Poetry Blogs (Nov 2017)
With each and every prose I think of new things to outpour onto this page. Ideas and feelings flow through me, conflicting, and most of the time I am ok.
I've been sober since then; nothing helps this anymore. Every day starts out slow, in a haze, then I feel ok and content and myself for a few hours. Once noon rolls around, my heart hurts, my stomach turns, my head spins, and I leave class to ...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 8:37 pm
Also by Miranda Fegan:Cast Aside | I Know Who I Am | How Are You | My Ocean (S) | Haven't Changed | Love Not Love (Z) (11/20/17) | A Promise to You (Z) | Soul (20/11/2017) | Not This Way (Z) (11/20/17) | What on your mind? (Smoke Signals) (October '17) | A Cloud of Cognizance (October '17) | Patience (September '17) | Oh, Pixie (January '17) | Bittersweet (S) (July '17) | I See What Is To Happen (11/8/2017) | Sol (9/11/2017) | Home (20/11/2017) |
the attic space
is a crawling space
with spider nest homes
and house fly homes
there are empty boxes
filled up boxes
of odds and ends
that never end
some carpet pieces
lost jigsaw pieces
kids toys for the next
keepsakes from the past
why am I here?
well that’s not so clear
I see the time has flown
the bulb has bl...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 8:02 pm
Also by Colin Hill:#amwriting | Haiku Hike | dictum tweet | into the arterial flow | panacea | Remember Remember | Proxy World | Succumb | Mary Bradley |
The day Charles`s mask fell off.
Charles Rose, a predator? He looks so harmless
on the screen, a person of high intelligence talking to Psychiatrists
like he was one of them, and then he does THIS!”
Men are more predatory than women it is an instinct, look at
the lion, why it kills little lions, yeah that is what I mean it is stupid
But a lion wants all the lionesses, that`s...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 7:20 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen :under a stone | resurrection | Cry Freedom Lapland | indoctrination | The Nordic Dilemma | the Plateau | insubstantial | indoor and outdoor plants | a story of a mountain | the child in us | the cleaning lady | the gloom of October | the para | God`s laughter | a poem of disappointment | Dance of the wolves | love`s agony | tomorrows future | sexism | August night | lonely is the famous | Balfour | Balfour | autumnal air | the french connection |
What drew my eye
was the scant advertisement,
Poet’s Retreat available
on a route du vin,
followed by a telephone number.
On arrival amidst the vines,
a coverlet of green corduroy,
I was surprised to see
you lived on your own,
in such a sprawling cottage,
apprehension and relief
balanced precariously on your brow,
a weighed smile that whispered welcome
Tuesday 21st November 2017 4:46 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Bleeding Obvious Haiku | HAIKU or haiku | Falling Short | 2041 | Ghostwriting |
A term I seldom use
Packed in tight
A voice declares
A hushed phenomenon
What would our ancestors
make of this crushed
Strangers allowing strangers
thier Intimate space
The body's breath
A nervous cough suppressed
A weary sigh
Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:15 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Nowhere to go | Where lays it? | Where did it go? | Elliot | What's in store | (untitled) | Brothers in bed |
What Comes Next
The imponderables fixate us
as we reach out beyond our existence
For some it does not bear thought
Yet it remains a mystery unsolved
We see with clarity of evidence
our earthly demise
and decay bringing us to nought
Do we possess an indestructable spirit
which continues, but to where
Is there a destination or other dimension
For what purpose w...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 2:08 pm
Also by keith jeffries:People Watching | Enveloped in Darkness | Destiny | The Passage of Time | The Cerebral Cavern | November | Appearances | Ageing | The Rat Race | Juxtaposed | My High Street | The Young | Petrified | A Life of Anxiety |
My dear muse of writing!
Why have you turned your face from me?
I crossed the horizons of my imagination, panting,
But you were nowhere in sight, i stretched my hands and found that you had left me!
Had I been so bad at this that you thought you were wasting your time with me?
Had I been so ordinary that the spark you searched for was nowhere to be seen?
Maybe I'm not what I thought I ...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 12:22 pm
Also by Sidra Shahid:Gradual Descent in Life | "You're so lucky" they say! | Am I the worst one You have yet made?! | Dear God! | Burn the Fairytale Books! | The Subjects Don't Change, The Effects Do! | I am not whole | From myself to Jane Austen | We are All Actors | Questions Questions | My Anxiety | Poor Little Rich Girl |
Tuesday 21st November 2017 9:34 am
Also by Natfastic:Mini tusk trunk | Strangers | Scuttle Pincer | It's working | Cosmopolitan brightness |
Everybody’s doing The Tax Evasion
(Come on, baby, do some tax evasion)
Stashing all your cash abroad and fleecing the nation
(Come on, baby, do some tax evasion)
So be like Lewis Hamilton avoiding tax
We’ve scams to offset yachts and planes and Cadillacs
So come on, come on
Do some tax evasion today;
You oughta hide your cash away.
Come on, baby
We’re lax, so lax
Tuesday 21st November 2017 9:25 am
Also by John Coopey:THE-SAD-AN'-LAMENTABLE-PASSIN'-O'-ALBERT-'IRST-AN'-'IS-PORK-PIE RAG | METRE | EMMA, EMMA ENEMA | IT STARTED WITH A KISS | HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE |
Today I helped someone die.
He didn’t die at home,
But He didn’t die alone,
He didn’t die in pain,
And He had no discomfort,
He just slept, and He slept,
And They wept, and They wept.
The Love Ones close by,
I saw all of Them cry,
And I did what I should,
and I did what I could,
And He slept, and He slept,
And They wept, and They wept.
At the e...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 9:03 am
Also by Beno:Autumn Capriccio | Family Vine | Treasure Island |
I like who I’ve become.
Really. I’ll tread all over you
Your ego, wrapped in arrogance
Your idiocy is supreme, your delusion astounding
You disgusting, pathetic freak, you. I pity you
Your aging face is falling, falling in grace
Beauty is in your thoughts, idiot!
Running after the unachievable.
I see through you, no longer fooled
I like, no love, who I’ve become.
Tuesday 21st November 2017 8:48 am
Also by Parul:Illicit | Waiting | Done | Mean |
Tuesday 21st November 2017 7:42 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Monochrome Secret | Death of Belief | cut copper | Seeping River | pigeon |
Going out for meeting with a fellow colleague
To discuss about sales and the next big contract
Setting up after work for private interact
As he likes his whiskey, to share in this intrigue
I'm in my business skirt, looking pretty and smart
And I arrive to greet with a serious handshake
But he offers a hug which throws a stomach ache
As we prepare to talk to savour money's part
As he st...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 2:21 am
Also by Louis Audet:Story of my month (15) | Different | Story of my month (14) | Story of my month (13) | Story of my month (12) | Story of my month (11) | Story of my month (10) | Story of my month (9) | Story of my month (8) | Story of my month (7) | Story of my month (6) | Story of my month (5) | Story of my month (4) | Story of my month (3) | Story of my month (2) | Story of my month (1) |
look at that photo on the wall
taken one hundred years before
woman and man standing tall
no clue what they were in for
chose you out of a line up
silent when you were rounded up
stamped to a timeline
look in her eyes
see something familiar
something about the way
she drives you around
as if she knows you
Tuesday 21st November 2017 2:03 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Today's friendly poem | We could be artists | Drawing Circles | Another Thing Again | Content | Playing Adults | Miss Stoic | Ex-introverts | Dirty | pledge drive promises | Traveling with you | Like Snowden |
Holding me back
Propelling me forward?
Measuring my progress
Reminding me of missed opportunities?
A rite of passage
A gift drowned in the middle passage?
A lost visage of my lost cultural heritage?
How do I know when I am a woman?
When does a man know to begin to desire me?
How do I nam...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 2:00 am
Also by Dyphrent:Carpe Momentum | Uncomfortable | Upset | Orchasm | Inevitables |
Who are they? Those who tresspass against us.
Why are they here? In the dream it is I
treading down silly wire fences
and it feels good. I follow
where only clouds can freely go.
In the dream all the people
who feel good are treading down fences,
pulling down walls to make bridges.
They feel good, being good.
They follow where harmless clouds roam.
In the dream I believe there are ...
Monday 20th November 2017 10:38 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Refugees In Peril | Much | A woman is like a white | Swami Speaks | Fundamental Particles | To Think |
Monday 20th November 2017 9:23 pm
Also by david patrick simon:this place / the corner of the sky poems | Corner of the sky poems | Italy dreams / the nowhere poems | The muse / the nowhere poems | Patty's magic bus / the nowhere poems | Full turn / the nowhere poems | Awake again / the nowhere poems |
Why are you holding on?
What are you holding onto?
Is it fear of the unknown?
Losing a happy home?
Bathe in the moonlight
embrace all possibility
We all start dying at birth
It's whats in between that
measures our worth
Feel the last lovers
last kiss upon your lips
Do you not want this?
Is this not what we are?
You would destroy the...
Monday 20th November 2017 8:49 pm
Also by Saber:I Brought My Bolt Cutters This Time | The Devil You Don't | Child of Rain | All In One Day | Core | [0816-06-08-1945] | Sentient | The Angel And The Prince |
The daily cycle,
The Monotonous grind,
The constant desire just to unwind.
When everything but that occupies your thoughts,
Life is but a burden,
Of that I am sure.
Whether you remember or not,
It's release is so sweet,
Not once more,
But a twenty four hour repeat.
Monday 20th November 2017 8:43 pm
The music of the axe
can be heard half a mile away
singing and swinging
As it falls and bites
The even rhythm of sweat and spittle
In the big gnarled and calloused hands
Marked with drizzle from sinewed flesh
Every blow counted across
Arms legs and back
revealed being almost as old
As the tree, itself
among great searing knotted oaks
That look on through noddin...
Monday 20th November 2017 7:55 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Dance of death |
We’re sitting back to back,
Yet a door is separating us.
Our heads leaning back,
Touching the same place,
Yet a door is separating us.
We’re both crying,
Wanting to hold one another,
Yet a door is separating us.
Neither one of us knows
That the other is doing the same thing
Because the door is separating us.
Neither one of us...
Monday 20th November 2017 7:44 pm
Also by Ryn:Mosaic | What You Know | The Station | Puzzle Pieces | Never Leave Me |
One day he just slipped off the page
must have emptied his brain
or closed up some valve
maybe he’d had enough of spilling himself
walked too many salt-washed shores
sailed too many oceans
said too many farewells
The smudges of his life had faded white
there was no goodbye no last hurrah
all had seemed so normally mundane
there were little signs of aggravation...
Monday 20th November 2017 6:57 pm
Also by Wolfgar:In tea rooms | Poets are not entitled | Dacha | Your suffering offends me please do it quietly | Toggle tweak | The Rattlers | November rides in | Fake poetry man | You're id |
When you are in darkness,
I want to shine light,
If you are tired
Lay your head for a time,
this too shall pass my dear,
I will love every part of you,
Even your shadowside,
For in doing so I embrace myself,
all our mistakes
Leading us to Eden,
to healing and union.
Do not hate yourself.
Or be afraid of silence,
Monday 20th November 2017 6:04 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:(untitled) | Mountains | Crazy Diamond | Moonlight. |
Five words can be all it takes to set your mind at ease for a while.
Great, I'm not forgotten you'll think.
I am of interest.
But time passes.
Time heals all wounds?
Time brings with it opportunity for worry.
Time is the enemy of the impatient.
Time feeds the anxious like oxygen feeds a flame, fuelling the panic until it burns so brightly it consumes everything in it...
Monday 20th November 2017 5:17 pm
Also by RightInTheFeels:Upon Reflection | Twilight Reclusive | Bad Joke |
I woke this morning
In the deep
quiet of the night.
A gentle breeze was telling me
"Go back to sleep"
But I was restless.
I rose thirsty, thinking of water
but found myself walking
Past the kitchen,
to the back hall.
I put on my sandals and left.
Walking east, I marveled
at the brightness of the Morning Star
"Phosphorus" you had called it once;
Monday 20th November 2017 2:29 pm
PC gone mad?
PC seems sad
Things that are correct
and those that aren’t
What you can say
and what you can’t
it seems quite scant
We admit to being wrong
Even in the words of songs
People mocked, derided, upset
But what you see is what you get
Wolf whistling and winks
Advertising of drinks
Saying what you really think
Are all hovering on ...
Monday 20th November 2017 11:25 am
Also by Fred Varden:Truth and Lies | I only work for the Council | Rumours | Families at War | The Place of Dreams? | Vicious Cycle | COLOURS | Hideaway | Talking Eyes | Friends Prominent | Parenting for Dummies | Is there a nurse in the house? (Audio) | THE SCAM |
On my birthday I used my only wish on you
Cause your what takes my breath away
So one day I hope you find your way back to me
So I hope you sleep well
Because I've never seen anyone smile like you
Just seeing my face you light up like a Christmas tree
So who in the hell are you trying to events
Cause I've been sitting in this chair
Just trying to make you understand that I love you
Monday 20th November 2017 10:04 am
Also by Damon Blackery:The Waiting Man | Letter To April | Not Alone | Good Morning Sunshine | Forever Girl |
Monday 20th November 2017 8:55 am
41 million casualties since the war began
John Condon among them, died like a man
He was only 18 when he met his demise
Ypres, Belgium he finally closed his eyes
We shall remember
He wasn’t the youngest to serve in this plight
In Serbia Momčilo Gavrić claimed that right
Promoted to corporal instead of being at school
At eight years old he was the armies fuel.
Monday 20th November 2017 8:43 am
you fit tightly around me
chosing to be close to your heart
holding you closely in my arms
praying never to loose you again
every second of a minute
every minute of an hour
every hour of a day
squeezing memories forever
never will yesterday be the same
for now is now that feels so great
to seize everything good or bad
nonetheless, all of this is worth it. :)
Monday 20th November 2017 7:52 am
The Saints even have a diabolical laughter as they watch my Angels cry. This Halo of Death has become the horror of my mind. Anguish has but a shrill scream that exposes my grave. Is it true, I will be buried alive? Chocking on the chains of my Angels Casket, gasping from hidden Sorrow, my Reaper shrieks from within. Dancing with his glee awakens the Beast. Volatile is his character. Shards of gla...
Monday 20th November 2017 5:42 am
Give us our own laws back . Give us our chance . A chance to put things right . A chance to show all . How to treat and to give . How to fix and mend . To be brave enough to . Repair our children's faith in us . To be able to say no to agression and rape . To send back the Murderas . The cruel who dictate . Help us find our freedom . By restoring our faith .
Monday 20th November 2017 4:21 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Politicians | The Bravest Of The Brave | Bad Feelings | Our Banks | How Dare He | Faith In Others . |
Distance helps put things into perspective
One can finally see things and people as they truly are
Monday 20th November 2017 4:09 am
Also by Wardah:Perspective | For the Pain | Regrets | Something about You | Baby steps | That kind of a day | Actions speak louder... | Break the Cycle | Deaths Awakening |
The days grew lull and lull
So did the yellow walls
Trapped in them was a beautiful soul which had
Dreams that got faded dull
Wondering if she got stuck in the fall
Satisfying the needs of her faithful
Alas! Sighed her ambitions in dismal
Is this the fate of every girl Trapped in the strands of marital tinsel?
No! Shouted the relentless hope from the dark tunnel
"I may n...
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:29 pm
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:19 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Mime Rhyme, slightly different | Who is This Woman in the Mirror SHAPE POEM | Anxiety |
It was a funny thing
Because they were together
But they were divorced
And he was dying of a terminal disease,
Then she went away on holiday
And left him there
And he turned to me.
I gave him my phone number
Because I was always out
And he couldn't crawl along the corridor
To my place
He was thin,
I think he had a colostomy ba...
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:15 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The Unknown Soldier |
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm
We've all known for ages that we're slaves to
the machine. Without revolution. No
appreciable protest. All of us -
pretty much - continuing our blinkered
slavery with implied acquiescence.
Outside the machine is such a scary
place. Our machine, we know, is merciless,
harmful and unstoppable. And so much
damage is done by our creation. We
are the parts of the machin...
Sunday 19th November 2017 7:00 pm
Also by Rich:About our world | Quiet |
Time passes on and on
Every second that has gone
Having you by my side
Love you gave me never seemed to die
With time that flew
With every kisses u blew
You had always been mine…..
Wanted to hold your hand the day I saw
You sitting in the middle of all
Had no voice to say hi
Couldn’t move to say
Whatever deep inside my heart that lay
Only looked at your fac...
Sunday 19th November 2017 6:27 pm
Come away with me sweet innocent.
Share a pillow full of dreams.
Together we’ll ride dragonflies through rainbows,
Exploring worlds, bordered only by our imaginations.
We swoop over dinosaurs, silent as butterflies,
Unseen, yet close enough to feel their steamy cabbage breath.
Their stripes and polka-dots dazzle in the everlasting sun;
Giant kaleidoscopes of kindness leav...
Sunday 19th November 2017 5:39 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Wasted Trees | Haiku: Personal Ads | Haiku: Poisson |
On a cool summer night when there is no breeze blowing
no horns or cars whizzing by
nobody talking on the sidewalk
no engines running
I am alone with my thoughts
and for a moment I forget who I am
I forget I have been murdered by my memories
and I realize I would give up every good thing in my life
just to forget the bad from before
Sunday 19th November 2017 4:37 pm
Monday, work day,
Need to earn your pay day
Weekend was okay day
Wish it could have stayed day
Tuesday, blues day,
Seems like lots of queues day
Weekend is too far away
Enough to turn your hair grey
Wednesday, some say
Middle of the week day
It’s a gloomy grey day
Almost like it’s doomsday
Thursday, better day
It’ll soon be Friday
Watch the ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 3:21 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:A Bee Meanders | Early Train |
The advantaged advance.
As they supply the music
"It's a fine romance."
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:23 am
I look at the little boy
in his world
I want to
and make his happiness
I look at the little girl
in her world
I want to console
take her fear
Can it be done
fulfill each one?
Him so insecure
Her so afraid...
Sunday 19th November 2017 7:33 am
Also by lynn hahn:ONLY A FOOL |
i am nothing.
i could never compare
according to you.
i could never compare
to autism and down syndrome jokes
according to you.
my love for you
the fact that you're my best friend
the things you've help...
Sunday 19th November 2017 1:18 am
Also by m.k.:maybe, I.J. |
Stop spinning me around like a bottle at a party.
I'm too dizzy to keep up with your late night decisions.
I wish you would stop putting me on the back burner because you have a new meal to eat.
I wish I was the bottle before it was drank and spun.
I wish I was your only decision.
Make me your main course.
Saturday 18th November 2017 10:47 pm
Also by Maria Renea:Drunk | absent | Cheating | I can sense goodbyes | November |
THE BALLAD OF THE SUPPLY TEACHER
I’m going to burst, I need a pen,
I had it first, say that again!
I’m feeling sick, You got a tissue?
Watch this trick, I heard her diss you…
It’s boring this, I hate this school
Can I see Miss, I play the fool.
I always leave before the end
I just sit here, beside my friend.
I won’t change seats, you can’t make me
Saturday 18th November 2017 5:53 pm
Also by mike booth:You're Fizzy | the Oyster Dreamers |
Saturday 18th November 2017 5:16 pm
Also by Chunks and Marrow:To the Fools |
On The Other Side
stagnant darkness snakes the sky
shadows a silence lullabied by
those still allowed to sing
the echoing sirens who tied our hands
prescribe a quiet time
slow down they say
weave space to dream
but there is nothing left to dream of
to dream we must disturb
that led us like hungry child...
Saturday 18th November 2017 4:42 pm
Saturday 18th November 2017 12:44 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:swimming with loan sharks | something less glorious than mud-mud-glorious mud! | Vesuvian'ish | as though there isn't enough shite in our oceans!! |
The galaxy of the heart also pierces
on beautiful memories..
Pipette starlight buds open
Atemporal filaments spark and flower
Rekindle the There-Here Duality Mrs
Time's double-slit ricochet tickles
the visitation re-flash miraculous
often disconcerting ~ thus vanquished
The swerving memory lens
and simultaneously back
Saturday 18th November 2017 12:36 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:A Notice To All Interested Stakeholders Of This Blog | Afterimages In Space |
Sheldon the Shoe-Brekker-Inner
Sheldon was a shoe-brekker-inner
The only job he’d ever had
He charged a quid a mile, for brekkin’ in shoes
A trade that he’d learnt from his dad
He’d do brogues, or loafers, or wellies
In sizes from eight to eleven
And when times were hard, and work was tight
He’d even consider a seven
There’s a Native America...
Saturday 18th November 2017 9:58 am
The fat beneath your chin is not a sin, the fact your not happy in your own skin is the perfect place to begin.
Thin doesn't define you, yourself will never find you, all the while we hide from our true value.
Size is judged differently through different eyes, this should not come as a surprise, look inside to find your true beauty, look not at muscle size or "booty", speak truthf...
Saturday 18th November 2017 9:25 am
Also by Luke:A positive step |
do any of them
do they regret
that which never happened
do they remember?
it's probably just me
Saturday 18th November 2017 6:26 am
Also by Jenn:tell me | is there | Prada |
The GOD APP is very comforting
for those who seek to find
covering topics for the otherwise blind
opening your eyes to the wonder of LIFE
as it tries to keep up with discoveries
such as this new app
simply download online
from the CHAPELSTORE
select your harmonic colour
(favourite) for screen compatability
and empathy maximisation
GOD will speak with you...
Friday 17th November 2017 9:10 pm
Also by ray pool:DISLOCATION | STITCHED UP | ST.ANDREW'S PARISH CHURCH | PARADISE LOST | IN THE WHEATSHEAF |
One day, perhaps, he will let
me live, see my springy wrists
are bandaged in white florets,
see that I am ready for my
wedding, or my coronation,
not forget I have a heart,
albeit a ragged nest the sparrows
borrow from to build their own
in my arms, in my shadows.
O I have such weathers in me,
I flounce and foster summer
storms, know the hurly-burly,
the toss and turn, my feet at a...
Friday 17th November 2017 5:22 pm
Also by Tony Hill:THE MISOGYNIST | EDWARDIAN | LECKIE |
caught up in a moment
feelings turn into actions
with hesitated movement
yet so full of intentions
when did it start or begin
we didn't know
where would it lead us
we didn't know
all we knew was to let it happen
to kill all of our lingering curiousity
to never question the what ifs
to lose the control we've maintained
the answer was always unclear
yet we could feel that it's rea...
Friday 17th November 2017 11:49 am
When they were out,
she was in.
They used to shout,
and she clenching.
She was called,
and they wearing suit,
with shiny boot.
Her repute was made,
as a gloomy shade.
But you never know,
when wind will blow.
As you sow,
so shall you reap.
She won't let go,
her sacrifices to seep!
Friday 17th November 2017 10:33 am
I write this on a rainy day
i guess you can never take the pain away but
what matters most is what the pain teaches you,
something deeper than the ocean
it makes you realize the real you.
They say pain comes from the truth and the lie
was invented to cut a corner and make everything seem
smooth but in my experience the lie is the truth and
the truth is the lie because I te...
Friday 17th November 2017 7:50 am
Sneaking out at night to lie with your virgin girlfriend under the stars.
Seeing her face in the crowd at your High School football game.
Having a huge group of jock friends.
You never experienced any of that.
It's over. You lost at life.
Time to man up and become a provider.
Time to downsize and save for retirement.
Time to Gillette shave your face and become...
Thursday 16th November 2017 11:37 pm
Let’s say it was a winter Thursday afternoon
like any of the million winter Thursday afternoons
when I’d come home from work
just after you’d come home from work
and you’d gone over to the window
by the silent stereo sitting in the corner,
to close the curtains, to close out the torrid day.
I was standing in the doorway with my old brown coat still on
but this Thursday even...
Thursday 16th November 2017 6:45 pm
Also by David T Jones:Wistful @ Wittering | Beatification and snacks |
I’m hard-up, poor
I look it
So I keep my head down
And shuffle, carefully not touching
Beautiful, clever people:
They must be
Beautiful and clever
To be so rich
Thank God – - -
Is there one? – - -
I’m not yet about to
Sit outside McDonalds
With an open cap
And a dog
Summer’s good: nice and warm.
Thursday 16th November 2017 5:40 pm
Also by Dorinda MacDowell:Her Present Darkness |
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "health"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "wealth"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "living"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "giving"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "gain"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "pain"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of "caring"?
Tell me - who's your equal in terms of ...
Thursday 16th November 2017 4:54 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:A THOUGHT FOR REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY | THE MENIN GATE - Remembrance Day Remembered | JULIA HARTLEY-BREWER | JULIA HARTLEY-BREWER |
but here is a softness
bruised knuckles brushing ears of wheat
a slight refrain
a ponderous disintegration of viola and clarinet
and gregor woke one morning as something alien
a mystery, clad in chitinous jade and with feelers, many eyes
could i be this burden to you?
a cloud passes the window
something pillow-like, nebulous
Thursday 16th November 2017 4:36 pm
Myself I have to blame
After declaring“I have severed
Our relation, intolerant to
Her theatrical and self-seeking love game!”
Back to square one, under
The pretext of sympathy, of course,
Buckling under her sight and voice
I acted the same,like a moth to a flame!
Though my siblings and friends
Advised, “A leech, if she has no other intent
Then, inconsiderate, she'll bleed you dry
Thursday 16th November 2017 2:25 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:What a lesson? | Psychological dome |
All the locking mechanisms went missing and the guns have vanished along with them.
Fumbling-dumbfounded-investigating the metal loops where pins used to hold secure--but now the doors have vanished too!
The crisp, grey winter air bites like growing alarm and there a beautiful female figure takes slow shape from the desolate wood; encompassing what once was an ...
Thursday 16th November 2017 1:38 pm
Also by Brent Cameron:One | Free |
Council House and Silent" is the raw and unsettling debut spoken word album from urban performance poet and poetry slam champion Sadie Davidson on Spoken Label.
Recorded at home in her airing cupboard after spending months in a hostel with her partner and two small children, "Council House and Silent" is a truthful, heartbreaking and highly provocative window in to life in Britain's underclass.
Thursday 16th November 2017 12:36 pm
She who seeks shall find,
Tasting the fruit of essence
She becomes alive!
O wild wombman, I see the passion
I see the stars in your eyes
The dreams, the hope -- hidden deep inside
It took a lot to bring you forth,
Shedding the layers, I so carefully placed around me
Breaking down the walls, exploring myself
Deeper and Deeper
Then I realized,
You are ...
Thursday 16th November 2017 3:17 am
Also by Gabrielle Renee':Untitled |
Bing bang boom
The lie was discovered in the room
Bing bang bong
All those that believed are gone
What once was said can not be renewed
Let this be a lesson for all of you
The danger was not with the truth
But instead the darkness that consumes
Filling you up with your thoughts and connecting those imaginary dots
Instead of floating higher, your pulled d...
Thursday 16th November 2017 2:56 am
Also by AmyLogan:The “Great” War |
Sometimes we’d win and we’d all go berserk.
But the bubbles have burst since we left Upton Park.
Hurst, Peters and Moore, an honest days work.
Sometimes we’d win and we’d all go berserk.
Sometimes we’d lose and we’d all rant and rave.
A tear up on the terraces, give the enemy a shave.
“West Ham until I die, until I’m in the grave.”
Sometimes we’d lose and we’d all rant and rave.
Wednesday 15th November 2017 5:08 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:At the Arts Council in Manchester | If I Could Take A Day |
I have always hankered after the life of the artist - including the world of the visual arts. In retirement I have the opportunity to follow that yearning.
The Humble Heart of the Craftsman
As corruption sheds its sting when seen
from lofty heights,
so humility shows its mettle
in the steady care of the gifted creator;
turning one's gaze from skilled hands
to the thi...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 3:29 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:The Quiet Soldier | Pavane | Tone Poem | The Imperfect Gardener | Sun - Kings |
The empty stems of the fennel
Under umbrella heads of raindrops
Are perches for the waiting birds
The grey green sage leaves
Glow crystal white in the frost
Moss grows where the branch
Leaves the trunk of the bonsai
Its ruddy leaves falling
Amongst the yellowing leaves
A single crimson rose bud perishes
Yellow leaves have fallen from the dogwood...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 10:53 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Parallel Echoes of Love | Ancestral | Three Haiku | Microcosm | Zen Reflexions | Above the Valley |
Surrounded by words, lines,
How can one just explain all these
Under Milk Wood,
Or Armitage, perhaps.
At school with War poets, Shakespeare,
prose with the late,
Great Brautigan. Hearing
McMillan's radio programme,
Does poetry's appeal
Wednesday 15th November 2017 8:20 am
Also by James Dust Jacket:Rose Tips/Undesired Destination |
I remember her eyes
ever gone a grip sudden regret
I never wanted to go I tripped can't forget
Still absent in a void once you were there
long hair across my face you made me aware
Wednesday 15th November 2017 3:34 am
In the sponge of fog and lamplight,
the amber umber and a Sunday roast;
I am safe in the jungle, at last, I feel her
hurting and kick leaves, I drop my can of
petrol and caffeine unthinkingly and keep
walking, this is the one place that doesn’t mislead
but does present the dichotomy of a dozen misdeeds a minute;
the graffiti’s image gratifies, it satisfies that lesser men...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 11:10 pm
Tuesday 14th November 2017 6:34 pm
Gossip is simmering internal fathoms deep
So crazy for you I’m petrified by love
Witches watch the children cry,
As the jazz man freezes at what is here,
The Tesco Ghost floats like a butterfly
But gets stung by a speeding lorry
Freezing weapons like bullets
Then swallows wanting to come home
Leaves no more to be said
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:49 pm
I want to find myself lost in the panic of a moment
Want to feel my heart skip a beat
When I see the girl of my dreams - staring at me
Yeah - Staring - smiling - right at me
Yeah and the moment will feel so real - but it will be like a dream
And we’ll feel so light in our moment
Like we’re standing on the moon
Yeah like we’re standing on the moon
And it will be li...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:20 pm
Also by 220August:Seduce me | Missing you from me | Fall and Foster | Now Julie says man | When Our Song Becomes a Prayer | To Evona From Corbin |
Tuesday 14th November 2017 2:00 pm
Also by jennifer Malden:Perceptions | The boyfriend |
When a mother has a son
She's supposed to be the boss
Teach him how to be respectful
So in life he isn't lost
However in their family circle
He's the one who's in control
And she allows him to be in charge
Though he's just 19 years old
A woman in her late forties
Should not be treated this way by
Her son that manipulates her
You're scared of him don't lie...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 10:01 am
Also by Charlotte Bergman:Tainted memories |
& I stroked her leg she said stop yer giving me sensations
I faltered at her temptations
Smoked a cigarrette
Burnt my regret
An offering I overplay
& I saw the clouds roll in on a clear day
& I’m hurt
& I’m torn
& I’m ragged
& I Iead myself on
With no fucking collar on
A walk round the block
No bags big enough to pick up the shit that I drop...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 9:21 am
Also by Jeff:Soft Silence |
The sky was that hazy grey you get
right after bonfire night; a chemical vat.
Riot police had already assembled
by the time we arrived.
My uncle and I, and my girlfriend at the time
had travelled from Waterford to
Shannon airport, the Great American
Petrol Station, a pit stop for planes
on their merry way to war,
to Baghdad (Kabul was still in the sun) and
places the world had yet to h...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:59 am
Also by Kealan Coady:When Bees Make Honey In A Goat's Skull | Abilify | Cold Cup | Notes On A Soiled Mattress |
we shared our fears
how we felt about love
in a world this cold
it's hard not to feel so alone
paranoia finally got the best of me
she knows i wont rest in peace
we always knew this day would come
a fate filled with grief
id give anything
to hear you say goodbye
one more time
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:53 am
Why do you always tear at me,
like claws removing flesh?
Yet hide behind the guise of help
like you're putting "lies" to death?
We both know you're the liar,
the accuser and the fraud.
Falsifying honesty and truth -
playing at god.
I've never heard a good thing from you,
you've only ever held me back;
put me down, picked me apart,
acquainted me with what I lack....
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:00 am
August 9, 1995
a haunting road stretched ahead, lit only by the dim headlights of the truck. she wished that there were more people on the road, something to keep her mind busy. the radio played hymns quietly in the background as a deer flashed across the road -unnoticed; as rain trickled on the unmoving wipers; a baby on board sticker on the bed began to peel away; clouds covered the...
Monday 13th November 2017 10:07 pm
Also by Tia Lattanzio:Paper Dance | Crytallized Ginger and Eskimo Kisses | Made of These | Split Pea Soup | Pinup Girl | A Criminal Mind | "I" |
The warm waxon wood of tables
Lined in Heroes' hallways, notched
Deserter hellhounds chasing sunsets
Roping and reigning
Cheating and feigning
Silverfang'd denizens of dives and drag shows
The white hot board of kinship
growing like mould in spaces
secret and sacred, sold sages
sharing scar and syringe, rattling cag...
Monday 13th November 2017 2:52 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:benkei autocannibal (11/11/2017) |
Sanding in the shower
Thinking of my woes
Water circling my toes
Washing only take a minute
Thoughts and dreams much longer
I love this time for me
It makes me feel much stronger
A knock at the door
Breaks me from my reverie
"Mum, are you done yet?"
Ah, back to reality
Monday 13th November 2017 1:21 pm
Also by Jenny Kelly:Superpower |
and copper-white cliffs rise
against the mighty
Black granite sentinels stand
in anxious waters
in austere pose
Restless and daring
the waters thrash
sand and stone
whetting a wilted past
Blankets of worn bells
cling tightly to the black
in the shadow of towerin...
Monday 13th November 2017 1:10 pm
the woods where i can blast my music
and problems away.Where no one can
destroy me from being me.Where i can
have parties and not get in trouble.Where
i can take a walk and never get lost.Where
i can feel the fresh air and hear the silence
thats never there.The woods where i can
stay up and n...
Monday 13th November 2017 10:51 am
Also by anon-ymous girl:monster | a mini monologue | I am | smile | no one sees | I hope. I want. I remember. |
Apply one drop,
if humble is the desired adjustment.
Two compounding the voodoo charm of this magical elixir!
WARNING. Do not apply under the influence of drugs or alcohol.
Doing so may effect your ability to operate heavy emotions.
If this occurs induce seclusion and call your lifeline.
Read Product information sheet enclosed in packaging bef...
Monday 13th November 2017 4:34 am
I stretch some more
sprawling over my bed
caressing the cold sheets beside me
A weight sits on my chest.
The pang of my solitude,
visiting me in the silent hours of the morning
I bring your blanket closer to my chest,
Sucking in your smell,
Breathing the pores of you.
It’s started to fade now.
The staleness and the dust has set in.
Sunday 12th November 2017 10:42 pm
Hi all, some of you may remember I was planning to pull together a collection of my poems written over the last 10 years. Well after doing that the sympathetic people at Palewell Press have decided to publish the collection this December.
The poems are night themed, either written at night or about the night.
While it's not a giant literary event it's an exciting opportunity and I owe a lo...
Sunday 12th November 2017 10:40 pm
A round on me since all of the faint pain is about to cave soon like it's coal,
All voices awash in a sea in the same way that sound waves boom in a bowl,
I can say to them now though, let's go ride for an evasion,
I'm suited up and wearing my best bowtie for the occasion,
No umbrella or ruined method while the pitter patter of the rain sticks like a cosplay date,
Damn nothing ...
Sunday 12th November 2017 4:43 pm
Also by Big Sal:Desert Sands | City of Stone in the Fire |
Like every other divine, supernatural idea,
I would like to think you come on a chariot of black horses,
But you behold a hallow of sadness,
A shower of dripping tears,
You carve your way, out of the fear people hold,
You drink on those helpless minds and restless souls,
You knock like the wind and enter like the whirlpool,
On every step you play peekaboo,
On every turn you grip tight and ...
Sunday 12th November 2017 2:31 pm
when peace between nations thins
and the belonging to each other is almost forgotten
it is then that hope and painless dialogue must stand their ground.
If human kindness cannot be spoken or heard of
and distanced brothers allow hurt to separately weaponise
the spaces between them
silences raw and torn will become the Kings of ill reason.
When the integration of...
Sunday 12th November 2017 11:20 am
Also by Rose Casserley:taking a leaf from the book of animality | the allowance of breath is........ |
Do you fancy a swap, a barter or deal.
Maybe some arrangement we can seal.
Stole my space, do you want to be me?
Do you think I'm lucky as I park for free?
Do you crave a blue badge in your name?
Do you want to swap well being for pain?
Maybe we should even go the whole way.
Let's be each other, and try that for a day.
Try my wheelchair for size, be my guest.
I can be you, with perfect he...
Sunday 12th November 2017 9:45 am
Also by Mike Bartram:The Robin | Secrets | Feeling Blessed |
One of my favorite poets, F Scott Fitzgerald, once said 'there are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice'. And that's where we went wrong- where I went wrong, and I blame myself. It's hard to smile today. My whole being is just so sad. Lost. Empty. Lifeless. I've been trying to keep myself busy to get my mind off of you, but nothing helps. Even when I sleep, you're waiting...
Sunday 12th November 2017 12:02 am
I remember falling as a child
And being lifted by a fairy-wild
She kissed my cheek and mussed my hair
And then she wasn’t there.
Some blind folk see the fairies clear
For faeries are always close or near.
Oh, better far than what we see
Are fairy wings that brush our faces
Like spiders’ webs or shimmering laces
Such magical, lovely, lonely things.
A rustle in the ...
Saturday 11th November 2017 9:51 pm
Also by John Marks:Riding the Wind | Caillteanas buan de sonas | ALL SOULS' DAY |
The moon is crowning
and out the cloud
bright the sound erupts
a white hoot to the owl.
Many and undone we come
to make you frown
You won't hear us
in the sand
our hearts fly high
we don't know how to land
we draw our lines blank
miles to climb
and mountains to run
check out the way
that dude swallows the sun
and the black rabbit
does run run ...
Saturday 11th November 2017 9:50 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:My Muse | Once |
A little poem off the top of my head. Not edited, written v.fast.
Why should we bother?
To think about the souls
who fought in WARS
when peace is our goal.
Why should we bother?
To find a hour to spare
To witness their support
when we weren’t there
Why should we bother?
To think about the tears
Of all the men and women
who sacrificed their fears
We should alw...
Saturday 11th November 2017 10:56 am
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