No one likes lonliness,
It's an endless pit of darkness.
Battling gruesome demons,
Struggling to forget those wretched memories.
Decayed flowers and surging tides,
Lonilness is sleep deprivation, a weak soul, a cold heart,
Lonliness is my biggest demon.
Friday 25th December 2015 1:08 pm
What would we do if the poems ran out
our energy supplies cut off?
How would we explain that away
without the words and what they convey?
Like the blind we'd have to evolve
with only the touchrod of insight to solve
those infinite days and their challenging ways
to stumble over imponderable matters
and stare at statues
or bleakly at sunsets
Monday 30th November 2015 3:53 pm
'Sue fancies Bill.
Bill fancies Tim.
Tim fancies Jane.
Jane fancies Jim.
Jim fancies Kate.
Kate fancies Anne.
Anne fancies Pete,
and Pete fancies Sam.
Sam fancies Rob,
but who fancies you?'
'Mum, I don't care,
while I'm having a poo!'
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Sunday 25th October 2015 11:44 am
I have a large knife in my hand
and I’m not afraid
to skin this mother
to sliver away at the
stiff upper lip of a
banish wrinkles, dents and prickly bits
and behold it
cleansed, stripped, unveiled
If you ask me again
I will plainly chop
the thing in two
while I wonder what I could be
This repast, the fourth of the day
mentally diarised between
broken blinds and...
Thursday 22nd October 2015 7:47 pm
I faced the judges
the line of their strength
read my poem
as best I could
my finest up 'til now I thought
the duration being of acceptable length.
a row of stares.
I rose to leave
the room at once
my dreams and my art
in hopeless tatters.
"Shall I close the door?" I said
"Yes if you will," said one of the -----
Saturday 17th October 2015 10:21 pm
On 21st November 2015, we all swing into action to light up the whole town with words and arts!
Make a day of it.. Arrive on the ELR as part of their Ales and Tales event. Come for brunch and leave your kids writing in the library
Events for all the family all day and an 'adults only' theme in the evening as poetry meets burlesque.
See the website for details www.rammylitfest.com.
Wednesday 7th October 2015 3:55 pm
I see you
I hear you
I feel you
Is what you tell me
I keep explaining
Keep blaming myself
Don't tell me you understand
Saturday 26th September 2015 12:40 am
WORDS OF WONDER
A word on a line
joined with many and more,
a story to tell
from behind a closed door.
A line on a page
and a paragraph to make,
from a thoughtful sage
to the ones who forsake.
A page in a book
telling tales short and tall,
just have a quick look,
hear the whispering call.
A book on a shelf,
many dusty old tomes,
a wealth of words
from across quiet rooms...
Thursday 24th September 2015 8:55 pm
We’re doing crosswords in the pub
Because that’s what lovers do
When they fall out of love
Crosswords in the pub
We don’t speak much anymore
Except to discuss clues
Because that’s what lovers do
When disenchantment ensues
We’re doing crosswords in the pub
But at least we’re still together
Keeping each other company
Thursday 17th September 2015 11:09 pm
Tuesday 15th September 2015 1:09 am
~~PRESS RELEASE – GREY SUN, DARK MOON, a new collection of poetry by Trevor Maynard
Taking us from Sunrise, through Morning, then Later, into Dusk, and concluding with Night, this ...
Monday 7th September 2015 10:07 pm
It's been there all week...an undercurrent of urgency, despair and crisis. It's been hard to think that the minutiae of my day to day tasks matter in the face of unspeakable horrors happening for folks who are just trying to find safe spaces. It's been challenging to temper my desire to help/donate/contribute in some way with the fact that there are also folks close to home who are in urgent nee...
Sunday 6th September 2015 5:47 pm
Hello friends of CPC,
Over the next few months we will be makin...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:50 pm
Oh deep, dark depression,
my uninvited guest,
the persistence of oppression
is precluding my life’s zest.
The dark before sunrise
of a dawn that just won't break,
suppressed by a thirst for my soul
that only sorrow can now slake.
The wisps that you are weaving
are clouding my damp eyes,
a cold and cloying shroud
that’s covering all that I desire.
Thursday 20th August 2015 11:58 pm
How can a lie
make the whole world cry,
yet they claim there is nothing to see,
where nefarious knaves
and the covetous crave
beneath covers so stealthily, free?
No thought for the plebs
as they weave dangerous webs
in a world already complex,
where the sins of the saints
have done nothing but taint,
confuse, deceive and perplex.
To forgive and forget,...
Sunday 16th August 2015 5:17 pm
May the ink that flows
from the nib of my pen,
forever entertain you.
With words of love;
of life and wonder,
like beams of light
through clouds of thunder.
May the blood that flows
through my hand as it writes,
forever reassure you.
With thoughtful verse
and encouraging rhymes,
to ease you through
your challenging times.
May the emotions that fl...
Friday 7th August 2015 9:36 pm
To feel her warm and gentle hand
upon your smiling face,
her tender loving caress is like
a sweet and soothing grace.
Teasing, as your fingers
trace a tantalizing trek
along her silken stockings
as you tenderly kiss her neck.
Gazing into enchanting eyes
so deep with dark desire,
whirling pools of life and lust,
dancing in dangerous fires.
A hint o...
Saturday 25th July 2015 1:46 pm
The whistle blows to sound the charge
and over the top they bustle and barge,
covered from head to toe in mud
and soon tainted with flesh and blood.
Up the ladder with slippery rungs,
a scream of rage from terror filled lungs,
adrenalin coursing through every vein
with the fear of not coming back again.
Knee-deep mud sucking boots from feet,
tangled in barbed w...
Friday 24th July 2015 2:55 pm
The stains upon the bar
tell of many sad tales
of love, loss and tragic lives;
and drink to drown out the wails.
Another washed out soul
seeks the solace of the glass,
to wash away the memory
of another broken pass.
another gambling god,
another weary player
bet his life upon the sod.
The rings around his eyes
mark the t...
Sunday 12th July 2015 3:53 am
The flickering light calls from
across the disused railway embankment
like a lonely beacon sending signals
into the misty grey dawn.
Quietly questioning a world
still wrapped in strong arms of slumber.
I consider sending an answer,
would that I understood its coded question.
I’m drawn into its intoxicating world by
the pulsating rhythm of its incandescent heart...
Tuesday 7th July 2015 10:15 am
How frail, in truth,
is the world that we tread?
Captains and kings
claiming calm sea’s ahead
as they’re riding high
upon their silver spoons
laughing, as below
the world withers too soon.
How thin the membrane
of life’s brittle bubbles,
building our barriers
and avoiding all troubles.
Do we wonder at the reasons;
do we hide or protect
as we inch to t...
Wednesday 1st July 2015 3:16 pm
Peppercorn eyes or was it peppermint eyes, does it matter?
Something...orginal eyes! Something blazing eyes...something dreamy and crapper.
Yes, so he tasted of morning breath and the blandness of saliva
but just write that he tasted of strawberries and hope because that sounds a lot nicer!
...Wait... stop! The ryhme is off!
Can you have more ryhme this time, less variation.
Wednesday 24th June 2015 7:05 pm
“But it’s not my fault”,
cried the mouse in dismay,
“I though I knew where I was
but appear to have lost my way”
Sat at the foot of my bed
with his hands under his head,
he tried through his tears
to relate what is here.
I set out early this morn
after nibbling on some corn
for my breakfast, on the cob is best.
I was raring to ...
Friday 19th June 2015 12:40 am
A single word;
a phrase or gesture
can trigger a feeling
of wondrous rapture.
To be told that you're worth
more than the drifting sands
that daily slip through
your trembling hands.
To be surrounded
by such appreciative people
makes me want to shout
from the highest steeple.
Words of thanks,
so loud that you all know,
that for you, the ink...
Thursday 18th June 2015 11:01 am
Standing close behind
She shudders in anticipation
For his commanding touch; but
He denies her such satisfaction
Only applying goosebumps to her skin
His hot breath teases increasing her adrenaline
Fingers hooking the straps of her top
Pulling over those soft shoulders
Drawing down ever slowly like molasses
Cascading over skin on winter morning
The cloth rolls over nipples perked
Thursday 28th May 2015 1:52 am
You’re like a perfect picture of everything
Your mind, your laugh
That genuine smile
You’re like a breath of fresh air
So pure, curable
It’s insane how you made me feel
You want me to believe I’m sane.
I almost lost in all hopes
Love, life, happiness in whole
It was a downfall, endless hole
Somehow you came into my life
And proved the world isn’t that bad after all.
Your words ...
Friday 22nd May 2015 4:03 am
i am drawn to
seas of clouds above in nothingness
the seas of water
the seas of open land and forests
the cities with seas of
concrete and people
i was born to be a
Monday 4th May 2015 12:04 pm
~~NOT A MACHINE.
I don’t want to be in a hundred places.
I don’t want to drown in a million faces.
I don’t really know them.
I don’t want to show them who I am.
I just want to dam this increasing flow
Of places, faces I can’t put my finger on.
If I close my eyes they should be gone.
But they linger, hanging on,
Banging on like a spoilt brat.
Droning on about this ‘n’ that,
Like a coll...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 7:17 am
The time of labor start once one clocks in
as the money is important for survival.
Better to have it than being flat broke.
Despite what those on the outside peeping in may say,
this man right here isn't flipping patties for nothing.
For he longs to return to his life back home,
which ran smooth like molasses
then snapped in half like a pair of glasses.
As the infallible re...
Monday 13th April 2015 5:10 am
In case you didn't know,
And so you will remember,
Just think of what you hold,
And here is something simple,
And, so you will remember,
I'm tying this string on your finger.
Here is something simple,
Of why you came to be there.
I'm tying this string on your finger,
And mind your mother,
Of why you came to be there,
Think why we took the bother.
And mind your mother,
When you l...
Friday 10th April 2015 4:02 am
Hello there. Here is a new, ridiculous poem about fannies and the joy of owning one. If you are reading this in the US, fannies means front bottom and it’s only ladies that have them. Oh yes, I have published a real book made of paper; it's called Slightly Wrong, and it is full of daft poems. It's a bit rude. You can get it from Amazon here if you are desperate.
Fannies arrive in al...
Wednesday 8th April 2015 7:05 pm
O' sing for Aphrodite, when she fled
The bonds of heaven, to rescue her son,
When trapped in battle at the war of Troy,
Instead of choosing to sit idly by,
She dared to shrug the burden of her tears
And take the winged chariot into battle,
And, reaching for her love, was stopped by spear,
And cries of passion rose against the sky
Before she sought the refuge of her chambers
To mourn the l...
Wednesday 8th April 2015 8:28 am
The spider in her web,
Waiting the night,
Expecting love to come,
And slake her thirst.
She lies wrapped in
Chambers of silk,
And she lays her hand
Upon the windowsill,
Looking for her lover.
Saturday 4th April 2015 2:33 am
A pair of field guns stand
Backs to the castle
At the high street
A sign reads
'Please do not
Climb on the guns'
As if children
Could pose a threat
To these two
Worn with age
Weary with boredom
Never to speak again.
We stare for a while
Examine them closely
Friday 3rd April 2015 6:00 pm
Date: March 27, 2015
Subject: Call for Submissions for THE POETIC BOND V
Contact: Trevor Maynard, email email@example.com
THE POETIC BOND is an international poetry anthology published in paperback annually. This year the series is entering its fifth year, and expectation is once again high for this year’s crop of poems. Over 120 poets from 17 diff...
Friday 3rd April 2015 3:21 am
How I want you
The way I like you
Ready and willing
Dressed in lingerie
With a kinky appeal
How I want you
The way you like to
Pleasing us integrity
Showing your ability
That kinky appeal
How I want you
Lingerie and body to flow
Lips to travel down low
Tasting sex appeal
Sunday 29th March 2015 11:23 pm
Forging of firmness in frail frigate
Unision is unlikely to happen
Cranky & cruel words spew at will
Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette
Monday 23rd March 2015 2:51 am
On this very night
come friends old and new
laughing on the past.
Monday 16th March 2015 1:30 am
Sunday 8th March 2015 2:18 am
my heart once dipped in
thy fount of beauty,
you were there,
beautiful and bare
in your fortified heaven,
and, woe the day
I felt your face upon my palm.
Saturday 7th March 2015 6:14 am
Orginally posted on www.uink.ca
Aloofed characters we'll see
Lost in the translation to hopeless dreams
Observations of selfish greed
Never to be complete
Ending life on "E".
Longing to find "a" single character to stitch to incomplete seams
Saturday 28th February 2015 4:56 am
I was lost among the old junk,
in the farthest of corners, when
I heard a clock ticking away.
It had a rhythm of its own,
though the ticks were separate
it appeared to echo instead,
and when I watched the clock face,
the second hand would twitch a bit
before jumping to the next notch.
'Must be a pice of junk,' I thought,
then I looked down and checked my watch,
and it read the sam...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 3:38 pm
How is it so beautiful, winter?
When I look around outside,
I'm reminded how precious the light,
The smiling sun letting me know
The joy in the white of the snow,
And the blessing of time, and open eyes;
How precious the light in this time of year.
Wednesday 18th February 2015 1:35 pm
When, whatever you want
I'm here for you, always near
In any circumstance.
Monday 16th February 2015 9:59 pm
Cold at the pump, I rub my hands together,
But, for a moment, there’s nothing there,
And I search for the pockets of my coat,
My breath faces its very death and fades,
And somewhere in the air, I leave it there,
And notice my time is ticking away,
The cold gets in close and I feel the chill,
When I realize I’m getting mugged by it,
And shiver and shudder at the thought of it,
Sunday 15th February 2015 9:49 am
When I had first laid eyes on you days after we first met
I felt i had finally found someone I could call my own.
Knew you were different than the other women.
As months went on, I'd grown to appreciate everything about you
from your radiant smile that lights up my day
to your warm embrace when our bodies become one.
As well as your bubbly sense of humor.
It shouldn't be hard ...
Sunday 15th February 2015 1:19 am
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
That you’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.
Saturday 14th February 2015 7:18 pm
THE DAY BEFORE VALENTINE'S
Is this ritual or adventure
See how quickly
The words are written
No longer anonymous
Is this a box to check
A form to fill
A contract to renew
An essential procedure
The mind indifferent
Even irritated but....
The heart restless
Insistent that this
Is not an option
Ink on cardboard
Flesh on flesh
Friday 13th February 2015 3:06 pm
Thursday 5th February 2015 4:43 pm
Hope I make the most of my gifts.
I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago
Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.
Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning
for the top where I oughta be.
Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see
possibly change someone's life.
All I want is for my family and my girlfriend t...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 3:49 am