
in a grey silk cloud,
tiny suns over threads
and dances of leaves.
She went out forever
that summer afternoon
which drowned its light blue
fire in the dark pond.
When she disappeared
round the corner,
looking for a fresh pallet
of ivy and moss
where her old eyes
could rest at last,
to put on two stones
smoothed by the morning
dew. Small sphinx,...
Wednesday 13th March 2013 5:59 pm
Black Ocean
Tuesday 12th March 2013 10:07 pm
Thankyou
Simply to say thank you to all the peolpe who have posted comments on my verses.
I feel vulnerable right now, so rather than come off site, I've removed verses that are special to me.
All of you keep up the good work and keep writing your wonderful poems.
Tony, I will be in touch.
Take care,
Alex x
Tuesday 12th March 2013 9:17 pm
Mid-Summary Murders
Mid-Summary Murders
No need for sleuths
When the brown people die.
No maverick detective required
To ponder the motive,
As he looks over the rubble,
With eagle eye ,and later argues
With his boss,(crusty but benign),
To be given another 24 hours
To follow his hunch , crack the case,
And identify the perpetrator.
No. That won’t be necess...
Tuesday 12th March 2013 5:21 pm
Elephants on the Beach
As a child I once saw Elephants on Blackpool beach.
They lived under the tower, outside rarely seen,
But each morning I believe just as day fully took night
Elephants could be seen.
Like beautiful children holding tails they crossed
That famous promenade, and in my mind camera
Etched forever they will alwa...
Tuesday 12th March 2013 4:51 pm
Vex Recedo
We march
In the light of day, that came at the third strike
Patterns of our boots etched in the mud
Like twisted leaves, a vortex in the dawn
Takes our breaths with each step
Harmful red lights glinting
Through the broken foliage, the toxic forest
Leaning in by our sides
It can't be long, I say, can't be too long
Shouts come now, from the front of the line
...
Monday 11th March 2013 9:21 pm
Also by David Blake:
Breaking Out From the Basement | Steps/Spirals |Marbury
Today I took the long narrow lane
Which turns and winds to Marbury.
Found the seat opposite the Lamb
Turned right ,
A row of houses , where you lived
Many years ago.
..... and the fields are raw , bleak ,
frost is cold against grey hedges clipped back for winter
it is very quiet ,
horses wear coats , grey sky ,
...
Sunday 10th March 2013 9:56 pm
The Macabre Castle
Sunday 10th March 2013 9:19 pm
they fly by
Sunday 10th March 2013 3:33 am
Burnden Disaster 1946
Burnden Disaster 1946
They were only going to the match
Bolton versus the folk from Stoke
Cup fever gripped the town
Fans flocked down
Over eighty thousand of them
Burnden Park, home of the Wanderers
Excitement in the air
The war was over
No-one knew the terror afoot
Gates shut as the ground filled to burst
Some climbed in over the railway embankment wall...
Saturday 9th March 2013 11:05 am
minnow
the water is cold
as I dip my hand
silver-eyed -
a minnow
approaches
my fingers open
my hand
is a cup
the minnow
visits
the minnow
means
everything
to me
magic and fleeting
a mercury being
the whole world
echoing
within
his scales
Thursday 7th March 2013 8:49 pm
Unawares
It never had to be
True to anything,
No imaginings in
This hard cold place
of Gradgrind notions.
No space
for human emotions
with Mills and Boon
connotations
in your scared home
of fear and frigid heed.
But palpably I suspect you care.
I believe in a cautious kindling -
Because your arms are warm;
And sometimes unawares,
I watch you s...
Thursday 7th March 2013 4:34 pm
The Daily Mail's our Bible
The air hangs heavy as a Suffolk sow,
they’re Monday morning miserable
those office workers, tripped on time,
drag leaden feet through treacle steps
to tortoise to another desk,
peer over rims at tomb-toothed grins
to listen to the weekend’s sins
that hold no truth or interest.
Grey faces merge with grey on grey,
perspiration circles swirl on poor...
Thursday 7th March 2013 1:11 pm
On Social Strata
Don’t look askance upon my lowly stature on the ladder.
Your great disdain even to shake my hand
Says more about your character than mine.
If your nose turned up any more, the rain would soak your brain – but -
No great damage there.
I think your little grey cells have crawled,
Like embryonic spiders,
Into your deep, slow-sucking crevasses of sel...
Wednesday 6th March 2013 11:32 pm
The Gipsy Clouds
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:41 pm
Also by Ali Taha Alnobani:
My one day friend, Mark | The Bride of Necklace of Tales | The Gate | I'm to leave now | The Strawberry woman | Fusion | Rifle and Violin | Sofia's Masterpiece Story |Judicial Continuity
If God is a judge
Does he make a decision
Refusing to budge on any omission.
Or, does he readily, occassionally say
I fucked up there
On coping a plea or well aimed prayer.
And how does one appeal the almighty seal
To a tribunal, following a funeral?
The father son and Holy Ghost
Is it by email or sent in the post
What are the rules
For hu...
Monday 4th March 2013 1:18 pm
Jules
Saturday 2nd March 2013 8:16 pm
Currently Untitled
(Poetry experiment after reading some Etheridge Knight.)
The young girls and
the young boys
all sit and play with
their new toys,
but at the risk of
sounding like an old fogey;
these new toys aren't
like our toys used to be.
Saturday 2nd March 2013 10:31 am
Geraldine
If you knew Geraldine…
You`d worship there
Not just the loveliness of her,
At how, under the sheer sheen of her hair
Her eyes rest, wide, apart,
As through their gathered darkness subtly dart
The glimpse-lights of her soul`s dear beauteousness.
But stilled to a reverence in your mind you`d bow
To all the calm peace that`s set
Within the twin-templ...
Friday 1st March 2013 11:24 pm
Running Man
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
reminding t...
Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm
Suburban Sunrise
Just a sunrise on another suburban day,
And the early morning feeling is drifting away.
The sound of distant footsteps echo the dawn,
The trees cast off the night-time shadows they’ve worn.
And in the city the people are stirring,
Soon the rat race will be turning.
Suburban sunrise you calm my mind,
You feed emotions of a mellow kind.
You make me feel like nothing’s rea...
Friday 1st March 2013 3:38 pm
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