Poetry Blogs (Mar 2019)
The space between ciggarettes is a period for dark incubations.
I spoke to a homeless man who was 19 and I am 39. I felt like an immature child pampered and protected from the harsh reality of dysfunction and consequences.
Pleasure is happieness's wayward sister. She's loose and frivolous.
I grow cancer for bleak despair. My offspring will be cut out of me. Comfort is death assured.
Monday 18th March 2019 11:30 pm
Also by Daniel King:Fragments 5 | Fragments 4 | Fragments 3 | RED POETRY | Fragments 2 | Fragments 1 | Fragments |
Bone by bone they all shattered
The porcelain doll never forget
The collection of cobwebs upon its face
You abandoned her when she needed you most
How could you know any better
Empathy was never something that you were gave
So burn the box and leave everything
God knows it's lonely living without her
Monday 18th March 2019 11:18 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:The Black Annis | Pink Sundays | Relapsing, Pure Misery | Words of The Waiting Man 28 | Falling Into Pieces | Dreaming of Firefly | Memento Mori | The Old Ones | Unreleased Poem | A Letter To Firefly | Love Me Please? | This Is Decaying Alive | Cafe of Blues Coffee (Roots) | Firefly | Dying In My Sleep |
Stop, look inward.
Be aware by becoming still.
Notice your thoughts.
They are seeds.
Plant with care.
This may be difficult
because we want
but even the longest journey
a single movement.
A tower rises from
a single brick.
Don't worry about failure or success.
Step by step,
Monday 18th March 2019 8:22 pm
Also by Fernwood Press:Poem 64 of "Because of This" | There is a Later Train | It's a Miracle, I Tell You | Come Down from the Clouds |
Our peacock-angel faces shone
In this fierce Mesopotamian sun:
We survived the Byzantines: the Turks.
Assyrian Christians became our friends.
We traded with the Jews of Nineveh and saw
The Ottomans rise and fall.
We are the Êzidî, our first year was 4,750 years before
The crucifixion in Jerusalem.
Some say we have been here forever, ...
Monday 18th March 2019 7:42 pm
Also by John E Marks:The greatest gift | Sad-eyed lady | Spending Time | Ripple | Treatment | Love the one you're with | CHEMOTHERAPY | All that love can do | The Resurrection of the Dead | The Unwritten | Heart of Gold | 17.4 million | Wolf children | Forget-Me-Not | Blues | Down the pub | Soldier of fortune | Kassia | The kalash | see that my grave is kept clean | Wild | Tin Drum | The valley | As you please | A withering wind | Knife crime | Continue to be kind | Good Evening | Council House Kid | Thelema |
spring defies winter
ibaraki's acid bruise
piercing litmus noise
detune freezing radio
submission to fleeting hope
Monday 18th March 2019 5:06 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:even though it's all switched off, a constant hum |
Sunday,17th March 2019
Let us dream peace within
the object must be clearly seen
let the hatred disappear
and dimish the fear
words may not help
but the bad intention may stop
the dream for peaceful land
and foes shall emerge from the friends
good intent must present
and remain absent
from the distrust
and must always entrust
Monday 18th March 2019 4:42 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Bow my head | Poetry is a rare gift | No, you are out | Why do I write? | Listen to your own | Love and gesture | Only way as | Enough to be | Your words | Independence struggle | Feel right | Heart falls | Illusion since long | You damned it | Peace | Fire withtin | Let love grow | Chose honestly | Fully content | I praise | Life, not worth | Life not worth | Omni presence | With new beginning | Such is the definition | Peace-self first | No miser | Tolerance power and | O! lovely flower | Not powerless | To other world | I bow down to the motherland | Yes dear | Vaccum | Silence-own color | life in confusion | Cause in relation | The time may fill | Counsel at | Forget an animosity | Golden rays on earth | Being human here | Feel good | An appeal | The silence | Smile at lovers | No violence to |
Evil predators strike
places of worship
killing assembled praying
easy targets slain
millions replace victims
each praying harder
condemning barbaric atrocities.
Guilty as charged
murderers stand unaffected
bible placed inside
grey stone cells
anxious spirits inflict
inhuman silent screaming
life sentences passed.
Monday 18th March 2019 3:54 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:The Waiting Game | Chasing Dreams |
CROSSING THE MYCALE STRAIT [A REFUGEES TALE]
From above Kusadasi harbour
On a hot July day,
I watch while a 10-metre fishing boat
Sails slowly across the bay.
Monday 18th March 2019 3:14 pm
Also by trevor homer:IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE | I DREAM IN POETRY | I WAS LISTENING TO NEIL YOUNG ON THE RADIO |
Each weekend you settle down,
a chair, a drink, a bag of words
drawn blindly out
one by one
and used to scratch a scab.
The more the rasp, the more the hurt
blunt-edged consonants sharpish vowels
bullied flesh left to bleed.
On Monday the wound is glazed
by Wednesday thin-skinned and sore
Friday’s taut frail carapace
Monday 18th March 2019 2:38 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Multiple Blog Entries |
She stares at the ocean.
The waves crashing and falling.
Crumbling, Like an avalanche.
Everything falling apart.
For you can’t ride the boat.
You are imobile.
People do everything for you.
A King they would murmur.
Chasing you, begging for your attention.
Although you fear publicity.
But when that crocodile ran you up that tree
did you dare to b...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:05 pm
They shut the pits down long before
they closed the shipyard doors.
The steel that we were promised never came.
Then they said they’d dock our dole,
because we weren’t at home,
available for work that wasn’t there.
For twenty-seven days we marched,
just trying to be heard,
but government can only hear the rich.
Three hundred miles and all for nowt.
We might have bloody known.
Monday 18th March 2019 1:25 pm
Chaos seems the wrong first word:
and nothing moving e'er occurred
Chaos speaks to me of chance:
that happen in time's dance
So before chaos, ah, but stop -
stasis as creation's dark backdrop
Some cosmic joggle, as if perhaps
Monday 18th March 2019 10:57 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:Stranded High | Aubade |
My father used to drink Heineken.
Naturally, when I was old enough to drink, I too drank Heineken.
He used to smoke cigarettes, though he hid this addiction well.
So, when I was old enough to understand that this caused his death,
I vowed to never pick one up.
He would always give to beggars and assist strangers in need,
Even when he knew that it might be to the detriment of his ...
Monday 18th March 2019 10:54 am
Why did I decide to fall
face first on to a concrete heart,
Why do I let myself think that
for maybe just a moment someone might actually want me.
Monday 18th March 2019 10:53 am
Winner and losers
The two boys
down they ran
to the town`s pond
feeding the ducks
they had a bag each
one of them had
a mother who worked
in a cake shop.
The boy who came second
had been eating
as he ran
didn`t care if the first
his mother worked
in a cake shop.
Monday 18th March 2019 10:53 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the great war and India | surrogate | the oldies blog | the burning | re-remembered | chicken and fado | the long walk | in the beginning | page fifteen | meteorology | flying things | ploughing | we, conjurers | forenoon show | senryu |
I wanted to do a poem today to provoke a thought or thinking about the insanity of taking drugs. I have known many people succumb to Heroin and painkillers, alcohol and it all seems so futile I myself suffered with addiction through mental illness. Its a terrible thing and very dark. So here is my attempt at describing this disease.
Bereft of feeling
Stare into the abyss
Monday 18th March 2019 9:20 am
Also by Daemon Cantrell:Cadence | Brexit |
What was the chance i did know you ?
What was the chance we did be friends ?
What was the serendipity of me been in awe of you
But here i am expressing how it feels
From your smile that captivates the and got me tripping every moment
You are a manifestation of astonishing beauty
A dime + 99 equals you
Your eyes are irresistibly stunning
With the body of a goddess
Monday 18th March 2019 8:59 am
Childhood memories brings a face never forgotten..
It comes alive with all its contortions in the dream
The face with a hideous grin, staring in the darkness with a strange and satisfying gleam..
Thoughts conjure up images of it so vivid
That smirk, that deliberate smile so abominable..
The encounter was oddish and so unreal..
Memories being blurred, yet encompassing and intolerable..
Monday 18th March 2019 8:24 am
Also by mona s:Handcuff | Paralysed - A monorhyme | Right to write | Like me.. | Enchanting | Someday | Soul mates | Depression | The tracks | The far away | The farewell | Restless soul |
in the rush of the city,
the uncertainty, the sorrow, the pain,
there is a haven peculiar and pretty
that shines a light on us
the walls, so high, they gather the light
during the day
it radiates through the surfaces,
and when the sun sets down
it warms the night
and the minds flow
when music feeds the souls
and passes strenuous thoughts
turning them into red triangl...
Monday 18th March 2019 8:16 am
The history of
Has never passed rent free
Its stressed in carven stone
Lost in craven moan
Soulless seeking souls
Reaching for a missing heaven
Misfits of recognition
Blighting of long tradition
Give them back their freedom.
Until its passed its kingdom
To face a faithless fate
Is not to miss the gate
For those that see the strife
Monday 18th March 2019 2:23 am
Also by Phil Kay:Chemo Pharmacopeia | Surfing the sky | Dance | Cancer | Days | Freedom of the mind. | Spring | The Anti Shanty 2016 | Vancouver 24 hour of love 1980 | Scream me a proverb | My Son my sun | Slice of heaven Sydney 1987 | Spring | Survival | New York 1979 | Mr Fate | Duality | Cancer | Heart on fire | Recruitment Office 1979 | Grandad 1930 | Shame |
Friendly drinks with a party of strangers,
concocted to poison one’s composition,
led me to cold wet grass under some stars.
My figure sank deep into the dark horizon,
I twisted skyward to breathe in bleak cosmos.
This is how I stumbled upon my new religion.
Awake now, I lived in accord with this religion.
God’s terrific eyes stared from the faces of strangers;
otherworldly airships desc...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:19 am
Also by John Flowers:Wisdom Removal | Catalog of Stars |
Wonder how many times
I climed the fence
To another day of mine in hell
I guess it's fine when you are blind
Inhale, it's okay.
Wonder how many times
I lost myself
Under deep unconsciousness
Of lonely self.
Just to fit in with them
Not being you is death
Trying hard to be like them
Wasting who I am
What a wonderful day
To feel l...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:10 am
I Love you
Three words that change everything
I Love you too
He said when I let my guard down
I care for you
He said when I disappointment was coming
I care for you
Again but for when he had no answer
Spoke the loudest
An action that chased my self esteem away
Monday 18th March 2019 1:53 am
Also by Cynthia Haz:Little Girl |
To all you brave young shavers contemplating marriage vows
I offer this advice to ward off arguments and rows.
The Vicar he will tell you, ‘‘Marriage is a partnership’’
But very soon you’ll find out when the pretence starts to slip
That your experience mirrors mine which (only half in jest)
Is on every single matter –
I’ve found Our Gert knows best.
You may think the time...
Sunday 17th March 2019 10:25 pm
Also by John Coopey:PRIAPUS | NOT THEIR FINEST HOUR | THE WORST SCHOOL IN THE COUNTRY | SHE | GAYS | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |
A soldier stands before the dawn, awaiting his fate in silence
A cock crows, of years bygone, taste of coffee, muscles tense
The feel of the family flag, its tattered shreds bring sorrow
The sergeant cries, the captain barks, their bold words ring hollow
He dreams of long lost battles, where his forefathers in solace tread
Their memories bound in simple cloth, fading colors tribute to the...
Sunday 17th March 2019 8:31 pm
Also by Heart of Lead:Of Gods and Pharaohs | His Eyes |
Her broken heart scatters like petals in the breeze
As shards they sought and collected by the lowly,
guarded in vessels of hope,
awaiting the hearts spring that it may bloom anew
Sunday 17th March 2019 6:42 pm
We hooked-up in the Great Northern Railway Tavern,
Hornsey, remembered well from student days
we marched in from the underground, Turnpike Lane’s
combination bus terminal and Deco station
the furthest north I’d been, thinking back to Camden
Town, and Scotland, now the cold’s returned – snows often chase
the furtive warmth of Spring away, pick up the pace –
as we unlock to own ourselves ord...
Sunday 17th March 2019 6:06 pm
Better to live in hope
And die with a chuckle
Than live in despair
And silently buckle.
Sunday 17th March 2019 5:52 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WHAT IS...? (with a slight nod to W.H. Davies) | CHARGE! | LADIES - YOU'RE HAVING A LAUGH | THE RACING STABLE | HERO AND COWARD |
Tired of feathering this death nest
Should be ticking my bucket list
Whiling not tiling
Scouting not grouting
Adventuring not rendering
Raving not paving
Dancing not fencing
Soaring not flooring
Sating not painting
Travelling not gravelling
Aspiring not rewiring
Being not doing
Living not DIYing
Sunday 17th March 2019 4:41 pm
Also by John McDonough:The Bully | I Hate Cats! | A Woman Without Her Man | Knife Crime | Ee By Gum | Rough Justice at Durnford Street High |
"I talked to her
and she kissed me too."
"Are you insane?
It can't be true.
You are a simple soul
undone by grief.
Or was it a dream?"
"Nay, Nay, she came.
She looked at me and smiled.
Her contenance was light
and I stood bewildered
until she called my name.
I wept and shrieked,
'After all these days
You finally speak!
Tell me the reason
why you le...
Sunday 17th March 2019 2:37 pm
I want my words to have worth like William.
With magical adjectives that travel through time
To conjure a landscape
And portray a peace
They reach across centuries.
I want my words to empower like Maya.
With certainty and strength to inflate the hearts
And sway the hips of a million women.
I want to reach her passion, wear her confidence,
Sunday 17th March 2019 2:15 pm
Redemption, like water through your fingers,
A coil of mist beyond your grasp,
Almost within reach, but no whisp lingers,
No droplet held within your clasp.
No arbiter or judge except your endless soul,
No sign of the divine expresses,
The hole which leaves you unwhole,
Filled with the unholy that so wholly possesses.
That which can only be gifted, never taken,...
Sunday 17th March 2019 12:55 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:A Stone For The Miller | Hammers and Forges | Dive In | Vexillology | Take Your Place With Good Grace | Elected Inchworm | Sit Down My Friend | Fairytales | Poetic Dissection |
sit at the light
stare with weary eyes
the only pause in the day
think about work
stop and go
cars all in a row
tired state of mind
turn up the radio
tune out the world
days lost in drive-time
bumper to bumper
going home traffic
Sunday 17th March 2019 12:35 pm
Also by d.knape:Once We Were Gods | Shoes | Sooner Or Later | Point Of No Return | WD-40 | Horseback | Frosted Flakes Are Never Falling | When The Cows Come Home | Football Is King | Endangered Poets | Adobes | Stop Signs | Blood Pressure | Rumors Of My Demise | Wounded Heart | New Book |
Please note: this is a re-post in honour of St Paddy's Day! (Photos taken of Yeats statue in Sligo town.)
Standing in reverence of a mighty giant
his Nobel words remembered, this fan notes
exaggerated bat-like shoulders enhance his
thoughtful gaze - watching the Horseman?
Others have stepped up on Galway stone; held
those long, thin legs as th...
Sunday 17th March 2019 10:37 am
Also by Frances Macaulay Forde:Smooth Skin | Breakfast at Garfunkle’s | Lesson No 65 | International Women's Week |
It’s a Sunday morn in March and I rise like a lark full of springtime joy
The date is the 17th where on earth have you been it’s St Patrick’s Day boy
With a surname of Doolan nobody are you fooling you’re an Irish guy
With a drink in my hand and a tune from the band my head is held high
It’s a day to celebrate no time to hesitate let the good times roll
Everbody is grand give me you...
Sunday 17th March 2019 9:23 am
Also by Tom Doolan:Woman of Wonder |
At last they have received some closure . The Truth is coming out . Roaming the streets . A way of life . Put yourself in these children’s shoes . It’s been happening for years . Authorities Knew . Authorities Denied . Wouldn’t believe . Such things do happen . Wouldn’t believe . How could anyone know and do nothing . The Truth will Always find it’s way out .
Sunday 17th March 2019 6:56 am
Also by Wendy Higson:Politicians | Ashamed | Make Them Stop |
I feel anxious when posting my poems
Cos they're not in WOL's normal genre
But my shadow quietly says with encouragement
Don't worry, just do it, and good onya
Don Matthews December 2018
Sunday 17th March 2019 6:05 am
Also by Don Matthews:It's Shit Not Shite | This Rhyme Upsets the Rhymer – Understanding Bipolar Disorder | Adut Akech, Depression and Mental Heath | Sadly More Noteworthy | Please Flush | And the Earth Sighed... | How Do I Solve This Battle? | So What Do You Want me To Write About? | Harrods Escalator and The Girl with Torn Jeans | Australian Government. Tell Oil Companies GTFO Our Great Australian Bight | Our Thoughts and Prayers Are With You | Why Haven't We Been Invited To Our Neighbour's Sex Party? | I Am No Better Than You | Would They? | Cardinal Pell, Burn in Hell |
Don't try to stop me
You can't and I won't
Stopping at nothing
I'll get what I want
Failure is not an option
That I choose to accept
You cannot deter me
While I still have breath
My vision is clear
My desires are true
Will guide me through
Stopping at nothing
I'll get what I want
Don't try to stop me
You can't and I won't
I will ...
Sunday 17th March 2019 12:19 am
Also by Lisa Bassignani:The Darkness of the Night | 'untitled' | Drowning (In Depression) |
Hard is the knock-knock
of a world bent and lent
against its self, gone awry-
The thinking strands
that cannot find their
ends to meet themself,
this self has ever yet
to mean it; prove it-
Yet all this squandered time,
these uncounted hours have
a time to thrill
a time to its own purpose-
I will post this warning:
(to a self)
I fear de...
Sunday 17th March 2019 12:12 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:Wipers in D minor | Mum | The Votive Offering | I never sleep when... |
Our lives are shaped by our birth
and by the opportunities we're given
There's no point complaining about your looks
or your background or your wealth
You've just got to get on with it
and play the hand you've been dealt
Take me for example
I'm good looking, healthy and rich
but you never hear me complaining
Ain't life a bitch?
Saturday 16th March 2019 10:32 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:Time to see the priest |
Ensnared in the lyrics of romantic songs
dressed to kill with a story to tell
no one wants to hear.
Lend me your ear.
Not today - nor any other day
yet the lyrics weave their spell.
Hollow footsteps up my spine
those of only me and mine.
A lonely echo of a silent voice.
Is there a meaning? who can tell.
Saturday 16th March 2019 10:19 pm
Also by ray pool:HAWK WIND | WAIT HERE FOR INFINITY | CHILDREN'S TOYS | THE DISTANCE OF AGE | SKID ROW |
I am a word wanderer
peripatetic poetry is my voyage,
each syllable a serendipitous moment,
vowel vitality fuels every page
while a loquacious line forks off into two distances
leaving a double and doubtful sense
to my meanderings
all the better for the turn of phrase,
adding to the journey
is a consonant chaos of juxtaposition and alliteration,
a choice to turn left ...
Saturday 16th March 2019 9:11 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Lexical longings | Hangman |
I can't write about you,
It's too much of a muddle,
Like dirty dishwasher,
In a puddle.
You'd think rhyme wrong here,
Attempts at humour a joke,
That word play distracts from you.
It was me too,
I know, I know.
My ballad skies inwards,
Dives down my throat,
Tugs on my tongue,
It lies still.
I still have some though,
In a box burie...
Saturday 16th March 2019 8:37 pm
Saturday 16th March 2019 5:56 pm
I do dream,
This abundant love I see
It longs, not for the morrow.
it lays, in rest with now.
I dream of ears attuned to you
so his eyes may see
the you in me.
I do dream,
I see Joy where justice lay,
I see Regret turned rejoice,
Only by trust in you,
I do dream :
A dress so clean,
A slate so fresh,
A smile so bright,
Not for a day,...
Saturday 16th March 2019 5:39 pm
Also by Mandyshansy:Some Days | Sexy Sleep | I'd like to call | Motivate Me | Mobility | Stranger Care | Summer or snow,shoes to go |
This a letter to Elsa, a nervy fluttery little fve year old.
spread your trembling wings and fly
to chase your dreams across a laughing sky
see where the raindrops learnt to dance
and where white horses rear and prance,
then ride on the back of a mischievous breeze
to play new games above blue sparkling seas.
When you tire of playing hitch a ride
Saturday 16th March 2019 4:13 pm
Also by Dorothy Webb:REMEMBER REMEMBER The 5th of November | LEGAL MURDER | IN CELEBRATION OF SPRING ??? | DRUMMIN' | YOUTHFUL BOASTINGS | DUCK HOLE BOG | GLORIOUS ANARCHY | KINGSDOWN WOOD |
I am the eldest and esteem myself
fit to vie for kingship.
In retrospect I see
the swagger foretell the downfall.
Proudly I reached for the princess's hand
and reach no further in life.
The second brother, never my wing-man,
always a cur, calculates further.
His moves well planned, his touch a strike
spider like, with one day dreams
in lieu of success
he may settle under a ston...
Saturday 16th March 2019 2:22 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:I Came Outta The Jungle N Met You | Chestnut balanced On The Highest Peak |
From my mid-teens
If something insulted my sensibilities
Anything – in any context – any medium -
My immediate reaction
With an indignant puff was:
HOLY HOT HANNIBALEM!
Which ejaculation -
Always so satisfying
Flying past my teeth
My tongue relishing alliteration -
Allowed my brain to catch up with my mouth
Levelling the field
For better appreciation
Saturday 16th March 2019 2:15 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Oratory | The Joke |
Grown wild, unclaimed and loose in lanes,
he peed higher, spat further, swore louder
than any other latchkey street weed.
Green acolytes, summoned with strangled
banshee howls, drawn to worship as he spoke
to us in bloodied tongues for a dare.
Envied for knowledge of hidden pathways
by the railway, and his dead bat in a matchbox,
which some could see for tuppence.
Pursuing the lost, alw...
Saturday 16th March 2019 11:32 am
Also by Jonathan Humble:Remember Me | Secrets Of Men | The Copenhagen Interpretation of E-mails (after Niels Bohr and Werner Heisenberg) | On Good Days |
In a crowded bar, we nab a table,
acquiring a seat, in case we lose out.
Taking for self incurs disadvantage
for others, as we take their rightful share.
So we look out for ourselves, determined
that we gain advantage through selfishness.
Making us fight for everything drives
division, isolation and mistrust.
We compete for resources, just in case
Saturday 16th March 2019 8:18 am
Also by Rich:Stone |
I see that vacant look
In a lot people’s eyes lately
Life has tumbled
Spinning their heads around
A moment to think …
Then click the screen
And the possible moment of enlightenment
Disappears down the daily sluice
I see those eyes now …
Trying to become vacant
Blank as the mobile scream
Waiting for th...
Saturday 16th March 2019 3:19 am
Also by David R Mellor:You Didn’t Pull the Trigger, but You Did |
Seasons come and past
Life is drained before it springs
To start life anew
Saturday 16th March 2019 1:33 am
love is a world hate the moon tidal are the moments I fell into the gravity of you
and round and round we go loops whorl as ancient without my suit on
or fall or rise as they are infinite blown fro...
Friday 15th March 2019 10:35 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:The Gift | To Be Read Sub-consciously | lockedopen | M W |
Here I am losing,
The moment I naively denied,
You said you don't want to see,
more of me.
The words you typed,
should set me free.
I only feel deep pain.
Should have known...
But I didn't see,
Wasn't able to recognize,
how fucked up you really are.
Memoring is the worst,
when did we get this fa...
Friday 15th March 2019 10:24 pm
They were only saying their prayers
It might have been the other side of the world
and people I'll never know
It might have been folk I'll never meet
and somewhere I'll never go
But the tragic news this morning
hit me like a train
Innocent defenceless people
mercilessly slaughtered again
They were only saying their prayers
just going about their lives
Another attack on humanity
Friday 15th March 2019 9:57 pm
I look into those light blue eyes, that shine like stars and I see...
The same innocent expression they had when they first opened! A new born child, almost blind from the sights to see, full of anticipation to behold the world and live the life!
I see these eyes lousy with life and curiosity and laughs!
and I wonder...
not how much longer they are going to stay open...
I don't won...
Friday 15th March 2019 9:03 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:Dream (meant mostly for the delusional or the happy) | Crossing Over to the Other Side |
I've been asking myself a question, lately
About what it is that I want
Because when I look inside myself
I see no aspirations of fame
No want for success
Instead I see the plates of food I fixed
The worn pages of books I've read
I see a bright day and tall clouds
The wind blowing the pollen
The sunlight cutting through
I see trees gnarled and thick, muddy paths...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:57 pm
Conspiracy theories by design,
Or elements of grapvine,
Bewitched deep to entwine…
Was it true that I witnessed?
I asked myself and expressed.
Familiar faces usually looked vivid,
This is a confession and purely candid,
Although on most counts I have been timid.
Metamorphosis just between the time,
One way what I experienced was sublime.
Should I say this wa...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:16 pm
Also by ai ou:In Her Shoes |
Now Paddy was painting the bedroom,
his wife had gone out to the shops,
the radio playing full volume,
and blaring out Pick of the Pops.
The missus came back with the shopping,
to find Paddy lathered in sweat;
as his paintbrush just kept right on flopping,
he muttered a rude epithet.
She said what on earth are you doing?
No wonder you’re feeling so hot,
Friday 15th March 2019 4:04 pm
avidly searching the new
spiritually, humanely concerned
with the luminous instances of reality
her determinations about worthy tasks
and her energised openness to nature
remembering our shared past
with her love, wit and bouts of exasperation
she wonderfully put us through
but above all
how she taught u...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:01 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:Demand and delivered! |
When Gods rise people fall,
so bless us all
Gods bless us all.
We carved Jerusalem from golden stone
to cover its glory with a blinkered dome,
once from The Mount we could see the stars,
once all the stars were all of ours.
We cut the forest to build a church,
we carved a tree to make a cross.
What have we gained but something lost,
its men not Gods that pay...
Friday 15th March 2019 2:39 pm
Also by Wolfgar:Sad holiday | Jean's hands | Knife crime with a flourish | Fleabag |
You are dead now
You lay in your grave,
asking for prayers
It’s been so long,
but I still remember
when you played with me
And I couldn’t stop crying...
You are gone
You took a piece of me,
when you left
We never spoke about anything
You never said sorry
Did you care about the damage
you were doing?
I wonder why you never came...
Friday 15th March 2019 10:00 am
Also by Anya:A Chat | Can we change... | Inferno |
Left alone with the demons that my vices taunt
Sometimes I lay wake at night waiting for them surfaces
When they don’t show up on time is when I get nervous
They must be planning something special for the girl with no life convincing herself she has purpose.
Stockhome to the burdens I was assigned
A long long time ago when my life wasn’t mine
Chained in my head begging to bre...
Friday 15th March 2019 9:23 am
Also by Chelsea Crossman:Brother | Remember? | You’re welcome |
I’m about to get out of my car& I feel the cool brisk air& also see the stars in the sky.
As I look at them I remember the night we stayed out on your back porch for a few hours and just talked& talked.
Oh, the memories.
The smell of a campfire reminds me of the air I smell & the coolness that brushes up agai...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:16 am
Also by Melissa Wayner:As I Come To Terms Posted: 3-12-2019 | (untitled) | Tonight Posted 3-11-2019 | As She Packs Her Bags 3-8-2019 Posted | As She Looks 3- 8-2019 Posted | Against What She Can’t Control | Over It | Thank You For Being My Friend | The Turtle Wasn’t The Point | Sunshine | In The Dark Skies | Her Will | The Beginning Of A Great Journey |
I am free!
Friday 15th March 2019 12:38 am
Also by Queen:Imperative Sentence | Interrogative Sentence | Declarative Sentence | Mantras | Anguish | Connected and Grateful | 3 Parts | Emotional Awareness | Vanilla Coke | Comforting Memory | Confusion | Linguistic Algebra | Linguistic Arithmetic | Subject | Linguistic Conception | Simple Predicate: Compound Verb | Simple Predicate: Verb String | Simple Predicate: Verb | Mother Figure | Father Figure | Extrinsic Motivation | Intrinsic Motivation | Language Set | Extrinsic Pride | Intrinsic Pride | Knowledge | Wisdom | Honor | The Blue, Opening |
The ice cream man
was the sweetest man
she had ever met
until she gave him her heart.
his true character
leaving her to feel the fool.
Because she truly loved a man
for many years
that was not real.
By Lynn Hahn
Friday 15th March 2019 12:16 am
Also by lynn hahn:BRAVE SOLDIER | PARADE OF HAPPINESS | MOVE |
Maybe you have never met
You have never
Seen the butterfly
Emerge from her
The first flutter
From the confines
Of her own making
and the dangers
She believed were
Taking her higher
Than the place she once lied
Friday 15th March 2019 12:11 am
Also by Npaub Lis:Needling | (untitled) | self love | Crazy |
You tucked me in
and stripped me of my clothing.
I couldn't move.
You grasped my torso and groped my groin.
I couldn't move.
You dismissed my demands to stop
and plunged your fingers into me.
I couldn't move.
You exposed yourself
so that our bare, naked skin could touch.
I couldn't move.
You smothered me and kissed my neck.
Your penis penet...
Thursday 14th March 2019 9:24 pm
Also by K:Thief | Daydreaming of What Could No Longer Be |
My town, Halifax has gone through a rapid change since 2017 and the opening of the piece hall again.
with this, a whole line of musicians and artists and "outsiders" have flocked here to enjoy the "brewed to local taste" flavor of our town with the newly added additions of gin bars, vape shops, record stores etc..
But I remember the time before all this. the years of smoke-filled pubs filled wit...
Thursday 14th March 2019 4:00 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:The worst of me. |
A very large bush, untidy and overgrown
needed to be cut back or dug out
The first task was to prune its branches
thus leaving it looking oddly bare and nude
I did not have a saw to cut it down completely
so the job was left unfinished and ugly
Then with Spring it began to come to life
buds appeared along with yellow leaves
in an endeavour to live
Thursday 14th March 2019 3:18 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Broken up | Absent | No more of this..... | The Box Dwellers | Inclement Weather |
The blackness doesn't exist
With eyelids positioned, fixed
To all looking in
A mind that won't give in.
Spectrums of colour await
Films and events,
Into moments that shouldn't exist
As the frequency demands it's existence to manifest.
The future and past
Pour like an hourglass
With each grain of sand
Making moments of transcendent glam.
Moments defined by an anagra...
Thursday 14th March 2019 2:52 pm
Is she a dreaded swarthy jetclad tormentress
with swirling inky cloak
and train of spirit followers,
vampires, goblins,bogles, demons,
all evil preying creatures?
In her clutching talons we endure
agonies of doubt, remorse, despair, regret,
when tears and anguish overcome.
She brings nightmares of terror, loss and violence
with sleepers longing for releasing dawn,
Thursday 14th March 2019 1:47 pm
You can’t fool me
I know you’re here,
The hint of patchouli
you wore at our last kiss,
and at our first kiss,
gives the game away.
Are you playing hide ‘n’ seek?
Remember the neighbours
thumping the walls
at our midnight parties playing
Archie Shepp and Albert Ayler,
while we snorted coke
and smoked five-skinners?
Remember nights of kiss and ma...
Thursday 14th March 2019 1:19 pm
Also by Rick:And so with a sigh | Somewhere in Dorset | I slept with a girl | Was Wonderful | Through a glass darkly | I sat with a girl |
Reflection, shuttered in
a dark room behind my eyes
Hart beats, breathe
Beating through my mind
Troubled is this nighttime
To rest but never sleep
I hear you sing inside of me
Mnemonic one more time
Thursday 14th March 2019 12:30 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:It and I |
Instruments packed away in velvet red case.
3 Chellos, 3 violins and the big double bass.
Quietness descended all over the huge ship.
Just 5 days in to her Atlantic American trip.
The band had just performed their last show.
Entertaining passengers with string and bow.
But tragedy struck as the hour became late.
Then the quintet and trio that night became 8.
As the minutes passed by an...
Thursday 14th March 2019 11:49 am
there's a crack in the wall
and it's spreading like a web
to that most tender of places
where the adolescent mind never learned
how to say it's too late the roof's already in flames
now the same mouth that sat mute
while I shaped an ear from a lump of gray clay
because you never learned to hear
remains silent while I learn
to build houses with doors
Thursday 14th March 2019 11:15 am
Also by elPintor:(untitled) | habitation | origins and distillations |
I bumped into David Kameroon the other day.
I wanted him to hear
What it was like in the real world, after that Referendum farce.
I said “Hey’up Dave,
Can I call you Dave?
I mean, what the flippin’ heck Dave?
You really let it slip Dave.”
I said “Dave - Dave,
The country’s in an awful state.
I doubt that you can contemplate
The shambles me and mine are in....
Thursday 14th March 2019 10:05 am
Every time I think I have become enlightened and can handle anything, a new challenge shows up to test me. Whether it's toxicity in my body, family illness or death, rejection of a lover, friend, stranger, job, point of view, whatever... ego is the first to show up on the scene, like a paramedic giving CPR to revive my pride. Pride dies, only to come back a little weaker next round, like a cat wit...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 9:45 pm
Also by Vautaw:Dear Poet |
You have lost your smile.
Where is it gone ? I do not recognise you anymore.
Your lips strech, I can see your teeth,
You could have fooled us,
You could have fooled me.
Howerver, there is no longer any spark;
Your eyes are weeping and I am the witness of a bygone joy.
Forgive these crude words, there are not meant to hurt you.
What is this place that have smothered y...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:48 pm
Some people get snappy when Phil Thomas gets happy,
The truth causes them pain for they have no sense of humour in their brain,
They are like shrinking violets in wet weather,
They can't take to people that are clever,
They get a huge lift from Phil when all his inhibitions have gone,
When he is this way his humour is second to none,
Because the pain he carries for most of his li...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 3:10 pm
Also by Pip Thomas:Little prick |
Is it a Curse .. or God's Grace
To live alone heart and place
Suffering what I always face
Hopeless to be myself again
Are these changes good for me
To be lonely always or not to be
To live away of what I see
I lost my hope and brain
Sadly to wake up and sleep
Painful to feel yourself cheap
Living alone hurts in deep
I wish to know why, but in va...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:00 am
Also by Farag M. Afify:دكتور عصافير (VET) | You're Welcome |
I could write
a thousand poems
inspired by your dimples
and the shadows they create
Poems that you
Tuesday 12th March 2019 8:17 pm
Space Snowman (Or Ultima Thule)
By: Rodolfo Perez
A man floats through space.
He’s a man, shaped like two.
Brown, iced, leaning forward,
Looking down at nothing.
He has been beaten to a pulp,
One can see the scars on his face.
There’s a story behind every dent on his rugged skin.
A moment in time he will always carry,
But never feel.
The dents on his skul...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 6:45 pm
Also by Rodolfo Perez:DearAmericaIWroteSomethingSadForYou | HeyAmericaIWroteSomethingForYou |
For the second time, the New Mills Festival will host a poetry trail filled with verse ranging from the silly to profound. Accepted poems will be displayed in shop windows around New Mills for the duration of the festival (13 – 29 September 2019). The theme of the festival is “The Elements – Earth, Air, Water and Fire.“ Poems reflecting the theme are encouraged, but poems on other themes are also ...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 2:07 pm
I'm leaning against this Giant Redwood
A beating pulse spreading
From the belly of the earth
Peristaltic through my bones
I'm feeling warm and held
Feeling known and owned
Got my back.
Tuesday 12th March 2019 12:03 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:Mountain | Walking Backwards and Getting There (3) | Still Walking Backwards (2) | Walking Backwards |
Scott was travelling home from a party in his local town,
Became a victim of a knife crime,paralysed from the neck down.
He was told it had severed his spinal chord and would never walk again,
Relying on round the clock care and medication to deal with his pain.
Scott at 16 experienced the devastating consequences of a knife attack.
Now at 27 in his wheel chair still fighting to g...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 9:02 am
Also by hugh:Laura Muir ,let us praise ,double gold at The European Indoor Athletics at Glasgow |
You should know
That I have found the answers
I didn't even know we had.
You should know that I found answers,
And that I know what I have to do,
Not just for me,
But for you.
I will fix it, gemello.
I made you a promise.
Anything for you.
Tuesday 12th March 2019 5:58 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:The Second Sorry | No Sorry. | Ever | Overcome | The Test (haiku) | March Three | Why |
A truth born of molars:
people are fickle and their feet will stake them, always, in fairer weather. They do this as our ungulate friends do: grazing from pasture to pasture.
We re hard-pressed, in life, to find people who move through the action of their eyes, upright and ahead, instead of the idleness of shuffling feet; we are hard-pressed to find people who act on principle instead of out...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 12:21 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:Faux saga 1 (03/05/2019) |
Silence, echoes, look at the colours
And Distant Distractions
Minks and stoles all of this reminds me of you
Silver hunter's knife
Overseer left mute
Soiled aliens desperate in Heaton Moor
Park stumble on a Mel
Inside the man bag, inside the wardrobe
Inside the mind, a voice, a naked voice
Lost in the wardrobe, he looked for
Monday 11th March 2019 10:16 pm
When The Aliens Landed In Grimstone Low
The aliens came looking for intelligent life
And, not being too sure where to go
Did a three-point-turn in Heckmondwike
And landed in Grimstone low
They’d been travelling for many a lightyear
Since their capsule had left the ark
And they pulled up on Maggot-farm Boulevard
It was ten bob an hour to park
Monday 11th March 2019 8:24 pm
Also by kJ Walker:When Hesketh Boggins Caused A K'fuffle |
Like the air, I'm everywhere
Stare the move like the sky
Feel the vibration as the ground
Like a security no dreams
Mirror like Water does
Irritates many a time
Difficult to haft like slime
Harden like rime
Lie again and again
Many out there
Allures all around
Tempting they look
But I look not
Many offer with choice
Attached with price
Attracts the eye
I welcomed them not
Monday 11th March 2019 5:23 pm
if the words could cry
there will be oceans
water turbid and gray
reflecting the pain
if the words could cry
the hurt resonates
like thunder and lightning
thunderbolts of hurt sway
if the words could cry
my tears your heart shed
every emotion eyes read
blending readers thoughts
if the words could cry
each letter would shout
the agnoy burning...
Monday 11th March 2019 2:36 pm
Mirror, signal, manoeuvre
Make sure you have the appropriate shoes on
Ease off the clutch when your ready to go
It’s not a race but don’t go too slow,
or they’ll fail you for not keeping
up with the flow.
It’s called not making normal progress you see
You can even overtake a car or three,
provided you take due care and attention
Not everything in the Highway Code...
Monday 11th March 2019 10:53 am
Also by Fred Varden:What’s more Important? | I fell in love with a Senior Citizen | BATTERY HEN | Questions and Answers |
Her ageing hair was swept back to be tied too tightly together
Controlled and combed but not tamed by anyone
Other hairs on the frizzy jacket from her canine family friends
Nothing flaunted is all so much more, so sensually more
Her prim proper dress hides what I already know
Soft blonde skin scented with a familiar smell
That now roams around the air I breathe back in
Seduction of the s...
Sunday 10th March 2019 8:55 pm
Also by AM Cash:The candles burn |
Arrivée il y a vingt-trois ans
Mais comment se fait-il
Que vous gardez cet accent?
Cet accent, qui ne fait pas de liaison
Entre "les" et "oiseaux"
Cet accent, qui prononce "eau" comme "owe."
But do you know how to say "owe"?
And do I owe you an explanation?
Cet accent, tout le monde le comprend
Certains le trouvent charmant, voire séduisant
Cet accent ...
Sunday 10th March 2019 1:17 pm
Also by Etchy Mary:Not my soulmate | I tried to write you a love song | Love in a pickup |
They watch as her young heart fades into the darkness
her wild youth disappears in front of there eyes
moments of fear and hate runs through her like a dark black fog
will she ever be the same? Will her heart ever heal?
Take me back to the hot summer days when all I had was my innocence
gone. Just like that. Forever.
Saturday 9th March 2019 10:06 pm
Also by Julianna Cole:15 | Waterside | Time | York road |
There is dignity in the dark, the unmoving:
nothing can hurt any more, nothing can
fail again, nothing can be misunderstood.
no residual good can desert me, nor my words
spill sloppily, a mild vomit, alongside those
orators all around, silvery sounds, ever on song.
I long for lost laughter but I chase af...
Saturday 9th March 2019 10:49 am
Also by Peter Taylor:TREES IN WINTER | CAROUSELS |
Birds of a feather,
A mother’s ghost,
Crime doesn’t pay,
Friday 8th March 2019 3:24 pm
Also by Charlie White:You Ain't One of Us! |
A woman so wild ' yet classy
A horney beast and sassy.
Filthy thoughts linger in her mind
this woman is by far, one of a kind
She's eager to please
Ready, to drop to her knees
Panties ,so wet
With every tease
Wants to do absolutely anything daring,
But won't tolerate the idea of sharing
She's to cute and caring
Between the sheets
Friday 8th March 2019 3:13 pm