Poetry Blogs (Nov 2018)
A bright spark to a dull mind
searchlights beam for inspiration
as the tunnel is abandoned
its dampness gone, the stench with it
Lights scan the heavens and horizons
body and mind exhilarated
transported, enervated to peaks aloft and wide
Ideas fuel enthusiasm to burst the samovar
milk boils over in fleshy wonder
It is worth it, it has arrived
Friday 30th November 2018 8:59 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Perplexity | A Covered Mood | The Womb | The Shopping Mall | Winter´s Icy Blast | Quietly Exceptional | Down Under | The Valley of Chimneys | A Moment in Time | Reformation | A Welcome Sun | The Fireplace | A Fading Light | The Red Poncho | Feelings | The Fallen | A Treasure Trove | Can the Vice be Broken | Not in our Name | Dispossessed |
Everything in this world comes, to stay a while - then goes,
Be it a gargantuan dinosaur or a softly fragrant rose.
Maybe one day we'll accept the fact - it's right before our nose,
But being mindful of how we are - just WHEN, do you suppose?!
Friday 30th November 2018 8:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:IN THIS WORLD | MISANDRY - You Too? | UNTITLED | UP IN SMOKE! A Saturday theme poem. | POLICY | THE WEALTH OF WORDS | JACK THE GIANT KILLER | MIND - HOW YOU GO!! | SMILING THROUGH | SPOOKY - OR WHAT? | LAST REPORT | LEAVING HOME - a Saturday theme | MUG SHOTS | LAST CHARGE | 13/4/18 - before "The Big Push" |
A violent attack
innocent victim struggles
sharp steel blade
strikes without thought
cuts deep inside
senseless barbaric killing
another life lost
hundred thousand whys
angel of knives
sends a message
to those who
carry lethal weapons
stop and think
before street crime
leaves more scars
for more families
one day it
might be your
Mum and Dad
Friday 30th November 2018 5:33 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Walk on Blue |
We wish you a red and green Christmas
It was Christmas Eve in the workshop
And the elves were feeling jolly
Their little woollen hats
Were decked with mistletoe and holly.
Their faces alight with smiles
Not a sad thought in their heads
For Santa had agreed that Christmas
Should be green and red.
No blousy buxom Barbies
Or action men with guns
Just lots of fair...
Friday 30th November 2018 4:01 pm
Also by eve nortley:This must be Christmas | It's war | Aged 13 | Winter Wisteria | Congo Childhood | Human Jenga | Drowning in your eyes | fatal attraction | The adoration of cats | South of the border | Gang 13 | Bidoon | asylum seeker | The grumbly, rumbly, bumbly cats | The Pugs and the Siamese | Modern Slavery 2018 |
Building a civilization
is a lot like baking a loaf of bread:
All you need are the right ingredients,
a little know-how,
and an oven.
Friday 30th November 2018 3:06 pm
Judge not lest you be judged
If you want to be successful and get on in your career
You have to show your arse off, we’d all love to see your rear
And you’re heaving breasts and nipples at every chance
Then we can replay it all, and have another glance
Gyrating pelvises that’s what we want to see
Pretending that the partner you are straddling is me
Why not have a thr...
Friday 30th November 2018 2:29 pm
Also by poemagraphic:HIV | It's all in my head | A stich in time | Parts of me | Standing at the cross roads between life and death | Our World United | Mini Mouse | Mercury tipped | Little lost ant | Hello my Little Heartee | ‘FREEDOM ‘ is our shout | A taste for truth | My point of view | miss lead | Blatherskite | Sceptical Colonel Fazack | Harry Lime | Procrastination | Roll of Honor | Absolution | THE POWER AND THE GLORY | 'God' | Left on the shelf |
Take this poem
with open eyes
mull it over in your mind
let it roll off your tongue
let the taste of it
stay with you for a while
may it make you think
and satisfy your appetite
let it linger
until you get hungry again
a poem is a plate of words
served up with relish and spice
wipe your mouth when finished
be glad the po...
Friday 30th November 2018 2:22 pm
Also by d.knape:The Dog Listens---A Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | The Dog Listens---A Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Avalanche Of Leaves | Dogs & Cats | Testing Poets | Abused | After The Day After | Getting Over It | Things I Am Thankful For | Grackles | Don't Ever Forget | Leafless | The Space Of A Lifetime | Sweet Dreams | Mother's Eyes | Rules Of Conduct | Out Of The Blue | Ella Minnow Pea | Sisters | Red Rose | Keyboard Inspiration | Keyboard Inspiration | Keyboard Inspiration | Rejection Notice | Aluminum Cans | A Soldier's Death | Sunspot | Leaves From A Tree | Oddities | Speed Demon | Hat Trick | EUPHONIA |
I was sat outside a Manchester caf,
What happened next will make you laugh.
Sitting there with my dog next to me,
Having eaten a sandwich ,with a cup of tea.
A man rushed by wearing a posh blue suit,
Dropped 50p in my cup ,"Your dog looks cute."
A lady sat opposite next to her cup,
I dropped a pound in it,she was made up.
Friday 30th November 2018 1:55 pm
Also by hugh:The new boyfriend! | A free drink day! | Breaking the ice | Scot,a sad loss | Even more Haiku or Hughku | Freedom of choice | Hughmericks | Desire | Full of beans | Wayne's pain turns out to be a sore point | Wipe out .Wet wipes an enormous cause of sewage blockage | Deal with an embrace | The sound of silence,11 o'clock 11/11/18 a silence haiku | More haiku or hughku | Marriage name change B.Hind to B.Bottom | Anya | Change of plan ."It was miles better." | Keep feeling young singing a song. | A period problem , a pupil problem and a lame excuse | Amelia the young witch from Sabden does it again | Memory loss |
The chorus of the poor
Says the Economist,
As if it is a given,
An expected outcome.
A Greek tragedy
To be rewritten
In modern for the hungry
Minds of the better off,
An entertainment for the few,
While the poor hold out their palms
With a radical point of view,
An imaginary paradise called equality.
Friday 30th November 2018 12:39 pm
Friday 30th November 2018 9:51 am
Also by Gordon Hoyles:Gordon Hoyles as read at Richard's events at The Red Lion, Manningtree |
the blue is missing from the sky
the trees have no leaves
outside it is very cold
the wind is cruel
there is a person
in front of me
i don't know who she is
i remember playing out
with my sisters
on a skipping rope
it is still very cold inside
that lady told me it is morning
that is why i stretch and yawn
the woman said i had a visitor
i was frightened to...
Friday 30th November 2018 9:39 am
Also by John E Marks:Free Speech | Johnny Keats and the footloose Cavaliers | A satire of sorts | Another day | Poetry and Philosophy | THE VANISHED WOMAN | A wise fool | In the beginning.... | Moments of Vision | NEWMAN | Insomnia | Rodinsky's Headsone | Rodinsky’s Room | Анна Ахматова | For Al-Mu'tamid (Seville, 1040-95 Christian Era) | From the Farsi | i.m. of Vasily Zaitsev | Kōnstantinoupolis | Inner City Blues | Whining poetry | The sense of an ending | An Act of Treason | ROMANY | a-work-in-progress | A Psychiatric Disorder | A Town like Malice | November 2018 | First Snow | Taliesin | The Unwritten | The pharmacology of shadow | YEZEDI | ALL SOULS' DAY | words echo |
Regenerate a voice that sales no promise
Agitated by a spoil that is only common
A vivid Spectrum isolated with gray
Drift away to mend the tired
Outcast the routine, Cure the Trial
Lift a torch to a unstable reaction
Turn a corrupt citizen from tame
Spark ignited through guidance
Spoken word left to disadvantaged miracle
A friend with a passion to stay...
Friday 30th November 2018 8:07 am
Pure and dear
Love that wins hearts
Bring millions of souls near
Yet so fragile even so sweet
Just like the sweet white rose under a feet
Trampled and broken
Withered dry and being lifeless all around the day
Whatever there was inside
Nothing seems to remain within its wall
Nothing to keep its inside firm and fay
Love if loved
True to one's heart...
Friday 30th November 2018 6:49 am
Engage or Disengage
My writing's unconventional
My head is kinda shot
My readers don't know what to do
To stay or to stay not
I push our social boundaries
Convention I abhor
My lines can be emotional
At times a little raw
I pour the rush and tumble of
My mind out on the page
It's up to you as reader to
Engage or disengage
Don Matthews Augu...
Friday 30th November 2018 6:38 am
Also by Don Matthews:Are You in a Dark Mindset ? | Rudder, Drive | Blog | Fear in the US | Losing It | ATM Give No Rupee | I Wasn't Expecting This My Mind ! | Listening to the Blues | World Toilet Day 19 November | Yoshitoka Sakurada : Japan's Minister of Cybersecurity | Mary and Jack | Setting the Bar | 69 t0 45 | What Do I Write to Increase Comment ? | Teaching Brian Drivel | Owl Mail | What I've Done is Dun | Leaving Home | Stir-Ups | Stick it Up Your Selfie | Learning Poet | Thought-Jumps | Rapper Kayne Meets Trump | Oops... | The Trouble is the Clubbers | Disrespect Can Lead To Domestic Violence. Stop It Where It Starts | Hello There.... |
With remorse, never
Friday,30th November 2018
I never regret
her speak the mind
I find no artificiality
yet we had no meeting ground
the differences were never found
but we couldn't get on well
the doom was likely to swell
"should we part"? I parried the question
she didn't reply but made no mention
I understood the gravity
Friday 30th November 2018 2:28 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Takes me somewhere | The gentleman | Less we sink | Full thrust | Humanity is | Words do have | From the golden cage | No rewinding | Helpful always | On departure | Acceptance | Meter gauge train | Where to find? | Mother, only you | The friends are | Excuse me | Same act | Embrace | Handle the theme | The darkness | Show of contentment | Words not spoken | Real conscience | No deal in art | Not like dead | The new movement | Lips are | Holy crown | No conclusion ever | Real thrust | Not all glitters | Inner reflection | Falling star | The poet and | L O V E | Love, no burden | I spoke clearly | Love me not | My daughter roopa | Close to nature | Interaction | The true image in mind | My late wife | I pledge it | Give a slip | The writers | Better way | Strong desires | Best out of | We know | Our human race | An awesome experience | From the strength | Great harm | The sad end | Worth for self | Don't hide | Show it to | Curse on him | "Me too" mar harm | The money power | The beauty of an eyes | Where is frankness | Join me | An innocent soul | Dipawali* | O death! | Unity has strength |
It’s best to sneak up on the reader.
Change the meter,
Change the rhyme,
Change the tone,
Or change the subject.
Try to do something unexpected,
Like confessing a crime
Or secret perversion,
Even in a
Thursday 29th November 2018 8:18 pm
Also by Randy Horton:To Define a Thing | Confessions |
The code is in the message -- the message is in the code
it's a riddle,
but you live it everyday trying to figure something out
every day you're trying to open up an envelope
every day you're trying to scratch off a secret
There's going to be some pay back,
there's going to be some take off point
...and everyday your wondering when it's really going to hit the fan
Thursday 29th November 2018 7:31 pm
Also by Pagan Poetry:Railroad Crossing | Seven Senses | Time loop | Motion detectors | Doors and windows | Sharpening Knives | Lullaby | Scaffolding | Weightless in Space |
my mind drifts
restless and disconnected
searching for a tethering point
the moment escapes me, nearly
towards a blank space
hope to get there by morning
Thursday 29th November 2018 6:36 pm
Also by Prikcab:A Song for You |
I thanked Maggie McIver, deceased, today –
she’d left a bench, with an envied view,
to walkers on top of Blackdown ridge
who sometimes stop to train their eyes,
to stretch a bridge to the northern side
of the gentle Downs that sit so pretty
some ten straight, clear, bright miles away.
Her bench was placed just off the track,
its back to the scores of...
Thursday 29th November 2018 6:28 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:MOONWATCH | QUIETER |
Purely real is gone today
idea mirror past
A rag squeezed bone dry
Nothing more to imagine
Tales told once told 10 times
Thursday 29th November 2018 10:48 am
Also by Reggie:Community | Valence | Online | Join in | Luck | Gifted | Instead | Slant | Wet | Well | Sunrise | Reverse Gear | In need | Man oh man | On me | Not him | Sitting here | Her | Built |
Today, my soul feels restless.
But for me that's just today,
for you there's not another day to feel any other way.
God I want so badly to help you.
Please come back for just one moment
so I can help you.
Somehow we lost you in the laughter.
We didn’t think you could be hurting.
You loved just hard enough.
If I pulled the sun back...
Thursday 29th November 2018 4:47 am
Also by Sarah Mae:the parting poem | Why Are We So Delicate? | the red poem | It Was Almost Love |
When I first saw my girlfriend naked
I knew there was something wrong
Although she'd taken her clothes off
she still had her wellingtons on!
She kept them on while making love
and despite the increased friction
I saw it my duty to carry on,
to abstain was a dereliction
Bought online they were shocking pink
with tartan straps on the tops
She dyed ...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 11:24 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:A Minor Roasting | Moving On | Banjaxed | Sex Offender | POTW | Waiting to Leave Home | Dare Not Post | Not Posh | 6-2 6-1 | Westonbirt Arboretum | Flu Jab |
My heart is broken, my head is fryed
my lifes a mess, i hope your satasfied
you through me up you through me down
you brought me back, smashed me on the ground
my heart is aching this pain is changing me now
these scars show i have a past
it keeps coming back around just as fast
love has taught me nothing but that one thing
never to trust again......... again never to trust aga...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 11:18 pm
A record slides from within its sleeve
palm supported to the deck;
the needle descends,
he takes his place
to where she curls up with that special face.
While reaching down to pull him off
he stays her hand for Rachmaninov,
a musical climax steadily building,
his spirit soaring.
Something about his isolation worries her
as he closes his eyes;
she sulks a...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 9:08 pm
Also by ray pool:THE INCINERATOR, ON A LATE NOVEMBER DAY | LAVENDER FIELDS FOREVER | IN NORWAY 1976 | A SOLDIER THAT CAME HOME | THE ASSEMBLY OF MEN | REMEMBERING | STANNAH STAIRLIFT | SUICIDE STREET | DREAMS AND LIES |
Maybe my path
will see lighter days,
right now I’ve got to make light
in the most creative ways,
so I’ll grab my brush
with bright colours I’ll paint,
a world that is mine
And in that world I’ll play.
Wednesday 28th November 2018 9:06 pm
Also by Megan Jones:Ache | Miss memory | I feel |
I can't see her so
She was here once,
I see her nowhere
so where is the somewhere she is is?
Words and fotos Tommy Carroll
Wednesday 28th November 2018 6:43 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:I have NO idea | Brexit: A learners guide | Austerity | Christianity and other myths | Christianity and other myths | Trench-war development |
God please calm my mind
And heal my heart, I am drained
Please take away pain
Wednesday 28th November 2018 6:31 pm
Are we a person who is inward looking out, other people around moving at a pace while we consider it's just another race, perceiving that insane normality could be on the sharp point of a blade, maybe the slanted edged absorbing disciplines to be normal, the other sliding down into the depth of hellfire losing the will to be strong, evidence of any emotional adjustment regressed to a former self o...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 3:33 pm
Also by PatricioLG:Suicide or a Bacon sandwich ? | Re-think |
No-one ever accused me of being a skilful rugby player. Don’t get me wrong, I could catch, pass, even punt with a degree of accuracy. But my contribution lay in other areas. I was an unpleasant player.
I was never quick but relatively fit, so I played at loose forward, whose job it was to spoil the play of the opposition and ideally win the ball from any breakdown (preferably legally) and ge...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 3:18 pm
Also by John Coopey:'THOU SHAN'T GO SHORT OF SHITE' | A BLACK LIFE DOESN'T MATTER ANY MORE | AH YES, I REMEMBER IT WELL | UP THE ARSE (1) | CONCRETING THE GARDEN | A MOST PECULIAR QUEUE | "HAVE SOME MADEIRA, M'DEAR" | RUGBY FATBOYS BLUES 2 | THE LOG BURNING FIRE | JOHN THE HAT |
He had a disintegrating childhood.
Broken home, residential and foster care.
Joined the army aged fifteen and three quarters.
Married. Three kids. Divorced.
Married again. Three more kids.
Six tours back to back. Left the army, sick to death.
Friends disintegrating in his arms. Just kids.
Home to family. To hope, but more despair.
Rows and harsh words.
"Get a job, we ne...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 12:38 pm
Nice day for a white wedding?
Empty bedding...never bothered.
Never booked it...clever author?
The best man, yet never offered.
Groomed bachelor...ego altered.
Empty nest...eagle's balder.
Being regal in a tuxedo faltered.
I cry not...yet eyes watered.
Still the rock...yeah Gibraltar.
If she arrives, hello altar!
If she doesn't...hella awkward.
Wednesday 28th November 2018 11:16 am
Also by Eric James:MISCELLANEOUS | BLOOD | TRUMPET'S BLARE |
Has the cold winter air pierced through my body
With thoughts choking on you
My body becomes numb
The memories of you come flooding in
Boards under my feet start to crackle
The pressure of your memories flooding my apartment
Like a child getting hurt for the first time the pain is unbearable
I could lock myself in the bathroom but the pain is still there
There's no running from the dire s...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 10:23 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Firefly A Reason To Drink | âme brisée | A Prisoner To My Own Room | Heavily | Nostalgia Eyes | Taught Me | A Diligent Little Soul | Sour Patch Kid Letter To a Firefly | 3:32 AM | Space Cowboy 14 Old Ones | Unfortunate Lack of Events | Death | A Long Night In Sanitarium | How Much Longer | Pink Water | Old Man Happy Ending | Words of The Waiting Man 22 | Cigarette Smoking Hearts | Pushing Up Daisies |
I thought I caught a glimpse of me coming back
the other way, a phantom of me somewhere from the future
in a tunnel white with dust, heavy in a veil of blood.
Going this way there is no past. I focus on the boots in front
heels kicking up the sand stone and goat shit,
almost laughing I choke, the voices in the distance sound killable.
Wednesday 28th November 2018 6:47 am
Also by Wolfgar:Lunar widow | Dead Statue | Improbable things | Šljivovica | Final bloom | The Unfound Generation |
BIG HARD MAN WITH A KNIFE . READY TO TAKE A LIFE . DIGNITY AND RESPECT TAKEN OUT OF OUR SCHOOLS . THESE POLITICIANS SUCH FOOLS . NO RESPECT FOR THE LAW . CRIME IS ON THE RISE . THIS IS NO SURPRISE . TEACH THEM YOUNG BEFORE IT ENDS AT THE BARREL OF A GUN !!!
Wednesday 28th November 2018 4:34 am
Also by Wendy Higson:MORNING | THE YORKSHIRE ROSE | BELITTLED BY THE EU | RIP OFF BRITAIN |
Rip off the band-aid, get it over with
I never thought it would come to this
Clear mind, clear eyes
Walking straight, no more lies
Don't rely on me and I won't let you down
You can't count on me, I'll only let you down
Don't reach out for me, I'll only let you drown
These feelings are getting harder to fight myself
Pulling teeth to admit I need some help
It's cutting deep on the webbings ...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 11:58 pm
Also by Nick:Unbearable Anguish. | Prolonging The Inevitable. |
I was at bar last night and saw fabulous kiss
Between lovely strangers, both wearing nice dresses
Drinking their night away, without any stresses
Snuggling up very close on the dance floor with bliss
Seeing them escape scene to the washroom, they go
Telling my wife follow to tell me about tale
As she's curious as well, so she simmers on trail
To find out the details of affair in shadow
Tuesday 27th November 2018 9:43 pm
Also by Louis Audet:New Pasture | The story asked | I am better than him | Rose-coloured glasses | Nightly hope | Tears | Tonight | Drive without fear | Equals | Pour toi |
I want to tell a story now, it happened long ago,
So gather round and pay a heed to me.
It tells us of the reason, ‘cause I’m sure you want to know,
Why the fairy sits atop the Christmas tree.
It had just got past midwinter and old Santa Claus was vexed,
The rebellious elves were going out on strike,
And Mrs Claus upset him with the news she gave him next,
That her mum wa...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 3:27 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Jackie And Frankie | Fake ID | Near-Death Experience | Moaning Lisa | A Cup Of Franglais |
They can’t Hear the Music Anymore
Take me back to the start again
Into the light to where words blind me
Right back into the heart again
Into the streets that run ragged
A jagged reality where no one smiles
Drinking in the world they listen silently
Volume lights blinking on maximum
Android ‘Throb Box’ wires dangle
Into the tangle that was once a thought
Tuesday 27th November 2018 10:58 am
Albert Edward Burrows by KJ Walker
With iron grey ‘tache
And eyes of steel
Attractive to women
A massive frame
Chiselled and bold
A liking for young ‘uns
Although he was old
Police were in fear of
This man so strong
Though they saved him that day
From the baying throng
He’d married a local
A fair maid called Hannah
She was much yo...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 7:28 am
Also by kJ Walker:I Don't Wanna Play That Game | I'm a celebrity Haiku | The Alcoholic Benefactor | Cutting The Line |
Beautiful but rare
Every colour with a story
Longing for care
With shield to protect itself
Plucked by many
But valued by few.
Tuesday 27th November 2018 1:57 am
My mom took me to the second hand store,
Where I roamed the aisles
Unsatisfied by the lack of conformity.
The clothes did not resemble the brands I was taught to marvel.
On the first day of class my first year of high school
My classmate told me that Jewish people are
But my Jewish family was not religious.
I decided that I was not J...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 12:56 am
Also by hk:Saturday November 24, 2018, 1:43 AM | Sunday June 24, 2018, 10:14 PM | Wednesday April 9, 2014, 6:43 PM | Monday, November 12, 2018, 2:55 AM | Thursday, September 27, 2018, 12:02 AM | Monday, November 12, 2018, 3:16 AM |
we see the world
and in them
we see the faintest
of our selves
they are not easy to
but neither are they
to break them
we run the risk
our knuckles crack
as does their glass
Monday 26th November 2018 10:01 pm
Also by ha'azinu:Surgeon | the first is [not] | the first is |
I think about it all the time...
the sweet temptation,
wrapping my thoughts around the mind
I am wondering
How many books I need to read?
How many courses yet take...!?
to hold the leash...
- control the bitch!
She is a mess, she is wild...
I gasp from her ideas saying:
Oh, no you didn't...
- she is destructive!
But God! I...
Monday 26th November 2018 9:47 pm
It clings to you like a feeling
like a second skin:
of eyes that stare;
perceiving your world.
Every thought clicked; a motion
To cleave its coils closer
To know you more
Than any lover can
Monday 26th November 2018 8:30 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Consumed | angst of night | Clear | The beauty of Age |
From dripping dawn to milk churn
to sheep and village fountain.
From orchard and empty
mountain road to gurgling cherry town
I carried a yellow-black fire symbol
through deserted evenings
in hidden streets where men put away
their tools with an apprehensive glance
until at last, we met and drove
the winding road to Olonzac,
and sat next day in the b...
Monday 26th November 2018 2:27 pm
Also by john short:BOXES | IN THE DUNES | ROSE |
Winter nights draw in
A fire burning brightly
Cold air locked outside
© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw
Monday 26th November 2018 1:12 pm
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:My Aching Back | The Dance | Jack | Always Yesterday | The Gnome from Home | Times of Trouble | This Lonely Journey |
at last the light
the promised light
slipping from Osiris’ grip
crushed by the wheel of centuries
this is not the land of the lord of silence
this is not the fertile valley
this is not the underworld
this is the harsh light
of an alien world
where sacred sarcophagus
is rent asunder
and remains displayed for voyeurs
of the dead
Monday 26th November 2018 12:57 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Falling Down The Cracks In The Pavement | A Poppy In Winter |
Allowing a wall
Before their rational thinking stand,
Inured to their heinous deed
Of every brand,
From head to toe
Involved in corruption grand,
Also while fellow citizens
Gasp for air,
Not giving an ounce of care,
Barefacedly they dare
Unjust war to declare!
"Valorous,wiping you out
We shall make the land bare!"
"Chained, cruel and corrupt
Honest - thieves and cut-throats
Us to co...
Monday 26th November 2018 12:24 pm
Show me the country
Where they glorify the torture.
Where people are hungry
And the well- known murderer,
Can walk freely and be free.
Show me the country
Where everyone is deceived
And the people are cleaved,
The backward there means forward,
Where to say the truth is awkward.
Don’t rotate the globe
With a hope to find this country.
You won't find it on the pl...
Monday 26th November 2018 8:07 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:My Poor Ukraine | An Autumn in November | There are people ... | The Sundial | Someones Soul |
i can’t think of any other words
you’re the puzzle piece
that didn’t fit
and i bent your corners
and snipped off where you stuck out
and although the puzzle started looking pretty
you suffered and
it was so obvious but
i was so stubborn ‘cause
i wanted it to look perfect but
you didn't belong
and i'm not sure if this means much
Monday 26th November 2018 2:07 am
Also by Joanna Halliday:First Snow | I Am Not Free |