Poetry Blogs (Jan 2018)
Don Matthews on WEEKLY WALKABOUTSVERSE, E.G., 79 OF 230: PIE IN THE SKY? (2 hours ago)
The lie is that
I'll step away.
Tricks to make myself
second guess and forgo my fall.
The truth is that
welcome this heavy heart.
These arms of mine.
Wednesday 31st January 2018 11:14 pm
Also by JfingHendrix:I'm rad. | Vessel Building 101 | 11/28/17 | An Exchange | live for my applause | next steps | 11/29/17 | little boys in little girl sweaters | Peace! | for now | (in)decent exposure |
An Orderly Woman
Every week was planned
with every day given an allotted task
She was indeed a creature of habit
always dressed according to the job in hand
Mondays were spent enwrapped
amongst sheets, dresses and underwear
Soap powder, dolly blue and the Burco boiler
and soon the garden lines became like bunting
Tuesdays she stood before the ironing board
Wednesday 31st January 2018 9:09 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Royal Box | A Living Creation | The Numinous | Waiting | He is...... | Retreat | The Two Valleys | Loneliness | Enraged | Nightfall |
If your image of happiness
Is two people making love on a couch
What a sad lonely existence
You're going to have
So save yourself from this image
Love isn't about sex
If you think it is then you're just in lust
So save yourself in this chemical
All your friends are catching but it's not always that good
So save yourself from this image
Love shouldn't be the image on a screen
Wednesday 31st January 2018 8:46 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Words of The Waiting Man 3 | Words of The Waiting Man 2 | Firefly 3 War For Love | April | Chapter 2 Mr. Depression and レディ 死 | Chapter 1 Mr Depression Lust | Ghsot | Rotting Into | Corpse | Only Hollow | The Last Chapter | Empty | Burning Bright | Romantically Drifting |
I can tell you exactly when it happened. I was sat on one of those plasticy leatherette chairs. You know the ones, they have them in all hospitals, they're easy to wipe clean if someone has a little accident. I had my hand clasped about my wife's fingers and though I knew I was squeezing them too hard she didn't complain.
She, the doctor that is, or should I say consultant? Anyway, she leant in...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 4:43 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:PRETTY PINK |
I'm sitting in purgatory
A deserving end
To my shitty story
You think you know who I am
But you don't know what I've done
Some call me the devil
Some call me his forgotten son
I'll take your heart at the start
And say you have mine
Once you realize I'm empty
I'll leave you all alone, crying
I've done a thing or two
That I can't say I regret
I'll dig into your memories
Make it impossi...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 2:23 pm
Also by Nick:No Title. | Best Friends Forever. | Not A Poem, I Just Don't Want To Forget. | Your Unread Letter. | No Questions Answered. | Tiny Round Friends. |
when barbequing in a mates garden
with Budlite's and burgers
laughing and wasp swatting
his mother would scowl
through the kitchen window
at our inebriated gesticulations
gradually tiring us all out
enough to leave
that was always the time
she would appear
pushing through departing friends
to at last stake her claim
Wednesday 31st January 2018 1:40 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:oh yeah! that's him all wrong alright! | STEWING | LITTLE hitlers | bad signs of the times | farewell flea-pit | Once upon a time in Princes gate when I saw heroism in full magnificent flow | unsure prodigal | on hearing a memory | me-an ugly and crap harmonica player | oh! the poor little rapists lets not forget THEIR rights! | unfocused | going with the grain in more than one way ( an anti-plastic poem) | Nature in the dock | my unhappy bunny | lamenting good and bad intentions | march of the Paedo's | for the cuckoo land tourist | haikube |
The blazing embers of a winter sun
sink below the distant horizon,
as streetlights claim approaching night.
A solitary shopper treads the rain-sheened pavement,
hunched against the evening chill.
The drizzle has stopped for now,
promising to return, reinvigorated,
from the covering cloud
that attempts to veil the sunset.
Hands in pockets, hair bedraggled,
Wednesday 31st January 2018 10:10 am
Also by Trevor Alexander:Fromage Hommage |
Blink my soft green eyes
and there you are
than a blue star
You fill my heart with sunshine
warmer than a June day
I never want to be away...
by lynn hahn
Wednesday 31st January 2018 8:51 am
I love you Donald Trump
Not because you are beautiful or smart
or because you are generous or kind
Not because we like the same kinds of music
or because we have much in common at all.
I love you Donald Trump
Not like I love my father, or my best friend
Not like I love my heroes.
I do not love the things you do
I do not love how you govern
and I do not love th...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 6:44 am
Also by Alexandra Rockwell Lorenz:Wishing I Were Sad |
Traits genetically tailored, we're meant to feel like failures
Hopes to be better than the last are stored away in the past
Dreams thrown out the window as complications crescendo
Girls sacrafice their dresses to ace their math tests
Life seems to be easy but struggles are masked wth Febreeze
My words and ideas seem to be invisible but maybe if they listened they would know I'm not ...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 6:42 am
Also by Doris:Awry | ? |
"I love you"-- laboratory euphoria
crossing stars and sparks,
bridging blackouts and cold sweats
and pleas that I come to bed
"I love you" -- biting feeding hands
and still you feed me,
nourish me, hold me
and push us to grow
in the well tilled garden of one another
"I love you"-- oil slick Oceana clearing ,
chasing the sunset,
healing by eternity ;
it feels like my lungs were made to ...
Wednesday 31st January 2018 12:31 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:half tilt (1/18/2018) | inplanted future (01/18/2017) |
I run up against edges
of your tight reality
wall-to-wall carpet and concrete
I hold it, bend it
rewrite it try to forget it
I don't trust my
memories of it
yet here I am again
In front of it
I start talking back
to the elevator
Wednesday 31st January 2018 12:12 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Thoughts in the uber | Negotiating Curves | Childhood in the Woods | Am Wasser gebaut | Emanuelle Can’t | Pink Money | Rare | Meeting People Upside Down | New |
When you create
You start doing that for your joy
Then you doing that to share your joy with others
After that you realise this is who you are
And this is what you came here for...to Create
Joy of creating and sharing with others
It's inseparable part of our existence
Most beautiful creations comes from Heart
There for th...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:56 pm
Also by Artur Hulboj:Elements with in You | Healing journey ( song ) | Be Here Now | We are one! | Silent language | Driven by the moment | Conditional artist | Faith | Transformation | Face of love |
Life is a mixed open prison
with one way in and one way out.
Some have bigger more comfortable cells,
but all suffer confinement
with variations of refinement.
So make the best of it -
bring your trinkets to the ball;
try to make your stay comfortable,
be friends with the gaoler
if it helps.
If you run screaming round the grounds
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:09 pm
Also by ray pool:DISASTER CAST | RESENTMENT | DIRTY WASHING ONLINE | AMNESTY | NIGHT VIGIL | WEAPONRY | MUMMY AND DADDY |
Wednesday afternoon the school Bell rings,
Some students were filled with joy of springs,
For now was the period of library,
With books would we make merry,
Searching for book to get immersed in our fantasy,
What a joy it was to read! (2)
Adventure, suspense, murder mysteries,
And how can I forget the 'Agatha Christies'.
The smell of the books so nostalgic,
For no price in the...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 5:25 pm
the sun gleams as i open my eyes,
no words could have described it,
to wake up with a warm feeling inside ,
its a wonderful feeling i admit.
how wierd it is how the silence awkens,
no traffic to disterb the sound,
whilst mums cooking the bacons,
making sure its crispy and brown
Tuesday 30th January 2018 3:50 pm
Also by Jessica jade:new start |
What a joy
What a joy
My little nephew,
Two decades back
When a guest here
A ride on
A piggy shoulder
Who used to enjoy,
To whom I bought
A motley toy
Out of himself
Made a brilliant boy.
“As per my choice
Could you buy me a donkey
Or a could you allow me
When we go to
The squalid market square
Or the nearby church?”
Is his nic...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 2:11 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:They cross fertilize | Doing Bad To Good End | Do in Rome as Romans do | You have to pay for a deaf ear |
My rhyming couplet
-at the metre's expence-
is knowing the difference
if this makes sence-
is when to use when
when to use whence.
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:16 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Wipers (D minor) | Ancient ruin | Inebriation | Lissy |
Is like a cabbage
Your need to strip back the outer leaves
The vibrant green is just for show
The sweet and tender flavours
Are developed deep below
It’s not for everyone, but it’s versatile
It can stew, can be raw
Fundamentally they’re identical
The heart lies at the core
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:11 am
Also by Albert Van Skywalker:Sonnet M | Paddock | My Fungal Nail Infection | Gym Gigolo | Caught Short | Bumble | Mrs Day | The Laureate of Levenshulme | Evening News | Destiny | COYWM | Hopeless Romantic | Crocodile Tears | The Return of 7:22 (at 7:27 ) |
Stop Pussyfooting around .When will you stand up to the Rich with their feet in the trough . Big enough and better Our Country is Drownding . Remoaners let all others walk all over us then Expect us to put up with the scum of the Earth . Just to look good on paper . Just to look good in their life . Please help the needy by all means . But not the scum of the World . Take over take Charge make u...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 7:57 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Yorkshire Passion | Troubles Shared | Pretence | Yorkshire way | Donald Trump | OOP'S I'm In A Mesh |
Why is it so much harder to be ok than it is to not
Why does the darkness seem so safe
All i want is to not be ok
All i want is to give up, throw in the towel
I don't want to have to fight for the light or that breath of fresh air
I don't want to fight for all the crap she took from me
She can take back what she gave me instead
She kept everything i needed and left me with ev...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 3:57 am
Also by Kristy:My Biggest Fear | It's Been a Year | He is the Sunrise | The Cactus in the Kaleidoscope | The Dark Abyss | The Reset Button | The Eye of the Storm | It's 4 am |
Why do you get to be okay
while I struggle to breathe.
Why do I have to see your face,
and see the same brown eyes that forced me down.
Why can’t I feel clean,
no matter how hard I scrub.
Why do I still feel your hands,
no matter how much I try to forget your toxic touch.
Why do you get to laugh,
while I fall apart trying to survive with this.
Why do I have to suffer ...
Tuesday 30th January 2018 1:27 am
I'm not invincible
You're just weaker than you think
You didn't strike a fatal blow
You saw me fall I hit the ground hard
But I got up ready for round two
I'm not invincible
I just learned to survive everything
To embrace every drop of blood
Saw the beauty in my bruises
The symphony of my bones cracking
And I still knew I would win
I'm not invincible
Monday 29th January 2018 10:46 pm
It is all as stone
As the shadows pass
Withering to the new
For forlorn wishes have
ripened into empty hands;
emptied of futures worth
A passage back to the forgotten
So they may think anew
With wit and guile to triumph
To carve their day in stone.
Monday 29th January 2018 9:56 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Path | Edge the hog | Pilgrims Choice | As the crow flies | Grey Moon | Deeper | Dead Anger Haunts | Lamp | Sound in the silence |
What is our purpose?
I’m I just here to provide or bring my people mental genocide.
We live in a climate that is so divisive
I feel like most races are pulling on each other like a pair of vise grips.
They say time waits for no one this is true
But if it did you have to ask yourself would it wait for you
What has been your contribution to bring about change?
I don’t mean like...
Monday 29th January 2018 8:09 pm
He will be anything I want him to be.
He says it keeps the mystery.
A passionate prose or rhythmic rhyme.
I am captivated and entwined.
Within the lines of what he writes
I find my self awake at night.
I want to feel his gentle kiss.
His fingers pressed against my skin.
I want his tongue to trail away,
To my bud where it can play.
Roaming round till it may find...
Monday 29th January 2018 8:07 pm
Also by leanne taylor:I just close my eyes. | Snake | Stranger | Denied. | You break me to my core. | Mama (response to Daughter by Sybil Ruth) |
Solar powered September night stretches out,
Keeping senses from relaxation.
Slumbering spaniel races rabbits,
Pawing the air in futile pursuits.
Spiralling spider endlessly circles,
Running repairs in securest silks.
I stand becalmed beside an open window,
Where heat sucks oxygen from the room.
Cats tiptoe over shadowed pathways,
Calling for a cooling of molten tar...
Monday 29th January 2018 8:05 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Fever | Wildflowers |
We live in and for the moment
In it, as the tomorrow doesn’t exist
But, as we shall plan for the future
Closing our eyes
Waking up to the unexpected
But each day must be enjoyed
Long lived, as we know we can see tomorrow
Before blinking our eyes
Build a castle today
In the present
Plan to have even if you don’t wake up tomorrow
Monday 29th January 2018 4:30 pm
Also by sasha:Smile | Half A Rainbow | Foggy Ways | Brain over Heart | Fantasy | Homeless Love | Friendship at the Door | Just Me | Cruel world | First High | Something old Something new | Infection | Coach BS | Cake | Seasons | Personality | Loving a man | Compromise | The Dish |
Jerez de la Frontera
In the catherdral shadow
a woman peels limes
then washes them
at the blue fountain
as an angry sun burns
shapes on stone.
From dark passages
a bright guitar
emerges into afternoon,
across the water
like momentary fish.
It predicts your path
past broken balconies,
ragged skirts, ...
Monday 29th January 2018 3:47 pm
Also by john short:LOVE AND LOBSTERS |
The sand was always hot
beside the white dunes and the coarse grass
The sea was always blue
between the black rocks and the horizon haze
The beach was always ours
between the seagull shout and the distant crowd
We were always alone
between the far world and our near union
Monday 29th January 2018 11:59 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Rooms | The Poet's Problem | Hen dŷ | Trout | Prometheus Redux |
red fluids of ancestry
into us both
within the same womb
now binds us
and is ours alone
we were those seeds
garden of birth
to become flowers
Monday 29th January 2018 11:07 am
Also by Rose Casserley:Edens fools | an opinion for consideration | periods of zilch | Forgive him (Mr X) Father | and they call this SPORT! | snobby brother | my goodbye friend | strange singer | heartistically | New Years dishonoured list | one HELL of a mistake |
I told you that I wanted to have a baby.
You assumed it was because I needed a new play thing,
or that I needed more attention for myself.
I wanted a baby
because that meant that a part of you
would have to love me forever.
Monday 29th January 2018 5:58 am
Also by Maria Renea:Sketch Diary |
O! daughter dear, on this mid-western afternoon,
When I can see all the way to Sacremento, I cry
For you, Ariel-blue, in all your golden-girlhood
Too lovely for a life of pettiness and sin were you
You caught a boat to England, never returned.
My heart burns for an extraordinary Jew like you,
Beautifully clever Ariel-blue. And, maybe I didn’t talk
To you like I yearned and wa...
Sunday 28th January 2018 11:40 pm
Also by John E Marks:These Uncomfortable Truths | 1453-911 NON SERVIAM | Gorffwysfa | Song for the old year | Carmel |
(A re-post for International Holocaust Day. In 2011 John Demjanjuk, a retired car-worker in Ohio originally from the Ukraine, was deported to and convicted in Germany of war crimes he committed while working as a guard for the Nazis at Sobibor concentration camp. It has always struck me that our precious principles are cheap until upholding them comes at a cost).
They took us near Vinnyt...
Sunday 28th January 2018 8:41 pm
Also by John Coopey:EMBRASING DIVERSITY | NIGHTS IN PRESTATYN | WRITE OUT LOUD WOMEN BLUES | A WORLD TURNED UPSIDE DOWN | THE POET'S RANT - A TRIOLET | I WHINGE AND WHINE |
It can take time to get
My inner people moving in the morning
Like an old car on a cold frosty day
Where the windows have to be
Scraped and brushed
then the engine starts
Sometimes with several turns of the key
In order for a breath of life to start
The action of working in my mind
Where cogs turn
And fingers hit the keys
The frost and mist meltin...
Sunday 28th January 2018 3:11 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Who is the fairest | What if | is he |
Hear my words listen to me closely I will take things slow.
This will go quite easy as long as you give up control.
I believe you want this deep down you can't wait to please, I would rather it be me another might not be as gentle you see.
When it's my voice you hear do as I say.
I will take care as orders I give increase our pleasure with little to no pain.
I offer you that wh...
Sunday 28th January 2018 2:41 pm
Also by Michael Rios:Frailty | Life | Trials | Song of the soul | Anxiety of feelings | Fate | One last night |
I need to be honest with you about something i've been keeping from you.
I'm not see threw so I know how easy it is to keep things from you. Our first time through was rough and I really messed up too. I'm a liar. I would deny in hope that I wouldn't hurt you . In return it hurt me and made it even worse for you. As hard as it is for me to say, but I had a one night stand without you. Drunken to ...
Sunday 28th January 2018 5:35 am
Also by Jacob Martin:Closure |
To long we focused on getting here now you want to take your time
No lets take it off now put your problems on the floor let our bodies go to war some how when you lay next to
My body reaches its exctasy I feel pleasure in the way w eundress and stare into each others vanity.. you see my vulnerablities and make my mind go weak
But thats not enough lay down let my warmth envelope yours a...
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:42 am
Also by Jay:Poetry |
I came across with a dead rose.
How impure and crooked it seemed.
Deteriorated without the life it once had.
I kept walking with it, holding it with my right hand.
How sad it was to see a rose like that.
Where once it was bright red,
now it’s only a brown looking thing with nothing left.
I kept walking with the dead rose,
a sad rose with no thorns.
Until the path ended i...
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:20 am
Im not skinny, while other girls are dimes, im a penny, I have my shine, tho its not brand new, im worth something, but only to those distracted by whats shiny, I'm far from tiny or petite, my waist line is repulsive to some and somedays that someones me, I may never be enough, I've had it made, and have survived when times grew tough, not given up, I just grow bitter when i see my fluff, even if ...
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:03 am
Also by Myescape:no more repeats. | lovers part |
As i seen her
the sun seen to shine brighter
its her i couldn’t believe it
i thought about it twice
as someone was pulling my string
she’s someone i don’t wanna lose
she’s the apple i didn’t want to drop from the tree
when I’m with her my heart beats 100x faster
Sunday 28th January 2018 4:03 am
Also by moveinslience:NO MORE SILENCE |
Shards of Broken Glass lie on the floor those of which used to be the remains of a glass vase. Drops of blood seeping into the wooden floor with those same drops of blood I watch as they soak into the white painted walls. I stand there watching as you struggle to soak up the red substance known as blood with a towel. As I lay there I wonder how could he believe her? A heated argument turned sour i...
Sunday 28th January 2018 3:26 am
Please take all your belongs with you
When leaving earth
Collect all your troubles
Pack them tight
As your leaving tonight
Remember when you loved once
Count each one of them,
On the last breath,
Don’t miss any out
No matter how small
Please take all of them with you
When leaving this life
Saturday 27th January 2018 9:53 pm
on golden grained keyboards
© Patricia Wilde 27/01/2018
Saturday 27th January 2018 8:26 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:listen to the snicker man | facing redundancy | Duping the duper | HEY LOOK! ITS US ON HERE ENJOYING OURSELVES AGAIN/ AWHILE! | Mr Dark and I | precious number nine | trainee shopper | my disappearing role in disappearances | in corridors of after light |
visiting the chelsea hotel
we walk along the hudson river climb
onto the highline where monarchs swarm
purple verbenas and dry grass
cross block on block heart in mouth
walk don’t walk yellow taxi traffic horns
count down the numbers on west 25
spot the red brick high rise one time
‘world’s tallest building’
ventilator shaft intubates basement window
the building pegged by scaffoldin...
Saturday 27th January 2018 8:04 pm
On the brown bracken hills blown and stripped dry
lived beasties and birdies all under one sky,
they scratched and they fluffed their feathers and furs
though they knew they belonged they knew not where they were.
While below in false order lived beasts who stood straight
who fenced themselves in behind stone-wall and gate,
they had names for their buildings their stre...
Saturday 27th January 2018 4:22 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Our Monster | Changing Step | An act of kindness | Serpentine | At Anchor | Posthumously Paris | Zero six thirty 4 Jan 18 | Everything a note | Visitations |
Saturday 27th January 2018 4:13 pm
Also by Kcinroc Drahcir:Devil wears Gucci | United | Master Sleeper |
I commit my thoughts to the ocean,
Mysterious, beyond my gaze
Free, without emotion.
Silent wild and thunderous
Cavernous and gaping,
Still beneath a placid haze,
Wondrous and knowing.
Above a gaping horizon
Wide clouds hang overweight
And gather for the union,
Before the plunge, inflate.
At the coast, ad infinitum
Saturday 27th January 2018 3:32 pm
It's happened, it really has
I swear what I say is true
I've never been more relieved
My god, I'm over you
Saturday 27th January 2018 2:52 pm
Also by Charlotte Bergman:Darling | Storm | Sickness | Empty | A winters tale | Dreamless sleep | Song | Just because | Rarest gold |
Caught in these struggles
Like water finding its way
We will endeavor
Chasing his father
Walking within his footsteps
He lives in shadows
Walking on imported air
Gracefully they move
Like Elephants swimming free
Above earth’s trappings
Saturday 27th January 2018 9:39 am
Also by 220August:Love should always be fashioned in pairs | Walk With me At A Distance | But For The Dripping | Be Still Be Wild | Above it all | Oh what express – what | Playing Charades with the Clouds | Aurora Slept for Hours | Have You Seen My Wayfaring Father | The Pessimist | She only ever kisses me goodbye | Kill the winter - Sun shine on | Bullets from the soul (New Year's Resolutions) | Autumn Changes Me |
Anger has claws
snagged across bone
pierced along gut
= = = =
Sadness has a depth
flooding the pathway
swamping the roots
= = = =
His pace knows no footsteps
shows no sign in snow
he is immobile
= = = =
winter easily discovers his hiding
trees are bare — nowhere to vanish
Saturday 27th January 2018 8:46 am
Also by Douglas MacGowan:Echo | 4 haiku | 1980 | Grave | Magic | DNA Test | Legacy | a (hopefully) funny poem for Edward Gorey | Happiness | Mea culpa | TRAVERSE | FOUR | The Grey Boy | The Beautiful Men | FIVE |
I’m a little bit scared
Of falling in love
Of not being able or capable to love
Of taking chances
Of who I might me
I don’t know how much more
I can give or go through
I’m a little bit scared
I was so very satisfied you see
I never meant for it to develop so rapidly
When I’m up there on a pedestal
No one understands how much I give
Or knows how it all aff...
Saturday 27th January 2018 12:51 am
Also by Fred Varden:Restoration | Old Man Young Love | VIRTUAL UNREALITY | The Salubrious Mr Stevens | AIR ON THE G STRING | FANNY ARLINGTON | Does Anyone Like Me? | MY GANG | Lady Desiree |
Les Pennington had a cracking cricket bat
and it doubled as a bazooka which was good
it wasn’t one of those cheap efforts from Woolies
it was made from good mature willow wood
he’d got it from Kay’s which was quite ironic
as they sold mainly ex-army and military bits
i never dared ask where he got the money from
but he’d bought it second-hand for 10 and 6
Friday 26th January 2018 11:51 pm
Also by J R Harris:Summer - Time | The fools at the end of the Pier | Susan | Mesnes Park; Wigan’s Jewel in the Crown | Dust: an observation | Haigh Plantations: 1860 to 2017; games, nature and Phytophthora ramorum | The Westwood Cooling Towers – Execution Day |
It must be so confusing to you.
One second I'm there,
The next I'm not.
One second I'm happy,
The next I'm insufferable
And I'm sorry.
I try so hard to step into the light
And stand there by your side,
But the darkness always whispers
And I allow myself to be pulled back into it.
The darkness tells me the cruel truth
And the light tells me ...
Friday 26th January 2018 9:07 pm
Also by Cat_Siren00:Your Warmth | Lighter with You |
So many programmes and news feeds tell us that in
our lives, almost anything we do has a marked
detrimental effect on the world around us.
Consumption consumes. Waste pollutes. Food has miles. Clothes
sweat. Journeys emit. So we all, collectively,
know this. However. Nothing changes. Mainly, I
think, because we’re largely – individually –
unable to make a difference. ...
Friday 26th January 2018 7:35 pm
Also by Rich:Someone | Warm smile | Festival Fun | Common Ground |
The sun is still
Friday 26th January 2018 7:15 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Metaphor, Acrostic | Forgot to Water | Advice in Four word lines, or less. |
In lands where they originate
Religion is a tool of hate,
Aimed at the freedoms that we give here,
So why do they choose to come and live here?
Declaring that an infidel
Deserves to feel the fires of hell.
I have this question in my mind
But doubt a "faithful" answer I'll find;
Are Muslim cuckoos flying west
To oust our own bird from its nest?
Friday 26th January 2018 5:15 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE OLD STORY | A Minister for the Lonely? |
Tell your best mate that you love him
and tell him that you miss him
embrace him warmly when you meet
and if you have to
this does not mean you want to fuck him!
Just let him know you value him
that you're glad he's in your life
confess you have no interest
in making him your wife
ask him how he's doing
and be prepared to listen
provide encouragement to share
it could be...
Friday 26th January 2018 12:23 pm
Also by Matthew Nicholson:Be The Adult You Would Have Wanted To Be |
Many a time
I have been to the place
Where man has died
By the hand of his own,
Expecting soul crushing sadness
The greatest presence
Is the presence of none.
There is no weight gained or weight lifted,
There is no song unsung,
But instead, an emptiness
So soul-sucking that one might wonder,
In taking ones own life,
To what destination does the spirit go?
Does it spin a...
Friday 26th January 2018 11:48 am
Also by MDL:Morning Medicine | Poisioning | We All Fall Down | Light, shadows and reflections |
Dozily ebbing among sand probing waders
blunt blades of surf
slowly stab ashore
like knives held in the hands
of unsure assailants
soapily toppling and tumbling
over muddles of seaweed and driftwood
leaving in their departures
scum rimmed reminders
seeping into golden graves
made to wait
for the suns evaporating exhumations
coming to raise th...
Friday 26th January 2018 10:44 am
Also by Jemima Jones:pondering the void | block-a-bye-baby | House of regret | Long Johns | Advancement | Direction finder | sandwich | in other words | no entry | Indelible stain | when poetry is pushed in to becoming a pain | Importance's |
so it's two minutes to midnight
two minutes to the final ding-dong
get your papers in order
make sure you fill in your leave form..
so it's two minutes to midnight
now is a fabulous time to start smoking again
will the world dive to into a fantasy fuck-fest
or will many people gas themselves in garden sheds..
so it's two minutes to midnight
which album will you put on
whose lips will...
Friday 26th January 2018 10:08 am
Also by Suki Spangles:Planet Of The Vapes |
The Heatons Arts Trail (held in July) is already looking for contributors in the spheres of art, music and words. Of course, we still have our Heatons Twaiku twitter account.
If anyone has ideas for workshops or other poetic activities, please post them here.
Friday 26th January 2018 9:52 am
Also by Stockport WoL:January 2018 Collage Poem: A New Life II | January 2018 Collage Poem: A New Life I |
i realized that
once you let the flower die
you can water it all you want
but it won’t come back to life
the petals fall
and lose their color
but the roots are always there.
Friday 26th January 2018 4:46 am
You should know
That some things
Are beyond your control
You need to let go
It's not giving up
IF you've given it you're all
Let it all out
Then let it all go
And when you're ready again
Then let the Light in
And let it grow...
Friday 26th January 2018 12:37 am
Also by Wardah:Ocean Affair | Trapped in the Abyss of Life |
Some gifts that are from God
Blessings that are bestowed upon from above
The essence of my life that still ties my heart to the sole person that bore so much pain
The person who never judges any gain
The silence in your love and the innocence of your smile
Is enough to bring me this far
Your love is the strongest bond
No other person can love me so dear
Thursday 25th January 2018 10:00 pm
They say men are like London buses,
That's what people say.
You're waiting all alone in the cold forever,
Then suddenly three come along all at once.
The first one is absolutely packed and there's no room for you to climb aboard
And the driver won't even let you on,
Well not without disposing of someone else first !
The second one is crowded but has space and time for you,
Thursday 25th January 2018 9:57 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:The Wage Earner | Like Walking On The Moon |
Tell me why my heart beats
my hearts weak
it feels unique
want something real
yet it’s outta reach
ain’t about them bed sheets
I wanna know that soul
Me you and mary
while I’m sparkin up a bowl
tell me why my heart beats
my hearts blind
fucks with me
just wanna vibe
where be that
ride or die
Thursday 25th January 2018 7:04 pm
Come the moment
They are released
Or remain contained
More so repressed
All that matters is
You feel relief
No more pain
Thursday 25th January 2018 1:03 pm
Also by Isurugi Noe:Twisted Irony | Life Span | Impressive (haiku) | What You Left Me | Know (haiku) | Power | Caged | Not the One | Confidence in a Man |
when the night gets dark
my mind just like a lark
takes flight from place to place
doth comes face to face
some memories from the past
some dreams that forever last
some stories untold
deep inside did I fold
in silent dark room
like a witch sitting on broom
I go on a ride
beaming all with pride
the places never dared
my worldly eyes stared
tonight in a forest black
I go on to slack
Thursday 25th January 2018 11:05 am
Also by Nosheen:Lon dark way |
like a carrot
its peel flayed
in the rubbish bin
like a pale octopus
desperate to score
Thursday 25th January 2018 3:09 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:2018 |
I realized today that realizing my dreams
Means very, very different things
Than when I was young and in my head
and there was glory and fame and awards
The older I get the more I feel
that Jimmy was right and hearts are hard to find
and that those up top are as human as me
And with their advantages come other things
That get in the way of what I have
I want to hold it...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 11:50 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:Manifesto |
I hoped we had left it all behind.
Decades since I crossed the factory floor
when chants of ‘get your tits out for the lads’
bounced off the nude pics pinned to the walls.
Blinding myself to the gestures and grunts,
the stares and leers, the very real fears.
The “I’m not taking orders from a woman.”
I hoped we had left it all behind
with the men who would rather fuck o...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 5:45 pm
As foreseen the lion's jaw widens
and through it's moment of perfection
becomes a teapot losing its lid
in the nature of clouds to alter and collide
up there are examples to follow for the while
my small print checking weevil
becomes your firebrand cuckoo
faces slam into mountainsides
and palaces lost to the landslide
leave mere quills from the goose
bountifully high white pillows
Wednesday 24th January 2018 8:17 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Englishman Made Himself A Shed | Drunken Sailor | Sea City |
A rainbow of emotions...
Is covering the sky of her life...
Sometimes she feels a tragic downpour across her cheeks...
Sometimes there's this happy wind that blows her heart off...
But she still can't see anything across her pathway..
On the other side nothing seems to be clear...
Stumbling in her journey...
On pebbles of uncertainty...
She wonders where's the light...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 6:05 am
Also by Shruti:The colourful rain | The dream I knew | Highway 39 | Sleepless Nights | Dissolve in the air | Mystery behind the scene | The Silent Scream |
Maybe I’ll just listen to myself sing that might be more depressing even when I think I’m getting a little closer I get ignored pushed a little further I can’t be drawn out under covers the question wonders dirty secrets I know you’d never keep it but still under my disguse I thought youd shelter me out the clear can see I’m hurting a broken piece you never left for good I guess I’m just here for ...
Wednesday 24th January 2018 3:40 am
Messages keep us alive
When the silence fills the room
The sound of your messages act as a revive
They allow me to feel your closeness, to share a moment that cannot be spoken
A word, an emoji or a gif image
To share what we have is more a privilege
The phone beeps and I’m there in the moment
What we have and share is more a commitment
Time goes by, just 40 minutes is ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 10:24 pm
Also by Ria Richardson:forward | Boxes of life | my dreams |
His name is Brandan, a short fat stumpy bloke
He listens to no one and drinks diet coke
Lots of coffee and energy drinks
Prey you never smell his breath, because my god it stinks
He wanders around like he’s god’s gift to women
But that’s not the case and his bull shit is brimming
Out from his mouth as he’s speaks so much shit
You would get knocked the hell out as if you’d...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 8:29 pm
Also by Karl MacIver:For God and Country | Your Father is a Klepto | The Affair Ground | I see the Moon | You'll Never go to Heaven | The Pessimist and the Optimist | Time wasting |
Grey bin days
Loose-fitting metal lids
Carried back- breakingly
To the monstrous wagon
Limping it’s way
Around the close
Like a club-footed relic
Behind the chipped
Leaded glass of number thirteen
A terrible gargoylian face
Pressed up close
Mrs Ashall has seen a football fly over her neat ...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 8:00 pm
Mr Green eyes is a sensitive soul
and jealousy rules for a while
and anger rises easily
But subsides all the while
and misunderstanding you too
But will love you all the while
and be knowing and kind
and will help you all the while
A generous mind,
He's wise beyond his years
and often hide his own tears
He doesn't say I love you...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 7:26 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Mr blue eyes. | Lighthouse poems 3 | Baby come on home..... | Pathways | Magical Times | 🎆 fireworks |
There was something about him,
I couldn't put my finger on it,
I didn't know if it was the way he made me laugh like no one else could, or if it was the way he would carry himself, or if it was just because he was great company,
The way he would interact with those he loved always amazed me, like he would do anything for them, risk his own happiness just to make sure they keep theirs,
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 7:26 pm
When the sordid moon drools luscious, raw light,
I am the slice of thunder.
Poisoning the placid night.
A feast of anxiety and malady.
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 6:41 pm
The cool breeze coming from the window,
touching my cheeks,
like soft touch of mother,
calming, soothing and loving.
The melodious song of
that woke up before me
and are ready to start hunt for meal.
The joggers started jogging
in the park,
which I can see from my window.
Smile, laughter and greetings
welcoming the first ray of hope
in the horizon,
after a lon...
Tuesday 23rd January 2018 1:58 am
Also by Ankita Srivastava:The splash of darkness | Tax- I don't have problem. |
The time has come to let you go.
To set you free.
To let you roam the land.
Fly the sky. Sail the sea.
Your freedom had been taken, now go,
Do as you plea.
No more walls, locks, cuffs, guards or keys.
My brother, the time has come to set you free.
Run, walk or crawl. Fly if you want.
Feel the wind blow wild against your pale white face,
Escape the pain...
Monday 22nd January 2018 10:33 pm
One morning a visitor had arrived;
that night a blizzard had orchestrated
the whirling snow into a symphony,
and by break of day, the familiar roads,
paths, hedges, gardens of our town now slept,
buried beneath a mantle of pure white.
Startled was nature to a dumb silence,
expelled were the winds to their caves.
Waist high curved the snow, half way up the door,
Monday 22nd January 2018 10:19 pm
Also by Chris Laverty:A Night On The Moors |
On the other side of you is me.
Then on my left and on your right is her.
Tight with strings that pull us closer,
If you touch her, I die.
If I touch her, you die.
Unable to admit ourselves,
situation makes us lie.
Telling everyone: 'I am fine.'
only to keep my friends with me.
So I am just smiling...
and drinking poisoned wine.
It contains ...
Monday 22nd January 2018 9:25 pm
Enchanting beauty black magic
crimson fire burning desire
She Devil hell raiser
out of the darkness
beast lies hidden beneath
human female seductive form
I yield my soul
male slave sexual spell
ignoring the warning signs
without shame totally used
door closes weeping constantly
dreams shattered beyond belief
stolen spirit heart possessed
suicide note ashes re...
Monday 22nd January 2018 2:48 pm
the day that ben got binned
it was to everyone the funniest thing
he asked his friend
for a hand to lend
his friend refused .
Ben got confused
he winged nd moaned
bitched nd groaned
dragging nd cursing the bin to it's home
he lift the wheely bin lid
his fingers had slipped
he dropped the wee bin nd panicked a bit
ben had to think quick ..
so he dove in the shit
and rescued t...
Monday 22nd January 2018 11:47 am
Also by Benjamin Rogers:Crashed generation | Adverts |
Estoy tan feliz en invierno. Estoy tan feliz contigo. Pero es demasiado el miedo que tengo que me conozcas de verdad y me veas como realmente soy. Porque no quiero que te vayas nunca de mi lado, si tan solo pudiera decirte la verdad desde ahorita pero prefiero estar contigo hasta el limite. Hasta que ya no pueda mas con esta farsa, hasta que llegue el verano.
Monday 22nd January 2018 7:21 am
Also by Fernanda:Armadura |
The Nullarbor Plain, seven hundred miles of waterless plain but with many trees (and untold kangaroos) is other-worldy in its exquisite and remote presence. Like most parts of non-urban Australia it is a dangerous and even fatal place for fools and risk-takers, who regularly pay the ultimate price. This piece is about the aura of darkness that surrounds the happy traveller in such surroundings....
Monday 22nd January 2018 4:33 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:Winter (Australia) | The Voyager's Song | The Illusionist | The Mirror | Brother | The City of God | The Goddess is Dancing | Retrospective | The Meaningless Surface of Life | Waterstick | Quiet Rooms | Test Firing | Distant Windows |
With you and without “I”, love never runs dry
Without you and with “I”, all claim of love, is a lie
The distance between you and I, creates a hole in my heart
I wish you would fill the hole with your love, by never letting go and staying so close
Wish I could love you without the “I”
and you would love me back without any “you” and “I”
Monday 22nd January 2018 2:58 am
Figures of Speech
One sin a lifetime
Two young too much
Three tened me father
Four who he did touch
Five said it once...
Six son I am
‘S even stevens
Eight errible man
"Nine!" said the fuhrer
Ten ding to fear
Eleven kill Santa
Tw’elves and a deer!
Sunday 21st January 2018 9:57 pm
Also by mike booth:May I Never | Season of Tests... |
Your grace Devine had more to my name,
Green in eyes that watch the sky,
Blue of nature!
Shackled on a bed,
I have become free of sorrow,
Remembering the beauty of my past.
The future will come to me in beautiful shadows,
Undefined now against the sun.
Roll it up into a ball and crush the remaining,
I continue forwards on this road.
But I will never be lost again,
For those that...
Sunday 21st January 2018 5:46 pm
Pronto in misery?
Life is an ecstacy,
you are unable to see.
This is the phase,
which demands your praise,
but you busy in chase,
of this virtual maze.
What do you want?
What makes you haunt?
Stop this era of daunt,
is thrilling spree of jaunt.
The thing which is must,
is only self trust,
will annihilate all dust,
now choose life's lust.
Sunday 21st January 2018 11:36 am
Also by MANISHA SAINI:WE ARE MORE... | KISS OF BLISS | YOU MAY THINK! |
Jellicle Cats with their three names
The I in which no one but "I" would know. A self inscribed name tag collar wrapped 'round in my keyboard cutthroat self inflicted mental recognition.
The Gay One?
The Stupid One?
Pollicle Dogs, with their bark BARK BARKING up and down t...
Saturday 20th January 2018 8:02 pm
It is time for Renewal and Rebirth!
The shedding of habits, worry, and fear
Letting go will put my mind at ease.
I no longer want to feed stress and self doubt,
In the corners of my mind they disappear.
I wash away the negativity,
I wash away the pain,
I wash away the regret,
My goal is no longer to please.
My heart will no longer hurt,
I will put mysel...
Saturday 20th January 2018 7:13 pm
Hope exclaimed "Life is a canvas painted in black and white"
"You my friend stuck in the strands of plight"
"Wait oh Dear! Let the dawn untangle and bring delight"
Oh, no Hope! "I can wait no more for my silver armoured Knight"
"I no longer have the courage to fight"
"nor stand against my brutal fate's might!"
Oh, my dear! "You are in the twilight of a daunting night"
"Only Out of dark...
Saturday 20th January 2018 4:08 pm
Swinging girl under the shelter
Swinging all the time...
Coming back to the shelter,
But again in the sun..
Smiling with the golden..
Golden the sun..
Get golden her fingers
But burn through the fun...
She loved that pretty golden,
Heaven under the sun...
Coming back to the shelter
But again in the sun...
Saturday 20th January 2018 4:06 am
We love Manchester hear us all say,
We love Manchester,let us all pray,
For the lives lost in this sad city scare,
For the injured survivors ,pray soon to repair.
We come together stronger than before.
Much stronger than the perpetrators who crept through our door.
We are all the same people and shed similar blood.
As the tears down our cheeks painfully flood.
For the injur...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:21 pm
Dead wood, no good.
Get rid of the dead
wood that won’t burn
like wet yew branches.
People are dead wood,
like soul callouses.
They cling to you,
bring only judgement.
Spouting forth sin,
or their own piss;
its all the same
when you don’t drink it.
They call you wrong,
say you are useless,
no use for burning.
I smack the dead wood
out of my life,...
Friday 19th January 2018 10:33 am
We fell apart so effortlessly.
Like snowflakes from a cloud.
We looked like we were floating,
but reality was the ground.
We came to pieces.
Like leaves withering in fall.
Our hearts and our heads,
got mixed up in it all.
We lost our color.
Like paint drying in the sun.
We didn’t mix the right way,
thus the breaking had begun.
Is this a sad story?...
Friday 19th January 2018 1:07 am
Also by Sarah Mae:The Potential for Light |