Poetry Blogs (Dec 2019)
Do.RoThy on Friend or foe?? (4 hours ago)
The sky was pink that evening
Blotches of an adamantine brittleness
Spread slowly all over the Cheshire plain,
All over the acres and acres of rich pickings.
The quarter moon is waxing to the right
Behind my back and out of sight and mind
A grove of black, spidery trees skeletal and strange
Put me in mind of a MR James story
Of an unrequited remonstrance
That stands on...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 11:55 pm
Also by John E Marks:A rose garden at altitude under occupation | CALCULUS | Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248 | For when I am weak, then am I strong | The flowers of the forest | Lost in translation | To the crags, where eagles soar | The foggy, foggy dew | A winter blossoming | A continuing calvary | To the Ghost-dancers of the Sioux | Noli timere | Manchester | Forget-me-not | Call it dreaming | Skin is wearing thin | Christmas roses | Wild is the way | A sword of lightning | Tabula Rasa | A rare descent | Solstice Song | For Cathy, poet | For John Donne, poet | On the Narrow road | Love will tear us apart, again | Lunecliff | The Alpha and Omega | Nothing more | Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985 | The solitary rose of your breath | Bandit country | A shadow behind the sun | Suttee |
Give thanks for every step you take
that you can make it,
thanks for each thought
that you can think it.
Bless each moment's constant rebirth
then give thanks for the bounty of mother earth.
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:57 pm
has left our heads swimming,
feeling idiotic and in love
as two young lovers
skinny-dipping at midnight,
readying to leap into the darkness
of another year
with only the compass
of our foolish passion
to guide us.
I have drunk so much the dead are
coming back to me,
the ones we crossed arms
and promised not to forget,
ferrying back across
the dark waters of m...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:21 pm
As Father Time now wipes an eye and takes a long look ahead
Past a moment when half the world celebrates...with the other snug in bed,
Let us take stock and ponder whether we really did the best we could
In the days of the year that now fade away - like dusty bluebells in a wood.
Did we fail when called upon to act or say the things we ought?
Did we shrink from giving.when the most...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 6:41 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND | CHARITY AND CHARITIES |
Invitus das da spang
Invitus boot ma link
Corga mi slank innerdank
Pobe na fang ma yade
Oh oh mozzie brittel
Flag bon fang da boot
Na mudder ban ittle.
Wranfler fi bornet:. VC Pkinki
Tuesday 31st December 2019 5:00 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:2000 miles | t h i n k i n g s i d e w a y s |
This last day off to sleep
It was great to see it weep
365 days went rolling by
Only 1/4th left to die
Shall i cry, bidding goodbye
So many memories, i need to cry
Nineteenth year of a Millennium celebration
Making it's way to handsome jubilation
All the lessons learned and unlearned
Gifted us with hope, peace and felt loved
As the evening ...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 3:55 pm
Today it is the New Year's eve,
It is enjoyable and brings happiness
I've got that excitement up my sleeve.
Tomorrow a new year is gonna start,
In the New Year many days will be there,plenty.
The coundown begins now 3,2,1,
It's soo much fun!!!
Tuesday 31st December 2019 2:10 pm
Also by Creative Candace:Acrostic poem | My super hero!!! |
Out there beyond the hill
Lights twinkle in time with distant voices
Preparing for the new year,
Making small promises of things to come,
Promising small victories of things to overcome.
What will they remember
When they look back at the year,
The fickle promises collapsing around them
Or the achievements made,
Or the constant redirections to get them through anothe...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 11:14 am
Also by Mika:Recurring Dream | Cold Rushing In | More... | How We Begin | Sensations | In the Dead of Winter | Wine Thursday | Weekly Sessions | Climbing up the Walls | Daydreaming | Looking Back | Name That Tune | Searching | Delicate | The Train |
Discard the ageing twighlight,
Embrace the soothing dawn,
The seduction of change, do not fight,
There's a chance to be re-born.
You see hope glimmering,
Amongst the shards of defeat,
The rays of belief,
Amongst the rain and the sleet.
Mourn no more your weary feet,
Profane is your sorrow and despair
The new year is here to greet,
So surrender to your fut...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 10:36 am
Also by Charlie White:Date night 1 |
Turning back the hands of time on this year
I have had times of great sadness, and times of great cheer
Times when I thought, would this day be my last?
When all seemed so futile, when death seemed so near.
In this last year, many a thought raced me by
When in utter despair, I’d break down and cry
Life seemed so fleeting, without purpose or cause
With no time for ...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:27 am
Also by poemagraphic:The descent into Hades’ and beyond! | Santa's Pride | Government shills | Faith Restored | Sacred sacrament | In the recess of your mind | Promises promises... | FREEDOM | Walking into the light | A party fit for a Prince | Mediocre poets | Crap | A drug fuelled frenzied sexual attack |
I love you
This is the only truth
I want us to be
That is what my heart feels
So don't play with me
Just sink it in
Let things be
I just want us to be
It's my only prayer
So don't mess with it
Just settle all affair
Dark or light
Black or white
Sad or happy
Everything belongs us to be
Life or death
Freedom or not
Till my last breath
I want just...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 9:23 am
No words can explain
They ask me why, what do you see
I have no words to explain
No reason why she is working for me
Millions of people will be better than any reason
Millions of notions will trump her by far
No reason why she is raising the bar
Her smile is in the breeze of the sea
My heart is at peace, to let it be
Her kindness, like the waves washing ...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 8:28 am
I Am a Naughty Ditty
I am a naughty ditty
I joined the saucy crowd
Drove moderators round the bend
For speaking up too loud
To pay for my transgressions
They'll dig me deep (a grave)
At midnight they will Archive me
Because I can't behave
Eth? I can't help it......I'm tearing up.....
Don't fret pet.....You can still dig it up.....
Tuesday 31st December 2019 8:05 am
Also by Don Matthews:LMS Is Taking Off | London Smog and New Research | Abou Ben Adhem for Today's Poets | Plink, Plink, Plink | 10,000 Miles to your Blank Screen | Three Christmas Poems From Downunder | I've Just Got a Shock About Santa | Governed by a Two-Edged Knife | I Was Wrong | Scriptwriter | Supertramp. Ahead of Their Time (1974) | Meeting Turns to Crap | Ethel and Bert | 40, 42, 41, 44 | A Perfect Fit | Write-Off | The Letter Writer | Crowder | But I Like Helium Balloons | Side-glancing in an Argentinian Cafe | The Newsagent | Publisher Wanted | Doomy Gloomy | Does No-one Know Where Rose Is ? | Brains to Practice On | The Lady of the GPS | Fluffer Round With Flowery Words | What is The Like-Minders Society ? | Learning Haiku – Important Point |
The humm of distant traffic gently fills my ears,
It will pass us by, our proximity soon forgot,
It will rapidly move beyond our confusion and tears,
In short, it will do what we cannot.
So many memories to cherish down the years,
So many moments to never be forgot,
But I'm tired of being tested to comfort your fears,
In the end, I'm either good enough as me, or I am not.
Tuesday 31st December 2019 7:20 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Darkling Shadow | Truth & Lies | Haemo-spherical | House Of Glass | Love Doesn't Always Mean Like | Cracked Pot and Scuffed Pan | Responsible | Stand Up | Stoic | I'm Tired | Angular | Highway Code |
Stellar wounds flickering…
Can I ask a question of the lights I cannot seem to touch?
Why is it so deeply you fascinate gazes in horrendous distances?
Come closer to feel the street.
I say your anguish is remarkable.
A fall to the very whim.
Root; antique war weaponry.
Seeds; the overbearing gust.
Those dreams beneath the stones.
Human dexterity; textures of ea...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 3:58 am
Also by Mimi:...In Admiration... | ...Things With No Sound... | ...Nevertheless... | ...After These Hours... |
Out and let
Let it drain down
Down the trail
Dug in from regular use
It's not worth the scar
It's not worth the hurt
It makes me sick
Thinking it'll hang around past
The closing of the door
I don't want to hate anymore
I don't want to hate anyone
I just want to feel the relief
Of never again
Feeling the sting
The sting of y...
Tuesday 31st December 2019 1:50 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:Storm Windows | (untitled) | S | Eve | Happy Birthday | L' | (untitled) | Everyone Has Their Thoughts and Comments | Weapons of War | Armor |
Broken grandfather clocks
toll the bell of the disgraced Goddess
holding aloft a Flame that She is
ashamed to peer through.
She pretends that she doesn’t know
what Uncle Sam does to her daughter,
the choir boys.
The half staff that swan songs
a collaterally damaged record.
Unsung soliloquy in Her Heart,
Monday 30th December 2019 9:25 pm
Also by Julian Collins:Athena | Contraband |
I sit outside a bank appealing for loose change,
I'm looked down upon as if something strange.
People pass as if I am not there,
Avoiding even giving me a glare.
Unfortunately there are many of us on the street,
Getting something in my cup is quite a feat.
Yesterday was tough I was soaked to the skin,
But ended up with a cup with something in.
Eight quid in change...
Monday 30th December 2019 9:19 pm
Also by hugh:'Twas the night before Christmas | A tribute to Sara Britcliffe our new M.P. A baby of the house,only 24 ! | Spinning a yarn |
Today is the last day of 2019
Later people will fill restaurants to eat overpriced chicken,
Drink cheap champagne get jolly and sing in
The New Year makes promises for 2020 that will not be kept.
Wake on the first day, look out of the window and
See the day has not changed.
It has been a fraught year with conflicts nearly spilling over
To a world war and millio...
Monday 30th December 2019 6:23 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:winter coat of camel hair | hunger and roses | of plants and men | rose poem with fish | liberal democracy | travel beyond the Galaxy | to my heart | innhertance | walls | "timee to say goodbye" | higher eduction | social call | trust in yourself | how did it become like this | a dreaming joureny | told by a south African | obstacles | the human cannon | phone talk | homless | manx poem | roses poem | when love is not | oddity of sex | the kiss | the land of dream | sunday an sermon | new truths | when in need | military service |
I lost out to the fool
who listened only to the proud
shut his ears to the complex
and shouted banalities out loud.
I lost out to the fool
who believed only the vain
graduated in the university
of who can I ridicule and blame.
I lost out to the fool
who trod the well-paced path
never strayed from its borders
now he will suffer my wrath.
Monday 30th December 2019 4:43 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Lead me on | Beautiful You | The ledge | Goodbye voice |
couldn't fight it
Monday 30th December 2019 2:29 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:EVERYDAY | SEASON OF ME | UGLY DUCK |
I took a trip down Hashbrown Town,
To take a look around, and found,
Everything there, was textured-triangle
With angles rounded, and not at all Square
Unlike Toblerone Town, where everything is,
Monochrome mocha, with sides geometrically true
T'was more akin to deep-down, Old Dorito City way
Having uneven slopes, covered in a crispy-golden hue
Milling around, downtown Hashbrown Town,
Monday 30th December 2019 1:53 pm
Also by Doug Berry (aka Andrew G. Ogleby):A Nature of London | Searching for the Spirit of the Season |
Baby in a shoe box
left in a dumpster
behind the grocery store
weak but alive
found by a tramp
looking for stale bread
now he has a baby
in a shoe box
who left it and why?
it would not be found
that could not be dealt with
the mother changed her mind
had second thoughts
the father distant
Monday 30th December 2019 12:02 pm
Also by d.knape:Planning My Own Funeral | NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS | Christmas Lights | Christmas Wish | Mother's Lament | Mother | Public Domain | Things My Mother Taught Me | Letter To My Daughter | Crescent Moon | Men In Homes | COWS---A poem by O.L. Buzzerd | See Something, Write Something | We Live To Eat | Then It Hit Me | KOREA | RATS | Book End | Easy Pickings | Whale Fall | Vaults Of Wisdom | Stupid Old People | Waiting Room | IT | Solid Ground | IF THE TURKEY COULD TALK | My Enemy |
Finding a way down
Twisting and turning
Orient crucial at every turn
Wait for the water to still
A mirrored pool
Thoughts already had,
A breath already taken.
The dissociation begins.
Pieces falling out of place
A calm mind essential.
No mind present
Left now right, up down, now and never.
The broken string
Dissonant promise of love.
All is lost, and never was
The ill father c...
Monday 30th December 2019 10:02 am
Also by nightflower:Come. Let's swim. | Untitled - 2 | Untitled. | Poet by nature, not by practice. |
You could let
A lot of things
If you wanted to
Breaking your sleep
Of cold mornings
Passing you by
Taking you in
Asking too much
Or too little
Where things ought
The traffic and
The freeze an...
Monday 30th December 2019 8:21 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:Shopping | The Aunty Phoenix |
You call me selfish for trying to take what is mine, and mine only, and do with it as I wish
Your claim and the belief behind it, is even more so
And, though you may not realize, all you are doing is prioritizing your pain over mine
You pacify your fear of heartache with my suffering
So tell me true, if you were in my shoes - if you overlooked your own feelings to e...
Monday 30th December 2019 1:59 am
Also by In Her Head:Truthful Lie | Garden Greed | What Sits Behind Blue Eyes |
This abusive relationship
Was never supposed to take a life
When it's all you think you deserve
A death wish can seemed like love
I believe you that no one understands
Societies can never true love
The road was traveled just abandoned
By the fuckers that gave it a promise
Leaving wasn't an option
We're all looking for a home with a nameless face
The person that loves us the most is ...
Monday 30th December 2019 12:14 am
Also by Damon Blackery:I Was Never a Enough | Giant | (untitled) |
I wish I could rewind to before
When things seemed much easier
Somewhat childlike and innocent
Tinged with a longing for something more
Your way with words
Had me falling in love
While I was busy falling too deep
You kept me at arms length, too afraid to try
I want you to come home to me
Nestle in between warm blankets
With the windows wide open...
Sunday 29th December 2019 7:59 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:The Greenhouse | Ghosts Passing in the Night | The Marks | Storm in a Teacup | Suffer | Do Not Disturb | Limbo | Ascend |
Inspired by this time space we currently find ourselves in....
The land of betwixt and between
What is unseen
Next year hints
Sunday 29th December 2019 4:53 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Christmas Angels | Mistletoe Mistakes | The gift of words | Out of body | Solstice state of mind | Christmas game of cat & mouse | I-solation |
STOP the world I want to get off
with you, in a space
neither left nor right, east or west.
It's time to feel the reaction to all our action,
feel the recoil of our scattergun shot.
And feeling undeserving of sleep
we yearn the stronger to dream.
And in this dream space, and thanking God
we are here to help one another,
in this wood, blundering through the trees,
forced this way b...
Sunday 29th December 2019 4:04 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Rising Waters | The Pledge | A Sonnet Of Sorts | Along English Lines | Let's All Dye Our Hair Grey | On Being Asked | Neighbour To A Mirror | Dressed In Easy Colours |
I need you to be
This for me
I know it’s not
Who you are
But it’s a start
And I’ll be
We’ll trade places
Telling each other
Sunday 29th December 2019 2:26 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:life- the movie | you're such a nurse | last year | Strangers | Rhyme Scheming | Security | At happiness headquarters |
A NIGHT OF REFLECTION.
Some is for healing other times learning or growth
Each time different but the same a soul level oath
There's no words to explain although life lessons were had
Each one a revelation some happy some sad
And as I move forward l left my painful memories in the wake
Because my heart rises with more love and less hate
This levels only reached through n...
Sunday 29th December 2019 2:17 am
Sunday 29th December 2019 12:49 am
Also by A Peterson:The Whole | God | Plight of the Feather | Band of Brothers | The Universe | Window | The Mask | Addiction | Finding yourself | Under the Big Top |
A job loss
Like someone died
Saturday 28th December 2019 11:39 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:A Child | Blank Page | Poetic Highs | Candle |
Coffee white treetops
at elevated heights.
Road awash with ski shoes
and Polaroid eyes,
to view a summit
adorned by a solar mood.
Saturday 28th December 2019 11:33 pm
Also by David Addington:DIY SHAMAN | BRITAIN SINCE THE NOUGHTIES | How to survive the apocalypse | It’s Rock Jim, but not as we know it | Birds play war |
They’ve gone of course the heroes gone.
Passed on through war or just woebegone, I
one time heard it said. Our military a history -
Charging Light Brigades of fearless men they’d
try to have it said – dressed in all the colours
of our chequered vanity at various parts of the
globe – job to some – and traditions of the family
to others – or needed tasks in challenged times, so...
Saturday 28th December 2019 8:13 pm
Also by Philipos:SEASONAL VEGETABLES | BOXES | (untitled) | (untitled) | EATS | CHIMES | (untitled) | PET RECALLS | ON-LINE DATING | TECHNOS | BULKHEADS | ROSES | SKIES | EVEN SONG | SCENTS |
I had cause to question if I was suited to a “posh” university like Durham as soon as I landed there.
It was Freshers’ Week and there were any number of events planned to welcome us. One was a meet-‘n’-greet for our hall corridor. But let me say from the off that Durham, viewing itself as Britain’s third best university, didn’t have halls of residence but pretentiously aped Oxford and Cambri...
Saturday 28th December 2019 5:23 pm
Also by John Coopey:AWAITING A LEADER (A CHRISTMAS CAROL) | LE PERE FOUETTARD | THE BODY | "BLAME IT ON THE BOOGIE" | HE'LL HAVE TO GO | "ALL LIES AND JEST" | COS HE'S A LIAR (BUT YOU'RE NOT BOTHERED THAT HE LIES | THE MORE THAT IT CHANGES |
Refuges looking everywhere
for shelter, peace
and a morsel to eat
are driven away from all shores.
The sea-water has swept away
many hopes for life.
As ruthless currents overturn their boat
their bodies swarm the seashore
where vultures and death-eaters sit expectant.
They are thankful
to the inventors of war.
Today humanity has been crowned
while many dreams h...
Saturday 28th December 2019 3:16 pm
When I was young I loved a man
Who loved me as no other had
Alas, he had to set me free
For at the time it could not be
I knew we had to part our ways
Yet in our hearts an ember stayed
Now and then it did ignite
A flame of memories, a guiding light
A beacon not to be ignored
Ever drawing us toward
The time again when we could be
Together in simplicity.
Here that time, at last, has co...
Saturday 28th December 2019 12:17 pm
Mordechai in Slogger, 1974
rooting through books in a box outside
‘Barney’s Remainders’ in Bermondsey,
Rambling Boy was marked at one and sixpence.
‘one and six? Barney won’t miss it.’
stuffing the book in my jacket pocket,
I nicked it.
I read it avidly,
losing myself in Mordechai Sweeney’s
tragi-comic world of whimsy
where everyone sang,
Saturday 28th December 2019 11:27 am
Also by Rick:Silent Night [a seasonal pome] | the good old days? |
An uprooted tree lies ebbing in the street.
The one who pledged everyone with a refuge
is herself in exigent need.
People come, see the fallen one.
Not a soul seems to be concerned.
Zero, zilch, nada, none.
They don't remember
those cloistered, sizzling infernos of June
those solitary, shivering nights of witchy new moons
sodden, sultry volleys of pouring monsoons
when they, l...
Friday 27th December 2019 10:04 pm
Also by Chandra S.:Laissez-faire |
After been away for a few days over Christmas, have come back to discovethree new poems of mine have appeared in three different journals.
"Exit Wounds" has appeared on Panoply
"Christmas from Winter to Spring" has appeared on Cajun Mutt Press https://cajunmuttpress.wordpress.com/2019/12/25/c...
Friday 27th December 2019 8:12 pm
Soon self-driving cars will be the norm
And we will long for the days behind
Because we are unable to just go for a ride
Without a destination in mind
Friday 27th December 2019 7:12 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:I Need a Raise | Looking Good | Perfect Strike |
Thursday,26th December 2019
Not the wish alone
something more has to be done
yesterday has gone
today only something has to be done
if it was the world of dreamers
many areas may usher
where there won't be any reality
but only frustration and desirability
who will take the responsibility?
and restore the credibility
it has ...
Friday 27th December 2019 4:47 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Imagery world | Poetry is an art | Nature is our savior | Trade & territory | Find the heaven |
We want so much for snow to fall
But through it all, nature predominates
Many signs though of festive proof
even though no snow appears on roof
Berries protuberant, and holly too
Ice forming amidst the water blue
of lake or pond and a stream or two
As the signs of winter transpire and ensue
Carpets of golden leaves still show
But alas no emergence of sleet or s...
Friday 27th December 2019 2:24 pm
Also by Rick Varden:At Christmas time with bells on | We Can’t Breath | 2051 A Space Oddity | Drive of my Life |
Can we really see all that is before us,
or just a blurry image of possible lies?
Can we feel what we want?
or is our judgment too unclear?
Can we taste, hear, sense what is right there,
or is the devil's mark obscuring our view?
We allow others to hide our sight slightly
Not seeing what we want,
but what the world wants us to assume
Can we rid our self of these blind folds?
Can we as hu...
Friday 27th December 2019 7:03 am
Also by Dominique Lucas:The Voices | My Red Chrysanthemum | Let me in | Dying Hope | No Escape | Lost Dreams | One Way Mirror | Released | New Spectrum |
A barbaric tradition soaked in blood.
As foxes flee for life in forest and wood.
Around lenient laws hunters find a way.
To get their cruel kicks on Boxing Day.
'Trail' and fox hunting are just the same.
They are illegal hunts, in all but name.
Why the Terrier Men, if no intent to kill?
Saddled Redmen, destroying life at will.
Unenforced Laws broken, blatant to see.
A blind eye turned by ...
Thursday 26th December 2019 9:49 pm
Deep in the heart of the forest
He lingers a moment to rest
He knows well his destination
Two hours meander his estimation
Finding the oldest tree of all, he hesitates
Sat, leant against the trunk he meditates
High within the mountain peaks
Within himself answers he seeks
All the world below somewhere
Quietly he finds his spot up there
Sheltered by cairn, thought...
Thursday 26th December 2019 8:17 pm
The river is mostly white
Clouds of ice drifting
Left to right
The sky is pure blue
River and sky
Have switched places
Where does the river go
At unhurried pace
Whilst the island and
I are standing still?
The river will always be
I will disappear (so will you, reader)
River and I
Have switched places
Thursday 26th December 2019 3:02 pm
Also by Jeannot:Self discovery | The dead of life | Winter in Florida |
INSIDE A CHRISTMAS CARD
Inside a Christmas card
From prisoners afraid,
In a factory in China
Where nothing much is paid,
A handwritten message
From poor souls enslaved,
In oppressive conditions
Where festive things are made.
Telł somebody beg the authors
The truth about this trade,
That those who make big money
Our wretched lives degrade
So in this season of goodwill
When joy sho...
Thursday 26th December 2019 1:24 pm
A war hero for licensed butchery but why not a hero for the sexual taboos. A moments respect for all the sacrafices and bigotry undergone in the exploration of pleasure and love. The worst crime humans can imagine isn't murder its sexual.
"Anger as soon as fed is dead;
'Tis starving makes it fat." Emily Dickinson
Orgasms must be sanatised and legalised. Stigma prevents even bro...
Thursday 26th December 2019 11:56 am
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Mudra radra gudra | Pink Decay Like The Sweetest Dessert. | Apricot Begot Sinister Perfumes. | Thresholds and teetering the abyss | Sheets Of Duration/Night Sweats | Gossamer Glass Hands |
can explain my
coarsened hands made so unsteady
muffled heart beat - louder, heavy
trusting eyes fallen too quickly
an impish grin
Thursday 26th December 2019 3:04 am
Also by Niharika Shah:New York City | Write for me? | pink strawberry milk |
Taking to the ocean
distance put between
my flippant will
and things to conquer
tugging at my sleeve
Turning, turning, turning
from that incessant chasing
the bay recedes, city lights
swallowed by the horizon
Test me, am I strong enough?
I try not to be broken
daily trials so choking
can I survive them?
At night, rocking in the wav...
Wednesday 25th December 2019 12:53 pm
Also by Tom:There Will Be Birds In The Morning | The Truth Is Sadness | Leave Yourself Behind | Hyde Park Winter Rink | Ride Twice | Get A Room | House On The Edge of Town |
The time for Christmas lunch is fast approaching, when into an obscene amount of food we'll tuck.
So when this bloke on the telly bangs on about third world hunger, does anyone really give a fuck?
Well to be honest I do more than most
and to prove it I put a big fat cheque in Friday's post
Wednesday 25th December 2019 11:48 am
Also by Brian Maryon:X-ray Specs | Acid Rain Was All The Rage | Switching Internet Service Providers |
Christmas Eve has finally arrived the celebrations have begun
The streets are full of joy gaiety and festive fun
Anticipation and joy on children’s smiling faces
As Santa loads up his sleigh for the Xmas run
A snowman smiles as he shivers in the garden
Are you happy excited are you ready to burst
Give me a glass of mulled wine and a mince pie
To fill my peckish tummy and quen...
Tuesday 24th December 2019 10:13 pm
The bell is simple and historical.
It is used for praise and warning.
It is strong and resilent .
It has a gorgeous and reflective exterior.
The sound is like that of an angel echoing through the world.
It is a heirloom piece that can tell a story like nothing else can.
My bell is all of this, that is for sure.
I can't say that I want to collect bells - I just want to admire...
Tuesday 24th December 2019 6:33 am
Also by Robert Williams:The Things I have noticed |
a person who is among the first to explore
or settle a new country or area.
a person who moves with a group of others
to live in a new country or area.
The first pioneers to this land mass, arrived here
(it is estimated)
between 25,000 and 12,000 years ago.
They were the ancestors of the people,
because of geographical errors,
we have named American Indians.
Tuesday 24th December 2019 6:07 am
Also by Fred Nicholson:Kool Aid | mere illusions. | a New error | the Balance | 5 Bananas | Look back and see | Inside - Out | Let's talk . . . |
All black, on galleons,
walk surf, breathing.
Maybe some cars,
Tuesday 24th December 2019 4:46 am
What is this empty feeling again inside me?
Ahh...it's you again.
Yes, you come to mind from time to time.
At that time in the past...I could swore I don't but...
now every new thought makes me doubt.
Is it possible I really loved you?
Naaaah but I knew this could never work.
The past me is more clever than present me.
I wish I could skip these 10 years....
Monday 23rd December 2019 9:57 pm
Also by FruFru:A letter to Ex-friends ;) |
The curfew had been extended
The day that the rumour began
3 strangers were seen approaching
At the head of a caravan
A Drone had detected their presence
As it hung like a star in the sky
Monday 23rd December 2019 2:39 pm
of anything - - -
Monday 23rd December 2019 1:50 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:A Krampus Wish |
At sight of pointed lights,
With wavy fanny,
Faces of Xmas lights,
Movement of a walking zebra,
Ribs we found by the river,
Like a hunter,
Oliver Twist right behind
A bethel we found,
Gathering we joined
Sacred dissemination made,
Within we were whole,
Life made of bills,
Excess care on it's draft
Monday 23rd December 2019 12:57 pm
Hey, it's me. I know you're in pain right now
You don't have to talk, but please just listen to me- I'm here for you.
We will get through this, we always do.
I promise we'll see better times.
So dont give up just yet, there's so much left to experience.
I will always be right here beside you, wherever you go.
Remember to feel those emotions.
I know it's hard to hear,
Monday 23rd December 2019 9:59 am
Also by Eric Berard:Sometimes I just feel defeated |
Each and every day involves decisions,
And in much wondering what to do,
You may see the consequences,
Whether it be on me or upon you?
We may consider what job to have,
And think: Which should I select?
Shall I go for this or go for that?
And: What shall then be the effect?
We may just mull over what to eat,
Or what we feel like drinking.
Or it may be an important matter,
Sunday 22nd December 2019 7:36 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:The General Public | Humour | Winter and the future |
The Ballad of Brexit
They’ve banned the salsa in Stretford
Stopped pasta in Heaton Moor
They’ve put a full cork on prosecco
As part of the First Brexit War.
No pizzas allowed now in Burnage,
Chopped Salami in Cheetham Hill.
Bratwurst are now quite forbidden,
For fear Krauts may make us quite ill.
Olives are spiked now in Chorlton,
Spaghetti is banned in Mos...
Sunday 22nd December 2019 7:04 pm
I want to lose some weight in twenty twenty,
so once again we have this pantomime,
‘cause each year I make promises a-plenty,
but self-control’s the problem every time.
I mostly make it last for several days,
but soon those awful cravings come along,
and all at once my traitor conscience says
a single bar of chocolate can’t be wrong.
It isn’t long before I start t...
Sunday 22nd December 2019 3:53 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Christmassy | Vision | Waiting | Hailstones |
We are an outward expression of our values,
moral compasses navigating circumstance,
life experience refining understanding,
enhancing behaviour – our outward expression:
our values manifest in our reputation.
A few billion individuals roam Earth,
each with a unique value set – truly diverse
lives and cultures – recognising and valuing
behaviour in different degrees, b...
Saturday 21st December 2019 9:24 am
Staring too long into the looking glass,
trying to predict the future and
make sense of the past.
Time goes by lightning fast.
Poetry sets the cast.
Call it dreaming...
cartwheels on high wires,
living, laughing, loving
singing, no regrets.
Drink every drop of life,
before God rays
absorb the wake
and your soul sails
Saturday 21st December 2019 1:23 am
Also by Vautaw:Savaged Soul | Dancing with Poets | Arrogance Immunity | Fan Girl |
comes in and goes out
of the rum shop.
Dread men and black cars
pass up and down
the calypso streets.
And there is a smell of salt
and the blood of woman
in the acrid incense
of the dockside.
comes in and goes out
of the rum shop.
and comes back.
Friday 20th December 2019 7:39 pm
Also by fitzroy herbert:Pot Bound |
T'is tinsel time when midst the grime
Of muddied minds shines ...
What can it be?
Electro-lite silver, gilding
This tarnished life of strife?
Celebrating the survival of the fittest,
The feel good factor?
Forgetting for the festive moment
The fate that awaits?
Or, could it be
The eternal light of an eternal star?
Faces, who wa...
Friday 20th December 2019 5:01 pm
Also by afishamongmany:Christmas Songs | A Christmas Cat |
how much i dispise those
who only in despair
gain a consciousness
of the after life
in need of friend
they create a god
to walk their lane
and never ask
to give them reason
to never change
to set a prison
unto them selves
and how they preach
and how they praise
and how they criticise
those in pain
if you have never seen death
Friday 20th December 2019 12:18 pm
Also by racha:peace | A waste of time | A good deed |
The murderer has committed in the house of gold, lowering its shield towards the cathedral; bending the sword and pointing it towards the innocent he-goat. **** Have you joined the winning team of the cemented warriors, who in one way has benefitted in defeating the gorilla.. Change the battle field and have the bachelor in the war front to smarter the enemies of congress..
Friday 20th December 2019 12:08 pm
Rain at my window
Pattering strong poetry
An age old saga
Friday 20th December 2019 8:19 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:h | Haiku for the Common Man |
I wrote this poem especially for you
If you are reading this now
This message for you
The Angel's they tell me you are going through changes
And although you and I are technically strangers
I know you have your struggles
And I'd like to take this moment to
melt away your troubles
I say these words from my soul
And my Tibetan singing bowl
The healing frequency sounds it makes..
Friday 20th December 2019 12:00 am
I never thought that I would see the day
Friday 13th with a sting in it's tail
Torrential downpours reflect my mood
After all, no-one likes to admit they've failed
Incessant rain flushes working class votes
down the River Tonge, and well beyond
No-one knows anymore
exactly where they belong
This Socialist industrial heartland
built on mining, cotton and steel
We thought it...
Thursday 19th December 2019 6:18 pm
Also by Jeffarama!:Give me a country that cares |
As I peddled, hell for leather, down the hill upon my bike,
I saw the lights TURN RED, ahead, a sight i didnt like,
My bicycle was ancient, it only had one brake
It took some time in slowing down.... of that there's no mistake
I duly pulled the brake on but the bike just kept on going
The cable SNAPPED, I had No Brake, or anyway of slowing
The people crossing up ahead, not k...
Thursday 19th December 2019 3:58 am
Also by Patsy Harris:SLEEPLESS NIGHTS | (untitled) | KEEPING FIT | HOUSE OR A HOME | BLACK CABS | Do they know it.s Christmas | A really bad day... |
Democracy reveals the state
Of our disunity - Doug.E.Barr, poet
As I stood by the till
I heard a voice call out
It's over - the people's will:
A good result - a real rout
And ducked my head to pay
As the cashier agreed
And ducked my sad head to pray:
My silent view, an alien creed.
It's over - the people have had their say
That last faint hope is gone, done a...
Wednesday 18th December 2019 12:29 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Winter Beach |
How intimate to live in darkness
and have my world outlined by you.
You, whose face I know only by touch,
your presence marked by a distinctive step and scent.
I will never tell you, "you look great today",
and yet, you stay.
My absence of vision is not a factor in our love.
Our interactions are not transactional.
Not dependent on physical equity.
Our mutual value is without question.
Tuesday 17th December 2019 12:38 pm
where orange cumulonimbi are mirrored in stagnant rivers
where sleepy eyes blur swaying trees into dancing green monoliths
where the distant sound of crickets serenades the kangaroo’s carcass
where the salty coastal air dissolves onto arid tongues
where mother desert’s mounds hide her faithful servants
where dying gum trees groan as they accept the wind’s embrace
where nuggets of...
Tuesday 17th December 2019 11:03 am
Also by Marina T:the wonky wheeled trolley |
Mrs. Jobe complains about her class…again
“I even give them the page number….but they’re too lazy to look the answer up.
With kids that lazy, how do they expect me to do my job?”
Teaching is a crazy way to put food on the table.
But then again, I could tell her about Uten the Yak herder in Tibet who has to carry a wounded calf down a dangerous mountain gorge
or Perri the Amazon fish...
Tuesday 17th December 2019 2:04 am
“Have faith,” he said, “Trust the process-
have you ever done it afore?”
I shook my head and he pointed at a hole
like a mouse-hole or the entrance wound
of an apple grub. “See yon? Ever wondered
how they sail the ship into the bottle?”
I shook my head – “Never mind,” he said.
I was dressed in green and red felt
with an oversized belt – my hat
like something a shoe-makin...
Monday 16th December 2019 6:23 pm
Also by Peter Knaggs:Seasonal |
I had a plan to a great story
Not perfect but a happy one
Now I find myself in this smelling, dark situation
But i hope one day you realise that it was never my intention
I was left alone to face a cross road or to turn back
But I chose a difficult path
I know there's no redemption for me but I can only hope for one
The plan was supposed to be beautifull
But I hope one da...
Monday 16th December 2019 4:56 pm
My bed is still warm
When the next body rolls in
But I'm not
- Or his -
- Or hers -
And I can breathe
I am consumed
I am part of you,
Of someone that lives
I will be
Because I'm not apart
Just a part
Monday 16th December 2019 3:11 pm
Also by Alexandra Parapadakis:Outside of Herself |
To My Dear and Loving Husband/Anne Bradstreet - 1612-1672/Translation into Amharic By Alem Hailu G/Kristos/ ለውዱና ተናፋቂው ባለቤቴ/በአን በራንድ ስትሪት/ ትርጉም በዓለም ኃይሉ ገ/ክርሰቶሰ/
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,
Compare with me ye women if you can.
I prize thy love more than whole mines of gold,
Or all the riches that the East doth hold.
My love is such that rivers cannot quench,
Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.
Thy love is such I can no way repay;
The heavens reward...
Monday 16th December 2019 2:34 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:The Road not taken/By Robert Frost/Translation into Amharic By Alem Hailu G/Kristosየተተወው መንገድ | Hold fast to dreams/ሕልሞችህን ወድር (በላንግሰቶን ሁጌስ/ትርጉም ዓለም ኃይሉ) |
I climbed a mountain on this day
Through brush and rough terrain I steered
& when I reached its peak
There was nothing left I feared
I peered over the landscape , such a story it could tell
And as I stared i felt a change in me that I didn’t know too well
Such an unfamiliar sight
Looking out on the unknown
Which direction ? Wrong or right ?
No way to truly know
Monday 16th December 2019 5:41 am
Also by Aimee:When the stars fade | I’d love to say I love you | Overwhelmed | Home to me |
Don't go for beuty, get a keeper
Don't put it first, put it in the first
Don't follow your heart, follow your instinct
Those shoud've been the advice
The good ones don't criticize
The right time don't last long
The tough guys don't give up
Those should've been the signs
Don't dare lie, tell the truth
Don't get attached, you get hurt
Don't fall in love, you w...
Sunday 15th December 2019 5:47 pm
Also by Lucas Chihinga:Look At Us | If |
Santa'd scoffed far too much cake
becoming wobbly and vastly stout.
From his sled he toppled into a lake
seen by gypsy poachers, who hauled him out
His reindeer landed ever so frantic
to see him carried to the camp,
grumbling about this latest antic,
still just alive but freezing damp.
His saviours brewed a herbal potion,
never once letting him out of sight....
Sunday 15th December 2019 5:20 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:Unthinkable |
Lost time, how much time do we really give ourselves
Are we living our own lives
Lost soul, constant feeling as if something is missing
Lost goals, fulfilled by unfulfilling ideas, other people's goals
Wasted love, loved the wrong one, lost
Some things lost should stay lost
Some things found should never be found
Some things we ask fo...
Sunday 15th December 2019 2:33 pm
“Oh no, I never think of it as 'travelling,' I replied
while pulling on my second Bass and considering an easesome lass
go striding around the bar. Its just an eccentricity, my dear Akira,
a foible if you will – still, it lets me wander bare-foot
through seasons past, when taller (and, I admit, of sounder mind).
Yes, I've certainly learnt more tolerance am...
Sunday 15th December 2019 7:18 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:The Wake | Faith is a Barren Garden |
Do you remember airmail letters?
Fine parchment sheets in thin, blue envelopes
With red, white and blue borders?
They were always so special to receive
From someone dear far, far away,
Often oceans apart on another continent!
Telephone calls were wonderful,
A beloved voice through the hard receiver,
But hand-scripted words had a charm all their own.
Saturday 14th December 2019 11:57 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:CAT | Christmas Cake |
Doesn’t it make you sick?
The pollution. The plastic. The over consumption.
The wastage. The damage. The over indulgence.
Land, rivers, lakes, sea and oceans,
consumed by our latest trend consumption.
Doesn’t it make you sick?
Water poisoned with chemical toxins.
Uncultivated land and air not safe to breath in.
Resources raped from societies of people.
All in the ...
Friday 13th December 2019 6:27 pm
Sylvie was a comely wench. Fifty, if a day
Oh yes, her charms were obvious, and always on display
Dressed to kill, in leather and lace
A shapely body, bonny face
Her hunting ground The Royal Oak
She’d always find a younger bloke
A teacher with a lack of scruples
Never short of willing pupils
Life was good, the sex was hot
She was happy with her ...
Friday 13th December 2019 6:06 pm
The trauma from my past weighs heavy on my soul
Unresolved issues making me feel alone
The pain in my chest been replaced by a dark hole
I feel like I’m living life through apps on my phone.
Night after night insomnia plagues me like a demon,
I’m so exhausted, I can’t take another beatin.
My stomach churns like I haven’t eaten.
Sourpatch Kids my life, I need it to sweet...
Friday 13th December 2019 6:03 pm
Santa felt sassy and seasoned
Having switched from soda to whiskey
Stirred and slurred, his vision was blurred
Sleigh-driving was stupidly risky
Sloshing around but still seated
Strapped in, seemingly quite self-assured
Whilst swerving through Nice, he saluted the police
Whose chopper was wisely insured
Donna and Blitzen were startled
Dancer and Prancer were ma...
Friday 13th December 2019 5:38 pm
The sun fairly shines
But the world isn't one
And you wonder why
Of all the places,
All the people,
It has to be in paper
You could pour your heart out
And bleed your pens
With thoughts imprisoning you
It has to be the paper
That hears your complain and growing pain
For you were never heard
Of all the people,
It has to be pillows and blankets
Who calms your raging soul
In the midst ...
Friday 13th December 2019 2:24 pm
Also by Darlene Butalid:A Letter to Your Grave |
Needle to the skin
Instead of a blade
With permanent scars
Paint a pretty picture
I’ll put it on my arm
Friday 13th December 2019 4:58 am
Also by FuckEmily:Nothing |
The Buddha before you
Never the end
we hear someone say...
or the beginning we hasten to think!
MY life is important...?wha.. wha... what do Yooou think!... ???
3 - 3 - 3 9
I hear you call,
softly and secretly from the depths of my soul.
All the while
living through life
the buddha before you,
Thursday 12th December 2019 2:04 pm
With the first and potentially only tattoo
I celebrate this wet dark blue
With sleeves exposed to the moon
Don't you dare judge me, this art isn't for you...
Like ink on skin and ink on paper
This is my own creation
A red rose with a blue stem wraps around my arm
So that when we shake hands you see one piece of a bouquet
And I tell you something poetic like,
Wednesday 11th December 2019 11:46 pm
Also by Cherry Erich:Black Cats are Brightest in Daylight | These Cages Aren’t Metaphors Anymore |
Wednesday 11th December 2019 5:53 pm
Also by trixtex:You once asked me why I loved you |
A great door opens on a darkened landscape
I stand at the precipice of the unkown
A journey forward or an eternal void
I cannot know what is to be revealed
I am ignorant and childlike in my perception
Despite a wealth of experience and knowledge
The future holds no assurances
Faith speaks of eternity but who am I to know
I step forward with resignation
Wednesday 11th December 2019 4:30 pm