To You I Come
Not because you
Hold a stand
But when life fell apart
You held my hand
When all that I could do
Was cry
You wiped the tear
From my eye
You listened as I shared
My soul
And why right now
I can't feel whole
And while there might
Not be a thing that you could do
With compassion you heard
My point of view
Wednesday 31st May 2017 10:50 pm
Also by Kathy Cammarota:
Through Tears ( Day after the Presidential election 2016 ) | Bring Back The Good | A Measured Mind |Journey
Remember adventures that happen on journey
Don't feel a resentment as you chase fantasies
To the ends of this world without the tragedies
That might occur on route, avoiding death's gurney
You might endure some pain as much as you cause it
Opening wide your heart to allow it broken
While securing lessons that giants are shaken
From the feeble nature of this natural split
Whatever comes...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 8:40 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
Phoenix Pay System | Cherry Pie | House Party | Seeing first time | Best friend in waiting | The good wife | Sandpaper | Strong Survivor | The passion of night | Dream Woman | Her kink | Collapse | Goosebumps | Women | From a Canadian friend | Acceptance | The mountain drive | Work | The mansion | The park bench | The quiet night | The massage | Depression | The dragon's den | The kingdom | New Porn Star | Sinking feeling | The judge | Two lines | Traffic |"X"!
I don’t think your soul
Is capable of being dark as my own
Even when you start showing similar traits
In just a few hours you knew me couple dates
Named me
The black queen
Cause never revealed no feeling
Never left an impression but still made a killing
You said my eyes show all the pain I’ve been hiding
That my heart is a home to darkness and that’s where hate is residing
That’s why I k...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 8:31 pm
Also by Pfunzo Badane:
A Kid |The Masterplan
For all those who think wonderwall is still in the charts...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 8:29 pm
Also by Wayne Riley:
Puberty | My Wife | Homeland | The Pursuit Of Happyness | Partial Suicide |Our strange stay here on Earth
We did not ask for this
We cannot control what we must
We can only rise to the times
And do what we see as right
There is no one there to listen
No parent in the sky
We are the author of our souls
The believer in our faith
Children of the universe
Intellect and compassion?
Built solely from an interplay of atomic particles
Our strange stay here on Earth
The true...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 7:55 pm
Also by Kim Whysall-Hammond:
Chalklands | After the Dance | Burning | Solar thoughts or To our mistress, the sun | To walk among ruins |The Worthy Opponent
One who is strong in will
And full of skill
One who sets out to kill
Opposing the ones God filled
Much blood had to spill
to pay the worldly bill
Jesus took our cup out of His goodwill
So we won't have to go alone over the hill
His love, to all who believe, He instills
His promises He will fulfill
With Jesus, we can take that hill
Wednesday 31st May 2017 6:35 pm
Also by Travis:
The Good Life |The Wiseman Speaks
I've seen truth reveal itself over time and wisdom follow closely behind it. And if wisdom would ever get off track, his friend pain would surely remind him. Truth told me that love kills and wisdom told me truth was being truthful. The first time is my life, when wisdom was actually useful. It's no scenic route in life and it's no shortcut to success. Hatred blocks my heart, anxiety taunts my str...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 1:52 pm
Paper Planet Spinner Kid
Common sense would dictate
That when a website uses the concept of pounds...
...I think they're pounds? Maybe?
Well, that should indicate the base of operations; Britan.
...United Kingdom...?
Maybe just.....generally European?
Sorry
My knowledge of globes, that explain the world in quilted patches is small. I only recall that lines we're drawn with sticks at some point and dec...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 1:42 pm
Also by Connor Lannes:
Give Me An Original Metaphor | The Island of Misfit Boys | Puberty & Desperation | Simon Bette's Cry of the Lost Lamb | Selfie Culture is Just Culture You Stupid Fucking Baby Boomer. | What To Do After You've Participated In A Threesome | Housewives, Magic Circles, and Poetic Gimmicks. | Watching a Group of Angry College Kids is Weirdly Entertaining | Experimental Proposition Following Observation of Apathy |Politicians
Politicians
Are they patriots or philanthropists
given to good works and the welfare of mankind?
Do they seek to change for the better
or is there some hidden agenda?
Politicians are a breed set apart
out for themselves from the very start
They preen themselves to receive acclaim
and fast enough to submit an expense claim
They become quite detached from us all
be...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 10:06 am
Also by keith jeffries:
Behind a Closed Door | Italy | Those Halcyon Days | A Wartime Journey | Air Raid | Gallipoli | Air Gunner | The Heat of the Night | The Madding Crowd | The Demobbed | Imagination | Waves | All in All | Turn the other cheek | An Idyll | Fruition | Life´s Span | Soggy goings on... | The Mellow Years | Sunday | Self Destruction | A Train Journey | The Tobacconist | First Day at School | The Ultimate Love | Stress | The Poet Philosopher | Hidden from View | A Circle of Friends | Lost but Held | Old Father Tom | She sailed in... | Turmoil | Berlin | The Tango | Your Book | Reaching Out | Nan | Hither and Thither | The Bike Sheds | School Sports Day | Step outside | If only.... | Seek and you will find | Best of Friends | A Darkened Sanctuary | A Transitory World | Labels | A Dimensional World |yin yang
What is sadness?
What is goodness?
What is badness?
What is happiness?
Are all these things the same?
Or different.
What is the same as these things?
I know it's not life.
I know it isn't living.
So what is it?
Wednesday 31st May 2017 6:11 am
Also by Ben Chronister:
crying | what is trust | my first draft of my new book | sadness in the morning | quick shoutout | poem on my family | more poetry |Your Shoes
Little open mouths,
worn out tongues, dirty talkers,
they’ve been talking about you
when you’re not around,
how you’ve been
going this way and that,
scuffing them on street corners,
shuffling through the
warm streets at night
listening to voices from open windows.
Look how worn they’ve become
these imprints of your time on earth
tired as old leather
lik...
Wednesday 31st May 2017 12:34 am
Also by Tom Harding:
Late Summer | Best Endeavours | The Secret | Night Feed |that moment is so golden
You are the silence between breaths, that moment that encompasses every potential
Where I’m not only questioning and I’m not just knowing, I'm filling every space in between.
You are the strings that tie my heart down, keeping it from flying away with every little joy.
Fuck you bring me such joy!
Joyous flights of ecstasy in your hugs.
And when I hear you say you need me as much as ...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 11:19 pm
Also by Dana Lyn:
Work Sets You Free | Post Traumatic Echos | (but also when she said no) |Crab spider
Self-assured
Yet unaware
Numbly green
Apparent fear
Haul self to ground in a fleeting moment
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
With a web
Tuesday 30th May 2017 5:26 pm
The End of May
June will be the end of May!
The 9th will be a celebration day.
We'll dance in the streets of the whole U.K.
Let's make June the end of May!
When she came no one expected
she'd hit us with a rock hard Brexit,
so show the lady to the exit.
Let's make June the end of May!
June will be the end of May!
We'll halt the NHS decay
and give the nurses proper pay.
...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 1:26 pm
BY ANY OTHER NAME
Does Mother Nature show the need
To define what makes a flower or weed?
Everything has its natural place
While Man decides to give it space.
The dandelion - or "lion's tooth"
Is one example - and in truth
Would be treasured on a vine
Ensuring its future as a wine!
Does Mother Nature seek to guide a
flea to be free of the web of a spider...
Or help the spider...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 1:12 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
UP FOR THE CUP | BOMBING GOD | WOODLANDS FOR SALE | THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - a song lyric | BANK HOLIDAY BLUES |Cock's Away!
Back in the nineties, Lorena and John
were making the news with a ‘right carry-on’!
John’s marriage commitments, he just couldn’t keep.
So she chopped off his ‘chopper’ whilst he was asleep!
Lorena then (finally) came to her senses.
So shocked with her handiwork’s dire consequences!
Her ‘unkindest cut’ must have broken the law,
so she picked up his ‘winkie’ and ran for the door.
Tuesday 30th May 2017 12:13 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:
United Airlines Double-Booking Policy! | 'Pet Project'! | The 'Greater Cause'! |Last Goodbye
For the sake
Of all smiles that fake
I will forgive
My self to grieve
To forget
Everything I meant
Then I will say
Good bye
For the love that dies
Everything I meant
Is what I really meant
And everything I show
Is everything I want to show
Sometimes a memory
Sometimes a history
Sometimes a melody
That cannot be on rhythm
Everything I realized
Is what you want me t...
Tuesday 30th May 2017 10:48 am
Also by Gelo leysa:
How can there be nothing? | Last poem that I will right for you |Milestones
Lying here comforting my daughter of 9 months beside me, it suddenly occured to me that when she was born I was going to write more, start to share my work, use my time out of work to explore my poetry writing too. You know, all the usual gubbins, before the actual reality of having a newborn who doesn't sleep, has painful reflux and an older, teenage sister or whichever equivalents consume you.
...Tuesday 30th May 2017 5:26 am
Life Loved To Death
In loving, I set myself up for loss,
In caring, broken by those who don't give a toss,
What is the point in this moment or next?
We all end up broken, more broken, bereft...
From start to finish just feels like a flash,
Earn money, more money, broken for cash,
Tired and more tired waiting for sweet release,
When death's knell calls, signalling my peace
So what is ...
Monday 29th May 2017 11:06 pm
Also by Liam:
Liquid Freedom |HOME STRAIGHT
A jealous wind blows through the rooms
of St.Augusta's Nursing Home
Mrs.Grundy come last Monday
wore her come to bedtime eyes
to beckon Mr. Albert Gregory
and work her charms now recollected
her hands to places reconnected.
The word went round from nurse to nurse
whose jobs were often well rehearsed
especially in Mr. Gregory's case
large as he was in the fuselage
...Monday 29th May 2017 8:12 pm
Also by ray pool:
O TO BE A POET | MEET THE RUSSIANS | HELL AS PARADISE | REMOVING THE STOPPER | TO THE NORTH! | FORWARD TOGETHER LET US GO | BOVINE POETRY | WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT? | DUST TO DUST | ROMEO AND JULIET IN REAL TIME | TO A CURVE | CHESS VERSUS LIFE | REGRET FOR A LOST PAUSE | DEBUTANTES | EXODUS |What’s bad for your heart is good for your art, they say
And it may be true that poetry is either about pain or love,
Finding or losing a beloved one
Thoughts and creativity,
As a tool to convert them into words in a poem,
Find me, not when I am at my absolute worst, never then
They find me when I am feeling a bit down, disheartened, sad
The kind of “there are tears in my eyes...
Monday 29th May 2017 6:45 pm
Sanitary Towels For Men
Monday 29th May 2017 5:12 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:
The Quantum Paradox | As A Fragrance Ghost With No Name Drifts By |Another
Lost in the damper of the mess I created not knowing how to find my way out. No hope, no light at the end of the tunnel asking myself why do we need the love of another, why do we need that, to feel the love of another. I don’t know how to live life without feeling like a complete failure after you're told that so much in life you begin to believe the mean stuff that people say.
Monday 29th May 2017 4:02 pm
Polyester Fluorescent Workwear?
If things were so spun that I
dressed my lady I'd gaze on an Aztec princess.
A summer's warmth her eyes radiate! Jade and gold
catch the light. Charms and tokens of love
sparkle in earnest. Silks and feathers shimmer;
bring motion to emotion in my view.
For my life as backdrop I am ecstatic.
This is the picture to die for.
Back here in this flat world, England 2017,
...
Monday 29th May 2017 3:51 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Contrariwise To The Newest Wrinkle | Always Mistaken | Land Of No Return | We All Agree | Pastoral | Love Begins At Fifty | A Consideration |A Win-Win Approach (A poetic one-scene drama)
Characters (All together six)
Ethiopia (Mother) , Blue Nile (son) , Riparian Countries (Two-R1, R2)
International Donors (Two- D1, D2)
A background music about Blue Nile River and a backdrop about Blue Nile fall
(Abaye Negateba Habtun Yafesewal,
Chesalba Nedage Belew MenYansewal /
Day in and day out Abaye (BlueNile)
Pours down its wealth,
It will not be a hyperbole if
I dare call i...
Monday 29th May 2017 3:05 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
Self Destruction |rainy day in may
The cafes alive today
The throbbing throng
of hardy rained soaked song
in idle chatter
of weather, all too much
baby’s prams and buggies
mothers aging matriarchs
food frying toasted boiling baking
plates of omelettes toast sausage
egg and chips
steaming tea mocha latte
coke and 7 up
mugs cups and chinking glasses
pensioners sit in silent stare
of mock re...
Monday 29th May 2017 10:20 am
Also by Martin Elder:
Bar room blues |YOUR LITTLE GIRL.
do not worry about me, i am no longer the baby i was
do not be stressed up, your little girl is taking care of herself
though life is not easy, she is trying her best to make ends meet
though the road is not smooth, she is trying to make it through
i have to admit it is hard making my own choices and decisions
with fear that i might have taken the wrong way
i had been fond ...
Monday 29th May 2017 9:58 am
Also by kanini Beatrice:
THE POOR THING. | THE PROMISE. | FUTURE DAUGHTER. | REACH FOR THE STARS. | TAKE CARE OF HER | IN THE NAME OF LOVE | YOUNG DREAMS | MUSINGS OF THE HEART | SHE IS MY MUM | YOU | SHE IS JUST A KID. |Better for my soul
Days have gone till I've felt something strange,
would I feel like that again?
Will my life be with the sweetness I haven't known yet?
One can do so much,
one can feel too much.
I admit I ache for something,
something unknown.
One thing is for certain,
I might feel it again.
Might not be the same,
maybe more...
Better of this ache,
better for my soul.
-G.N.D.
Monday 29th May 2017 2:05 am
No Place For Angels
No Place For Angels
We believed,
We thought nothing could stop
‘Our’ evolution,
Would even go to
War to settle difference of
Ideology,
But, we’re no different
Now than thousands upon
Thousands of blind years,
For we’re still singing war songs
And frightening the babes
So distraught as shells fall
And Martyrs scream battle crie...
Sunday 28th May 2017 10:35 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
None of You Truly Know | Dark Entry |Earsplitting
Shrieking with laughter she free wheeled down the hill
Plaits like twin kite tails streaming behind her
Starlings screech. An owl, late to bed, screams blue murder
Her red cardigan, an emblem, against the unrelenting green
Straight legs held aloft, exquisite pleasure of heels
Digging into thin air. The rush of wind on soft cheeks
Exhilaration of speed, obliterating all thoughts o...
Sunday 28th May 2017 6:13 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:
Child |My Bundle of Joy
When I feel so down and low
When I think of losing hope in life,
I look and stare at the photos on my wall
And see my bundle of joy brightens up the day.
The happy eyes and glowing faces,
Just hearing their laughter makes me feel great,
I will then be calm and will hear me say,
This too shall pass and All is going to be well...
All of this I am doing for my bundle of joy's ...
Sunday 28th May 2017 12:14 pm
Dictionary (acrostic)
Dr Johnson's work of art
Inspired some to look up 'fart'
Caused others though to search with ease
Thoughtful terms like 'whiffy breeze'
In those great enlightened days
One could get folk to mend their ways
Now alas, it's plain to see
All too many are stuck, like me
Rambling through a short word stock
Yet still his book thwarts writers block
Sunday 28th May 2017 11:44 am
Also by David Lindsay:
A Fair Exchange |A Dog's Life
he talks to me as if I know
I just tilt my head
give him the eyes
thinks I'm his best friend
all I want is a long walk
a few wees, a dump
a sniff around lamp posts
bushes and trees
quick catch up on the news
he has to read that paper
he's just bought
or sit watching TV
thinks he's in charge
but you don't see me
picking up after ...
Sunday 28th May 2017 9:38 am
Also by Paul Waring:
Bitchin' In The Kitchen Sink Drama | minds under arrest | Begging For Time | That Thing We Call Nostalgia | The Politics of Billy Liar | Only The Lonely Hear Górecki |Time
Time heals
tends to peel away the pain
calms your brain
stops you from going insane
takes the rain and turns it into sunshine.
If you give it time your world will grow
beautiful flowers
provide long hours
of joy.
By Lynn Hahn
Saturday 27th May 2017 10:58 pm
THE GOBBLER AND BLACK DOG
Two of the most popular women at Durham when I was a student there were The Gobbler and Black Dog. I didn’t know their real names – I wasn’t in their company long enough to find out.
But they were good sports and did their best on the back seat of the rugby coach as we returned from away matches to commiserate with the team if we’d lost or celebrate if we’d won. The remedy was the same.
Th...
Saturday 27th May 2017 10:39 pm
Also by John Coopey:
The 'Ostage Situation | FAREWELL TO THE LANE | CHARITY MARATHON ROW | SIX WOOD WIZARD | THE QUINTESSENCE OF POETRY |A little something to eat
These hunger pangs
Are in salivary glands
No malnutrition
Or double vision
Just mental desire
For what is dire
For the body and soul
As it becomes a goal
To eat to be happier
The body gets flappier
As we lose inhibitions
And old traditions
Of meat and two veg
Of brown toast and egg
Now pancakes and syrups
Fizzy drinks and hiccups
Gassy stomachs and minds
As we indulge in al...
Saturday 27th May 2017 8:44 pm
Also by Alonelymouse:
Train Tracks | Risk it |Summer Twilight
Be sure to catch and savour
The dusk after a long fine day,
When the last glow of twilight
Seems to linger forever.
After the sun has set leaving the dim embers
Of a dying day,
When the magic of twilight
Seems to last forever.
Only a few times a year
From late May to early July,
Does the magic of twilight
Seem to go on forever.
The first bats swoo...
Saturday 27th May 2017 8:24 pm
Forever Show Your Love
Keep your arms around them . Never let them go . Love one another . As you have never loved before . You never know how long you have . To let your loved ones know . Just how much you care for them . So always let them know .
Saturday 27th May 2017 3:46 pm
Also by Wendy Higson:
I'm Angry | We Will Servive |A Sin Of Omission
Photo credit: Innocent Technologies
A woman who says she loves me
Doesn’t use the interrobang at the
End of my name
My journey toward manhood / personhood
Includes finding an appropriate name to fit into
Maybe she doesn’t appreciate
I had to become my name to be a man
Nothing short of a sea change
Could have made me possible
People have trouble with my name
I’m ...
Saturday 27th May 2017 12:50 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):
Body of Work |Rainbow Dream
Pure gold she is,
pure gold to me,
pure sunlight amber glow,
pure moonlight true blue,
purple green,
pure red, a dream,
pure starlight white,
pure light defined.
So much light
she puts inside,
she glows, it flows,
heart no more dark
shades bend blue.
My soul she does kiss open,
a vast array of colour erupts,
whole inside
she leaves me always
complete ecstasy infin...
Saturday 27th May 2017 11:40 am
Also by MyDystopiA:
Blank | Pure Ecstasy | Night | Chaos |The Digital Frontier - Bullshit Two Point Zero
We get our news in headlines and trending quotes
Despotic Tyrants hack computers to sway our votes
Egomaniacs trump their worth from their ivory towers
Politicians line their pockets with money that is ours
Whilst the fat cat bankers and the Global Corporation
Ruin our economies and sell our personal information
It seems the Arab Spring has sprung and broken
And Twits and...
Saturday 27th May 2017 8:35 am
Also by Peter Roe:
First Bytes in Computing |OLD TREE
You gave to me your very best old tree
Since the day i planted you
The drought has knocked you round a bit
You managed to pull through
The local kids come and swing
Upon your gnarled old limbs
A Gospel Country Group would arrive
On sunday to sing hymns
We had lots of cook out Barbeques in your
Deep shade old friend
With steak and eggs and sausages
All pil...
Friday 26th May 2017 12:36 pm
Also by Jonalyn Cajefe:
THE CAMP COOK | FEELING DOWN | THE FRUIT GROWER'S LAMENT | MY MOUSE | MY CAMPFIRE GUITAR |my pain and sadness is more sad and painful than yours
i don’t want this poem to be about anything
i want this poem to be the something
that other poems are about
because a bowl of fruit is
a bowl of fruit is
a bowl of fruit
but there is a tremulous enormity between
my fiery synapses
and the faded maps of my fingertips
it’s not
the sea
the sky
the life of
the death of
it’s
everything
waiting to get out
...Friday 26th May 2017 11:03 am
Also by Stuart Buck:
incorrectly identifying the arias of mario lanza due to the sheer volume of the voices in our heads | become something frail | leaves of glass | i am light once more | not every poem has to be about love or loss | our life is not a love song though maybe it is |Thousand Flasks: A world so racist
A thousand flasks,
residing in heaven's den,
engraved with white masks,
with thousand souls of men.
A thousand plans,
with a particular thrill.
There are no forms to fill,
to join Ku Klux Klan.
Those thousand flasks,
contain soul of men,
who weren't white men,
killed by the white masks.
David Duke is one of those men,
Whose throne is that of d...
Friday 26th May 2017 10:18 am
"FREE FROM LONELINESS"
She was standing near the ocean all alone..
waiting for the sun to come out..
Loneliness whispers her "go back home.."
but she was standing still caring without..
The waves splashes..
and suddenly her eyes blink..
with those brown eyelashes..
she started to wink..
The sparkle of sand..
in this beautiful island..
mesmerize her so much..
she feel like she is in wonde...
Friday 26th May 2017 6:43 am
Also by priyakhi barbara:
"LOST" |Are you out there?
Is there somebody out there that’s more than an eager body next to mine.
Is there that elusive somebody that will expose me to truths about myself that I wasn’t aware of?
Somebody who can touch the stars with me.
That special one who can walk quietly beside me and sperakj volumes.
Who believes in my story and I in hers.
That somebody who makes me forget about time and space.
Doe...
Thursday 25th May 2017 8:01 pm
Also by Chakraj:
Love, Freedom and Forgiveness in Concert | An Unborn Union | Seduced by life | The Crack | This morning I included me | EuroTrash -- Dix Points | Pre-judge-ice | Honestly speaking, there's beauty in the NOW |#RoomsForManchester
#RoomsForManchester
#RoomsForManchester
#HotelRoomsForFree
#FreeTaxisHome
#FoodForFree
This is the heart and spirit
Your hate filled eyes will never see
You can try all you like
But your sinister plans will fail
All you've done is made us stronger
Your world of evil will never prevail
You attack helpless children
You kill and you maim
But their deaths and injuries
Will never ...
Thursday 25th May 2017 7:53 pm
This Flower
This Flower
We were alive
And how we blazed
With youthful potential
You will never forget our scent
The way the sunlight caught us growing
The way we settled together
With your messages of hope and strength
Writ large and defiant with remembrance
The way the dew fell from us
Like teardrops on a northern street
Each of us unique
Drawn together
Into a sing...
Thursday 25th May 2017 2:19 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
The Mayfly Dance | Gone | The Last Laugh |My child...
FOOT BY FOOT
I hold your hands
For you to take a step
For you to tread ahead
For you to stand straight
For you to hold your head high.
Step by Step
We walked together
For you to gather strength
For you to gain confidence
For you to fathom a future bright
For you to stand to apart upright
Higher the Flight
You rose to heights
For you to shine
F...
Thursday 25th May 2017 9:45 am
Everything
do you even know
What is the content of "everything"
don't you think
That there is nothingness in "everything"
is there
A limit in the word "everything"
Thursday 25th May 2017 8:57 am
Also by angie_the_poco:
The Flower of the Tree |Seconds
When is it that we have to much time;
And at others not enough;
When in a moment we choose;
In a moment neglect;
In others abandon;
And at others love;
Apply tenderness;
Seek solace with someone special;
Choose monetary over life;
Why in these seconds do we choose;
A second could alter a life forever;
It may destroy everything to someone;
Eons spent pondering atrocities;
How long spen...
Thursday 25th May 2017 7:27 am
Also by Andres S.:
Fruition | Sinking Star Sand | Seeing Blindly | Moms Burn |Power
Build me a city on broken dreams
Use the concrete of weaponry and the filling of blood
Trace rivers and shores with the tears of a thousand lost sailors
Build crosswalks at the intersection of emptiness
Place traffic lights to guide motorized souls
Build bridges to nowhere
And walls around collective thought
Carbon capture technology to prevent idea exhaust
From the factori...
Thursday 25th May 2017 5:38 am
Incurable
It just wasn't love
Even though you'd whisper, "I love you"
In between gasped breaths
As if each movement was a reinstatement, a confirmation
But plasters and bandages would not remove and heal the scars of thoughts of you left imprinted on my skin
(regardless of however much I wished they would)
Love was weary then, held his head low and was nervous
Had rough hand...
Wednesday 24th May 2017 10:15 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:
What We Leave Behind (and what we take) |Take Steps
Don't worry if the path you travel is crooked,
your destination is not clear,
the turns you make misguided,
the route a little obscured.
Each step you chose to wander, may be a step too far,
but the journey shapes your future and makes you what you are.
Past steps they are not wasted, they shaped your inner soul.
They led you to your future,
guided an inner goal.
Every inch is wort...
Wednesday 24th May 2017 7:22 pm
Also by Louise Clarke:
The Mules | The Shed | The Exam | Preacher - Are you there? | Numb | Believe |Copper Lining
Small talk, then the predictable -
like you cared how I was.
Your words were barely audible
but the essence came across.
You smirked, like it was funny,
as only a cunt could do.
I might be short of money
but at least I’m shot of you.
Wednesday 24th May 2017 4:21 pm
Also by Neil Robertson:
A Few Quiet Ones | Lanyard | Familiar Unfamiliarity |Cry Muhammad Cry
A veil of tears clouds a proud Manchester sky
Another despicable act in the name of Islam
Targeted cruelly at the young and innocent
We must all share the grief the best we can
It is the will of Allah the radicals they say
Real devout Muslims they are on their knees
Peace and love over evil will always triumph
Tolerance and forgiveness the pain will ease
How many more atroc...
Wednesday 24th May 2017 1:53 pm
IT'S A WONDERFUL LIFE ?
In a tiny corner of...the Milky Way
just before dawn at break of day
inside of a room under star-lit skies
lubricated by blood to loud agonised cries
I'm pushed into hell...from between Mother's thigh's
Torture is harsh and immediate
even at this tender age
as Midwife slashes lifeline...in a gory second stage
Mum's nine months of discomfort
forgotten with a sigh
burl...
Wednesday 24th May 2017 11:03 am
Also by ken eaton-dykes:
WOE IS ME TO WOW IS ME |As if to care
Was I now the only
one on the beach?
She had stood behind me
and I had waited
for a spoken conclusion.
But without words
the sound that
the soft tread of her
departure made
on the sand had
told me of her decision.
Sunsets care nothing for
lengthening shadows
nor waves
that they must lap and fill
the printed pools left by feet.
How h...
Wednesday 24th May 2017 9:42 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
The end of an affair |"Anyone who needs a cup of tea..."
"Anyone who needs a cup of tea..."
That statement came about so dreadfully...
Another Terror Attack.
Can't even keep track.
The new constant war we live in.
I am sad we have no other decision.
The Global View is we need to prevent this hate.
It comes with the price of our civilians Fate.
We can't live in fear...
Over here or over there.
We m...
Wednesday 24th May 2017 4:20 am
One Love
One people. One voice. One Love....
United as a city, we rise above the hate.
Because these are the bricks that we built.
A labour of love. And it’s the workers’ hands
That make them great.
From the beating heart of Albert Square,
The vessel of music takes us everywhere.
It owns a bucket hat and Adidas footwear.
You can feel it alive in the streets, in the air.
Indie music. Madchester. No...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 10:46 pm
VOTAW (MY Friend)
Flowers so bright, trees so green
enticing my sight as if never before seen.
Blue is the sky, that towers above
looking down on me smiling with love.
Smelling the grass cut in the Spring
free flying birds with no weight on their wings.
Remembering my friend with sweetness and song
knowing between us it can't go wrong.
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 6:20 pm
Also by Susan Greene:
Herbal Tea (For Mr. Hill) | Playing | Pure | Coffee | I See the Path | New Blog Entry | Such a Pretty Day | Introduction |Lost
Her mind wanders into the depths of darkness, the pick axe of thoughts tearing through and crashing down the entrance gates to hell.
The tears run down her skin like water from a decayed bleeding tap, pondering on the word why, contemplating the desires to be free of emotion, a non emotional being, safe from feelings and the pain these create. Manifestation and Manipulation!
Staring ahead at...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 6:20 pm
Also by Laura Hanlon:
My favourite colour is orange | She |Disambiguate Entropy
Is it the inversive originating law of nature?
Or is this is a man-made alteration,
That in which our fascination we developed,
As if persons were walking around the confused universe,
Or that was the reason that the world was created,
Because of that, it has now been made to become explosive,
And all of that elusion wants to go away now towards unending disharmony,
That all-w...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 5:47 pm
Dark Day
Strap an army rifle to your back.
Face your foes when you attack.
Basking in glory you hope to glow.
But in reality, only to Hell you'll go.
Another dark day added to our list.
22 Angels in Heaven been kissed.
Where's the sense,I see none at all.
Where's the soldier, proud and tall.
And today to God I offer my prayer.
For all those victims now in his care.
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 3:19 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
Eternal Flames | Heaven Scene | May Day (Liverpool 2017) |unmartyred
teeny tweeny little girls
and boys without their mothers
daddies waiting by the doors
do not expect their daughters
to be caught on camera
flecked in horror
running for their lives
or murdered on a Monday night in Manchester
unmartyred
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 12:00 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:
3:15 am (tunnel vision) | I 'Did' Want To Talk… |I Looked At Evil
Sometimes, there are no words. Yet all I have is words.
I Looked At Evil
I looked at Evil: it wore a suicide vest
My cause is just, it claimed
your murdered children my price
Kill me, and a thousand martyrs fall in behind
You cannot kill me, it smiled
for I am dead by a tug of this cord
You cannot kill me, Evil declared
You cannot buy me off
You canno...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 10:37 am
Dancing For The Moon
The sky has now faded from view
Now the only light left is from you
Sometimes I feel afraid at night
but then your glow makes me feel alright
The energy that makes me feel delight
This energy releases me from the monotonous daylight responsibilities
It allows me to be me and to fully embrace everything that I see
The tense person I was an hour ago has left and now I am ...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 4:02 am
I was captivated by the glint of light in your eyes--
bright wild eyes
invited the light
to shine upon us
with no dirt of earth toil
to muddy it's reflection--
they taught me
words to protest
and gave sound to
my silent complaint
against all who
would keep me
held fast and
too dumb to speak...
I'm posting this in tribute to Chris Cornell. There are too many favorites of mine from this...
Tuesday 23rd May 2017 12:49 am
Also by nunya:
unbent | transfixation | R.E.M. | undivided domain | to earth we return |pride (05/22/2017)
brazen bulls and burial
conquered Adam and his ilk
interred in pride , embalmed on silk
keelhauled in the ethereal
passion's pride's a viper pit
syrupy fevered daydreaming
static-eyed and seeing, screaming:
omnideath on advent yet
swallowed down on honeyed eyes
choked back, from wombs untimely ript
hades steeped me on my own pulpit
dissolved, succumb'd, and self grandized.
Pickle...
Monday 22nd May 2017 5:45 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
silvermane (0513/2017) | wisp: John Wayne 0344 (05/20/2017) |Rainbow Bridges
Rainbow Bridges
Rainbow bridges
and Ice Cream ridges.
A Cotton Candy cloud
Everyone is wowed.
A Chocolate mountain
flows into a Chocolate fountain.
Boy am I
gonna get fat!
Monday 22nd May 2017 1:46 am
Like a Feather
Let my energy flow effortlessly through the wind.
Let it travel the distance,
To make the difference,
Within each person it touches.
Allow those who could not see,
Witness the potential that I carry within.
Let the beauty of my creativity,
Shine like the moon high in the sky.
Like a feather,
Let it flow,
Let it be guided by the wind...
Let it reach it's ...
Monday 22nd May 2017 12:00 am
GODDESS
Magical manifestations beckon,
Upon the horizon,
Leave the past,
Let it seep into the earth,
Allow the sun to enrich your desires
Each lesson
Each truth
Had its purpose
Hear the chatter of the merry brook
Allow the love of the forest
To caress your skin
And look to your future dear.
It's only just beginning.
Sunday 21st May 2017 6:52 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:
Her love | Nameless | Petals | Listening. |Caravan holiday
Away from the city
The town
It's 'nice' districts
And 'not so nice'
Is where I find you
And Dad
Even though you've been gone
For over a decade.
You'd rummage round the big market
in Fleetwood
Drink tea, coffee
Toasted teacakes
From a local cafe
Staffed by friendly ladies
With time on their hands
Got up to look like maids
In an old Victorian cou...
Sunday 21st May 2017 6:32 pm
The sound of settling masonry
Dead watershot walls sink into the green and brown land turned spongy by ice and winter rain.
Mortar crumbles, speckling the peaty podsol.
Soil conjoined with tree roots hidden for millennia
Sometimes is revealed by strong Pennine winds exerting force.
Loosened stones occasionally fall to earth
startling the sheltering sheep folded in the ruin.
Shiny quartz pebbles that once defl...
Sunday 21st May 2017 5:16 pm
Untitled 05/17
I befriended your smile
Got transcended by your laugh
Uplifted by your voice
Captured by your eyes
Felt eternal in your gaze
Puzzled by your peeves
But found relief in your humour
Even though I am paralyzed by your sorrow
I do feel nauseous with your vanity
Still entranced by your dance
Intoxicated by your touch
Decapitated for I'm not the sole recipient
Resurrected in your acknowledgm...
Sunday 21st May 2017 1:12 pm
The End Of Time
The sun sinks slowly behind a distant horizon,
It’s dying lustre, once a raging cauldron of power and light,
Now merely a spiritless glow in the darkening sky above.
Silently descending ever closer toward its grave.
No more the proud ruler of a mighty solar system.
As it expires, we too are drawn unceasingly to inevitable doom.
Unseen light that first began to fade over dist...
Sunday 21st May 2017 11:02 am
Also by John Walton:
Cosy On Up To Me | The Beauty Queen | Under Our Blue Umbrella | Some said time would heal the wounds of the past. | To Richard | Enlightenment |Excuse Me
Excuse Me
excuse me
we’re the people
just the people
the ones who
bake your bread
sweep your streets
write your books
teach your children
make your clothes
drive your taxis
look the other way
while we print your lies
the ones you couldn’t survive without
and we’d just like to say
we’ve had enough
of being hungry
being...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:10 pm
Also by Karen Ankers:
On Waking | Pieces | Lanterns |Bluebells
When you can't see the bluebells
There's cleary something wrong
Possibly something terribly wrong
If you miss the bluebells
Your life has passed you by
My favourite flower, my favourite time
Normally waited for, longed for, at winters end
This year only spotted as they hung their heads towards their demise
That too, almost missed
Why so, too much on, tunnelled vision ...
Saturday 20th May 2017 6:49 pm
Also by IanQ:
little Big man | My Aunt from Wales | Eileen | 2 birds | 37 years | Sleep tight my love | keep well | Love | Pale faced love | Cousin | Wales | Time | Formby | First school day | Made of Liverpool |As if the song would come again
....
As if the song would come again
your ghost appears, you did not die,
and I with sadness, pace the room
something moved, passed me by.
And yet the song may come again
such notes to bear you far away,
I with nothing, and nothing still,
regret the minute, regret the day.
Chords of flowers echo in the sun,
random tunes or abstract play,
I with nothing, empty hands,
regret the ...
Saturday 20th May 2017 6:03 pm
Rinse and Repeat
Everyday always consists of trying to impress,
trying to please everyone,
trying to make people care.
You can't impress,
or please,
or make people care.
I always end up making everyone angry.
All my best friendships, I made them online,
Once we've met in person and I go home,
a few more messages after, then guess what?
Another friend gone.
Every...
Saturday 20th May 2017 2:50 pm
Also by Cara Joy Deane:
Sympathy | Demon |little companion
She has entered into my life like an angel
She touched and healed me like a miracle
She has spread fragrance into my life
I feel blessed when she look into my eyes..
I am fortunate that she is mine..
Just wondering how worthless was my life..
I am drenched into her love..
I am Elated feeling her soft touch..
Her eyes twinkled with mirth…
I am changed after her birth..
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:42 am
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:
My little companion | Life | Simple Girl |About an Owl
About an Owl
Sore from a long night’s traipse
Soaked from the storm I trudged through
Knees raw from the chafe of
Trousers heavy with puddle splash
Arms aching from pushing
Palms blistered and heels
Long miles from home on the little-used track
I prop my punctured bike against a five-bar gate
And it’s sunrise.
I rest my elbows on the gate
Absorbing t...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:40 am
Also by Rick Gammon:
Bird Fly Away | From Across The Street | Shirley Died Today | Moyshe |I am I without a name!
I am I
Without a name
I am I still
Without a name
You may wish to call me in the dark of night
You may wish to reach out,
When I am out of sight,
You may wish to write me a poem,
A song or a sonnet
What name shall you then
Write upon it,
So precious name,
You are not in vain,
Addressing this house, this body, this frame,
Though it too will change...
Saturday 20th May 2017 10:40 am
Also by Sonia Maria:
Dance Dance | Post Meditation | When The Sun Set! | Let Not Distraction Keep You! | One Day! |Still
I'm desperately broken
Clinging on to what's left of emotion
It just won't go away
Still standing next to me like my shadow in the day
And cold like the bed I can't fill alone
Where is this going
Not found, and I can't keep going
Still my mind as the fears wash over me
Locked in to an empty room
Going insane in the flood of nothingness
Fear me, I am but empt...
Friday 19th May 2017 11:48 pm
Desolate
i am alone, and as i drown they mock my pain
they drop stones in my satchel
they slash my open wounds to watch me bleed
they throw knives at my face hoping i'll break
and yet i dont
i smile and i move through life and sometimes i cry but yet i dont
i sit home (alone) and scream but my voice echoes
my voice seeps through the cracks in the window and through the empty halls
and once again ...
Friday 19th May 2017 7:55 pm
Trust
You. Empowered.
By me.
My faith.
My hope.
My answer.
To your tender question.
Your enquiry,
over a metter delicate.
Personal.
A subject I hold close.
A card I let none other see.
A card that hurts,
for as long as
I hold this hand.
So, to play.
Show this hand.
Exposes part of me that's easy to injure.
A part held dear.
With ...
Friday 19th May 2017 5:20 pm
Also by Rich:
My Head | Brother | Choices | Homeland |(When I wrote this I fondly imagined that I was
imitating the style of Gerard Manley Hopkins)
(....Ah, Well...........)
PRECIPICE
Go away God!
Why didn`t you just leave us be, leave us gambol in the long grass there.
Half-tender our loves, lie our reciprocal lies, vend in love`s vestibule the body`s wares
What did you give her a heart for? Why did you give me a heart?
Friday 19th May 2017 3:45 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:
Evolution...ism |Dandelion
Our moon fell hard to earth,
soaked through night to soil.
The shivering ground waited;
swallowed silver gilded dust.
For winter a formless heart;
ice and rain raise no pity.
The world holds on …
for something better.
An imperfect star orbits;
reluctant saviour, pulling close.
Warmth and a debt of heat;
full completeness in time.
Gaudy, childish; bright beginnings;
each bloom a ...
Thursday 18th May 2017 11:02 am
It's a dirty job...
Out of the van and onto the farm,
A professional person exuding calm.
In a shirt and tie, with trousers pressed,
The neat appearance by my boss stressed.
Around the corner comes the herdsman,
Asking for details of a pregnancy scan,
At half past 7 he’ll have to wait,
For office hours to fix a date.
The female party, her name I’ve been told,
Is ‘Buttercup’, a Jer...
Thursday 18th May 2017 7:11 am
Irresistible
Well practised
I am
at being bleached clean
Mostly it is better
not to be seen
Clever they are
programmed from two
Being special, my dear,
means that they will want you
And hide as you might
and hide as you try
it is their greatest pleasure
to push til you cry
The stronger you get
the further they go
They laugh even harder
when you say no
And so I am practised
at being bleached c...
Thursday 18th May 2017 1:10 am
Also by Lan:
North |The handsome stranger
I was walking down the hotel place..
when I stopped and stared at a handsome face.
He was tall and fair and fast out of view, but who was he I never knew.
I saw him for a minute perhaps,
and he saw me..
he was for the moment, the most amazing sight to see.
I often think about him to this day,
wishing that the moment never went away.
Wednesday 17th May 2017 4:01 pm
Mill Girl
after Willi Ronis
In the quietness between
before and after, the girl
unspools her broken thread,
addressing the problem
of time she has lost.
Abstracted, briefly,
from her routine,
her posture is that
of a handmaid or lover
bestowing an intimate gift.
Yet kneeling there,
on her own, she is like
an ingénue, taking in
some visitant’s
other...
Wednesday 17th May 2017 11:28 am
Strong and Unstable
Strong and unstable
Get down on your knees
You have nothing between your ears
Love me… love me, please
Don’t have a conscious
We can do without that
We’ve capped your ability to think clear
Vote for me…
I have lovely beads
I’m a strong bitch
I’ll kick your street lights out
I’ll make the north a level playing field
A car park with zero hours contractors at ...
Tuesday 16th May 2017 9:33 pm
Song of the Sky
Whispers adorn the sky
Chilling winds and dying, breathy voices
The road is a blackboard
With essays of footprints written upon it
The air is still
As are the trees
But the sky is not
The sky talks mindlessly to someone
It murmurs and mutters
Supported by the Earth
Pressured by Space
The sky is home to the brain of a flower
The flower is red
Some say the colo...
Tuesday 16th May 2017 1:35 pm
Your Tune.
In the creases of a crumpled T-shirt,
the darkening orbit of an orange pasta stain,
the unhinged playfulness of bright and living eyes…
the golden curls like mazes of cornfields – no way out –
The type you just want to twist around your finger –
I noticed you.
In the unrestrained laughter,
I would recall each word that tumbled from your lips
And hang on them, swing from them,
like branche...
Tuesday 16th May 2017 1:35 pm
Diatribe I (slam performance)
There is a problem inherent
in the instruction of the masses,
shoehorned into classes where
questions are standardized.
Answers, too, are standardized,
freethinking’s not encouraged,
*
but facts are mass-produced
that lack the bliss of discovery;
The emphasis on the answer moves
focus from the journey, and
in tur...
Tuesday 16th May 2017 12:22 pm
Also by James Roper:
Nightmare | Gods and Numismatics | Cemetery Tour |I then chant your name
"Ungodly hour"; calling it a day
half well spent , rest in dismay
now wide awake, partly insane
Lost!! I then chant your name
For the silver ball, the gleaming one
Sole-dark-walk is not much fun
Stars to love, clouds to blame
Thoughtful!! I then chant your name
Hovered by those past images
Have dared to march the mazes
Breaking old-rigid, fussy-frame
Mo...
Tuesday 16th May 2017 8:15 am
Tomorrow
Still, you persist to tell me.
Still, you persist to talk to me.
To seek forgiveness for your actions.
To shelter in expected love and giving.
Well, you will not find it here.
You say you understand if I can't talk to you.
Can't. What a word to choose.
Yesterday I couldn't talk to you, today I won't.
Tomorrow, I won't.
And for every tomorrow until you understand what yo...
Tuesday 16th May 2017 6:22 am
Also by Listen:
Please Leave | Apologies |Fixed Mindset - Genre Transformation
I will not be stuck in a fixed mindset.
I will not be stuck in a fixed mindset.
I will not be stuck in a fixed mindset.
Fixed mindset is a state of mind.
You can change your mind.
But are you willing to change your mind?
I will not be stuck in a fixed mindset.
What is a fixed mindset?
A fixed mind.
A mind incapable of opening or being opened.
A bad habit an...
Monday 15th May 2017 6:42 pm
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