Poetry Blogs (Dec 2018)
The sign at the inn swung like a gallows
the light lay low on the heath.
Old Ben was in his settle
sucking baccy through his teeth.
Puddles formed on the flagstones
where a one - eyed dog stood watch;
underneath a ragged sky
the inn was dark as a crotch,
except for a fire - lit window
that glowed like a winter star,
through which a cluster of faces took in...
Monday 31st December 2018 11:13 pm
Also by ray pool:LETTER FROM THE STREETS part 2 | BATTERSEA AT CHRISTMAS | THE SHORTEST DAY | LETTER FROM THE STREETS | CITY LIGHTS | RECYCLING | DARK WANTON | ALLHALLOWS ON SEA | AUBURN HAIR |
It was a simple thing
Just a different bed
She slept for a night
One night turned into two
And then three
Then he pushed back
So she pushed harder
Until they were miles apart
And we were in the middle
Screaming just so they could hear us
But its not like they were listening anyway
They loved each other?
Monday 31st December 2018 11:02 pm
Make 2019 a smoke free year,
Postpone death and funeral fear.
Prevent the poison in the tar flowing in a flood,
Avoid the threat of clot formation due to thicker blood.
Chemicals in the blood make your heart beat faster,
Furring up your arteries creating a deathly disaster.
The enemy in the smoke can attack your kidneys and win,
Also reducing the amount of oygen reachin...
Monday 31st December 2018 10:41 pm
Also by hugh:Spider Woman spreads panic,a follow on. | Spider Woman | Oh yes he did ! Oh no he didn't ! | Homelessness ! A plight to fight. | To be buried or cremated ? | The wonder of the worm |
Clay and mud
mixed in blood
heartless it seems
like all the world
is the idea that we
should be stranded
at the seams
I can't help but unravel
I keep it all inside
the helpless cry
of a childhood denied
below red black
hell is near
I feel it's burn
a thousand suns
could not be worse
I give m...
Monday 31st December 2018 9:58 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:Melons | Silver Grey Blue | Hollow | Cloud 9 | Still | Peat |
Unlock your heart with the grateful dead
The original code is nearly always 0000
Pull off the shackles to unlock your hands and other necessary appendages.
Rotate your heart 90 degrees counterclockwise
Look out of any window
Squeeze your heart.at what you see
Set a new combination by turning the tide.
Choose a magical number and never-ever hide, never-ever part
Monday 31st December 2018 9:51 pm
Also by John E Marks:Paralysis | The monster within | The Mathematics of Genocide | The unpurged images of day | The undeserving poor | Badly drawn flesh | Kibbe Hamudh* | Flogging a dead horse | A rose garden at altitude under occupation | Ripples of fear | Solstice song | Otto's Lament On the Death of a Daughter | on the brink | A loving heart is the truest wisdom | Those who are near you are far away | dictatorship | A slight rewrite of psalm 137. | Clone | The beautiful Cathars of Languedoc | Tomorrow belongs to me | For Sylvia | Winter Blue | Shut your eyes and see | A rare descent | The dying of the light | Ice light in my eyes | Lancaster | A drinking man | Identity theft. | Stumbling on broken glass | The price of coal | Quasimodo and Esmeralda | Lifting the Veil/Shelley | Killing off the Elephants | Fear in a handful of dust | Empty Bench | FIX IT! | stormy weather | finisterre to fitzroy | Clone | The Doors of Perception. | A judgement of conscience | The Moor's Last Laugh | The Buddhas of Bamiyan |
The palpitations of life. Unsure. Unforgiving. Like radiation poisoning to the soul.
Vibrant colors float in the vastness of the depths of hell.
Feeling every vibe from the endless little souls.
Dancing in the downpour of weightlessness.
Yet we're confused. What is real and what is a simple mirage.
Convincing but deadly. That's the remarkable unfairness of this life.
Monday 31st December 2018 5:09 pm
Also by a.k.:Untitled Thorns | Master of Disguise | The Kiss of Death | V | Nature pt. 1 | Front Seat Freestyle | Untitled 2 | Untitled 1 |
I friend of mine has an old moggy she says
help her to write successful books about suburban life,
big gardens and flowers; envious I tried to find
A cat had seen one outside the apartment building.
grabbed it and scratched but when I hit the pus
over the head with a stone until it lies still in my hands.
Next morning I fed it and gave it wat...
Monday 31st December 2018 4:42 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:beautiful Fado | dead old lady | the deepest sleep | follow the rules | we the humans | the mystery of religion | the maiden voyager | high existence | the race | summit 2018 | breakthrough | a great man (Harry) | thoughts of death | the dilemma | bashful writer | christmas carols | football dream | the happening | a good lunch | once a scouser alway a rebel | war poet | cold wind over Europe | family gathering | serious now | autopsy | cell- phone | Collapsing world | selling books | the intemperate | counsellor | what will be will be | the revolt | crabby morning | writing for the internet | the slow killing of a nation |
I’ve sunken to nothing it’s all on me
Selections I’ve made not on you i see
Yet truth be told with someone that lies
I’ve chosen to have revenge when you die
My boys will carry my burden to lift
It will drag them to the generational abyss
You will not regret leaving me alone
As there’s no feel that isn’t your own
Carry the weight of me on your shoulders
The rest of your ...
Monday 31st December 2018 3:57 pm
Also by Reggie:Distracted | Justice | Wasted | Holidays | Skim | Rinse and Repeat |
I just did something, that I almost always desist
By writing a poem on another poets list
Of comments that really should be about them
And what they’ve just written. I must make amends
So sorry ‘elPintor’ for rambling on, on your fine poem ‘Sexism’ all about Mums
My comment morphed from being about mums, to me, and being a lost only Son.
So here i...
Monday 31st December 2018 3:24 pm
Also by poemagraphic:MOD ~ PTSD Part ii | MOD ~ PTSD Part i | YOU | NEW DAWN My Christmas message | A Mother’s Lament | The Age Of Gold | 'The non believer ' | WYSIWYG QUIZ | R and R | Heart broken | The Image-Nation | THE GOON SHOW | Soap on a rope | Moon beams | The BLACK Horizon | Grenfell Tower | The lady with bags at Christmas | The prodigal poem is home | The depth evil sinks | That went down a splash | 5G is a lie |
How New-Year rhymes we've heard before
put us to sleep, because they bore
As New Years come, more aged we grow
then just like the rubbish, out we go
We come in crying at our birth
then exit smiling, rear of hearse
We hug the world and all its poor
we'd sooner hug the girl next door
We live, we love, we woo, we wed,
then get divorced or end up ...
Monday 31st December 2018 3:10 pm
Also by d.knape:Welcome To Poetry | Seeds | Poets In Our Midst | The Feeder | The Meaning Of Christmas | Poetry Contest | Opening Gifts | Posting A Comment | Winter Winds | Boys & Books | Plastic Cup | The HOA | Black Birds | Muddy Water | MAIL | Amazon.Com | What Ifs And Maybes | I Think | Wish I Were | No There There | Old Dogs | 33 Degrees | Monthly Bill | Where Wild Things Go | Little Boy's Pockets | Eating Healthy | Tree | The Longer You Live | Dieting | Normal People |
The New Year for me
holds no fear
I'll still be writing crap poems
and crying in my beer
Happy New Year everyone.
Monday 31st December 2018 2:31 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Les Miserables | UFO | Keith & Tina's Lightshow | Public Toilets (Lazy Re-post) | Coq Up | Trade Deal With Jamaica? | Sister Doughty | We Don't Move Very Much | Our First Time |
The whale is a big thing.
Jonah had three days in the belly of the whale
carefully considering, and I hear him now.
"This is a good time in the progress of the world.
I know a people of the earth contemplate
hunting the whale to extinction. Yet
no captain Ahab plunges on his solemn mission.
Only Nippon company men after profit
whatever the cost. Call me apoplectic
Monday 31st December 2018 2:19 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:A Toast To January | The Stranger | All That's Left | A Short History Of Clouds | Ballad Of The Secret Diary |
A Day Out with Aoife
Two ‘Seaside Special’ day returns
to ‘Kiss me Quick’ and candyfloss;
I was looking forward to the
“Pirate Cruise around the bay (no extra).”
A shuddering halt – somewhere
in the middle of nowhere –
unruly livestock blocked the line.
Aoife giggled, ‘Let’s explore.’
We walked an ancient track-way:
the lane, an overgrown...
Monday 31st December 2018 11:44 am
Also by Rick:Mainstream Student Party | Brendan - a Brief Encounter | To Life (full colour version) | To Life | A Postcard to a Lover Departed | on Arran with Aoife | poring away | hello goodbye |
When they’re older,
and it’s all abit too late,
no one will be laughing,
about those green things on my plate,
I eat well, I exercise,
I have tons of energy to work,
yet the coolest person in the office,
is an absolute jerk,
I’m known as “the weird one”,
because I’m climbing mountains on the weekends,
im not out being an idiot,
getting wasted with my friends,
Monday 31st December 2018 10:50 am
The sign of Stress leaving your body . The sign of Happiness . A sign like no other . What a difference . Stress Shows . Without Stress who knows .
Monday 31st December 2018 7:53 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Yorkshire Welcomes You | DEMOCRACY | Have a happy Christmas all | IF | WHY SHOULD WE | JUSTICE AND DESCRIMINATION |
Breaking all the shackles
Throwing away all the chains
that were holding her
she finally got rid of the pain
She drew strength
just from within
that was the day she found herself
and realized chasing dreams was not a sin
was not her wish anymore
focusing on herself
became her aim of soul
It was very taxing
To identify her tr...
Monday 31st December 2018 7:36 am
Also by Shuchi Batra:The Lost Girl |
Happy New Year Everyone
As a rhymer I'd be neglecting my duty
To not wish you a Happy New Year
Bate your breath as to what I might say next
To which you can say “Dear oh dear”
It's been bloody hot where I write from
Someone said “Hi you flaming galah”
My reaction to this as an Aussie
(No offence Po....)
One fan of mine (wh...
Monday 31st December 2018 7:33 am
Also by Don Matthews:I Gotta Rhyme 'Bout Something | Stop, Go, Rover | 40 Degrees | Baby Shower | It's the Day Before Christmas | A Very Christmasy Saturday Rhyme | Who Let This Aussie Grammar-Bender In? | I'm Sorry You're Addicted. Signed Rhyme | Brian Says Marmite Is Superior : What Nerve! | Happy Little Hillbillys Counter | Cogitate | Late Arrival | Sisters are a Funny Mix | From Corner Looking Out | Neurons Are Like People | Could be Interesting. Could be Garbage | This is a Weird One | I'm Confused | Rebel | We're Clever Down Here In Australia | When Convention Takes a Hike | Why Do I Write Poetry? | Wake Up Brian. It's 7am | A Human Crisis | Richard Head for President | 12.01 All Done, All Said |
I wish all these happy moments gets freeze in this winter
For ever, Forever!
All pains, sorrows vanish away
Like all yellow leaves falls from trees
I wish all happiness, love and laughter falls upon us
Like a snow fall in the winters and beautifies everything which it covers
Let’s get them freeze along with this breezy chilled wind
I wish all these happy moments gets...
Monday 31st December 2018 7:31 am
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:Its a Christmas Day | Dance to your own Rhythm | Its better to move on | Money is controlling our life | Closed That Chapter for Life Long | After Every Dawn, there is a sunrise |
Monday, December 31, 2018
To remain strong
you got to be among
the people who daily face the struggle
still remain among the people
it gives the courage to withstand
the real difficulties faced
and its origin traced
to go away from the mainstream
may not provide you any beam
or hope of any kind
this must b...
Monday 31st December 2018 5:28 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:The human tendency | Calm down when hurt | Single aim of love | Tongue -lethal weapon | No use to cry | Global poets | Back in game | Secret of life | X-mas tree for all | The noble work | Keep clear | The true path | Let us unite | Life is a chance | I am my own woman | Hidden beauty | Say hello | Make it happen | Steady silence | Never complains | The human psychology | The purpose of life | Something to ponder | No boundary for love | Precious tears | Fragrance be smelt | The poetry and mass | Malkign the humanity | Spiritual enjoyment | Real significance | Worthless life | Worthless life | No prelude | Global concept | Selfless creature | The life is | With red rose | Corruption and | Natural instinct | An intimate love | Holy body | Vow with | Life's idelogy | Time bound | Clear funcation | Stay with | Own stability | Love with fragrance | Unsure of | Store nothing | Real poetry | Oh! father | I shall come back | More thirst | What an entry | Escape ego | Small drop | No joke at the poor | With divine reflection | The shining side | With a honor | Give you peace | At the new height | The peace lovers | With an innocence | Journey further |
The Long Notes
I did two long numbers tonight,
Unusual for me,
uncharacteristic you say,
Went well but as ever
I wanted more,
You know the score,
For expression, fame
just tuppenny whores.
Yet still content
to be with like-minded souls,
Beatniks, blues and jazzmen
breathing the same rarified air...
Sunday 30th December 2018 11:00 pm
Also by Chris Bainbridge:Tempted | Donor |
Sunday 30th December 2018 9:21 pm
Also by Lucas B. Foley:sound I | Preface (2008) | first | new | rise | more | peach | rate | turn | embed | everything | layer | race | night | about | away | purpose | however | ear | pen | ocean | Miles From | Subtle Upsides | The End, Again | Charcoal Motorcade Profile | black harsh blue | Crescent |
The Inner Sprawl
A morass wallowing in its own destiny
faces of anguish,vacant, lost in a
conundrum of terrestial confusion
Eagerly in pursuit and pursued
driven by all that should be detested
yet now set upon a pedestal of glory
A beggar with dog of adoring eyes
blue smoke wafts his presence to passers by
Some ignore to rush with bated breath
others bewildered ...
Sunday 30th December 2018 7:36 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Undercurrents | Banks | Nocturnal Incarceration | The Non Event |
Never let Haters Define you by the box they create for you! They persecute you because they FEAR you and your Greatness!
She crawls on self-defeat
with her sore bare feet.
Jagged cracks play on tiles;
i deem them infantile.
Reflections of old wake
as memories overtake
the waterfall of tears
which draws oh so near.
Waves of empty promises
splash against thi...
Sunday 30th December 2018 7:32 pm
Also by Poetikaly Anointed:The Nativity Told Poetikaly |
When school was up I ran to the gate,
I was very young and it was winter rain
And I had forgotten my coat.
I was hungry and waiting, searching every face,
Like one of those little dogs left on the motorway.
One by one the mothers collected their children and took them home.
I was left standing by the gate alone.
Trying to make every stranger's face into he...
Sunday 30th December 2018 4:21 pm
Also by Hannah Collins:To The Sea | The Three Sisters |
'Like he said you get small and you can see yourself and you tell yourself he needs to go to sleep yeah he needs to go to sleep he needs to shut his eyes and relax before he can feel how small he is and how big his pulse is, creeping like spiders across his psyche, his unconscious world pulled tight like babyskin, shaking him awake under the sting of panic over phantoms that were never there.
Sunday 30th December 2018 3:31 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:Svarmr (12/30/2018) | 0813 (12/16/2018) | 0552 (12/11/2018) |
Then let it be so,
If this is what you have chosen.
If you have given all
Only to give it up;
If your lips have lied a thousand times,
Then all of this was never light.
And don't tell me that they didn't,
Don't tell me that it was,
Because if that was truly what you believed,
You wouldn't have been able to say goodbye to me.
Your choice screams loud,
The most dea...
Sunday 30th December 2018 2:21 pm
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Miserable. | (untitled) | River | Christmas Eve | Bullets |
It soothes it calms
and helps us to reflect
It’s been around for many years
No needles to inject
A wonder of the world
Not the opium of the people
but can be addictive
none the less
In many a crisis it is used
In hospitals or prisons
Suitable from the very young
to those growing old or wizened
It’s suggested if we’re fe...
Sunday 30th December 2018 2:19 pm
Also by Fred Varden:I only work for the council AUDIO | ‘At Christmas time with bells on’ AUDIO | 🎄At Christmas Timewith Bells on!!🎄 | Virus Alert! | ‘The Scimitar’ | ‘Transfixed’ | The Ostentatious Mr Glitz | If These Things | Hope Valley | I’m not a celebrity | ‘PARLIAMENT’ | Friend or Foe? |
There is immense value
within each one of us
that is cumulatively enriched
when we share with each other.
But when it comes to giving,
sadly we hold back
in the pretext of protecting ourselves
and then ironically wonder
where has the goodness of this world gone?
It takes wisdom to realise
and courage to admit
that what you have accumulated
Sunday 30th December 2018 1:45 pm
Also by Larissa Pereira:Connectedness | Break away |
A Black Red Rose stood in a sparkling vase
As the sun shone through, the water glowed of wine
The thorns surrounded the stem like green lace
Everyone stopped to admire her beauty and strength
Her intricate accents that were enhanced by the sunshine
A curvy, longated stem with length
One day a petal slowly to the ground fell
Than another followed, making a line
Sunday 30th December 2018 1:09 pm
Also by Cassandra Magan:Appreciation | Isabel |
Though we never touched,
how is it that you had me unzipped?
Words danced between us like a duel,
sparks flying as our minds tousled and interlocked.
Ideas expressed with passion heated the air and excited the particles between us,
gathering energy and pace so that all those in our wake struggled to keep up.
Together we generated a Supernova of white light,
too pure to sully with lust or th...
Sunday 30th December 2018 12:40 pm
Also by Kate G:Big deal | Love, uncomplicated | Missing | Continental drift | Home is where the heart is | Playlist | Ethel's Place | Bleeding out |
“Wot you looking at?
I can sit ‘ere if I want -
This ain’t the bleedin’ Champs Elysees
an wot if I did take off me knickers
It’s an hot day innit
An’ anyhow ‘e made me put me knee up
to hide me parts
They’re all talk anyhow these philosophers
they don’t reckon us girls -
(I can paint tooy’know)
’an ’course we’re impressed
anyone who can talk for an hour
Sunday 30th December 2018 12:12 pm
Also by Alan Travis Braddock:To the New Year | Poor Bloody Infantry | Escape velocity | Graptolite | Beetle | Gods et. |
I feel like I'm here all alone
There's people here beside me
I know they don't love me
I'm just a wallflower listening to the conversations
If I fade into my mind I'll find hate
Not for anyone here but just myself
I'm in the city of drug addicts
Broken and all alone
I've overdosed myself on love
Now I'm paying that the price in blood
I could get addicted to drugs
That wouldn't fi...
Sunday 30th December 2018 3:26 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Silent and Patient | Space Cowboy 15 Coffee Shop Blues | A Sign of Love | Look At Me | ｔｈｅｓａｄｄｅｓｔｏｆｂｏｙｓ | Words of The Waiting Man 25 ( Drunk, Lonely and Emotional.) | Words of The Waiting Man 24 | A Word From Our Sponsors Today | No Strings Attached | I Won't Love Again | Growing Weary | Midnight Cafe Dreams | Echoes |
held her self still.
recalling her face yet
that with my mouth
I forced the enquiry,
and argued the pressing
to her lips
Like those wants
of wishes sated
we had with marbled hurt
turned one back
against the other,
that was forever
like the past
both of us
Sunday 30th December 2018 1:18 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Persephone | Then 19 | Nietzsche Declared | Word Smith | Cocktails for who? | What lay between |
I gave you three pennies
that one winter’s morn
when the dancing had finished
and we felt so forlorn.
The first for that kiss
when we were first lovers
ne’er to be broken
lying snug under covers.
The second for our child
for one oh so fair
a cherished little treasure
but not long for this air.
The third for hearts broken
no healing can mend
Sunday 30th December 2018 1:14 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Eternal Relief | A chariot bringing good news | Lark song | Ghosts of the past | Naked | No Silence | Wanderings |
How we love those Christmas songs
That take us where the heart belongs
And happy days that go so fast
Recalling a past we'd love to last.
But as the festive days recede
And we look to where our lives will lead
Each in our own way - with cheer or tear
Says hello to a brand new year.
So - raise a toast - and raise a smile
And reach out over many a mile
Sunday 30th December 2018 12:31 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:HIGH WHITE CLOUDS | CHRISTMAS SNOW - sung by Marcie Summers (bless her memory). | WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND - a seasonal carol/song | 'ALLO 'ALLO | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a seasonal re-post | DEVON LANE | SIBLING SENTIMENT - a Saturday theme poem | REMEMBERING HARRY O'NEIL | MOVE IT! - a Saturday theme poem | TESTING TIMES - a Saturday "theme" poem |
When the moon wanes
and shadows cast; long and deep
When the soul billows bleak
to the fatigued of life
I will breath for you
as you turn frail and fall
like autumn leaves
I will love you all the more
Saturday 29th December 2018 10:02 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Gaze of time | Black roses | succubus |
Is another day
Built on longings
With the satisfaction
Of a life delivered
Free from torment
On a raceway
Paved with roses
Floating through time
Making every day
Saturday 29th December 2018 4:00 pm
Also by Bruce Levine:Christmas Wishes | Christmas Images | Snezes and Wheezes | Poem | Picasso | The Road of Love |
That the poisoned become the poison
is all too often true,
their embrace pre-laced with toxin
their intention to imbue.
Subversively soft and gentle
oft with wit and guile,
they're the demons of invention
they'll skewer you with a smile.
They are innocent of malice
as they bathe you in their light,
there's salvation in ...
Saturday 29th December 2018 10:48 am
Also by Wolfgar:What Sea Shells See | Blustering Buffoons | Hymn to hypocrisy | Stoic? | Variable Morality | Bats | Put the leaves back on the trees | Angel | Mother |
Location! Location! Location! It’s a mantra
the upwardly mobile intone,
who have set up shop elsewhere –
catchpenny merchants with tricks up sleeves,
purveyors of pleasures and deals.
On a street where ripples of boom
and bust have long since subsided
beneath the tide of failure
the footfall of ‘three day millionaires’
kept all the rest in business.
Saturday 29th December 2018 10:07 am
Also by David Cooke:A Waldorf Salad |
You think that time would make it easier and maybe I'd just forget.
I still think about that day often but I'm starting to think about it less.
I don't know if I should feel guilty because you're not always on my mind.
Or maybe that's just what happens when you've been gone such a long time.
I do wonder if you'd be proud of me and the things that I've done.
Would you tell me that you're happy...
Saturday 29th December 2018 7:18 am
Also by Nick:Vasovagal Syncope. |
I've not been on long for a while
My hearts been broken for a while
My feelings have been taken to trial
But I've been thinking a while
So many people around me but feeling lonely
I'm a mother but sometimes it's hard to find me
Some times I just long for trust
Not many peoples wishes but I'm begging I must
Unload my troubles
To some people I could be speaking just bu...
Friday 28th December 2018 10:34 pm
It's not just the plunge
it's walking BLIND
No one to hold my hand
no one to understand
my need to know
so I can go
the best way for me
for my pain
I do not mean to
I'm just starting
this journey late...
By Lynn Hahn
Friday 28th December 2018 8:01 pm
Also by lynn hahn:THINK AGAIN | MR TAX MAN | THE RED HAIRED ANGEL | WOOF WOOF |
We’d gone to watch it in a pub near Durham in April of last year. We’d taken a cottage for the weekend to celebrate my 65th. Jayce had been mortified. It was the weekend of the big match and all his friends and family had got tickets to Wembley to watch it. But we’d phoned the pub up and they’d assured us it would be on the big screen. So we went.
The bar was almost empty when we arrived b...
Friday 28th December 2018 6:36 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE OFFICE CHRISTMAS DO | STUPID WOMAN | AND SO THIS IS BREXIT | THE GOVERNESS | GIVE THE DOG A BONE | RUNNING SCARED | THUMBS UP! | KEN DODD'S DOG'S DAD'S DIED | UP THE ARSE 2 |
It's easier to believe
I am a child of the most high God
than to live a life of despair.
It's easier to believe
everything happens for a reason
than to question fate.
It's easier to believe
love is everywhere
than to give in to hate.
It's easier to believe
than remain a victim.
It's easier to believe
in abundant blessings
than mounting problems.
It's easier ...
Friday 28th December 2018 5:30 pm
Also by Vautaw:Connections | Quill | My Muse |
Because I can no longer kiss you
no longer feel your skin
beneath my fingers
or hear you in the night
Because I can no longer call you
no longer sound your name
beneath my breath
or hear you whisper soft
Because I could not stop time passing
could not return time's sand
beneath its glass
or heal the wounds of time
Because I could not hold you here
could yet y...
Friday 28th December 2018 2:18 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:And so this is eX Ministerial Accord Season | The Ghost of Christmas Passed | The Siren | The Love Token | Conversation in a Harbour Cafe | The Scribe and his Lover | Colourblind |
It started so tentatively.
Arms reaching awkwardly,
a frisson of fear until
her arms respond.
A nervous coming together of lips,
which then part
to allow a hesitant foray
past the confines of teeth.
as tongues begin to twine,
at first timidly,
then with increasing confidence.
Gradually, the embrace becomes tighter,
yet more comfortable,
Friday 28th December 2018 1:50 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Theresa May Not | Heartache | Christmas Is Coming | Twitter Twit |
I didn’t really understand what you meant
When you said you saw a family picnicking
And they were happier than you,
Even though I felt it must be true.
And when you said you were happier than I was,
I knew you weren’t actually speaking to me,
But I decided to stay miserable
Just so your poem would always be true.
Friday 28th December 2018 9:23 am
Also by Randy Horton:Christmas Rap | Advice for Nonbelievers | Another Train Song | Salutations for Sally | Close to the Flames |
It's 2 o clock in the morning, soon 3 then 4!
It's a cold, cold night and the rain does pour.
I'm not as young as I was, but a job to be done.
As I pack away the famous Knotty Ash drum.
The moggy skin coat I lay across the back seat.
Dicky Mint sits quietly, another show complete.
These times can be hard, but please hear this.
The day will come when these times I will miss.
Friday 28th December 2018 9:22 am
We hold them until the joy
Runs out of their faces
And they give up
Any notion of escape
They walk around timidly
Mouthing what we drill into them
Without too much stuttering
A few are more difficult
To break we defer to
The more experienced amongst us
To show us the advanced techniques
Of course we are constantly
Monitored so any sign of sympathy
Thursday 27th December 2018 4:18 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Nudes | Comfortable | Your Blue Period | Academia | Thank You | What if tomorrow comes? | Tonight | This Winter | The war on people | Dual Diagnoses | I become more difficult |
Merry Christmas to me!
In the wee hours of the mellow moon
That shines like a keyhole to Heaven
I have a belly once more that 'knows'
Its God-given design -
To receive my food
And de-construct it
With purpose unparalleled
Re-constructing those elements
That nurture my physical body
Leaving my brain, my 'soul'
To thrive in their own esoteric sph...
Thursday 27th December 2018 2:01 pm