Poetry Blogs (Feb 2019)
Rule number one:
Do no harm.
Just answer me,
How could you hold
Something so fragile
In your arms for so long,
And then just shatter it?
Thursday 28th February 2019 10:51 pm
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:Suffocating | My biggest mistake | Now I Am Angry. | No. No title. | Dreaming | The Ultimate Blanket Fort | Dreams |
All around this town
assumed that you got an idea to go back,
you know that they can't be around
all the lights that swallows lights
that brings you
for any day.
And please don't hang quite high
as you used to do.
I can still follow you down in the same way
that i used to do.
There are thousand and more and more ways \
of coming through.
And we can
dance the life
Thursday 28th February 2019 10:28 pm
It takes a long time to figure out what you're really all about,
There's no definitive guide book that takes a frank look, and explains the mysteries of life,
You just have to, "Go in blind," and kind of work it out,
And face and embrace with good grace, its pleasures and its strife.
There's no guarantee that you'll see' "Three score years and ten,"
No end date to state or indi...
Thursday 28th February 2019 10:21 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Sharpen Your Wit | Absorbing The Day | Show Me A Saint | Yin & Yang | Mirror Mirror | Stories Untold | Life And Friendships | I Cast A Shadow | Dyslexia Rules KO | Be My Guide | Chatting By The Stovetop | Strong And Silent | The Silent Word | The Slant And The Chant | Coin | Whipping Willow | Coffee Pot | In This World | Ms.Donohoe Poetry Tennis Champion. | Yesterdays Kiss | Incline Lupine | Drive | Silver Shot Pocket Watch | Distil By Will | Words | Trust Me |
Micromanaging Miniscule Moments
Meandering 'Midst Murky Memories
Thursday 28th February 2019 9:30 pm
Also by Lisa Bassignani:Bubbles |
Please do not turn me into
leave me out of your
leave my name and
ways for some other
for some other days.
Just write about that
of which you know
do not speculate
verse into the space
I have left.
I've taken my books
from your dusty shelves
stepping over your
Thursday 28th February 2019 9:21 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:My book shelf | 'The trouble with Derek' | Cheap not cheerful Inner city development | Not for me another love | Mirror mirror | Thyme | Accidental Curator | Translations | Aphasia or inebriated spoke schism |
Winnowing Fork and Millstone
The precipice has been reached
the abyss lies far below
Retribution comes on a chariot of fire
with clouds descending
vengance is mine says the Lord
Those who have abused and perverted the Faith
their day of reckoning has arrived
Whether it be in a pew or wearing a red biretta
the hand of judgement makes no distinction
He comes with h...
Thursday 28th February 2019 9:09 pm
Also by keith jeffries:The Lambeth Judgement | Etiquette | Forgotten forever | Disconnected | José Tomas | La Libreria (The Bookshop) | The Purge of Victory | He Sleeps in a Box | A Large Wooden Door | The Spring Offensive | The Beast | All will be well | Aerials | National Character | The Sugar Bowl |
The shed smells of shit
Its not a shed its a chalet
Its boxed happiness
Its a summery
With a swimming pool
Full of polio
Its the place
Like national sheep
Laughing in unison
We were all happy
Happy happy happ...
Thursday 28th February 2019 8:01 pm
Also by Phil Kay:Ah' Chris mate. 8th June 1982. | When the bough breaks | 1982 | No title. | Valparaiso around Cape Horn 1985. | Tonight | New York two 1980 | Jack Dempsy's bar New York 1983 | White light | (untitled) | Homage to Shane | Life and death the only real question. | Bach | Ugly | Son | Panama Love | The Oxygen thief | Soul? | Light | Stories to tell early 1980 | 68 Grafton St 1977 | Fiery heart | Lost love | My Son | Free the mind | Amsterdam 1982 | Reflection refraction. | Kill Them All | pub | (untitled) | A night out in Jack Dempsy's bar New York. 1980. | So I Hit Him | They're Only Words. | Last Night. |
This poem, out of date now, is about the foot and mouth outbreak in March 2001. and is a reminder of the vulnerability of agriculture.
grim as granite
hide behind their faces
as fires are stoked
with carcase after twisted carcase.
Smoke, held low by mourning miist,
blots out the winter sun,
silently stealing through chilled valleys
and lonely farm...
Thursday 28th February 2019 7:53 pm
Also by Dorothy Webb:IN PLACE | MERLIN ? | SPOIL SPORT | EBBISHAM ROAD | GO SOFTLY | ABOUT A GIRL | SCHOOL NATIVITY PLAY | IMPREGNABLE | BLANKET SECURITY | WHO DARES TO DREAM | S'MOTHER LOVE | FOR PAUL | RULE BRITANNIA ? | FROZEN | SPIN - DRIFT | IN SORROW | A LAMENT FOR CHILDHOOD | FAITH (WITHOUT HOPE OR CHARITY) | THIS SILVER PEARL | BY WAY OF EXPLANATION | FOR DARREN |
I am yet to surrender to the ways of heart..
Knocking on the vestige of conscience is incessant ..
The euphoria and the magic though they impart..
I am yet to surrender to the ways of heart..
One hears the mellifluous notes of the Mozart...
But the fate is sealed from the very start..
All those dreams are nothing but effervescent..
I am yet to surrender to the ways of heart..
Thursday 28th February 2019 6:24 pm
Also by mona s:The Bending.. | Tears | Meandering paths | Seascapes | The Dining room | Irresolute days | Hopes | Sand dunes | Forever | Beginnings and endings |
Lonely little life.
Lonely cold nights.
Lonely empty dreams.
Lonely dismal thoughts.
Lonely silent tears.
Lonely vacant heart.
Lonely fake laugh.
Lonely bare hands.
Lonely broken smile.
Lonely crushed soul.
Lonely waste of time.
Lonely little life.
Thursday 28th February 2019 6:11 pm
Also by Itsjustmedownhere:A New Journey | What made me love Him | Shannon | Ode to Depression |
There is a song in my heart and it's only for you,
There will be no lie only true,
We will always laugh and never cry,
We will always live and never die,
Paradise is on its way as we will have paradise everyday,
Only the mighty survive with all there lies they've had to strive,
After extreme pain there can only be gain,
Love is happiness, happiness is love,
It's just like a perfect hand fi...
Thursday 28th February 2019 5:48 pm
Also by Pip Thomas:Every second counts | A beautiful cake | Bird on a wing | Phil being Phil | Lovers song | They sent us to hell. | Without a care | Genius mind | Loony bin | Peace of mind | Back to front | Gerry my friend | Band of brothers | Black bird in a cage | liers and cheats |
I used to be normal
as dull as it gets
but my mind took a left turn
ain't been the same since
I like being abnormal
I make no pretense
people leave me alone
and give me distance
Let others be normal
for them it makes sense
to all be like robots
I prefer Difference
On being abnormal
I admit with a grin
I've learned to live with it...
Thursday 28th February 2019 1:00 pm
Also by d.knape:What Poets Are For | The Weather | Loving Your Neighbor | License To Carry | Coming Soon... | Prison Poem | As Time Expires | Pets | Wedding Dress | Hearing Loss | Men Without Women | C'est La Vie | Bee Lines | Aging Rock Stars | One-Way Conversation | Acrobats | We Never Asked | Cows & Climate | The Poor | Old School | Braless | Good Company | Letting Out The Cat | Burning Inspiration | Being Good |
Can't sit still
Still can't hide the fact my father isn't here
And for now he never will
Sick of trying to numb myself
With countless amounts of beer
As every march I hear wonderwall
I still shed a tear
I wear a smile on the outside
But just a front for all to see
Somedays I still wonder if my half brother thinks of me
So please excuse me
For today on my face th...
Thursday 28th February 2019 12:45 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:love of a vinyl obsessive: (a short valentines record poem) | No more heartfelt apologies. | confessions of a vinyl addict |
On being turned away from a place of worship
Passed the playing children
on through the garden gate,
in haste toward the altar
to pray it's not too late.
But pew on pew is filled with souls
already in Salvation,
I hear the call to other world's
some other congregation.
Thursday 28th February 2019 11:52 am
Also by Wolfgar:The Empath | How many Monks did the Chinese get? | The perfect vacuum | Continental drift | The Voyage of Sleep | Reportage | Survival? | Nomads | Bolton Abbey |
My wife's sister asked how airplanes can do that
I said it's all to do with thrust and flaps
She said I was being filthy and gave my face a slap
Annoyed, I got dressed and went back to my flat
stopping on the way out to kick her bloody cat
At home the wife was taking an afternoon nap
so I quickly put my pads on and went straight in to bat
Thursday 28th February 2019 10:09 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Not Looking Forward to My Old Age | Martin's Missing Sweatshirt | The Magnificent Seven (?) | Martin's Knee | The Man Upstairs | Everything You Need to Know About Gloucester | Ronnie's Pants (and so is his bowling) |
She sit's amongst the piece's
Of broken glass
Of what was her past
The door's they slammed like thunder
Her tears they fall like rain
The warnings from her family
Whirl like a hurricane
She's no longer drowning in emotion
She has made it to the shore
Thursday 28th February 2019 9:58 am
Also by Lysa d:Dating | ANGER | Single mom's | Ready ;-) | I just want my mum | We are all apart of art | Blowing hot and cold | Mistaken | Grounded | Shame | Authentic self |
Thursday,28th February 2019
We always dance
and take the chance
to enjoy and satisfy
with enough of the joy
it takes place in the social gathering
and really pleasing
one's self while someone is praising
and applauding your skill
it is getting lost
in the noisy atmosphere
the loud sound and so many voices around
the real joy is nev...
Thursday 28th February 2019 9:15 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Your quest | Old age provides | Powerless human being | Goes back to | Thoughts painted | An apology sicnerely rendered | For honesty and honor | Person cultivates | Life, no joke | Differently held | On the face and | Divine cover | Temporary things | Directly descend | Weigh the opinion | Love-domant force | Love to all andn | An eternal truth | The simple presentation | Regard for | Positive stance | Human heaven | What a joy! | Sleepless leace | The soul in the heart | Nation pays homage | Nation in rage | Born fighter | Heaven on earth | Not from weakness | Is poetry deceptive? | Voice of freedom | The life we lead | Despite being good | On her birthday | In the team | Reposition | Head of the family | Paradise here | Holier than | Join me there | Untimely critical phase | No pain to soul | Twists and turns | Speaks volumes | Role of human beings | Real joy | Natural objects | Smile with | Nature has turned deadly | With affection and care | Asylum seeker |
It was a sunny Sunday we drove to a park
that has an old house in the middle selling paintings
some of them are good but mostly plenteous crap,
I know enough about art to see the difference.
Naturally, the place was closed since it was Sunday.
But going up a ramp to the park a driver buzzed his horn
they do that a lot in Portugal I told the driver what I thoug...
Thursday 28th February 2019 7:24 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the princess | the doll house is burning | looking east | too big a flat | suckling pig | cleanliness | bully beef | pre-dawn | Australia | the bird of omen | not what you see | anit this and that | once when | the aged | the way it used to be | a horse | forget me not | I knew of a writer | a new society | conspiracy thinking | a calamitous night | cats | the failed writer | sunlit Cascais | Brexit 2 | dementia | the Norwegian club | epigram 5 |
We are all users and addicts
We use the nicotine to subside the feelings of anxiety
we use social media for validation that we really only need from oursleves
we use the tv shows to escape from our own lives even if its just for 30 minutes
we use the music to drown out the sounds of reality
we find it hard to really be ourselves
addicted to the feelings of stability and calmnes...
Thursday 28th February 2019 6:58 am
Also by erbc:Dear Mom | For Hunter | The Giving | Life After Love |
Australian humour's dry-like
Dry and droll's can be
And as I am Australian
That's what you'll get from me
The humour which I give out
At times is hard to follow
Now Don you must be kidding me
That's really hard to swallow
You think the python snake
Which ate someone's pet cat
Is just a joke that I made up?
It grabbed it from its ...
Thursday 28th February 2019 6:22 am
Also by Don Matthews:Crap | Catharsis | Funny Yes. Serious Very. Mobile Phone Addiction | Mobiles More Important Than Children | Sync | Why Do I Write? | Fun or Serious? I Can't Decide? | Holiday Build. R and R Centre for Expired Poets | Risky Poet | Silly | He's Damaging Our Website, Breaking All the Rules |
In this modern age of communication
It would seem the art of conversation
Is fast becoming a dying art
Its deteriorating and falling apart
Shouldn’t technology improve our lot
Comms on the move, Comms in a jot
But DM, IM and SMS
Have turned our comms into a mess
The standard of language is coming down
The i-generation are dumbing down
LOL is no laughing matter
Thursday 28th February 2019 3:48 am
Also by John McDonough:Georgie Pell Puddin' and Pie | Non Omnis Moriar (I Shall Not Wholly Die) | 21st Century Vows | Terence Evans | Dawn | Autocorrect and predictive text ruined my chance of romance and sex | In love with a boy | Ten Thousand Pricks at her Fingertips | Monica Lewinsky | Mediocre Town | Box of Dark Things | Exit Stage Left | Truly Beloved Customer Care | The day you died all I felt was disappointment | Impulse | The Noise of War |
See rain, you see
Thursday 28th February 2019 2:32 am
Pyromaniacs on the event horizon
I'd give you fire if you could use it
We could burn trouble for a while
Take you to the room full of secrets
Make love to you just for a smile
I've spent my life entirely naked
Wearing arms around my chest
Sending flares to the event horizon
Asking for a little help
Rescuers come in uniform
Blankets and trucks make a mess
Never waiting for th...
Thursday 28th February 2019 12:11 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Pace | Dirty | Our Best Guest | Every Chance | My Guardian Angle | The People Adventure | Others | On Bandcamp | Consultants | Homespun | This | Executive time | New spoken word | Teacher Dreams | Tensile Strength | At lunch |
She, for sure, was warrior,
When sky was black as gold,
Dragged across the sunless sea
By men without a soul.
Her stories and narrations,
Her lives, as yet untold,
From slave ships and from factories
Were heard amidst the hold.
She heard the tramp of wizened men,
Who shivered in the cold:
Men who never saw the sun;
Nor kindnesses behold.
Wednesday 27th February 2019 9:28 pm
Also by John E Marks:The way of the cloud | Out of the blue | A black-hinge | Thus Spoke Zarathustra | Homage to Nietzsche | Rhapsody | A haunting | Bounty | The false economies of love | Stippled sky | the canal predicts | PASSING STRANGE | Remains | Seer | From woman better things spring | Alternative histories | Time's fool | Elegy for Anna | SOLVING | Oscar goes to the zoo | On the way to the dance | Stutterer | The Scylla, | Pain | The swinging bridge | Just deserts | Heavenly | To the ghost-dancers of the Sioux - dedicated to my good friend, Jacob | Why we need to fly (for my good friend, Jacob) | Ch-ch-changes | Pouring out the vitriol |
good while it lasted
the path found
that lead nowhere
Wednesday 27th February 2019 8:54 pm
Also by steve black:kyoka | kyoka |
The kids are alright!
It could be global warming
It could be global greed
But it took the kids to make a stand
To highlight our planet’s hour of need
And the cries went up of truants
How dare they defy what we say
How dare you leave school early
Come back now and stay!
What for? The kids said
Something needs to be done
You grown ups aren’t even bothered
But there’s a battle to be...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 6:02 pm
I have yet to loose and not be able to get backbup
I am usually the one that is able to get up Everytime
Only to see now that part of me is lost.
To be and hide behind that I see that I had things I never known or took time to see what was there.
I see I put up a front and hide my true feelings till I break or lose someone dear to my heart
With this I believe I lost the love of my l...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 5:27 pm
Its 2 am and I can't stop thinking about you.
The way your eyes crinkle,
the way your lips curl into a smile
God that smile showing your teeths, looking at me and i take you in.
Every dent of your skin, every spot, all the twinkles in your eyes, the prettiest nose scrunch, ...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 4:42 pm
Born from a floating skull
adrift amid the shards
of the Kuiper belt.
A winged god in full
Fertile as an egg you created
out of loneliness.
But what strange creatures
glide now in your
We, in this village
of water hope to seek
So in your name, libations
of flesh are made but in return
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:42 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:Snakes and Ladders in the Afterlife | Existence Independent of Life | The Mars | KIC 8462852 | Podcast For Spoken Label | Saturn and the Hymn of the Ring-Makers | Ghosts and Gods | Man Bites Dog | For The Girl Who Likes Listening To Hearts | T-Rex In Tank With Painted Bones | Sentience | The Sea As Sigil | An Accidental and Almost-Fatal Invocation | Cage Of Echoes | The Migration Of Shadows | Airstrike From The Eleventh Density | Tectonic | Spine Fire (Instructions For Survivors Of Kundalini) | The Ghosts We Haunt | The Dark At The End Of The Tunnel | This Corpse Eats The Stars With Bloody Feet | A Nightmare Room Made Of Broken Glass And Spider's Legs | Someone At The Door |
Written following an open mic at which I arrived early and it was alomst three and a half hours before I go to read, by which time I was ready for home, so decided to do what is in the poem. I'm often referred to as the Poet that nobody knows what he'll come up with, so now it coul dbe teh poet that nobody knows what he'll do. The poems going down well at other open mics, and had good reviews on F...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:15 pm
Does a lie has feet or walk
Only liars have more than two
Don't listen to a lie as a joke
Then will help lies to grow
God will ask; why do you lie?
So get ready for God's punishment.
Me, you, them, surely will die
Should keep ready for last statement
Get back soon to the early pureness
And stop cheating creatures
Just in case you look for happiness
Wednesday 27th February 2019 1:03 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:Believe to Live | MATES | Life Race | The choice | THE KNOWLEDGE | Laugh to Live. | Save to live | CONFIDENCE | Isabella | Beauty Song | REGRET | My Fault | Love Seed | Against Wind | Simply Says | MAKE SUCCESS | LET's PRAY | HEART's KEY | The Theater | Practical Woman | No Answer |
Let me tell you this
a secret lies within oneself,
many dare to dismiss.
Loving one who is broken,
A problem to handle,
That is not ones own.
A secret to help bury,
Yet not to hold on ones own.
The truth is set free,
When their true self is recognized
By the one who had the power,
All along on the ...
Wednesday 27th February 2019 8:31 am
I'd play the recorder
who'd fill the canopy
And consider the night
bright with marvels
until dawn should loiter
Scars wheals soothed healed
tomorrow save today
here a balm for my wound
These beliefs shan't spare me
however I give
the flute all my air
Wednesday 27th February 2019 12:09 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Start Of Something Big | Keep Calm And Carry On (The Poem, mk2) | The Poem, mk 1 | News From Dartford |
Spare us the pretentious pap
Close cousin to contentious crap;
They both abound when it's a free go,
Bilious bastards of the ego.
Tuesday 26th February 2019 8:13 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:DOWN BY THE MEWSTONE - folk song | MARKING TIME | KISS OFF | KEEP IT SIMPLE | DYING FOR A FAG | AN IRISH REJOICING - song | MRI | DIVERSE DETERMINATIONS | FOR THE BIRDS | AN IRISH REJOICING |
you are moving,
though not nearly
fast enough for your liking.
look at the tracks you've made–
pillars that stands behind you.
you no longer have to sink into
the depths of the cold beneath you.
you have made a trail for yourself
if only you keep going.
you are making progress,
though not nearly
fast enough for your liking.
Tuesday 26th February 2019 5:32 pm
in svalbard, i watch the northern lights
a neon bruise on the tiny patch of infinity that
fizzes endless chaos atoms above my head
we’re the ghosts of those who touched us
but if you distil the maelstrom down to its purest form
all that’s left is your heart pumping blood, your brain crackling
and the saliva that passes between our lips when we kiss
Tuesday 26th February 2019 4:14 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:cellular automata |
Truth is love;
You lied to me.
Love is precious;
You stole from me.
Acceptance is love;
You want to change me.
Love is freedom;
Just let me be.
Tuesday 26th February 2019 2:39 pm
How beautiful everything seems, even all happen contrary
Don't get the idea whether it's a dream, reality or a story
Neither she feel regret nor any worry,
It's a kind of feeling which has made her heart awry.
Continuously only for that face her eyes seeks.
All the time you can see her those blushing cheeks
Fot her, one day without him passes like a week
Tuesday 26th February 2019 2:36 pm
Music swirls in caressing spirals,
embracing a shelf of favourite books
thumbed and enjoyed over the years,
each proud and stiffened spine caressed
like mist around oaks once young.
Some of those covers showing their age
and I smile
at the music, its immediacy
and at the desperation of stored print,
the ludicrous desire to know all.
For now I have given up b...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 12:43 pm
Also by ray pool:PODS | CEREMONIAL | TEMPLE IN THE SKY | I'M IN LOVE WITH MATT BAKER | VALENTINE | POSITIVE | THROUGH THE GATES | WAITING | PEAKS AND TROUGHS | 75th BIRTHDAY | FOG BANK | MR. SHOPLAND (INSURANCE MAN) | TRANSFORMATION | ON THE TREADMILL |
Allow your family to earn pride from your life,
but don’t let that drive your future – disinherit
yourself from the dread pawn shop of parental pride.
Yesteryear’s values are manifested today,
as we’re taught that previous generation’s life
strategies should be our perpetuate creed also.
Ignore the towering expectation, which would
propel you into adulthood living el...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 12:20 pm
Also by Rich:Face Time | Nature's Bounty |
She’s been told
You are a type with great appetite
That you never have enough
and you always want more
Sometimes she saw you licking
But she remained blind
Didn’t want to believe you could lie
Finally, she discovered your
hidden treats in the closet
Then she knew you overate
She could smell it on your breath
You’ve been havin...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 9:18 am
Also by Anya:The Drawer | Green | The String |
That single drop in the ocean
that butterfly flutter
that ripple in the potion
that nervous stutter
The reason follows 'because'
a fall after a stumble
a gamble after a pause
lightening before a rumble
Blooms from the seed
seed from the flower
the cycle of life
revealing endless power
An effect follows a cause
some larger, some small
Tuesday 26th February 2019 7:17 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:Infectious laughter | Ghost writer | Gentle caress | Hiding amongst the molecules | Beyond this place | My Realm |
WHERE ARE YOUR EYES?
Are your eyes focused on his smile?
Are your eyes on her pure blonde hair?
What a lifeless moment you both now share.
Is that a couple at the table?
They would rather idolize their phones?
The only thing they want to hear are their own ringtones.
Shouldn’t they be talking their ears off?
How long have they been in the tunnel?
Tuesday 26th February 2019 6:59 am
Also by Ty:ETERNAL ROMANCE | SPECIAL WOMAN | THE SUN | EYE CONTACT | ESCAPE | CHECK THIS OUT |
now for the ramblings of my mind
A point of interest that I can not resist
The constant jibber jabber of the jabberwalkies keeps tick tickity talking
Constant engraining into my membrane
bound to drive a man insane
I think I will go fishing
awake before the early dawn
put my fishing hat on
push out onto the mirroring lake
and cast out my pain
and reel in a gift f...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 4:37 am
Also by New Shoes:The Real Culprit |
I stand on the hard, black dirt,
watching the thick fog swirl around me.
I hear the voices of my family and friends,
the meows of my grandma’s cat, long since dead,
and the barks of the dogs, most of which have passed on.
I watch the memories unfold,
seeing faces, some of which I haven’t seen in years.
I smile and laugh at some,
cry watching some,
and remember al...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 2:40 am
Lonely heart open ache melting brain
filling my insides with smoke so I forget my name
I only wanted love but I ended up driving myself insane
my life is good I can’t complain except when I look into past mistakes
Stuck in the memories sealing my fate
Growing up i was happy in a tragic way
Fallen behind collecting shame
I fell in love with a different person everyday to ...
Monday 25th February 2019 11:31 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:Disconnected | Attention |
I regret that day
I regret that day
I let you walk out without a word
I'm still here waiting for you
I'll still take a bullet for you
It doesn't matter how many times you break my heart
I'll always be here for you
This alcohol has me up at 2 in the morning
Worrying about you
Goddamn living like this is killing me
I'd rather die than give up on you
You're going to give me a heart att...
Monday 25th February 2019 10:37 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:My Story | Waiting | Cardboard Boy (Lyrics) | Looking For Cloud Nine | I'm Alright (lyrics) | Melancholy Walking | Uneasy Thoughts | A Terrible Fate | Thoughts That Go Like Bullets Through You | The Ghost of Me | The T-Virus | Let's Pretend I'm Fine Like You Do | The Grin of A Killer 2 Little John Doe | The Grin of A Killer | A Broken Callous Heart | Happiest I've Ever Been | Maybe | Rubbish Poem |
I wish you looked at me with love
And looked at me with passion
I wish you held me all the time
Like I was going out of fashion
I wish I was what you wanted
When you start to feel alone
I guess what I’m saying is
I wish I was your phone
Monday 25th February 2019 10:01 pm
On hard wet ground, exposed like a pulsing nerve,
half a yard from the comfort of grass,
it writhed unsteadily to unheard music, while the
connoisseur’s eye judged its girth from a bush.
Rainwater marinated and near wasted after a night
of passion, casting tired letter shapes as the sun split
clouds overhead, this foot long night crawler knew
of its place on the...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:09 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:Schrödinger's Mouse | Then It Rains | Invitation To Move On | And Yet | Jigsaw |
This was not written by me but by my daughter when she was about 12. It is about her grandmother who had cancer and had gradually lost her ability to recognise anyone or remember things. I haven't missed out the last word - that's how she ended it. I carry it in my purse and it still makes me cry.
Remember the days w...
Monday 25th February 2019 5:37 pm
Also by Just jo:Evergreen | All of you | Can't we just talk? | Hard enough |