Poetry Blogs (Jul 2018)
Popcorn sweet and butter toffee
Costing more than a gallon of coffee
Whatever happened to the penny chew?
We used to share between me and you?
A kiss or two on the back row
Would give our cheeks a rosy glow
But now before we even get in
We’ve nothing left, bereft and skint!
Tuesday 31st July 2018 11:58 pm
Also by Fred Varden:I’ll Take That! | The Extra Terrestrial Poets | It’s hard to stop (audio) | Truth and Lies (audio) | Virtual Unreality (audio) | POSITIVITY |
(I am trying to recapture the form that saw my magnum opus "Upskirting" removed from WOL. This seems to me to be equally offensive but was approved for posting once already in 2013. Perhaps WOL was a little more sympathetic to irony then).
As you approach twenty-one
Get out there and start to have fun
But before you start kissing
It’s time you should listen
To a father’s advi...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 11:47 pm
Also by John Coopey:GILLY | LITTLE RABBIT FOU FOU | EAST FIFE 4 FORFAR 5 | A SONG OF PATRIOTIC PREJUDICE (Pt 2) | MINOR SIN | UPSKIRTING | UPSKIRTING | OUR GERT KNOWS BEST | HEY, RAFA! LEAVE YOUR CRACK ALONE | I HAD A DREAM | THANK ‘EAVENS FOR TOTTENHAM’S BOYS | NEVER TELL THE GODS YOUR PLANS |
Last Friday I decided to kill myself
I thought - what's the point?
We're not happy
We're always arguing
I'm fed up feeling miserable all the time
Its not going to get any better
so I might as well end it all
But it's got to be done properly
so yesterday I took a load of pills
slit my wrists then hung myself
So that was it, I was brown bread
But then I tho...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 11:27 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:The Tempest | Diddley dee diddley dum | SHOCK HORROR!!! Fun Bus Crashes | Boldly Going Where No Man Has Gone Before | No Spitting, No Gouging | Mrs Maryon's Holiday | El Hotel | Three Lions on the Shirt | The Line Call | The Thai Boys | Women May Not Get This | Taking a Cat on Holiday? | Penalty Shootout | The Fietser Returns |
Walking down this endless road,
Never knowing which way to go.
Each path seems dark,
harder than the last,
constantly hiding from the past.
I try to find the strength to move on,
But each time I do, you still want to have
your fun. When will it sink in?
You will never win.
I’m done playing,
You might think you’re staying.
Truth is you’re as temp...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 9:40 pm
Also by Hayley Taylor:Man Versus Marlin | 'F' the FDA | The torture of the Heart | Not alone | We wish you a British Summer | The demons that only I knew | Friends of many faces | The unspoken rules of tidiness | Make sure you don't have it | Fingerprints on our Souls | One Step Closer |
I’m trying not to miss you
But each thought fails to pass without you
I saw you in my dream
And wondered if it was even true
Till I woke up and realised
That you were not here
Though I wished you were
Everything seems to have disappeared
And all I can see is your little smile
Amidst all the plays and tears
I feel like it’s been a while
Since we played an...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 7:26 pm
Also by Tahira Rehman:Mirage new version |
wars horrific stories
continue going back to page one
in the minds of old soldiers.
Cruelty prepares each new path
for them to re-enter the madness
where brotherly ghosts wait
trying to smile with torn faces
trying to wave without hands
yet remaining as hauntingly close as ever
to the living.
They who once were new victims
marching the cratered r...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 6:57 pm
Pansophy they said form a different time
with a distinctive design.
Who would know of such,
to teach the arts of many gifts
one doesn't have to know this.
Wondering about the fragments of relativity
a moment offered for embellished wits
a worth of distant morality.
Humbling treats for ears that listen
Tuesday 31st July 2018 4:46 pm
Also by David Irvine:Into the Fire |
that our feelings could be heard
like droplets of rain
on the rooftop of our love.
I wonder if verses
would smooth into chorus,
or if thunder, too heavy a bassline,
should weigh out our sound.
What sort of song we'd create,
I could not say.
And when its rhythm breaks,
what kind of mess
would become in our beds?
Would we get lost
in tossing an...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 4:09 pm
Also by psylentskog:"No Words" |
A dry throat
a shaky leg
pains in my arm
a lump in my throat
playing with the zipper
on my tattered old coat
people buzzing around
a friend in the ear
things will be okay
terror is rising
a sweat covered fear
clammy hands rubbing together
will this go or is it forever
home now home
you can make it dizzy
inside can you take this
Tuesday 31st July 2018 3:59 pm
I know the melody that runs within,
flooding over the arid land,
I know the whispers that left her footsteps,
Making one after another castles of sand.
Oh Time ! I feel your Snickers
that haunts me day and night,
Yet the touch never fades
Nerver fades her first sight.
I can't my sell my love
In the balance of her refusal
What I got is a treasure unending,
Tuesday 31st July 2018 2:53 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Written In a moment of Crisis | Camphor | Heart Roast |
He looks good
from a distance
not so much
the women all say
he is a catch though
because he knows the words
to all them country songs
and after all
what women want
a guy who knows
the right words.
Tuesday 31st July 2018 2:39 pm
Also by d.knape:Love Reduced | Cat Food | WORK | 3 CATS | High & Low | Why Do Hummingbirds Hum | Plastic Flamingo | Thoughts | Two Poets | Audio/Miserable | Cicada Summer | WEST TEXAS | Sahara Sand | Underfoot | Crayon Clouds | Comparing Zebras | Undocumented Poems | Under Questioning | The Day The Fish Died | Leaving A Lasting Depression | Click Here | On Writing Poetry | The Celts |
Flustered when you're around
Just your presence intoxicates me
Call me a love sick puppy
And I'll be the one to readily accept it
I know I'm just a shadow of yours
You tower my frame by a good few inches
But in the end of the day I'm just one of your worshippers
Finally took notice of my petite figure
Losing your bad boy vibe, open up your gates
A fire shot in the far di...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 2:19 pm
Also by ASHLEY ROGERS:WHERE YOU BELONG... | FREEDOM | HIGH SCHOOL : MY NIGHTMARE | BAGGY SHIRTS AND NERDY GLASSES | DANCING FLAMES |
She smells like the smoke she consumes everynight,
She looks a bit hopeless but she does have hope inside,
She lives with the dead monsters who creeps her at night,
But she knows one day she will kill the monsters of light.
She knows, one day she will definitely smile...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 2:18 pm
The tapestry of the mind
Filled with golden threads
Like the orbits in the universe
Tuesday 31st July 2018 1:34 pm
Also by Bruce Levine:The Dogma of Grief | The yellow light of dawn | Gentle Breezes | Building a Bridge | The Lake | You And I | I Look At The Sea | The Ages of Time | Morning | That Is The Question | Woody Allen Movies | The Land of the Living Dead | The Tree of Life | An Empty Life | A Profound Sadness | Times Remembered | A Book | Utopia | One Last Time | A Boat in a Tree | The Town Crier of Comics | Clouds | And The Making of New Memories | The Music of Time | To Start Another Day | Academia | Lydia | The Quest (complete) | The 4th of July |
Upon a Bed of Biting that a Flea was occupying,
a Woman and a tasty-looking Poet were a-lying.
The Poet never heard the Flea arriving with a leap,
as he chattered at the Woman, as she tried to get some sleep,
and the Fearless Flea was sated when he'd fed upon the two
(and their juices mixed inside him, which is more than she would do).
The Fearless Flea has fallen! for the Woman struck him d...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 12:55 pm
with a souls appetite
that consummates all that is beautiful
I watch the horizons slow announcement
soon will its golden tide descend
flooding hills and valleys
swaddling all that has been freed
are being married once more
to peaceable gifts.
This is heaven
Tuesday 31st July 2018 10:57 am
Also by Rose Casserley:a discussion with my new P.C. | growing pains | well remembered sounds | is it me or has the world gone to sleep? | me about me |
Charities and the church
The two bodies we should most respect
Are only interested in reputation
Not in the people they should protect.
They hide and conceal
Crimes so heinous we all deplore
Women raped, children abused
Victims too scared to report to the law.
I hold my head and weep a river
For humanity and its darkest shame
How can we stoop so low
Tuesday 31st July 2018 8:49 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Education 'Wild West' | The human race | Would or wouldn't? | Ghostly Way | 'My' lavender | So inattentive and so frail |
The modest businessman
There was a man who opened up an elegant shop
selling beautiful Italian shoes but few people came.
Why don`t people come to my shop,
Did he ask?
You have to advertise your shop in the papers or
print leaflets and hand them around,
What about words of mouth, he asked?
That will only reach your family, they can`t go on
buying shoes especially si...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 8:40 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :the heroine | heat wave | newspapers | overcome by sorrow | haikuish | moderen man and machinery | the people of Utopia | our collaboration | the starving masses | old man sings the blues | bombing raid | poets and religion | a voyage to Greenland | the murderous garden | once upon a time | the merchant fleet | vanishing flowers | alove story to | appreciative | ethnicity |
You say a little too much,
And I think a little too much;
Jumping to my own
Stone to stone.
Like a floor of lava,
But I’m the only one who gets burned
Tuesday 31st July 2018 2:35 am
Ferris, you're a beast.
Tuesday 31st July 2018 1:51 am
I had the whole damn world
I watched it shatter underneath my feet
Now I'm lost in the underbelly of who I used to be
What do I have left when the hurt is gone
You were always my better half
I let my insecurities take you away
I tried to tell you how I felt but it would never come out right
Firefly I wish I got to open up before you left
Am not giving up on you
I'm just growing numb...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 1:26 am
Also by Damon Blackery:Space Cowboy 9 Proxy Opus | Chronic Disease | Access Colors | Firefly//Nicotine High | Firefly// Tumblr Pick Up Lines | Violet (0) Prelude To Space Cowboy | Space Cowboy 8 Violet Moon | Space Cowboy 7 The Great Depression | Jump | Gotta Keep It In | Letter To Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 15 | No Purpose | Grandma | Not Letting Go (lyrics) | Happy Ending (lyrics this is a song) | Firefly// Have Faith In Me | Firefly Vs Hollow kid | Firefly// Friday the 13th | Firefly// Cobblestone Kisses | The Hollow// Death To Space Cowboy and Bebop Samurai | On My Own | Illithid// The Mind of Martyr | Space Cowboy 6 Sanity Mountain | Illithid//A Moment of Surrender | Firefly// The First Rule of Love Is You Don't Talk About Love | Nightmare | Firefly// Purple Flavored Apples | Intelligence Versus Brainwashing | Swallowing Dirt | Hauntingly Dissolving Rain | You Should've Killed Me Before The Family Reunions | Firefly//Colin Told Me That His Title Was Longer Than Me So I Had To Make A Title Longer Than His PS Do You All Like Cookies? Also This Is Tomorrow's Poems I Will Not Have One Tomorrow Cause They Take Me A Day To Make. | Samurai Bebop 5 If Silver Bullets Don't Work We Can Always Use Holy Water | Laying In Ammonia |
The neck of the wine cracked open
And I thought I’d better join them
But I didn’t
Instead I looked in or dipped my toes into
Or faced a discrimination so many had done before
As our taxi rolled in “the Keg” was letting loose
Those just out of school to fight over a woman
Or beat themselves up
I fiddled with the cash machine, as if on the edge of a war zone...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 1:22 am
Also by David R Mellor:Swan Song | "Dating In A State" |
Sorry for the length, but I wrote this after something that happened to one of my students a few days ago. It's the first thing I've written in a long time that is probably a song.
With acknowledgements to John Lennon
I see your tears falling
It really breaks my heart
I know right now you believe
Your world just fell apart
You can’t see through the darkness
The next move ...
Tuesday 31st July 2018 12:17 am
Also by Becky Who:Contradictions | The beautiful game |
Rhymer to Rhymer
Rhymer to rhymer
Doing what it should
Rhyming a greeting
Rhymer to rhymer
I like playing round
With all the rhyming
Meters I've found
Rhymer to rhymer
Pull words from your sack
Metronome use them
To reach me, rhyme back
Rhymer to rhymer
Make yourself known
Beat with me using
Tuesday 31st July 2018 12:14 am
Also by Don Matthews:FUN BUS Trip to Alliteration Contest Don M vs Brian M | FUN BUS HQ to WOL HQ Re Fake News | Let Him Rid Your Bumps....Ribbit | Let Him Rid Your Bumps.....Ribbit | FUN BUS Trip to Don's Little Toe | FUN BUS HQ to WOL HQ | Struggling For a Title | When a Barb Becomes an Insult to Intelligence | I'm Watching My Mind Ride a See-Saw | Did You Miss Our FUN BUS Launch? You Can Still Catchup | WOL's Bright 'n' Breezy Fun Bus Launch | If You Wanna Make a Friend | Vandalism with Vegemite | Never Mess Round With a Rhymer Joyti | We Have a Brain in our Bum | Thankyou Alan Poe | I'm No William Shakespeare | Hey, What? Brian's Gone Looking For Gina | Unleash Your Mind | Build and Destroy | Trumps Planned Visit to UK | The Lions Den (dark, but true) | There's Too Much Gloom, Depression Written on Our Site | Frances Can't You Hear Us? | Shit. Excuse Expletive | Gosh Gee | I'm Sorry. This Fucking Mess is Upsetting Me | Where Are All the Froggies? | Hey...What?...Bugga |
And then one day
The earth cracked.
From the depths of the earth
The devil rose.
He tore everything to shreds.
Nothing was left after the dust settled.
I sat in terror as I waited
For god to ascend from the heavens.
But on this day
He was no where to be found.
Monday 30th July 2018 7:32 pm
Also by Mykail Robinson:Oneirataxia |
Tight jaw, grinding thoughts of plans
Pulsating, he maps today as overlays of yesterday
And so stubbornly, he assumes his positionality
As if written by an attentive God, he occupies all the space on the table, selfishly
Rolled out, he once again opens the paper, rearranges the dots, scans the memory
He figures the plot and he shifts the lines further, draws in his thoughts
Caged in, the b...
Monday 30th July 2018 7:19 pm
Also by Rachel Mhlongo:A seasonal romance- Part 3 | A seasonal romance- Part 2 | A seasonal romance |
Last night a shadow came to me.
Linked arms and took me on a journey.
It took me to places I didn't want to go.
It whispered things I didn't want to know.
A soft pillow brushing my arm.
Its smothering presence had me alarmed.
Shadow why do you want me?
Are there secrets you want me to see?
We walk side by side.
There is nowhere I can hide.
I shake my arm.
Try to brush...
Monday 30th July 2018 5:45 pm
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:Wordsmith | Strength | That Conversation | What's all this about rhyming? | Solitude | Extract from Shhhh!!!! We Don't Talk About That | Under The Stairs | Extract from Shhhh!!!! We Don't Talk About That | Mask |
We Are Humans
AFTER MUCH PROMISES, SO MANY TRUST ON THEM
WE MADE THEM WHO THEY ARE, THEY PROMISED TO BE LEADERS YET ENDED UP BEING RULERS
RELIABILITY BECAME LIABILITY.
THE QUEST FOR MONEY BECAME HIGH
THE PRICE FOR IT BECAME TIGHT
WEIRD BECAME THE LAND
HUMANS BECAME PREY LEFT ALONE
TO FIGHT FOR LIFE, LIGHT, WATER, ROADS,
RELIABILITY BECAME LIABILITY.
ROASTED SMELLS ...
Monday 30th July 2018 3:55 pm
I have a youtube rendition by Dave Nachmanoff who plays, sings and wrote the tune at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1biOUBhYm6Y
I wrote the poem and had the idea of the tune 33 years ago but never got round to the song due to not being musical. My daughter and her friend kindly acted the younger couple!
Mondays are mundane
and I wouldn’t choose Tuesdays too,
Monday 30th July 2018 3:01 pm
As I pull through in the misty fog,
Everywhere is blurry
But the forefront.
I put my backpack on my back,
I open it,
Let the trash drop.
One by one
The trash drops,
As I steadily gaze at the forefront,
Fully immersed on this present moment,
To bring me all I love and need,
Fully immersed on this present moment,
To unfold my path and destiny.
Monday 30th July 2018 12:00 pm
Also by Danny G.:Needy for Love (Poem) | Future Changes With Perspective (Poem) | I Forgive You Because (Poem) | Searching From the Core (Poem) | Despair Made Me Stronger (Poem) | Love is a Compass (Poem) | Worth in the Wrong Places (Poem) | True Love is Inevitable (Poem) |
I wrote this poem a few years ago but it seems right to post it today, the 200th anniversary of Emily Bronte's birth.
She walked the Moors,
Her beloved Moors.
Her hair, long, black and tangled.
She gathered heather
For she loved the wild heather that grew there
And would only return to the house at night.
Her head was filled with a million dreams,
Thousands of wor...
Monday 30th July 2018 10:11 am
Also by Hannah Collins:Stalker ! | The Guitar Man | Isolation | The Collar |
To have the heart of an artist, one doesn't need the hands of an artist, only the ability to see beauty in flaw. To see cracks for their character, rather than their weakness. To find poetry in the tears pouring from ones eyes. To see paintings in even the darkest depths of ones soul.
Monday 30th July 2018 8:34 am
Also by Cheyenne:Run |
Today I realized something a lot of people go out of their way to hurt a single individual but it seems as though the way I've lived my life and every day that I fought this addiction I've learned to adapt and now not only does the single individual that I desire to downfall fall I've learned to observe things take the time to notice the small details of everything that surround me in my life so n...
Monday 30th July 2018 7:34 am
Also by Knight In Black Armor:Questions | Why? 😖 | Love? |
Why do they think it’s the Norm . To have had an education . Some people don’t have the Health , Money or Means of all . The Ideology to even know how to be able to think about an Education . With their way of life an education doesn’t come into it . Some Educated think they know all . But some have no idea if put to the test . Most workers are looked on as the Backbone and Some Educated have no...
Monday 30th July 2018 7:10 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Amongst The Shadows | Walk Away Mrs May | Keep Your Children Close | A Yorkshire Attitude | Respect | Thailand | Donald Trump | Suffering Children |
They both said "I love you"
but now they're not so sure
Their minds are playing tricks
their hearts are not so pure
Suspecting they're not in love
they live each day in shame
Life has become a routine
to which they're both to blame
Time continues to pass
leaving everything the same
Memories are fading fast
what a dreadful shame
Monday 30th July 2018 6:56 am
Also by Jane Briganti:Home | A Marriage Ended | Feel the Rhythm | Our Children | Love or Lust | A Blink of An Eye | A Man and A Woman | An Alliteration Attempt | In the Name of Love | Rainbow | Someone New | Despicable Brute |
everyday she feels more apart from the world.
i think she's found love. i just don't believe that he will be enough.
he truly loves her. how can she break his heart like that?
she says she's here. yet so far away.
i try to understand her.
but don't know what to say.
she doesn't think she belongs anywhere. she is so lost.
i think of ways to help, but sh...
Monday 30th July 2018 4:53 am
Also by yajaira:Consuming Thoughts | Father | Freedom | Weak | HONESTY |
An August poem with moths
Buzzing around the oil lamps
On the maestro's writing desk
He flicks through his well thumbed
Collection of erotic
Prints. His wife thinks he is writing.
He isnt. His mind has moved far away
To when he walked the streets of London
And bought a fuck for half-a-crown
The clouds followed, massing like soldiers
And now his study & recrea...
Sunday 29th July 2018 10:44 pm
Also by John E Marks:The Incidentals | Mary Stuart | No guide, No hero | Sepsis | Ruin | A ladder to the stars | Summer Eve |
"I love you," I said
closing the gap of years -
"I love you too," she said.
We walked holding hands
celebrating her two replacement hips.
Hospitals split you up,
cleave you with fears;
such a routine part of life - and yet,
you think of the anaesthetic and the knife.
Today it all works out,
I squeeze her hand.
She talks of moisturizers,
I the airbrus...
Sunday 29th July 2018 9:43 pm
Also by ray pool:RECONCILIATION | LEARNING THE PIANO | THE OLD FELLAS | THE OLD FELLAS | NAMEDROPPER | RICTUS GRINS AND STRAIGHT FACES | BYE BYE BLACKBIRD | LONELY RACONTEUR | AT THE A & R | STANDING UP FOR VERA |
On a high wire she balances with
strong legs - a sturdy foundation.
Big toes grip the metal string
feeling her way along the fine line.
In moments of uncertainty, legs shake
as balance compromised, waving
steady arms straight out, knowing if
she fails, the safety net will wrap secure.
Sky Dancer isn’t scared of the landing,
she’s terrified of the fall......
Sunday 29th July 2018 7:30 pm
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Trapeze | Anniversary | Raindrops | First Performance | David Cooke's 'After Hours' | "These single socks seem to think I have nothing better to do than run a dating agency for them." | ‘Every revolution needs a soundtrack.’ |
I skin my knees
I cry the tears
Of a hungry gull
I am picked up
I am fed
Rocked with natural nurtured words
Cooing and soothing
The maternal words
Calming my fractured sounds
And I feel safe
And I am held
A mother’s wings surround me
Empty headed curses
Cheers and jeers breathed over me...
Sunday 29th July 2018 4:44 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Bored | Bucket spades and ice cream days |
we were sat around the table discussing things that matter like global warming and politics when I suddenly became very aware that I was there which might sound funny but sometimes you can be somewhere but not really be in the moment just be inhabiting the space physically but this time I was really there my body my mind my spirit all in line all attuned to the conversation to the feel of the lea...
Sunday 29th July 2018 4:19 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:what it was |
Storm, Sunday 29th July 2018 (The first of the seaside poems)
Awmygawd! The heavens above
have opened. The great British
summer is conforming to stereotype
with a storm blowing hard like
a rampant Essex girl.
24 hours in a tent, in a
raging wind, with booming gusts
driving horizontal rain in fast -
like a boy racer. So wet that
you can’t swerve it.
Sunday 29th July 2018 3:47 pm
Also by Darren J Beaney:Museum of Death | Lessons in life and death | The cadaver | The same old dance | Hideous discoveries | What is in my shoebox? | Ghosts from the past (by appointment only) | Leave your lashes here | All at sea |
I must away
and go now
and clear the
mess I've made
I must bend down
and reach for
the words with
once I played.
Words and image Tommy Carroll
Sunday 29th July 2018 7:32 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Inference | Applause | Driving responsibly | The Astronomer's gaze |
Sunday, 29th July 2018
What do they forget?
instead simply state
that I must let
it simply to my fate
what had I dreamed about?
to know and talk about
My feelings and sentiments
but he showed no interest
was I venturing in the wrong direction?
his actions spoke directly with his inaction
to realize what I was all for?
and what was th...
Sunday 29th July 2018 4:29 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Upper hand | Does the Poem Hunter do? | Takes away ashes | Share it | View her | Give me back | Wait for the rainy dews | No real freedom | Nice attempt | Love is a weapon | We were keen | No arrogance | Dead hearts | With the zeal | Lotus movement | An anxiety over | You alone | Nature reacts | Ignorance about | Selfless love | Poetry plays role | With flowers in | No Mr. Sherif no | Form of purity | Directly from the heaven | Illegal settlements and politics | Introduction of a new scene | Swargadapi gariacy* | Wise mann | May grant | Play the role | No violence | Matures with | Pray daily and | So precious | Make people | Inner conflict |
There is a clearing of energy
And on this day
When the rain trickles thick
Down my window pane,
I think of you.
Wonder what you are doing.
On a day such as this,
Wonder if you think of me
The flowers are happy now
If only we could be too
In each others company,
For a while
To hold you in my smile again...
Sunday 29th July 2018 12:09 am
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Cold morning /2 | Cold morning | Wait for me /2 | Wait for me | Wait for me | Pathways | Butterfly Poem/early mornings |
I don't know the names of these flowers...
but wait, that is the road back.
I found myself here when I forgot
the royal road and the mission.
Camouflaged, a cat brushed past stems
certain of an afternoon's handful of things,
one being- these flowers reject names.
I'm pleased to know just so much
as some darting creature bound for rest
when the closing sky suggests rain.
A flock l...
Saturday 28th July 2018 9:46 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Lot Of Us | The Poem: | Sonnet |
its really sad to feel that
no matter what you do
it will never be enough
never enough to fit in
never enough for him
never enough to be that girl
or just never enough
most of the time you get that
from a look or a smile
that always reminds you
of the place you are in
well to the bitch who
looked at me now
with a superiority laugh
well your perfect body...
Saturday 28th July 2018 6:28 pm
Also by racha:ground | catching surprises | talking to a brick wall | What it takes to love | Wondering eyes | the trap | New eyes | runing games | a play | special conversation | A BEING OF GLASS | reflection |
Spoils of war fill the floor with gilded noir
for America or the Ottomans,
Milk of lore still deplored with pilfered gore
and Cressida in the commons,
Lugged from the cart in the darkness
sent our way from the silence,
Love from the heart if the heart isn’t
heart-shaped in the slightest,
Mortals are burned and hung from the
Saturday 28th July 2018 4:47 pm
The lion of Africa is mechanical
A knock down engine
Left to rust
Break down to the apex
From one mechanic to another
They always promise to fix it
Get paid and extort us in return
Inflicts more damages
Heaps the faults on previous mechanics
The lion of Africa is mechanical
With quack mechanics
Stealing our tools and equipments
Always seeing a comp...
Saturday 28th July 2018 12:45 pm
Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:FAMILIAR STRANGERS | QUESTION | DISTINCTION | A TOKEN | A song for our youths | THE FIRST VICTIMS | PURPOSE IS DEFEATED | When it rains | CRASE MEN | MEN ON BLACK |
Books make visible the writer's soul
Which bleeds its angst by pen:
Spread thin across life's whited bowl
A thin red stain of madeleine
Books may offer us an author's eye
That ensnares the reader within its brail
Or should writers light the reader's sky
And tear apart the shadowy veil?
Books will hold the writer's thought
And bridge the gap twixt pen and read...
Friday 27th July 2018 2:49 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Cathedrals of Words  | C#1 | A Dark Night | Rain | ENDINGS | Succubus | Contrapuntal |