Poetry Blogs (Sep 2016)
far from the highway -
caterpillar fit to burst
settles for a nap
light bright butterflies
bring nothing of the darkness
from the chysalis
Ah, this old hillside:
one day for seventeen steps
a butterfly led.
heading for the door,
the butterfly in my hands;
my improvised cage.
end of the street
two butterflies waltz closely
return to the clouds
Friday 30th September 2016 10:53 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Haiku Collection #7 | Haiku Collection #6 | Haiku Collection #5 | Haiku Collection #4 | Haiku Collection #3 | Haiku Collection #2 |
Listen to me,
I know what you’re thinking,
“Great another poem,
Are we done yet?”
But listen to me.
You have a voice,
Well, use it.
Because unlike you,
But listen to me,
I don't know what you’re going through
And I can't tell your story,
Only you can.
So listen to me.
I want you to look around.
You are in a room with...
Friday 30th September 2016 8:18 pm
Also by Poetryum:Gone |
the photographs of road signs charged by light,
footprints on the dashboard
or blurred trees stooped like men picking leaves.
Or the back of my head, the garden shed
or all the landscapes from summer days when
we turned the camera on ourselves
and photographed nothing but wind.
We send thanks
and message school friends, relatives
and people w...
Friday 30th September 2016 7:19 pm
getting out of your comfort zone seems impossibe.
inside youd like to stay.
what waits for you outside of these walls may amaze you.
how scary it is to step out of the routine.
judgement awaits in faces you thought youd forgotten.
dont let it scare you we all have something to give.
take time to heal to grow and fully accept who you are.
climb up the ladder....
Friday 30th September 2016 5:06 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:Not for you | My lonely | Uncontrollable | Solitude | Supportive loyal fake friends | Beauty on the outside | leave the rotting skin for color | men with selfish intent | climax deadzone | god found me | my own relationship with god | the parties over | what we will never see |
From the staircase outside my room
tall mirrored windows spy the Square below.
People meet, gather then disperse,
I surveil disinterestedly.
Further down, to where they walk
the land falls away.
An English moat protects the Isle,
but only as this glass protects me.
The ditch, a false defence,
for no-one holds the Sea.
Red funnels glide between ports,...
Friday 30th September 2016 1:32 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Nurture or not | At the edge | And he never woke up | Fidelis ad mortem | Reflecting on an equinox | Sunflower | The Wetherspoon supporters club (tongue very much in drunken cheek) | Hole | Maquis | A storm without an ark | Youths blind vanity lost | Carousel | Seminal work | The Superintendent | Sons of Leicester | A full disclosure of injuries sustained | Dilemmas diluted | Feeding the monster | November 2016 (may be deemed offensive by those from delicate constitutions) | Truce |
When poetry is called non-progressive,
Society prioritises gains,
Machinery and banking are the blessings,
And human race its own path betrays,
What can a poor poet, born untimely,
Achieve in the unfair descending world,
Besides all the unnecessary rhyming
And even less appreciated rightful thoughts?
The current art is to confuse and stugger,
To hint to dirty secrets, all aloof;
Friday 30th September 2016 1:30 pm
Also by Valerie Livina:It would be good if you were here | There are just four main types of art | How can I praise my love in bare words? |
I’ve come to believe that people are strange;
You never quite know what they’re going to do;
And there is one thing that’s not going to change;
The obvious way is not what they do.
They think and act, defying all logic;
You’d think they were stupid, or maybe just mad.
They seem to think things happen by magic.
Thinking about it, it’s really quite sad.
All this str...
Friday 30th September 2016 1:00 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:(untitled) | Dreams Of Demons | Screams | Life | Memory | Cricket | Bletherin’ On Cricket | Cardiac Case | Late Sailing | Home | ‘Oh’ Level French | Lost Love | Writer’s Block | A Bee Or Not A Bee | Stormy Beach | Choices | Thoughts | Life’s Highway |
The leo all alone she stands beside herself
Afraid to open up and be strong like no one else
The libra is a key a master to obey
The one who has reason to truly walk away
The ram or even goat it is a treat to see
The archer as a hunter is the prey to finally feed
The night in which is dreaming the dreams
That walk away the lonely and sacred heart is afraid to truly say...
Friday 30th September 2016 6:28 am
Also by Albert:The lioness i need |
O what i wonderful day for me to wake up only to wait and see what horror lies ahead
I shall not falter but tread lightly on this thin line and proceed to go on with my day
Let me put on my boots work my hours long but fulfilling
Learn my job hard but where I can achieve greatness but first i must be great
Talented as such myself will show me more behind the closed door
I lie on...
Thursday 29th September 2016 6:23 pm
Also by Jay:Open (neglected) | Last call | Pitch Black (hit&run) | Depending | The Call pt one |
Call me the doormat,
The infestation of rats,
The ‘oh she ain’t all that’,
Call the kettle black!
Call me the diva, the princess, the moan bag,
The emotional one, oh isn’t it sad?
The hot head who can only nag nag nag,
That period trainwreck – a handful for a lad.
Call me whatever deflects most from what reflects
When you stand by the mirror and boast,
Thursday 29th September 2016 3:40 pm
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:LOVE DRUG | The Plight of the true Snow White |
...........who have questionable
chains of thoughts
that when displayed,
translate light into dark.........and worse.
Thursday 29th September 2016 12:25 pm
Also by Jemima Jones:strikes | Tears for the overlooked | outing | costume change |
a life time
Thursday 29th September 2016 8:30 am
Also by Estelle Haward:Crossing lines | Choices | Reflections | Ocean Breath |
Love was just a word,
Until you came along
Now it is a feeling
So fierce, and strong
So stay young and just dance
And don’t listen to the lyrics
Because life is better
When you don’t fully understand
Thursday 29th September 2016 4:49 am
Also by B D:Seasonal Bliss |
I seek out the whole truth and nothing but the truth
Swearing through all the lies to fabricate moments
That endured through our times and ravaged our movements
Ending frail elderly and chasing away youth
Gazing towards the stars to phantom the future
As the past just erodes and becomes mere rubble
Destroyed by the present amidst all this trouble
That secrets seek revenge and strips away ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 2:55 am
Also by Louis Audet:Vow of a father | Lovers to Friends | Pleasure | Small pets | Tightness | Mr Fantismo and his carpet | Mr Fantismo and his unicorn | Being grandma | Pig thoughts | Her back | The burger | Deafness | Centerpiece | The book ending | Bright Star | A blooming book | Truce | The hump | Tonight? | The Farmer | You | Shower Away | Sundae | Crisis | Advice from Dad | Poneytail | Separation | Parking Lot | The stalker | Young coeds | Forest survival | Finding love after | Live for today | Frat party | Darkness follows | Let's hope for peace | The Bridge | First Night | Breaking the cave |
Drift with me into a free floating galaxy, A world of no worlds
There's no truth in definition, no laws to govern
But the pull between our hearts is undeniable
For you will see that where chaos presides logic will dictate the course of man
Emotions take a stage and your Heart is the forefront of our story
There are pages to be written and stories to be defined
But in the silence ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 2:01 am
Cleaning out the cobwebs in the corners of my head
Blocking out temptations of you in my bed
Gotta get you out from the darkness of my mind
For something better this life will find
What I need right now is some focus
Not some bullshit hocus pocus
So i’m traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling on
I’m traveling, traveling, traveling, traveling on
Yes, I’m traveling, t...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 10:36 pm
Also by Kimberly Ray:Angry Beast | It's all good | Oh happy day | Crashing | Hush | What is love | All that remains | Feeling Again | Let Me Live | On a winter night | Just Be | Imagine | Closer | Lemonade | Nights | Desires | Devil dancer | It's a mystery | Me | Dangerous Intelligence | Traveling down the road of life | Untitled | March 15, 2002 | Release Me | Constant Replay | Sunday July 14, 2002 | Motivation | Friday July 12, 2002 | Morning Sun | Puzzle pieces of my heart | Red in bloom | Drowning into your possession | What really matters | Your kiss | Drowning | Love Spent | Sweet dagger of mine | Wasting away | Love dreams | Precious moments | Villianous Love | Friend or Foe | Wounded heart | Archaeology of St Lucia | Soft sea of regret | Silence grows | There's so much more than this | A crack in the wall | OK | Please don't make me think | Surf City | In the dead of Winter | Chasing love | What do you want | Just Words | Oblivion | Peace of mind | Simple | Beautiful People | Losing a friend | Into the infinite abyss |
(An original stolen from me by Al Jolson)
They made for you the famous quote.
“He’s as bent as a nine-bob note”.
You’re no longer whiter than that Gandhi.
First, Big Sam
Was on the look-out for a quick bung
Now Big Sam
Is sorry that he’s ended up stung
You flew a thousand miles
To make a quick pile
Wednesday 28th September 2016 9:19 pm
Also by John Coopey:MILFORD, NEW MILTON AND BARTON-ON-SEA | OUR GERT | LEST WE FORGET | THE LOVERS |
A seeming half acre of rest spreads out
in Sofaworld, balm to the footsore,
a polite jungle of shapes, making the passage
of berthing time complacent where listless couples
check labels, passing between the Ambassador Suite
and the Grosvenor Sublime.
At the end of a day
Coffee tables nudge in
and footstools like crouching bears
beef out the designated squares.
Wednesday 28th September 2016 9:03 pm
Also by ray pool:BELOW THE GROUND | CULTURE SHOCKS | NEW GLASSES | TWO LIVES | CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN | JESUS WEPT | VINYL FRONTIER | THE STORM | SOMETHING FOR THE WEEKEND | SHUT DOWN | THE ALL - AMERICAN | LOOK UP TO THE HEAVENS | THINGS TO DO | THE NEW MESSIAH | THE MAN IN THE WHITE COAT |
In this land I have known the worst of hell,
the most severe punishment; difficult to digest;
inhuman is to feel the splash of so much pain,
seeing a drought of a profound silence
Pleas cry out before the crevice of hunger,
with astonishment thorns dig into the eyes of heaven,
tenebrous inequity simulating justice;
difficult to move the stones that stand in the way...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 7:09 pm
Vacant a spot lays inside
Where two souls once intertwined
Dulled over time
They're almost here
In Disbelief that its almost time
Six long years and I am standing here
Eyes lock with a gift inside
Rejoined back together after a very long time
Fireworks explode as memories conjoin
Words unwind what’s been lost to time
Two souls parted now sharing old times
Wednesday 28th September 2016 5:48 pm
Also by Jacob Martin:The Invisible Gift | Barriers | A Thorn Left Inside |
Do the Labour faithful really set store in
Their choice of Jeremy Corbyn
To fight an election
With huge risk of rejection
And endless stories from Tories
Of a sure win?
Looking through time's political prism
Rarely saw socialism
In an advanced state reflected
In who got elected
Often producing political schism.
The art of the possible, it's said
Wednesday 28th September 2016 5:07 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:RIGHT TURN by Richard Seymour | LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE | LONESOME RAIL - a railroad song/lyric | DECEIT, DISSEMBLING AND DELAY | PIE IN THE SKY | STEAM DREAM | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 4 - repost for Sept. |
How do I get here?
I go backward every morning, looking for an answer.
Love, they might say? would be nice if that's true.
Hate instead? Too reasonable I must say,
That type of feeling that nothing has to do with nihilism and depression,
The type of emotion that deals with anger,
The anger of not to be in the right place and moment.
Could be that maybe I born too soon? Or may...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 4:33 pm
Sadie was eighty when she stopped counting.
Eighty suited her nicely
so she got there and stayed.
I was her acting amanuensis - unpaid.
She got flustered over much but not overmuch.
When she had forms to fill or worries over bills
begging letters from charities,
unentered lotteries 'won',
piling the floor at her front door
she’d hang out a sign
and I’d pop in for...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 4:06 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:"Labour in Vain" | "First Love" | "Meeting Mrs Potiphar" | "Caz - End of the Affair" | "Donegal Eden" | "Let's All Go to Lisdoonvarna" | "Mally" | "Obituary" | "Apitate Ring" | "Alison" | "Adieu" | "On Leaving Dublin - Bloomsday plus one" | "Cuddles" |
you spent so long in that obsidian chamber
that you named each worm of light that crept in
named them based on the complexity of the pattern
that exploded behind your eyelids
for to open your eyes and view them would be blinding
this one is paul
a single line pulsing oranges and blues
a ring of white heat around a pale, milky ball
once a week heimdallr struck...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 2:52 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:little nightmares | so kiss me, hold me and eat me | anhedonia | the moon | snowflake 3 | snowflake 2 | snowflake | endgame | klittra | the man that swallowed the sky | the churning of the ocean of milk | liquid gold | lemonade | infinity | dont know when but a day is gonna come | oh dear oh dear | the man stood in the corner of the room | dunes | basquiat | lime | another day, another gin | cloak | dirge |
If I was a stream
Searching for the ocean
You would be my current
Keeping me in motion.
If I was a seed
Buried in the snow
You would be my sunlight
Helping me to grow.
If I was a spark
In the middle of the night
You would be my flame
Keeping me alight.
If I were a ship
On a stormy morning
You would be my lighthouse
Flashing me warning.
But I'm not a stream
Spark, ship, short love...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 1:16 pm
Summer sky black filled
Murderous mob made mayhem
Mustered for mischief
Wednesday 28th September 2016 12:21 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Haiku: In Passing | Haiku: Thief | Haiku: Undercover | Haiku: Life Support | Haiku: Fall | Haiku: Fully Fledged | Haiku: Chasing Leather | Haiku: Haunting | Haiku: Fading | Haiku: Feasting | Haiku: Pensioner | Haiku: Direction | Haiku: Dear Reader | Haiku: Grieving | Haiku: Burnt | Haiku: Vision | Haiku: Madness | Haiku: Intoxication | Haiku: Viral | Haiku: Harmony | Haiku: Impulse | Haiku: Wretched | Haiku: L'amour |
The pen is rhythmless--
it makes sounds meaningless.
explosions land dense
and attenuate into thuds
onto surrounding dead ground
screams dissipate soft
into lossy acoustic funnels
like padded white-cloaked rooms
I've no need to wonder
why you don't hear..
I know the outer
dead space still hums
with the flutter and wave
of wings that sweep ...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 2:32 am
Also by elPintor:transaction | muddy water, verdant earth | tracker | before I learned mechanics, I learned to mistrust the mechanic | night vision | traveller's token | equalization | metaphysics |
So the scents of pre cornflake sex
And post energy drink breath
Pervades the carriage like a squid squadron infusion..
Acrid lemon bleach musk cologne
Tinkly-plink-thud beats effervesce from earphones
She leans arching on the glass pane knackered
Eye-liner Rothko remastered
Her groin marine satyr
Not so lucky a bastard
She receives a sext from another torpedo piece of spam with pecs
Tuesday 27th September 2016 7:02 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:Meanwhile, In Sweden |
Unrequited love is the destruction of the heart
It is walking across an endless desert occupied with faded mirages that show you beauty like never before
Constantly consumed by its wonder, constantly consumed by the despair for your love for it
She is the mirage, you are the lonley aching fool in an endless desert
You are the one slowly suffocating by the boundless intesity of what you...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 5:03 pm
"oh,and do you support Manchester United?"
my social life has been blighted!
by that damn football team!
its more than extreme
that when you tell people
you're from the North West
they're only impressed by footie talk
I feel like putting a great fat cork in their gobs!
we're not all football yobs
I can't stand the fucking game
its lamer than lame
"And do you l...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 4:27 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:think.....WIDE BERTH! | noise as a memory |
Magicians of verse
Council of elders
Conjurors of words
Body of experience
Each one unique
Passion that burns
Tell of your life
Abrasive or harsh
Share with us pain
Reveal your heart
Be joyous! Share moments
Tender and mild
With innocence of child
The circle is safe
No words disallo...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 11:05 am
Through fire and smoke
We travel down deep into the caves
Deep into the earth
Blackness befalls our every turn
Mist swells and chokes out the light
The dark ensues
We are trapped
We are all alone
In this Hell
To breathe is hastened by our every step
Villians are among us
Tuesday 27th September 2016 3:23 am
By concrete honey-combed Centre Point
Briskly paced towards Soho
Passing illuminated tooting taxis
Striding down the Charing Cross Road
To join a queue of alternatives
Outside the stuccoed dome crowned bay
Under the fretted signage board
Spelling the name of the band who’ll play
Tonight, at the Astoria
Earnest in Camden High Street fashion
Invested Kensington Market attire
Sunday 25th September 2016 6:44 pm
Also by Anna Ghislena:Sorrento |
Cut from the stem, his destiny set
Beauty desired but short before death
Though death been determined, his fate and his fall
His happiest hour befell on them all
Needles and shoelaces, needles and thorns
Need needles to sew up their broken hearts torn
And needles to stich up the city they live in
The city of thorns from captors unforgiven
His highness, his finest,...
Sunday 25th September 2016 3:50 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:It's My Turn Now | Hey Abriella | Monsters in the Closet | At least I'm not swinging | Mornings on Shift | Ladders | Trenches | 24 (raw, unedited) | Escape | Restlessness | Factor III "Tired" | AA | Atlantis | Dance | Hypervigilance |
White canvas face
naked skin awaits.
A slight brush
light powder puff.
Smooth red lipstick
sparkling blue eyes.
Intriguing watchful look
black eyelashes flutter.
A golden smile
meets my gaze.
As I approach
rainbow door opens.
Loving sunlight dreams
head over heels.
Aspiring lovers complete
My painted Lady.
Saturday 24th September 2016 3:17 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Lord Dominus | Steamy Windows |
On getting up one morning
God walked to the pearly gate
and enquired of Michael his doorman
how's it going mate?
I'm absolutely knackered, and wish you'd investigate.
Never known it be this busy before
them coming up here to Heaven
swept off me feet trying to greet,
everyone twenty four seven.
The flow is overwhelming, we need cupboards and extra shelving.
But I have a sugges...
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:52 pm
Save clean water because it scarce
Protect what you breath like clean air
World has food but to some it is rare
You are blessed to have this all, you have no idea
Society lose happiness, no one would care
One forgets to smile but you still stare
People struggle with their own number of enough scare
You become one to them, now that is not fair
Have you ever produce water or clean air?
Saturday 24th September 2016 9:43 am
Also by Ruvi Galhena:my Poem |
Find your purpose
Color your way through life
the outlines is what holds your sanity
beyond that is out of your control
every color stands on its own
It has always been me myself and I,
do not live for people but for you
and your happiness
find you purpose
life is too short on dwelling on things
that has happened already
Saturday 24th September 2016 8:24 am
I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail in the shadows.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. The shadow sometimes runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.
The house of a friend is nearby, I imagine as I crawl bleeding. The...
Saturday 24th September 2016 7:45 am
Sure you do.
You're so tired again,
Thats when you knew I was here.
You didn't want to get out of bed today,
Haha oh dear.
I know you don't like my presence.
But I'm here for a bit,
It doesn't have to make sense.
I've been so faithful,
Don't you know?
I'm here for you when others aren't,
don't say it isn'...
Saturday 24th September 2016 2:20 am
Trevor, I saw you again—
I saw you sitting at the desk right beside me in Mr. Tracey’s seventh-grade homeroom,
Filled with twenty unhygienic twelve-year-old students. It smelled of strong coffee in a thermal.
A clock rests above the door. It ticks away the moments.
You were wearing that ratty brown zipper-up you liked so much.
The one that smelled as if it hadn’t seen the insid...
Saturday 24th September 2016 1:59 am
Also by Kelly:Waiting on flowers | Survival |
F34r Th3 Numb3r5
t0 pu5h y0u
On th3 5p33d0meter
1n y0ur c0mput3r
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:11 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:black clouds on a sunny day | Black Bear |
Summer has passed and autumn is rolling in - which means the SoapBox Poetry Club is back. Our regular poetry night held at the John Peel Centre, on the last Wednesday of the month, features a nationally renowned poet as a headliner, two local poets and one musician in support. We book exciting, passionate and political young poets. Those at the forefront of poetry in the UK. The kind of writers an...
Friday 23rd September 2016 12:43 pm
I'm speaking and performing some poems tomorrow in Manchester after a march as part of both the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos, and 100 Thousand Poets for Change. If you'd like to take part we're assembling in All Saints Park, Manchester at 11.30am. Or look on the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos website, and there may be something going on in a city near where you are. I've written th...
Friday 23rd September 2016 10:45 am
I am the undecided
the umbrage of life
you see in me a warrior
who never thinks of backing down
tributing to the society
had only made me tumble down
unaided I stand
stronger than ever
tranquil is what I am
but will soon transient
for I am a warrior
stronger than thee
thou shall not make me bow down
thou shall not make me crumbl...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 6:45 pm
Speak to me like you speak,
in tongues, or in plain old English
dusted with a view of sparkly seas
or oceans, as you say, my owl.
My crow, my dove, my dolphin
plunging among the waves that roughen,
among the sands that graze and toughen
your skin and hair but soul untouched.
Tell me of the call you heard
from a distance, from the depths
of blue or green or blackened water,
the rover, ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 3:26 pm
Although they hanker still
for desolate views,
they have learned to count
their blessings: migrants
taking a bowl of air
on this bitter afternoon.
Their formal attire
incongruous, their waddling
gait seems outlandish
to the natives they dismay.
with their own,
they have tried
at least to pay their way
Thursday 22nd September 2016 1:54 pm
Also by David Cooke:Schooldays |
Love comes easy, but it doesn't really go away after that. No matter how many times you hammer it down, lock it away, drown it, or excise it with home surgery, you always seem to find it somewhere. Growing in the dark little corners of your mind, where you want it least and need it most. It'll pop your stitches for you, rebreak old bones. It's there and there's not much for it, so you can choose ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 1:25 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:uncut (09/22/2016) | patients - patience (09/21/2016) | howl steppin (09/11/2016) | chime (09/11/2016) | sons' irony (09/04/2016) |
When the love that is supposed to be your wings
To help you go beyond the restrictions of realities
Will become the chain that shackles you
To the depth of nothingness
Losing yourself to the abyss of torment and pain
Blinded by the promise of eternal bliss
Is it still love?
Or is it just a senseless belief.
Thursday 22nd September 2016 7:44 am
No general, no goverment,
no any God or Normality
can not take control over me
I am the Free Catastrophe.
No one tells me what to do,
maybe I am under all standards
but any teachers, preachers or manners
won't stuff in my head unanswered answers!
I don't take shit from anyone anymore
I don't bend my knee
I don't care if they like me or not
only one thing coun...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 11:03 pm
Also by FruFru:Love Not on the Spot | Pain |
Forest Rabbit Crown Soft Stone
Was the name she introduced
On that candle light bright night
Where dreams were all self-produced
Desert Lion Hat Rough Silk
Was the name we all had guessed
For her stars were drowned in milk
Yet her sun in black was dressed
Those you hear were the words
In which I painted your ghost
Now that time has tuned my chords
Wednesday 21st September 2016 8:09 pm
The summer she was six
playing with her best friend
chasing things in the garden
she caught a bumble bee in a hollyhock flower -
a huge pink blossom furry with pollen
and this busy bee
wallowing deep in its throat.
She caught the bee with the hollyhock flower
folding the petals over its frantic buzzing
its writhing body -
a bold, successful capture.
Wednesday 21st September 2016 11:57 am
You have limited yourself to me
How can I know anything
Besides that I was already fucked
Before you met me
I want you to not be the honest
Man you are being
But I cant ask that
To remake you
Change you into a lesser being
You don’t deserve someone
Who'd ask you to.
And I think the silence you give me
Is you saying you know it to
You have been trying to let g...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 6:09 am
Also by Ann Winder:Things have changed | I see too much | Heartsick | Selfish | If you reminded me | Weak |
To explain my aching heart it
Would take a million buckets to catch my falling tears
Tears coming from my Ancestors that fought so hard so we wouldn't have to
Never imagined that what I've learned and what I was taught I would see
Seeing my brothers fall to the ground with their hands up
Because being black in America is a crime
for so long ...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 2:32 am
At dream’s end
we let the water flow
At dream’s end
loosen our grip
hold the best bits
release the scenes that never came
I imagined house parties
some intangible heart that I would puncture
I imagined so much more
turns out it’s just another place
moving at a heightened pace
Now I quietly sit by the chequered flag
grateful to have run
Tuesday 20th September 2016 11:02 pm
Also by Tom:Goodnight Trellick |
I’m in the elevator
Going higher and higher.
I’m taking the lift to the sixtieth floor
Though I can’t really see myself opening the door.
I often think about reaching that floor
I won’t be the first;
People have been there before.
I guess it’s all normal for a man of my age
It’s like reading a book and turning the page.
I’m taking the li...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 7:18 pm
Confined in doors
With a traditional muzzle
Devoid of a voice
With fellow housewives
We were sweltering
Under the class
And gender yoke
Seen weak though
We were strong as a rock.
A positive turn,
When people about
Came to learn,
Enjoying a level ground
We have begun...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 3:18 pm
I have just released my third ebook 'Realisations' - a year after my debut ebook 'Open to interpretation' and it's subsequent second edition. It is available to buy now on Lulu via this link: http://www.lulu.com/shop/christian-reeve/realisations/ebook/product-22865142.html
A brief preview is available for all three of my books on the website itself. Please buy a copy now and support ...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 10:49 am
Oh Seekers of Knowledge!
Oh Seekers of Truth!
What is it that you truly seek?
What is it that makes you unique?
Is it Purpose perhaps?
Is it Peace?
Or is it Release?
Keep pressing on
Perchance you might find
What it is that you truly seek
Tuesday 20th September 2016 12:50 am
Also by Wardah:Hole hearted | Misunderstandings of the Heart |
3rd place, 2nd place or first place gold.
Male or female athlete, either young or old.
Everyone did themselves proud in my eyes.
As this was not all about money and prize.
So competitive and gruelling from day one.
Dissent, discord,unfair play there was none.
That's what the meaning of sport should be
Dignity and respect on show for all to see.
Some footballers should look at those games.
Monday 19th September 2016 7:33 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:96 Avenue |
If you called
I would run a thousand miles
I would walk a thousand miles
I would crawl a thousand miles
If you called
Monday 19th September 2016 4:45 pm
Also by Ian Young:Gene Trap | Moral of the Story | Shine | non(FICTION) |
Stories come stories go
Wind blows wind flows
Dreams happen dreams fade
Music loves music listens
Soul knows soul searches
Life lives life dies
Tears fall tears hide
Blame shames blame takes
Hearts love hearts heal
Death changes death awakens
Words speak words hurt
Time stop time lapses
Monday 19th September 2016 4:30 pm
Also by Starfish Nova:Not your priority | Heart pull pain | My Peter Pan | Brand new job | Love last forever | Happy birthday josh | Tartar sauce chicken | Teddy bear | Living | Hello kitty band | My bike | Celibacy | No expectations | Inner child | Self-love | Warrior | Smoke | Ice queen | Miss me | No text no call blues | Weeping in hell | Stay or go | Hurt me with the truth instead of a lie | Soul love matters | What is love | Love never says goodbye | The flame pain |
It's Sunday afternoon at our house
And the relatives come to visit
We've cakes, jelly, pies and grouse
Sundays I wouldn't miss it.
Auntie Maureen is always the first to arrive
With her twins Harry and Henry
They're the fattest kids alive
But me mam always bakes plenty.
Next to arrive Uncle Arthur and Auntie Pat
He's a Sunday driver, leather gloves and flat cap
Monday 19th September 2016 3:59 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:Ghost 3 |
In the early rising dawn
When I wore shorts all the year round
And winter was just another blister
On the sole of life
The world in which we lived
Ate dressed and walked was
Mainly black or white
With just a few shades in between
The cars and the streets
Were all a dirty shade of brown and grey
There was of course the odd exception
Sunday 18th September 2016 9:15 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Wills breath |
I remain free
my own lost saviour
a follower of no-one
sorcering a new novena.
I still storms
in steadfast spirit
a respectable sinner
proclaiming the illicit.
I demure uncertain
face reveals and veils
heart throes stone to flesh
keeping close my seven devils.
I am graced
with all v...
Sunday 18th September 2016 9:14 pm
Also by Katy Megan Hughes:Storm of Silence |
"Did Farage really skinny dip?"
Well that's an image I'd rather skip!
Instead, I'll marvel at his craftsmanship
And try to write a playful quip…
For, somehow, again, he's in the news
He might as well, he's nothing to lose
So, as some poor sod tries to fill his shoes
He'll remind us of his own virtues
He says he's leaving now to restore his health
After creaming his wage fr...
Sunday 18th September 2016 8:59 pm
Also by David Lindsay:Vowels | From Above | Angel of the North | Piano Man |
Sunday 18th September 2016 8:58 pm
In a place called Kansas one day
A whirlwind struck taking Dorothy away
Zooming round and round
Till in Oz she was found
The trip began as she found her way
Along the yellowbrick road she must stay
Further along she met some new friends
A lion, a tinman and a scarcrow all three
She wasn't afraid now to journey on
They all were heading in the same dire...
Sunday 18th September 2016 6:58 pm
Also by scottydotti:Reality of the Heart | Hurt World |
With breaths incomplete, more like a robot's
Who am I, if not half of a whole?
My starving heart is tangled up in knots
And the grip suffocates my soul
Dreams invade my implanted thoughts
Shiver through the pain and cold
And so I am
Seasons peaking with perfect promise
My summer flame faces the unknown
Joining the gold-bleeding artists
I strive to find a sense of...
Friday 16th September 2016 6:32 pm
Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:What I Get |
I yearn for morning silence
but in roll the saxaphone
circus to scatter my
purpose and sing
The performance has begun
Friday 16th September 2016 11:15 am
Also by Green:step forwards | Once upon a time | November Fog | The Bar Maids Brittle Bliss | Delusions | Old Change | Old Moon Blues | A verse to light or lunar ode |
Lovers flaunt their new discovery
beheld in the other's reflection
putting on show their treasured hearts
kissing aloneness away
hip against hip
hands and tounges,
lovers spend the greatest of hours
oiling their curious springs
afloat on a sensuous high...
heavenly bodies look kindly on,
foreseeing the trials ahead.
Friday 16th September 2016 11:04 am
Also by Donna Marie Beck:Dear Moon | Released |
I tell you Puss, I tell you
dozing in your mushroom punnet
no booze. no booze, no fags
is dull, I’m bored and cannot
hack it. One of these days
we’re going to take a cruise
to somewhere, dull: alright
but in another hemisphere
and we’ll stay up all night
downing hooch, alarming rats
and kicking back on grass
and cat nip.
Good times. All ahead full.
Friday 16th September 2016 10:32 am
Didn't think happiness would ever come to me
Then u came. It was like a ray of sunshine.
Darkness came without ceasing
Happiness is not for everyone
The world is a horrible place to be alone
So many thoughts and actions that can be done
Emotions racing, not knowing your life about to change
Didn't know this one person could be everything
Thinking its a joke, this can't be ...
Thursday 15th September 2016 4:00 pm
Stay strong , be brave, what do they mean?
Pass the phase, swim the tide?
Crack a smile, sting within?
Or rant a mile, glee within?
Distressed, unrest all a game,
Jealousy, vendetta all are fair,
They strip you bare,
And shame yourselves ,Naivety, a novelty! !
Parasites multiply, leaving you cold ,
Treacherous and cold, taliban galore.
Stay the gr...
Thursday 15th September 2016 2:49 pm
Also by sapna:Hope |
Locked in a screen
Lost in a screen
In a chat
In a device
This is where the conversation starts.
This is where the conversation ends.
The distance between us
This only makes sense to us.
They won't understand
But you do.
Wednesday 14th September 2016 10:55 pm
Also by Alonelymouse:He's the guy |
The emptiness curling within
Pushes out against my cold, numb skin.
My insides thinning into nothing but air
My fingers touch upon nothing but tears
I wake up screaming but no one can hear.
I sit alone knowing what thinking can do
I sit alone doing what thinking leads to
The pain is not there it is somewhere else
Perhaps the same place where this feeling is felt
Wednesday 14th September 2016 9:56 pm
Also by Mystic Purple:There's nothing there. |
Need to grieve,
but this makes
everyone else sad.
But I need
to let it out.
I get frustrated
and a little mad.
Wednesday 14th September 2016 3:03 am
Wednesday 14th September 2016 1:16 am
(I revised this radically to read at the well-attended
Everyman last night. where I listened to our own Joy
France reading and continued to wonder why the
local radio or T.V. scouts hadn`t yet `discovered`
`scouse` poet Ralph Killey....they must be blind.)
(The full story)
It`s attested scientifically
That that fish I had last night for tea
(battered so deliciously)
Has now ...
Tuesday 13th September 2016 2:18 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:(: A Sunday Thought :) |
Andrex from front to back
Thank you, thank you Andrex!
Disordered by lines of deja vu
Press the button and get turned on!
A bitch of eternity, especially
If you are a 'Good Wife'
I like fish and chips washed
Down with some beer
Autumn dreams, sparkling clear
Kissing echoes, blowing words
From a distance, past lives, long exposed,
Zoom into ...
Monday 12th September 2016 10:29 pm
The first small boy,
quite full of joy,
got answers from
his good Grand-Mum:
She did not look awry
when he asked “Grandma, why?” –
but answered truthfully:
a happy boy was he!
The second boy was sad;
a very tearful lad –
and, hearing such a crier,
people would stop to enquire:
“Small boy, why do you cry?”…
Each time, the sad reply:
Monday 12th September 2016 3:44 pm
He turned up pissed, fresh
from the pub: glazed face,
breathing beer, gazed at the boy
in the front desk, stroked
his blond shock of hair.
It was all such a hoot.
About him flew books,
duffel bags, hockey boots.
The ale wore off, he growled
for quiet; clutched
with nicotine fingers the Penguin
book of contemporary verse,
decades out of date.
He coughed a...
Monday 12th September 2016 11:20 am
the snow on the other side
the breath of winter on your cheek
it happened today.
the table extended, creaking
beyond are lights and chatter
the salt shaken.
is a bench and hamper
the camera does not lie
a blue beyond blue.
rain slips the roof
at night the warmth
the weather permitting....
Sunday 11th September 2016 9:45 pm
Also by David Blake:After the Shift |
The Boson that is Higgs,
hides when it jiggs,
with an end nearly instant -
and the unification of quantum chromodynamics still quite distant-
the search for the particle,
was often quite farcical.
The technology involved
in the mass that's financial
unlike the thing itself
was massively substantial.
Sunday 11th September 2016 9:08 pm
in the chasm of life, we spasm and fight,
And confusion distorts our minds,
What we think is right, and the meaning of Christ,
And who we think we can confine,
I can't even fathom, or dream with sarcasm,
the illusion it plagues and contorts,
With sheer enthusiasm, sneer at our phantasms,
we believe we're truly divine
Sunday 11th September 2016 8:19 pm
I'm still sore about the whole Brexit thing. I'm even more sore about the fact that yesterday my wife broke the JD Wetherspoons embargo that we've faithfully kept in place since their CEO decided to turn his pubs into campaign platforms for Vote Leave. Here's my response.
I Will Not Drink in Wetherspoon’s (with apologies to Dr Seuss)
I will not drink in Wetherspoon’s.
The place is ru...
Saturday 10th September 2016 8:06 pm
Also by Andy Humphrey:Pre-Erection Promises |
The day I got that phone call I knew was the beginning of the end, that day was the last day I felt real fear. The fact that you’d be taken from me at any moment. That phone call was in fact my worse fear realized. That day it felt like you were ready to stop protecting me from the world but in that same hour I knew you wouldn’t be there to protect me at all. I flew to you, I ran to you only to se...
Saturday 10th September 2016 3:20 am
Also by kristine:Dear Stranger |
I awake each morning to start a new day
But the pain of losing you never goes away.
I go about the things I have to do
And as the hours pass I think again of you.
I want to call you and just hear your voice
Then I remember that I have no choice
For you are not there and now my heart cries
Just to see you again to tell you goodbye
To say I love you and I always will
And hope that much of...
Friday 9th September 2016 6:03 am
I feel two halves of my heart
being ripped apart.
Between the person society wants me to be,
and the person You died to see.
I try to do it all on my own,
everytime I end as merely an empty minded clone.
I hit the same wall with the same blood shed on the floor,
Only i can't tell--
is the blood mine or Yours?
Lord, I don't wanna do this anymore.
I want You to...
Friday 9th September 2016 3:31 am
How can I trust you if I don't even trust myself?
Do you know how hard it is to keep the demons at bay
And know that they'll never go away?
How do I know that you won't get hurt?
I try to keep them away, I really do,
Because there's so much I can lose.
I try to keep them to myself,
But they refuse to be put on a shelf.
They claw and they fight
Just so they can see the li...
Thursday 8th September 2016 6:40 pm
Love.... I have torn my soul for I have hurt you so, I dare not breath for u shall leave, I broke the only one I can ever love, for she the only one that could ever love me, I cry as though an endless sea inside of me, her words of hate beckons me, I shall not sleep for I fear to wake, her gaze at me like that of hate, I beg of the to make me sleep for eternity never to wake so I may never see her...
Wednesday 7th September 2016 11:14 pm
As the storm strikes, at her heart,
The Lightning, electrocutes her fear,
Whilst the rain, numbs the torture that she feels,
The Sharks circle round at her naivety,
As they mock her every move,
The laughs becomes her tears,
As friend becomes her ultimate fear,
There cutting words, wounds her empty soul,
As for her body, it is, no longer hole,
The puddles that reflect her broken face,
Wednesday 7th September 2016 3:15 pm
With silent curse I said this all was verse
Not to be described as poetry.
Those arguments that I did rehearse
I now see as ones to disagree.
Free form’s for those of educated bent
But most of the time people love some rhyme;
A view high-brows under-represent
Preferring an unstructured paradigm.
Where feeling is more and rhyme is abhorred
Rhythm is banned, as are meter and pace;
Wednesday 7th September 2016 3:12 pm
I gaze on the forgotten summer fading into the distant horizon
As my pounding heart and tortured soul turn an artic icy blue
The days are short and the nights are growing ever longer
Planet earth you have got the power – nothing that I can do
How I miss the sensuous soothing heat of the eternal sun
Warm gentle breezes that blew kindly through my hair
Clear blue skies full of dash...
Wednesday 7th September 2016 2:50 pm
Too many challenges we're facing
Still, we both keep on holding
So our love will stay stronger
And much more will be longer.
No matter what will happen
I know our love and trust will be strenghten
None on us will give up
'Cause the time for us won't stop.
Don't let yourself live with insecurity
Only because of your jealousy
Just trust me and my loyalty
And also my love for you, baby...
Wednesday 7th September 2016 2:45 pm
Also by Suicidalgirl:I Love You To The Fullest | (untitled) |
If my silence left you questioning know I am always talking to you...
If my absence left you wanting know I was holding you tight...
If my lack of action caused you to question ....
The answer is I do love you and always will ....
Wednesday 7th September 2016 12:22 pm
Also by Robert Williams:Simple |
I never felt this good
Because you stand here beside me
Arms wrap around me
The two of us, I only see
Everything look so wonderful
Life for us is so meaningful
How could I ask for more?
When you're everything I wondered for
Love like this truly exists
I'm glad this is something I didn't miss
This feeling I don't want to ignore
Because i never felt this wa...
Wednesday 7th September 2016 5:05 am
There was a whistle in the air,
Then silence everywhere.
A splash is seen,
Last I checked this ocean was dead.
But the sound grows louder
And drowns out my thoughts
Telling me to join below the rocks
A simple slip would end the pain
But I thought my life had more to gain
I had hopes and dreams carved into my skin
Bleeding out and mixing with...
Wednesday 7th September 2016 1:31 am
Maybe it’s those absent eyes,
gone searching for their better days,
that give away your hide and seek disguise
and tell me that you’re far away.
Are you back in New York,
chasing that old American dream
through the concrete foundations
on which you built our family's beam?
Or are you in Wigan’s Central park,
in Billy Boston’s Empire State,
watching Warriors paint the town red
Tuesday 6th September 2016 9:30 pm