Poetry Blogs (Aug 2018)
Ive changed all the locks and the ways to my heart
Ive patched up the holes you tore all apart
Repainted the lies you captured me with
Remodeled my life from pain to pure bliss
I no longer miss you, I pity your soul
Ive worked long and hard to patch up these holes
The space is all new
I can rent it out
This space is all mine and what Im about
Your key will not work
Friday 31st August 2018 10:10 pm
Also by terra loop:I saw God today |
An old family tradition
Going To The Store for groceries
back in time every neighborhood
had a independent grocery
mom & pop
living over the store
kids stocking shelves
personalized meat market
bottles returned for 2cents
we knew the proprietors
by their first name
we knew their families
we grew up with them
the independent store on the corner
Friday 31st August 2018 5:06 pm
Also by d.knape:Slow Learner | Stale Bread | Stale Bread | West Texas Rhapsody | The Interview | Out Of Date | Something Fishy | The Visit | Rank Amateur | Timeshare | Write Out Loud | Useful Idiot | Goldfish | Butterfly Words | Hatched | Web Cookies | I Write Poetry | Water | Internet | Texts | A Love Poem | The Walking Dead | Mourning Dove | Mourning Dove | Texas Chickens | Corner Man | Something Important | If It's Broke, Fix It | The Wiggly Apostrophe | A Room Full Of Poets | GNU | Mistakes | When I Go |
Loving Aunties never moved
in case one day
the door might open
instead time marches on
welcome mat gathers dust
baby cousins enter life
not knowing his smile
the family left behind
still wait,still hope
ten years have passed
since being dropped off
in Manchester city centre
traveling to a hostel
for a few days
disappearing into thin air
no goodbye messa...
Friday 31st August 2018 4:51 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:We Stay Strong |
Ice in the wind this storm black night
Stings me awake
To walk the sodden way again.
Again this ex-communication
No black candles, no witches’ curses,
No lifting of the gloom
Just shivering in a room.
Imagining an iceflower
Shimmering in the heat
Of a living body
This genesis of the heart
‘we are not who we think we are’
A phoenix made in time ...
Friday 31st August 2018 4:48 pm
Also by John E Marks:Princess | Upward Over the Mountain | Regret | Children | Lies Denied | WIND-BLOWN | CRUSADER | MOZART | Salt made from tears | Last line missing | Orthodox Blues | Paralysis | Tommy | At Risk | The Alpha and Omega | The cloths of heaven | To the crags, where eagles soar | Moon, Moon |
The only way we can be together forever
is in the next life
I considered putting two bullets in the gun
poison in our drinks
run his f*****g wife over!
then we could have
the best of both worlds!
Friday 31st August 2018 1:03 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:2 tradesmen's love letters | reaping the inevitable marriage | shameful legacies | stillborn's substitute | ceremonial branding of an unsure virgin | this, our verdurous bed | rock of ecstasy | serial flitter | where have all the love-bites gone? | death of potentiality | considering the forthcoming funereal road to resurrection | woken by wankers! | persona non grata | please form an orderly queue! | this flesh, this love | brief excerpt from my darker experiences | man-scan! | mindful of Wuthering Heights | pitying but kindly critical homage to self-destroyers | Mother of an illegitimate | gatecrashers of the night | cranial graveyards | timeless opposites | on being a cloud |
"I am an insect and I live in the grass,
Terrified of being eaten at every blade that I pass.
I look out for spiders,nasty,evil and scary,
With numerous eyes,sharp fangs and feet that are hairy.
Pursued by a spider once I'm lucky to be still alive.
He was distracted by a fly,thankfully I did survive."
Spiders inspire fear like few animals will.
Lurking in webs lying ready...
Friday 31st August 2018 10:10 am
Also by hugh:A shock for Jock | The three wishes | Follow up to a dirty girl | Alcoholic Aid,but unfortunately a wee rejection | mildred | An examination twist | A bill con | A catastrophy | Anya | Dolly folly | A wee error | the smile on your face | So many ANTS! | A satisfaction nightmare | I made a mistake | 4-letter words! | Shell sequel | No wind in the Willows ! | The transfer of pain machine | Its fly day, the tenth of August | A sad wish | A tragedy in Jerusalem | It started with a sneeze | Don't drink and drive! | Football crazy | A little bit of flirt | It was difficult to digest what had happened | "White" said Fred | Read the lids | No milk to drink | How to console a poor cook after a catastrophy |
My poetry at times it does
Get me in such a mess
The grammar's bad the spelling wrong
A mess I must address
But this is not the mess I mean
This hits me from the rear
My verse it gains a sudden soul
And in my eye, a tear
It seems that I can have two messes
One in poetic script
The other on a deeper plane
Emotions getting ripped
Friday 31st August 2018 10:09 am
Also by Don Matthews:Drunk Fairy Grounded | FUN BUS Trip to BBC Archives : Pete and Dud | Bipolar Mania : An Example Of | Watcha Cooking Up Don? | Just Kill Me | A Good Stand-Up Comic | Balance | Princess Puss Goes to Yodel School | Bedazzle | House I Hear You Calling | Swissy Miss | The Festival of Britain 1951 For Those Who Can Remember | Oh Little Ant | Spike and I and the Factory of Human Daleks | My Premature Saturday Shorts Poem | My Neurons Are Going Away | Spelling Errors | Spike and I, and the School of Silliness | Brian, You Get Mind Muck-Ups ? | My Verse Is Quite Frustrated | FUN BUS: Celebrates National Hottie Day | WOL's New Rhymers Club | FUN BUS : Don Patents Our Bus | A Family That Kills Together |
cold is the loss
as strangers pass - within us
this emptiness - is all of you
bereft - is that smile I miss of you
that warmth, of brightness
so near was I - that moment of truth,
when I met your gaze
in reality, I lost - for love felt
was my insecurity
time has fallen as tears - ...
Friday 31st August 2018 8:41 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Liberté | The cello player | We’ll meet again | Breathless | The Opal of my eye |
Love Song From The Ledge
Craig James Ackerman
The crust has begun to form along the edges of my innocence.
Like a vinyl tablecloth at an old Italian restaurant.
Used to be bright, red and hopeful.
Now dull, faded and nihilistic.
Grasping at the last fleeting straws of pigment.
Generations late of change.
Soon to be folded u...
Friday 31st August 2018 4:29 am
you entice me with your beauty
To live in the darkness of complexity
stops my heart from beating
Child like smiles turn to
My door stays closed
as does my mind
when I am approached with
I run and search for you
For I know you will fill my soul
and keep my attent...
Friday 31st August 2018 3:54 am
Also by lynn hahn:LOVE GARDEN | MOONSHINE | MORNING WALK |
Friday, 31st August 2018
It is reciprocal
for any individual
to respond the call
and smash the wall
yes, if one comes with the gesture
that he is responded with
an answer clearly worded
but not always
as it may not show the orderly way
to read and respond
sometimes you may not find the mood
but make a point...
Friday 31st August 2018 2:42 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:It's pleasure | Relief | The words are meant to | Masterstroke of the language | Take the pledge | Love with hatred | The heart burns | Faith keeps us | True creator | Simple mean | Feel no sore | The best method | The reasons for | With a rose in hand | The personal approach | Until the cessation | No to any reply | Honey testes | Perfect or imperfect | Emotions | under the magic spell | Struggle hard | Woman's part | Rise again | We promise | No happiness here | Feel the intensity | Looks so simple | Women everywgere | In the direction | So beautiful | Offer your self | The spirit soars high | Overcome the shock | The person knows | Let us be | Get in well | At first sight | In an easy time | No violation of the modesty | The day | So beautiful yourself |
Loving you hurts
There are mornings I wake up, wondering if you survived the night
Hoping and praying that you didn't hurt yourself
Knowing that you probably
I worry I don't do enough
That I don't tell how much you mean to me enough
Waking up crying because I dreamt you had died
And it felt so real
If I could do anything to make stop your pain I would
But I'm p...
Thursday 30th August 2018 9:41 pm
Also by Melissa Wiens:The Hypocrisy of Fashion | It's Easier Not to Care | Love Not Hate | We Have a Dream |
Where do I stand with you, am I strictly a ghost?
Someone from recent past that you'll drain in the sea
Letting go of the fight without a blinking fee
That ruined your desire to form a loving host
Where do I stand with you, am I still in your heart?
Someone that makes you smile of our loving moments
Bringing you joyous thoughts and some laughing movements
When thinking of our love in our ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 8:40 pm
Also by Louis Audet:For my captain | Breathing | The fun in the sun | Her smile | Getting out |
I have felt the ruinous touch of time,
Many a times i am traumatized
By the facny of life,
Ya Life for sure.
I am in a trance to never awake,
the ripples touch my feet
I am in Lithe
numb in the lap of hyacinth..
I fell the every rhythm of my pulse
The tapestry keeps folding and unfolding
over and anon.
I'm lost in the riddle -
Have I ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:57 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Weed | Wounds are sleeping here | Life Goes On | Bloom My Love | Open Market | Fading.. | Sweet Wound | THE BOG | Weapon |
The monster digs it's claws in tight
I can't escape it, with all my might
I want to run away or hide
But today, with you, I stand to fight
The dark won't win, only light
I can feel the thread, moving my limbs
Like a puppeteer is pulling the strings
I see myself saying and doing these things
As the pied pipers' flute continues to sing
The voices that speak so clearly to me
Try to chan...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:51 pm
Also by Hayley Taylor:Forced upon Friendly Fire | Have patience with our Pain | The Rollercoaster which we name Bipolar | I am Both (with audio by me) | I am Both | The Soul eaters | The Chronic Pain Game | Battle Cry | Many sides of the truth | The "C", forever with me. | Meant for Me | True Love never dies | Who are the real Monsters? | Opinions are not Fact |
A Quiet Man
She sat among strangers, discarded pamphlets strewn everywhere.
A face smiling up at her from a photo on a chair.
Handsome and young, she could not leave him abandoned.
Picking them up she clutched them to her chest,
quickly walking away to join up with the rest.
As his friend of many years had sat waiting a few days before,
his love, his wife would not answer his ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:43 pm
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:I Want | Beyond the Trees | Cooking up a Storm | The Fledgling | There is Beauty | Nanna is a Yodeller | The Feather | Her Heart | One Night | Man is the Beast | I Am An Orphan Now (Age 46) | Too Short for Shorts | The Book | An Acorn's Story | Nan's Lippy | Hope Ain't Gonna Float | You Held Me With Your Tears | A Hot Evening in August | Breathless | Ripped Away | The Fox Visited Me Last Night |
facebook tells me i have been on this diary of misinterpreted thoughts 10 years yesterday. what better time to share this poem? i wrote this comical piece in a short-lived sabbatical i took last year:
I'm sick of being on facebook
i'm sick of all the likes
i'm sick of all this unfriending
and pics of stolen bikes
i'm sick of giving you a "thumbs up"
for something you said and did
Thursday 30th August 2018 10:37 am
Also by Keiron Higgins:One Life, One Rotation. | Me Mam. | influences |
Someone to love me.
Isn’t it funny?
I could show up on your front door step after I’ve gotten done at the gym and find you with someone else.
You could lie to me when you open the door and say “I don’t know I’m fucked up”
But I stay because I just want someone to love me.
You could abuse me with your words and your hands and leave scars.
But I stay because I just want ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 9:49 am
Occasioned by my Wedding Photograph pome - a memory seared into my infant mind around the days my parents parted their ways.
No afternoon nap for us,
not until the twins passed by.
I’m assuming they were twins,
they dressed like one another,
in identical attire.
Taking the air, side by side,
dignified, in bowler-hats,
with silver topped walking canes,
Thursday 30th August 2018 9:05 am
Also by Rick:A Wartime Wedding | No Visible Scars | Ross and Cromarty - May 2004 (true story) | Tulaigh Ua Thiomain (November 8 1987) | Tirtha | Sempre Lisboa |
wake up in pain
expecting the worst
mind driving again
fine tune frequencies
they still work
aching you feel
it only finds
new places to hide
continue their work
what it claims it deserves
leaving you scratching at night
Thursday 30th August 2018 8:16 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Venn Diagram | ...and now forgive us for a brief commercial interruption... | One View | Human Touch | Fuck Yesterday | My Agency | You can be too careful nowadays | The Lack | Someone selling out in front of you | time matters | Ways of Being | French Films | EOD | Life is Suicide | Reading Is Hard | Early Onset | The moving center | sensual gum | Hone Avenue | What am I supposed to do with this information |
Ok for one but not for another . Why pay Tariffs for some things . But not for Others . Do to them what they do to you . Then Fairness and Kindness will always show through .
Thursday 30th August 2018 5:40 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Scaremongering | Chosen Words | Believe | Let Your Feelings Show | Look Beneath | Free Speech | Sensibility |
Cut deep into my flesh.
Tear me apart like a pig being slaughtered.
Take my heart and rip it to shreds
Make me feel again.
Tell me endearing lies.
Look into my eyes.
Paint me in the skys.
Take me in between the lines.
Show me your sorrow.
Show me everything.
Thursday 30th August 2018 4:41 am
As I type, I cry.
I cry a river of tears,
enough to drown the whole world in.
I thought I had cried enough.
I thought that they’d already killed all of my favorite characters
I thought everyone had already left.
The sky is stormy and you cannot see the stars.
Just like me.
My stars have been hidden by the dark cloud of
depression and death.
Even in giant crowds of...
Thursday 30th August 2018 3:04 am
Also by Elle Shaine:Spiderwebs | The Lies They Tell |
You are the music in my heart
And with each note I feel a part
Of some eternal symphony
Written just for you and me
You are the melody in my mind
And with its tune I always find
New meaning in this life I live
New ways to love, new ways to give
You are the song I've come to know
Wherever in this world I go
As sweet as any sung by birds
But they will never...
Thursday 30th August 2018 1:29 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE NEW BATTLE OF BOSWORTH FIELD | LATE AUGUST IN NOTTING HILL | BY COOK OR BY CROOK | LIBERATION DAY | POETIC JUSTICE (a re-post for WOL newcomers' fun) | DOUBLE TALK | DO YOU REMEMBER MY ENGLAND? - a re-post | INSECTICIDE? | LIFE'S JOURNEY | SHORT SHRIFT | HUMOUR US! | WORLD YODEL DAY | THE PASSING OF A BILL - a longtime friend remembered | HOT STUFF - A Late Saturday Evening Reflection | THE CONTRARY YEAR | REST ASSURED |
Before now was
You go to the graveyard to talk to yourself
by black night remembering stars
More have sailed away
than can ever return
you have loved them all
and your love still burns
More still remain children
while trees around them grow
lilliputians of emotions
yet you love all you know
That love caught up with a miller
as he set out to sea
his sails ...
Thursday 30th August 2018 12:05 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Atlantic Cliffs | A Letter, As A Dry Leaf | Sheep May Safely Graze | The Crowd | Of Changeable Weather | The Leap | V. S. Naipaul 1932-2018 | Mindscapes | At Present | The World Of Slavery | Anon | All ThezeDreamz |
"I need to improve my media presence,"
said the weasel to the shrew.
"Some selfies and a profile page,
an agent should know what to do.
No more slinking and stinking for me,
i'll lift my image
come out of the wild.
What think you?"
"Just wishful thinking, weasel words,"
replied the cunning and baleful shrew,
knowing full well the seed now sown
he took the ide...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:59 pm
Also by ray pool:MEMORIES IN THE MIST | AT THE END, OR IS IT THE BEGINNING? | ONOMATOPOEIA | INSPIRATION | HOSPITAL VISIT | NIGHT SUPER VISION | JUST BY THE FLYOVER | RIGHTS OF PASSAGE | MANDY O MANDY |
I have always been a whole person
Please don’t let what I now describe convince you otherwise
But I left the other part of me in foreign country
I love the way he says my name
With words and phrases I have heard before
But those that have not enlightened me until now
I can breathe around him, more than mere survival
I met him in a world where sum...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:19 pm
Bless in a dress (Or just a coincidence that happened at the right place at the right time, I honestly do not know anymore)
With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.
With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.
We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.
Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.
Wednesday 29th August 2018 9:21 pm
Fighting over turf
Stabbing each other to death
Wednesday 29th August 2018 7:49 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Chicken Bhuna | She's Hot Stuff !!! | Geriatric Gymnastics | Emmental | Hypocrite | Clarification on God | Small Man Syndrome | House of Fraser | Tyson On Death Row? | Have I Missed Out? | Turning Up The Heat | I Killed Myself Yesterday |
The dream the dream the dream! I write like Liz Hand. The dark underbelly of the city. Not just people dying. All of it. Every city has one. All are the same. The dark 3am beat. Put my poem in your book. My dream of it. An artist painting an artist painting an artist painting an artist...
The big young potentially dangerous Russian stood in front of me. He thought what he had to say is i...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 4:13 pm
The day is emerging from its nightly slumber
opening its sleep weary eyes to peak at the surroundings.
The human race joins in this rebirth
every day is a new fresh feast for the senses.
What wonders do I behold
while walking on the near empty street
the distant golden orb shining
its warming rays on my naked face
The strimmer-man at his task
cutting forth the ...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 2:41 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:A flower in bloom | Beautiful raindrops | View from on High | Tyranny digs its own grave | Ellie |
(I've always thought there was a gap in the market for a fusion of top-rate poetry and a medical procedure. A travelogue of my biopsy to test for prostate cancer.)
They made me wear a nappy
(I wasn’t very happy).
They said I might be needing
A pad to catch the bleeding
Of later crimson stainers
Which seeped out from my anus
Which had become right sloppy
From my prosta...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 2:12 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE DOCTOR FISH | TUGGING MY ROD | BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR | FROM CHRISTCHURCH TO POOLE | WHERE DO YOU GO TO, MY LOVELY? | I NEVER MEANT TO..... | HALF A MILE AWAY | BREAST FEEDING IN PUBLIC | BENN | NUTS | FATHER AND SON |
In the quiet I listen to some
whispered words you've spoke
and some you never have--
it's like putting my ear to a conch
and hearing all the silence we protect
being lifted from concealment by a noisy sea.
Wednesday 29th August 2018 11:51 am
Also by nunya:disconnect (regenesis in infrared) | awkward | waters | sonogenesis | heosphoros | on entering decade three as a divorcee--good heavens, not this again... | year of the jackal | Page C3 Headlines |
In the distance
the green tops to the chalkwhite cliffs
slope down to the sea
behind countless breakwaters
wading out through low waves
their wooden posts testament
to the shifting stones of time
Below the grey sky
the bluegrey water rattles the beaches
sloping down to the sea
between stark black breakwaters
mute guardians of the coast
each wooden barrier m...
Wednesday 29th August 2018 10:25 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:On the Beach | Eastbourne |
MEMORIES OF THE CAMINO
Saw nothing down below on the way to Vancouver –
a more or less straight line for nine hours or so.
Sat above a wing, beside a door, paying more
for the privilege, my legs need to stretch for these
longer hauls – all part of the call on me by
Mister P, some while ago, some day that was.
Tuesday 28th August 2018 10:08 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:JUST BEFORE SLEEP | WHY? | SILHOUETTE | THE TIME BETWEEN | Two Leaves | Grace | THAT SPACE IN MY HEART | POST-SCRIPT | KISS-CROSSING | SOON AFTER (epilogue for A Streetcar Named Desire) | FUNERAL FRIENDS | SHE SLEEPS | ESTUARY WALK | CORDOBAN FLAMENCO |
Am G C Am G C
Am G C F G
Maria remind me of the rain falling - dancing on a hot Spanish roof
falling finding its way
as the heat turned steam - drew away
by a shearing wind (that blew)
while you lay in sequin Spanish lace
Oh I remember
Oh how I remember
The thunder growled
The banshee howled
The dancing rain
pounded and groomed the ground
Tuesday 28th August 2018 8:10 pm
If you are first to rise in the morning,
move lightly as you go,
Children upstairs are still sleeping,
folded in soft blankets, soft breathing.
Step, more softly than their dreaming.
Step, more softly than their dreaming.
Tuesday 28th August 2018 1:43 pm
The first victim, you made me
The first causality, I was
The first mistake you took to heart.
5 stones you cast into the river
Mistakes your friends made
I paid the price.
5 cards you cast aside
All because of a couple racks
5 scorpions you set ablaze
All because of a little detail.
Loved you like a brother I never had
Stood up for you like you was blood
Had your back ag...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 1:36 pm
Green T shirt
Blue Nike nylon shorts
Laces barely knotted moves along the street
The straw grey threads of hair spread out
From under the baseball cap
Sauntering and dragging
the arched hanging frame of a body
against the low set trolley
head slightly stooped
against the staggered scowl that passes for a smile
indistinct in the bac...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 10:32 am
Also by Martin Elder:Identical twin | Sunning themselves |
I looked at the photo then came the hurt,
I closed my eyes and reflected on self-worth,
I opened the bottle when I considered the pain,
But I put it back down when I realized no gain,
I tried to think and remain calm,
But all my thoughts included extreme harm,
After all we had planned over the years ,
How do I stop the cascading tears?
"I believe in love and all it stands f...
Tuesday 28th August 2018 6:32 am
Also by Mayah ROSE:Too Late?? | Me? | Vacancy ? | There Is? | I Watched You? |
As you distorted the words I had to say
Dismiss fitted heart of mine broke down into painless realization
Overcame me like the oxygen in my lungs
I realization of the truth that my mind needed you and only you
I'm always going to be an option on the table but that's not good enough to you but I need love like anyone else
I pray to every God damn being in this universe for you to come back
Tuesday 28th August 2018 4:48 am
Also by Damon Blackery:I Am a Broken Down Factory lyrics | 30 East Drive | Existence Under Blood Moons | Samurai Bebop 6 Golden Lotus | Ich vermisse dich Firefly | Luciole | Rainy Monday | Tylenol Pills | Illithid// The Mind of Inferno | Mr. Depression 4 Walking To The Street Lights | The Vow/ Words to a Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 17 | Mr. Depression 3 Lady Death Journey to Mars | Mr Depression 2 Death is Coming | Mr Depression 1 The Beginning of The Story On Earth | Firefly/Vanilla Raven | Space Cowboy 11 Harvest of God | This Photograph Is Proof | I'm Sorry, I'm Trying | Self-conscious | Words of The Waiting Man 16 | Middle of The Breakdown | Space Cowboy 10 Kind of Blue | Knife Pervert | Chocolate-Covered Razor Blades | Rainy Sunday | The Miss Fortune of Finding Out That The Irony Behind This All Was That The Story Was Never Told Truly To You |
I see my dead body
flaoting on the streets
like an old used piece of cloth
full of blood and memories
that are forgotten
by everyone but me
the smell of skin fliling
my nose cavities
an earth that is only here
to make my scent
a person thats only job
is to forget
a body that reminds me
of long touches
a brush into a skin
that is burning...
Monday 27th August 2018 11:58 pm
Also by racha:black holes |
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
That's all I can say for now.
You're selfish, you're heartless and nobody wants you around.
Why would anyone ever like a selfish cow like you.
An inconvenience, a burden and a terrible person to be, too.
I wish I could forgive you but I can't stand your sound.
You're pathetic, you're ugly...please just don't come around.
You can cover your ears and deny w...
Monday 27th August 2018 10:31 pm
Just for a while
The feel of summer,
Fields of sunflowers,
France not Cheshire
Kind of summer.
Smell of lusty earth,
Taste of young wine
That won't travel,
Freshness of fruit
On market stalls.
Just for a while
The illusion of summer,
Monday 27th August 2018 10:18 pm
I have to leave the house tomorrow
Fatigue energized by hope-
Depression fueled by gas-
Truth obscured by astro-
Men & women of honor being held up
A nation dedicated to human rights saving families from
Deaths of innocents lending grievance for
Monday 27th August 2018 10:13 pm
One love replaces another.
That's how things work, you claim.
And the: "It will never get better.",
is a line, which should be banned.
You draw every day like a painter.
You draw smiles on sad people's faces.
In our hearts we call you 'dear'.
I'd go with you anywhere!
You've moved me!
I love that logic of yours.
Admire your eager and happy mind!...
Monday 27th August 2018 9:48 pm
I have one last chance
to keep us together
But what if it’s your turn
to tear us apart
Monday 27th August 2018 9:37 pm
Also by Cole Rigg:Silver swords and Chaos | Ready, Set, Go | Strawberry Milkshake | Rebound | Bleaching your memory | Trust Me | Scaredy Cat | Let’s Play Pretend | Humans on fire | Bye Bye Baby | Rain, Rain, Go away | Regent’s Park | PVA Glue | Vultures | Over The Moon And Far Away | lollipop boy | A personal massacre | BLOODBATH | Baby pink wrapping paper | Structures | Memorabilia | ABC’S |
He had a calm assurance
Beaming the smile that says- 'iknow'..
she answered my questions.
A pat on the knee..
He cleared my confusions as he shared his story
By the fireside..
At the rocker chair..
where i listen,
as she speaks...as he tells.
that one with the old- wise and full.
Monday 27th August 2018 9:12 pm
It's rather dark and bleak in here
and I think I've worked out why;
We've nothing left to talk about -
the conversation has run dry
We can be quite a jolly bunch
full of rhymes and rhetoric
But time ticks slow and now we know
in the end... we're just too thick
So we're feeling quite neglected
'cos in this summer weather
we're forced to lie inside this drawer
and be no use whatsoeve...
Monday 27th August 2018 8:28 pm
Also by David Lindsay:Cake Or Pie? | Idiomatic | The Scarecrow |