THERE IS NO GOD!
There is no God !
there is no hope
only the jerk at the end of a rope
that started as an umbilical chord
suspended from a bridge of sighs
that can't be crossed for wheres and whys.
No reason for punishment of sin or guilt
no need for churches to be built
the immaculate only a common conception
part of the overall deception.
The idea of a Holy Trinity
disappear...
Friday 31st July 2015 9:58 pm
Also by ray pool:
SEX SHOP | SURROGATES | SURROGATES | SURROGATES | BANKERS | BRIAN COX OFF CAMERA | KITCHEN PORTER | I DREAMED OF KIM KARDASHIAN | THE RESTLESS THRONG | WHEN PUBS HAD PIANOS | LIFE IS DUST | THE RHYME OF NO REASON | MEMORY OF HEAT | THE A - Z OF COMMUTING | THE LAKE | SLEEPING ROUGH | THE ADRENALIN RUSH | THE LADY SELLS TOBACCO | CHINOOK (2) | LONELY LABOURERS OF THE MEAN STREETS | CHINOOK | CAISTER ON SEA | PIGEON POEM | KNOCK THREE TIMES | ON THE HEATH | STRING QUARTET | OLD SKIN | SHE IS THE OCEAN | THE ESSEX BOYS(The Rettendon murders) |you reap what you sow
Let the weeds grow through our bodies
Let the roots grow through our bones
Let our sinews splinter
Our heart and lungs drown
In the desperate race for the sun
Let our sins bear fruit
Ripe and majestic
Let our hands and feet stretch
Far beyond the stars
Aching for light
Let our blood turn white
Let our screams fall silent as whisper
Let our tears drop like blosso...
Friday 31st July 2015 4:35 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
notes | seen but not heard | Brenda | counterpoint | the fear | chained | neighbourhood | the berlin wall | network | palm polly | scythe | lost highways | free | sober | drop | virginia | voices | dysmorphia | claret | economy domine | beach |Hunting (Game and Witch)
The need to post about this subject has been growing steadily since the story broke. I am of course referring to the American dentist and his murder of Cecil the lion. This event like a number before it (see Kony and his children army) has enraged the majority of people leading to a whole lot of tweets and Facebook rubbish. While this outcry is commendable it is sadly misplaced, self-righteous and...
Friday 31st July 2015 10:11 am
Also by Matthew John Rutter:
On the universe, thinking and string theory. |List of Poetry Magazines
Friday 31st July 2015 6:30 am
Also by Stockport WoL:
Poetry School ebook | July 2015 Collage Poem |An Oasis of Heart
An Oasis of Heart
Are they born there God?
Are they born with my tears?
What about you?
Are you happy with my sorrow?
Do you feel - cherubs be
A waste of our strength?
Be I strong to witness the child
Of Hamas hung in your faith?
Be I strong to encapsulate
A child of Mossad;
Do I bring her to The Red Sea?
What choices Reign
...Friday 31st July 2015 12:19 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Domino Theory or, Who's Next? | COLD | In Love, In Faith, In Honour | This Garden of Skipton | Pray For Beer | Made For Bad |One Suggestion Is All It Took
Alone and single
Looking for love.
Down at pub
Over a pint.
Moaning about life
Best mate Steve.
Listening then suggesting
You need company.
Grab a bottle
Come back home.
Forget just enjoy
Could sleep over.
Attractive wife Diana
Answered the door.
Purring sex kitten
Seductive transparent nightie.
Two hard cocks
...Thursday 30th July 2015 9:10 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Enter the Forbidden Zone | Camp At Butch Farm |What a word "Respect".
"Respect" What it means today...
It is,
Fears, to a power greater than I.
A Status attained, by experience of time, wealth or knowledge of I.
To Love, emotions bonded to another from I.
Towards Legacies, of creators and destroyers of all things including I.
Revelating Evolution, nails Legacy and provides theories of cells multiply.
Some still are, finding newer answers, n...
Thursday 30th July 2015 4:54 pm
Also by Jojomon:
in a Pot of Misery... | Dr. APJ Abdul Kalam, you will be missed! | The Instrument of Peace. | A Bottle of Champagne! | City Little... | I Write Out LOUD! | What clouds don’t show! | Dream Girl... | Funny Fights... | Your smile... |TWO SIDES TO THE COIN
How is it ethnics can proudly boast
of the rights of their community,
Whilst if the English do it they're burnt toast -
Scorned as racist with impunity?
Thursday 30th July 2015 3:57 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
LOVE SONG | WITH YOU | HISTORY TO SUIT | FOOD FOR THOUGHT |Not White To Weft (early poem for public art sculpture in Oldham)
Lay flat and spun together you’ve always run a town,
each part is party to the next and grown
separately we conflict and seethe from
it and sneer from it, no one is happy in slavery
wouldn’t talking be a step, food too and
work unites us, it’s not them making us toil
we all carry the can and mustn’t
need to chase our own tale to cause blame
each ti...
Thursday 30th July 2015 3:23 pm
Also by CathyLCrabb:
(untitled) |SHADOWS
The glint of steel, so sharp and smooth,
beneath my fragile fingers.
Delicate inlaid patterns reflect
an afterimage that lingers.
As a child I’d hide beneath cotton sheets
feigning death, that I could deceive.
Then risking a peep from beneath my shield,
oh, how my poor young heart grieved.
For in the corner of my eye
and with a silent cry,
it was watching.
...Wednesday 29th July 2015 8:50 pm
Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:
HOPEFUL EYES | A LOVERS EMBRACE | SHELL SHOCK | THE CLEANSING TIDE | PORTENTOUS PROGNOSIS | THE BALLAD OF THE FRIGHTENED EAGLE | MEMORIES OF OLD | GUARDIAN ANGEL | THE END OF THE DREAM | THE VOW | ONE LAST SHOT | TREE WISE MONKEYS | STORM FRONT | TWILIGHT DELIVERY | THE FUTILITY OF WAR | FRAGILE FAÇADE |memories
Swaying flowers,
passing hours,
birds in evergreens
happy smiles,
worth your whiles
and sappy little trees
muddy faces,
fraying laces,
and a gentle summer breeze
swaying flowers,
passing hours,
making memories
Wednesday 29th July 2015 4:09 pm
Also by mollie learmonth:
Humming bird | The floatability of fruit {an awardwining poem} |Little Man, Big Heart
LITTLE MAN, BIG HEART
It’s only a record, I said to myself:
and indeed it was
only a record.
Anarchy in the UK
on EMI
in the black sleeve.
One of two copies I’d queued up to buy
on the day it came out
in 1976
from the indie record store
in Canterbury High Street -
the other given to my then girlfriend
at Kent University
who was into Boston.
I had more than a feeling
she didn’t ...
Wednesday 29th July 2015 2:41 pm
the republican mantra
from meduaern come bees
fresh as yon hard-back beck :
lufteme pulled
by the petrichor of spring :
drenc on thunder : drenc on cloud :
aelmesgeorn in verge well give :
them stamp the snaeb
and drink the tear :
full fat their collared necks :
aswellan as swine in gor
Wednesday 29th July 2015 12:48 am
Also by jeremy young:
oubliette | pendle | a quiet revolt | the tea party | psalm 23 | yellow | nina simone | entropy | seep | tanning | agape | anarchist | media | francis harvey | you |Kismet
Ties loosen
eyes now bound
dominance and submission
momentarily forgotten
within their
kismet kiss
© Katypoetess 2015
Tuesday 28th July 2015 9:40 pm
Also by Katy Megan:
Vampiric Chivalry | Dodging Cupid's Arrow | Iron Lung |WHEN COAL WAS KING
(Forgotten pits of the Barnsley Area of the NCB where I worked)
In a simpler near-off age
We won the coal to earn a wage;
The seams were thin where coal had lain
For centuries at Darfield Main;
The work was hard, the money good
At Denby Grange and Bullcliffe Wood;
Black-eyed pandas left each shift
From Dodworth, Gawber, Royston Drift;
Coal Prep Plants built brand sp...
Tuesday 28th July 2015 8:20 pm
Also by John Coopey:
THE THREE HULATS | THE LITTLE MASTER | BARN DANCE (PROGRESSIVE) | MONOGAMOUS WORDS | OLD SEPP |tasty flesh
The hour is slim!
the time to entwine
with her
and with advantage
inhale
the heavy offering
from between the jaws
of her open thighs.
Persephone's tasty flesh
renders her cleft
of wet truth-
she can slake this thirst-
can assuage my ache
when, enthralled against
the serpent earth,
with legs knotted,
we lay tangled
in ancient ruin.
...Tuesday 28th July 2015 6:20 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
epileptic fit | Dreaming of the Tour de France (2015) | You at the back of the queue |How does it feel
To be locked out of your own mind
To listen to a tune so sweet
It could draw tears from a glass eye
How does it feel
To read nonsense dredged up by delusional minds under the misnomer poetry
So called poets
Stoking intellectual fires
Stunningly unoriginal
With aspirations of greatness
And worth.
How does it feel?
Ludicrous
Tuesday 28th July 2015 12:14 pm
Two Impressions of Early Summer
dull pink rises
over the growing
weight
of the houses
between
the quiet hours
the morning glories
close their petals
against the evening
rain
Tuesday 28th July 2015 12:07 am
Also by A.M. Clarke:
Moving From One Place to Another (with boxes) | Pen Pals | Apology | First Impression of Santa Cruz | Marie |I COME, I GO
I COME, I GO
I come, I go
I made mistakes I know
I repeated them over and over again
You know....
Troubled birth a dusty death
I laid shrapnel on this earth,
Yep I was a mess..
I come, I go
I love I lost
I reached out my hand
To see it bitten of
I tried to stay true
When confronted with lies
I tried to hang on
Even when ...
Monday 27th July 2015 10:25 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
When I see the word music, i do not think of war | We are constantly on red alert |SCARRED
Scarred
You don’t know me
Don’t ever think you do
Yet I always scream...
Stop judging me;
Stop condemning me;
Stop criticizing me;
And please don’t stare for too long;
Don’t smile to broadly, it’s rude
Don’t like narrow smiles either, Fake
I will bow my head, please don’t do it
I love you, you said
But why, I asked
Have you seen a weaklin...
Monday 27th July 2015 10:00 pm
Also by Henrietta Atsupi Gborgblorbu:
THE BEAUTY OF THE SHADOWS OF THE PAST AND ASHES | OBLIVION | THE AUTHETIC ME | HYSTERIA |Brahms & Liszt
Happy. Genial. Merry. Jolly
Blottoed, blasted, etched and blitzed
Mellow, foggy, hazy, squiffy
Tipsy. Tiddly. Brahms and Liszt
Dazed, zombied, tanked-up, trollied
Ganted, gubbed, guttered
Bladdered, blathered, leathered, plastered,
Sozzled, sloshed, scuttered
Hammered, battered, caned, mangled
Spannered, mullered. Half-cut, lashed
Twisted, warped, slammed, wasted
Wrecked, ru...
Monday 27th July 2015 3:22 pm
Hiroshima and Nagasaki
"We can't risk losing people,
Killed in action, far away.
What'll happen to their wives,
Their children, the next of kin?
We have to end the war,
But, none the less, we are
Too proud, too good, too vigorous,
To just give up, to just retreat.
Let's see what happens," did they say,
And to end a war, to save their lives,
They killed two hundred thousand people,
And didn't stop at all.
Sunday 26th July 2015 1:42 pm
Also by Siobhan:
A Haiku about a Library | In the end, nothing changed at all | Good old times |The Silver Chalice
I’m your silver chalice
And every drink you take; you’ll take from me
I’ll cool you with cool water when you’re warm
And in the cold I’ll warm you
And when you crave for me,
Take me to your lips
And smile at me the smile that launched
A thousand ships
Then I’ll gladly quench your thirst.
I’ll do anything that you need,
Guaranteed.
I’m your silver chalice
So...
Sunday 26th July 2015 4:21 am
Singing Too Loud
Dreaming of funerals
Dreaming of death
Dreaming impossible
Daydreams of theft.
Thoughts not unhappy
But hopeful and proud
Driving too slowly
Singing too loud.
Why is it sacrifice leads me to joy?
The heavy heart dragged
By the arms of a boy.
Why is it sorrow somehow leads me to laughter ?
The dreadful, dark ending
The what that comes after.
Why does the prospect of loved ones abou...
Saturday 25th July 2015 2:51 pm
Also by Corr Lens:
dont post a poem | Tom |captain hook 0730 (07/24/2015)
Balogna and hot dogs are god's noble blue collar meats.
They get the ugly, thankless jobs that nature did until we killed her, outsourced her, crushed her with tank treads and replaced her with a miracle of soviet era automation designed by the germans, made by the chinese, shipped by once-proud thai peoples, assembled by grunting aussies, and handed off to the regular malcontentious beta male fa...
Saturday 25th July 2015 5:53 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:
karaoke 2 (07/23/2015) | haiku dump 1 (07/17/2015) | Napkin 4 (07/20/2015) | Scott Peterson 2149 (07/17/2015) | malignamania (7/17/2015) | bar prayer 1 (07/08/2015) | stepson icarus I (07/03-05/2015) |Three poems part two
The Laws of Family Migration
The Venn diagram of transcultural love
has no full intersections.
A spouse is not a spouse but is a potentially
non economically active burden on the State
Hearts become coins become cherries
in a fruit machine. There are no
winning lines, nothing adds up. Love
conquers nothing, counts for nothing.
Meanwhile your child
is free to live in any c...
Friday 24th July 2015 9:11 pm
Also by pauline sewards:
Three poems |Going with the flow
I leave the station on the hill
Going with the flow
A shoal of bodies
Weaving
Winding
In unison to avoid the net
Some like spawning Salmon
Fight the expulsed tide
By going up stream
Jehovah’s witnesses
Standing battle ready
Disconsolate
Waiting, daring anybody to accept
The proffered hand
Holding a magazine
A book
Designed to bring belief
...
Thursday 23rd July 2015 10:29 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
Brighton Beach |Silence
Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words can never hurt me.
So cliche' wouldn't you say?
Now that I am older I know better; words hurt more than sticks and stones would.
Why would I care what others say about me?
It's a legacy I'm trying to leave behind standing in good graces.
I want to be spoken of with good intentions and a hope of good spirits.
How could you env...
Thursday 23rd July 2015 3:54 pm
Garden Thoughts
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 9:53 pm
Also by Ali Bell:
Infinity | Human Thought | The Wind's Betrayal | The Hike |Hunt of the Men to rule cycle
Into the vortex of timeless end
Where no other creature has yet begun
Turning from a rhythmic flute
The rabbit jumps into chutes
Darkness appears from the back of earth
No light shines longer yonder the pearl
Smoke derives from umbilical butterfly
Trapped beneath the Cheshire cat sign
Gulping milk to fasten bloom
Cookie crumbs, sugar rush delusion
To enter, only inception of living
Soul...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 4:39 pm
Also by Lubna:
Relations | Blue Flare | Child of Equinox |Twenty, One Line Poem
A ghostly Soldier, a Mother and babe alone, the price of freedom.
The chilled air rushes through the leaf strewn forest floor, winter's on its way.
A Mime make a rhyme, sure a Mime can make a rhyme, but who would hear it.
God is good and great, praise him now and don't be late, will decide Your fate.
The wind blows the snow into whirlin...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 12:38 am
DOWNRIGHT
Tuesday 21st July 2015 2:54 pm
Also by hershey:
UNLEARN | UNLEARN |untitled
Sometimes when life gives you hell.
I wanna give you heaven.
Lettin me into your family and life.
A true sign of love and trust.
I feel I always must tell you...
I love you.
So the days you feel alone.
I'll be your tree to your lonely stone.
I wanna bring joy to your life.
Like Uncle Phil did to Will in Bel-Air.
I wanna bring you comfort every time we meet.
Like ...
Tuesday 21st July 2015 11:50 am
Also by Ja'Saun Young:
How much is she really worth? | The art of giving up | HER |The evening sun
The evening sun
shines through the lens of my looking glass.
Drums beat in the distance.
Couples
young and old
stroll hand in hand
with no care for tomorrow
happy they are
beware clouds could fall.
A tourist with an I phone
takes pictures of my town.
Dogs run off their lead
they didn't see.
Silence the drums.
The church bells ring out
is this what it is...
Tuesday 21st July 2015 3:52 am
Vineyards
I noticed it after impact,
convulsions and some blood.
She said we weren't made to die.
I turned off the trimmer,
knelt to the jerking creature
with my harvest knife.
In the New world, nobody will ever die.
The movement did not stop
for several moments.
I buried the body; re-started the machine.
In the New World,
we will all be tending vineyards.
Monday 20th July 2015 12:30 am
See Sea
See Sea
A donkey ride and ice cream kicks
A stick of rock and lick your lips
Now I'll scoff a bag of chips
As high time tide begins to rip
Life's moans and troubles may undo
From a clifftop lighthouse view
It rains quite often when I'm there
But I see sea so I don't care
I bedeck myself in a chair
And swallow gulps of salty air
And candy floss is tempting fare
For a lonely seagulls...
Sunday 19th July 2015 11:29 pm
First Sight
FIRST SIGHT
They say beauty is within the eye of the beholder.
I don't know why but I told her.
It all started with a message.
Now I can't wait till she gets my message.
She was mine before she even knew it.
It's my time to show her love like she never knew it.
Can't help but wonder what the future brings.
But for tonight let's try some different things.
Sit around all day staring at he...
Sunday 19th July 2015 8:36 pm
Also by Joey Garcia:
Run |The Butterfly Effect
I lay here cradling my mosaic heart, untwinned in your palms. My naked body and mind no longer intertwined, A fated dualistic death. I gave myself to you unwittingly, unknowingly, punishingly... Sensual, seductive emotions ravenously race through my every pore, One last butterfly kiss, wanting evermore. My heart decadently dances with perpetual palpitation...
Sunday 19th July 2015 1:09 pm
Kindling
Sunday 19th July 2015 6:29 am
Also by Lewis O'Brien:
Fuck | Time | Stairs |Bleed
First one in a while, rather angry.
Hate holds me up and anxiety brings me down, what’s that you see on my face? A frown. A physical manifestation of all the macho gesticulation, degradation and miseducation of a generation that is force fed, bled and told to listen to other music instead. With all that stuck in your head, how the fuck are you supposed to move forward in life? Letting...
Saturday 18th July 2015 1:42 pm
Lucifers Gift
Lucifer's Gift
The candle flickers as death draws near
the whispering souls come out to play as the clock hit's Midnight
and another realm opens
Lucifer returns from his sleep
bringing a gift for his weary lover
a lovers kiss, a serpents kiss a poisoned box of betrayal like the petals of a red rose scattered amongst the ashes of a body that's been lain to rest out in the elements of this b...
Friday 17th July 2015 11:36 pm
Also by Anna Grinter:
(untitled) |Made up
I made another's face not mine
a mask of colour to hide behind
I painted lips of ruby red
to frame the lies that would be said
I rouged my cheeks to feign a blush
in skin so tired blood does not rush
eyelashes layered and stuck with glue
eyelids I gave a greenish hue
mascara, black, layered heavy as lace
no trace of truth on a made up face
Friday 17th July 2015 2:06 pm
Also by Michelle:
He's a Poet | He’s a Drunk |EMOTION
Rid me of emotion
It’s dragging me down
If it carries on rising
I’m going to drown
Emotion
Battered and broken
No break from
The waves of
Your verbal berates
I’m now susceptible
And wide open
Your outward displays
Of whispering love
Containing
Unrestrained
Inward hate
Eroding away
Exposing
My expression
Of despair
And hate
...Friday 17th July 2015 1:09 pm
A Tit for a Tat
The pot called
The kettle
‘Black !'
The kettle rebuffed
‘Pot, cry not foul,
Nor must you bark,
While it is stark,
You are a sooty reflection
Of a night, pitch-dark! '
While the blood of children,
The fair sex, the feeble and the old
Is still fresh in their hand,
Perpetrators of genocide
Demand, the less democrats,
Cursed and shunned
From a diplomatic mission,
Must step aside
By ...
Friday 17th July 2015 11:08 am
New Writing workshop news
can now confirm guys first workshop for my new creative writing workshop 'west end writers' will be 20 august 2015 from 6.30pm to 8.30pm at West End library, Winsor Road, Denton, Manchester, M34 2HB.
Tuesday 14th July 2015 10:50 pm
Also by Andy N:
Picc – Vic Project |Mini gun
For me there could only be one
The beautiful Dillon mini-gun
Can shoot 6000 rounds per minute
Damage really has no limit
Six beautiful long barrels
Turning anything into particles
Shear violence is the purpose
Say goodbye to the calmness
Mechanical sound is glorious
Spinning more just for badness
There is nothing that is indestructible
So big and yet beau...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 5:27 pm
Also by Powervalve:
Tomorrow is a scary place | You are my desire | Live your tomorrow | Beauty is not seen | My parents | From where we are | I am what I am | My little friend | The one that got away | love without laws | From the past to the present | Every sense | Chances | My glasses | Sense of destiny |Any poet`s answer to the Astronauts
Today, after nine years travelling three billion miles, the new Horizons space craft will get our first `close up` of the planet Pluto. Which is as good an excuse as any for re-posting this revised and frolic `religious` version of what the entire celestial thing was about in the first place. (It`s pure, spectacular, poetry fodder man - pure poetry fodder!) .
(A frolic)
To God the st...
Tuesday 14th July 2015 4:44 pm
My Last Entry
~~
Soon, vines made their way around my heart, holding on to a life I had lost at the sight of her back. It held me in place long enough that in that moment, my chest had forgotten how to dance. It could only push through with snow instead with it's natural warmth, leaving me cold. And my body was slowly becoming an ocean, bruised and wrinkled and it was then had I realized I was drowning with no...
Saturday 11th July 2015 6:47 pm
Also by Agony Aiane:
Freefall |DESK
.......
Telephone against your skin
How I wish I was him.
Glasses perched against your eyes
To be that close and still survive.
The coffee cup against your lips
That I could stay within each sip.
Computer screen facing your breast
You ask a question , it's always yes.
Keyboard bouncing with each fingerprint
To lay beneath your hands again.
Purchase ledger on your knee
Y...
Friday 10th July 2015 9:56 pm
My dear friends,
With great pleasure I want to participate, to all of you, the recognition that the writer and Serbian poet, Tatjana Debeljacki, has given me and which I humbly receive with joy. She interviewed me recently and published it in her literary magazine Diogen Pro Kultura .
If you are interested in seeing the interview, that was just published, this is the link:
Friday 10th July 2015 8:27 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:
Without Excuses |'Yes, I Will Wear One'
Yes I Will Wear One
(lines written in response the suggestion that
those who are mentally ill should wear
wristbands to identify their conditions)
Yes, I will wear one:
retiring, undefeated,
or at least not admitting it,
as I back away,
hot tears rolling from eyes
spiked with despair
down cheeks
hollowed by time,
I will wave
both my arms
in the air, cry:
It's not me...
Friday 10th July 2015 3:48 pm
Whats in a Name
I love her name
It gently alights upon my pillow
Brushing my cheek
Soft as not to awaken me
I love her name
It dreams through my night
Taking flight before the morning
Fancy like a sweet refrain
Warm it lights the summer
Time over time
Her fragrance upon my lip
No song was ever sung as sweetly
Nor did it sound so lovely
I love her name
I love her name
Friday 10th July 2015 2:50 pm
TRAP!!
Given the senses
to see, smell, hear
taste and feel
One grows up
Embryo once;
learns to crawl
and to fall
Traits gets boned
Along with the flesh,
To cringe the eyes;
Seal the real
Terrain of the paranoid
Ears deafened to
Overlook and avoid
Odour goes foul;
In robes of pleasing egos
Ignoring the emanations
Of humanity
Touch becomes
a hidden desire
to suffice depraved ...
Friday 10th July 2015 3:28 am
Also by Juhi Gupte:
Just-in-time |MY FATHER'S WATCH
MY FATHER’S WATCH
Almost a year after he died
I’m wearing my father’s watch
Automatic, Swiss, 1947
I looked it up on line
The local old fashioned jeweller
Says it’s a very nice watch
Leave it alone, don’t mess with it
Just wear it all the time
It has old fashioned ways
A turn before bed, another
In the morning and one
Just about midday
Although automatic
It needs the attention
...
Thursday 9th July 2015 11:54 pm
Rain
I hear the pat of a falling drop
On the skylight above my bed.
Sleep won't come early tonight.
The sound repeats and I dread
That drumming keeping me awake.
I lie awake in torrent
Churning the day gone past.
Hoping my woes and my anxieties
Will drown in the self pity that is -
The pounding of the rain.
Fatigued. My weary body
Throws up an umbrella up to stop
Further thought from hi...
Thursday 9th July 2015 3:48 pm
Lost and Found
Being blind was not something new to me. In fact, I was so used to the darkness, that light hurts my eyes. When did I get so used to exsisting?
Life passed before my eyes; hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into years. All I had left was darkness; I was surrounded.
Suffocating. I was suffocating. The words were caught in my throat, and my eyes squeezed to keep...
Thursday 9th July 2015 7:10 am
Also by Chandana:
In Regards To |Paper Dreams
Paper Dreams.
On a grotty Northern Rail from Manchester to Leeds,
a poet feeds his love for words by
pouring his heart out onto crumpled receipts.
A baby bleats.
The clink of the track as rhythmic as heart beats.
The nasal voiceover floats through the carriage
and bloats the ears of tired commuters;
spiral eyed from a day in front of computers.
Nothing but a coffee cup to see them throu...
Wednesday 8th July 2015 9:40 pm
what can i say?
what i see is what i want,
but what i see doesn't see my want
Wednesday 8th July 2015 2:35 pm
Riding a Tiger
On face a sham normalcy
the core filled with dread
At a very cusp of no return
can’t help but forge ahead
All deemed plain pushover
how it ended up otherwise
None other there to fault
since caught in own devise
Those efforts painstaking
a well thought over intent
Ended in such an imbroglio
that no one could prevent
Resources all...
Wednesday 8th July 2015 8:58 am
the raven speaks unto the dove (new edit)
I was sent to sea
A long time before you, dove.
And Honestly, I flew above
It's storms and moved for Him these great, black wings
In search of land. In the vast freedom of Nothing
I beat.
Until my reality was abandoned.
God’s faithful servant, Noah
And every one of God’s men cheered for
the fortuitous return
of you
...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 10:09 pm
A Foreign Wood
The empire called for more men, and they came.
Shipped from sub-continent
to western front,
Gallipoli, Mesopotamia, East Africa,
largest volunteer army in the world.
They weren’t ready for the cold;
couldn’t understand new officers
when theirs were slain.
Some wounded, shipped to England,
died and were buried
in a corner of a foreign wood
with Muslim honours...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 4:14 pm
A Poet's View
Imagery is not always metaphorical
But often the result of our selective senses
Seeking fact
Further filtered through the poet’s head
And heart
To an essence
That speaks in multiplicity
Whether intended
Or not.
Cynthia Buell Thomas
July, 2015
Tuesday 7th July 2015 2:53 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Points |Storm inside a man
Tuffan ki shakal me ham jab ayenge
Sab ke hosh ud jayenge
Aadhi duniyan dubo denge apni lahron se
Jis din ham josh me ayenge.
Behoshi ka aalam h charo or
Jab tak ham nashe me hai
Halchal macha denge sare jahan me
Jish din ham hosh me ayenge.
Bhid me chhup kar baithe h abhi ham
Lage hai khud ko tarashane me
Aa gye jis din bazaar me bikne ko
Log sabse jyada...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 2:20 pm
What those who know don't hear
Once upon a time
Sunday 5th July 2015 8:35 pm
Road Home
I drove home from Sunday night folk club with a storm over my house in the distance. The beginning of this came to me.
Road Home
Leaves and walls and windows spin,
a jigsaw broken by a falling sun.
Heat,
the road home,
a breaking storm.
I wonder what we began.
There is no calm centre,
power and colour after.
Yesterday isn’t the journey,
no...
Saturday 4th July 2015 5:04 pm
like stars
Like the stars up above are your sparkling eyes, You make me happy when you smile, like a surprise Your face i adore, And the love i have for you grows more and more I hope someday we get to explore the world Im just thankful to god that your in my life.
Saturday 4th July 2015 1:08 am
Also by olivia:
nieve |cars
I hate speed
Licence to kill, not a thrill
There is no need, for any kind of speed
Wanker Bankers thrive on it
Arrogant tossers delight in it
Put them on a treadmill to charge batteries
Take away their car keys for life
Coppers should set an example
Instead of speeding at every opportunity
One law for them, another for the lower orders
Cars are murderous machines
...Friday 3rd July 2015 5:09 pm
Religion
Religion
Sunday morning and up out of bed
Time to inscribe more beliefs in your head
Listen to preacher for he says no wrongs
But ignore all the pictures of boys dressed up in thongs.
The blood and the body will nourish your soul
And his words and a book will make you whole.
We look onto Jesus for what to do next
He guides you, he's in you, it's not that complex.
This man in white robe...
Friday 3rd July 2015 7:46 am
Also by K.G. Mikel:
Soliloquy of a psychopath at Gunpoint |It’s not rain
Fire erupts furiously
A roar of thunderous anger
Followed by a rush of garishly smoke
A message released in desperation
Begging for acknowledgement
Only to dissipate
To vanish
To float past heaven
As the sounds and smells become part of the world
It is exposed
Seen to death
The final act
A lone and solemn drop
Emerges
Subtly slipping past sight
Falling...
Friday 3rd July 2015 4:01 am
P4
I fell in love with Vic in June,
one sunny Dulwich afternoon.
I revelled in her company.
She didn’t fall in love with me.
It’s foolish, but it feels right
that I should keep my torch alight;
my heart demands that I defer
to love, and for the love of her
who wants me only as a friend,
I’ll simply let myself pretend
that one day, maybe, she might wake
and recognise a telling ache.
I k...
Thursday 2nd July 2015 12:26 pm
Out Dogs and More Along With You
n our home in Aughagreagh we used to have our share of the local sessions, where neighbours met up to party, tonight in one house, next night in someone else’s. This tells of a local house where the wife had a short tolerance after a certain hour and wanted the house cleared. The locals, out of a sense of fun and divilment, were not for moving… I wrote a version of this before and lost the words o...
Thursday 2nd July 2015 4:38 am
SHADES OF SURFING
~~Watching wet suited fella’s a’bobbing
Got to wondering and then some thinking
Why so much sitting, and waiting
Continuous bobbing with legs a’dangling
There goes a wave, what’s wrong with it?
Is he just enjoying a tight suited, comfortable, sit?
Occasionally... Very occasionally, whilst waiting
Activity will occur, legs and arms wildly thrashing
Damn, missed the crest. One of the bes...
Wednesday 1st July 2015 5:53 pm
Dangerous
Dangerous men are governed by others , who dictate the way of the past . There duty to pray for forgiveness . They forget forgiveness won't last . There hatered , there greed and domination . Is born into there soles at birth . Thinking all females are there for there taking , and only them should they ever serve . But serving them females are committed , becoming betrayed , used and abused . So b...
Wednesday 1st July 2015 7:19 am
This Place
This building, this monument to my demise
This place supplanted for working I have come to despise
This battleground of angst and stress
Its tendrils tear down and barriers undress
My everything lies broken upstairs in my mind
My hopes and my dreams like dust from the grind
A warzone where many face few
An enemy within each day anew
My brain I’ll ca...
Wednesday 1st July 2015 1:25 am
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