Poetry Blogs (Apr 2019)
She suffers with her dreams.
In the shipwreck, there's a limpet
on the rudder. Holding fast, that's all.
Becoming fluent is painfully slow.
And as normal as split ends.
She suffers with her dreams.
Upright as a queen,
she's all that makes me king.
But lain beyond the grey boundary
she's prey to envoys from the years,
muttering ballads fraught with discord.
I hold fast. She suffe...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 10:10 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:In The Stocks | Flash In The Pan | Haunting The Boundary | Championing The Unlikely Hero | My Little Discovery | Lines To Copy | We, The Uneducated | Situation 1 |
He can't remember what she wore that night, or her name
But he can retrace every step he climbed to where he knew she waited,
The stipples on the cool iron rails sliding through his hand on that warm summer eve
No hint of sweat in his palms as he approached, relaxed, calm, sensing rising tension
He stopped, almost at the top of the steps
There she stood, his invocation, his inv...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 9:58 pm
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:Insignificance | 15 minutes of Sonnet 25 | Doors | Most Maligned | Quote Unquote | Bears | But for you | Fleeting persistence | House | Watering Can | Borders | Walk on part | Tribute | Born in the shadow of a mountain | Black Confetti | Caledonian Secrets |
Loftily I ride
Gliding slowly through my mind
Lost thoughts I will find
Tangled like a ball of twine
I grab one end, pull, unwind.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 8:35 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:Things To Do Today | TANKA | tanka | SINKHOLE | Don't Sell your Soul | New Friend | A Tractor's Wife | Lisa | And the Mouse Said... | In the Closet | The End is Nigh | Open Mike Night | Eggs | Write or Wrong | Walking |
The sneezathon was quite an affair
with every sneeze recorded there.
To be eligible and part of the fold,
everyone had to be full of cold.
For safe excretion tissues were issued
allowing for bursts and repetitions,
every excretion counting as one
and carried on 'til day was done.
A scoreboard was put up for all to see,
with a tick for every discernible blow;...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 7:21 pm
Also by ray pool:THE BEST CURE | ON VINCENT PRICE | FORGOTTEN DREAMS | ON MUSHROOM HILL | GOTHICK | LEFT BEHIND | ON GURNARDS HEAD | NO ARGUMENT |
Happiness has to be about
Feeling alive in the miniscule atoms of moments..
Happiness has to be about
Chasing rainbows even across the clouds decadent..
Happiness has to be about
Creating ripples of pleasure in the ocean of misery..
Happiness has to be about
Dancing in the twilight, rapt in each other's discovery..
Happiness has to be about
Losing oneself in the rhythm divine..
Tuesday 30th April 2019 7:17 pm
Also by mona s:Senryu - Little did I know.. | Reverie | Tanka - Mesmerised | Fantasy | You would never believe me | Memories | The Soul | The Tree | Twilight | Growing apart | What Dreams are made of.. | Nonet -Frangipani | Fragments | Pregnant Blue | The Portrait | Magic | Clouds | Pleiades - An enchanting valley |
With a kiss the steely minded
War of the Fragile - ends
Leaving both sides victorious.
Woven finger hands
Further proclaim the treaty.
Exhausted are the fallen.
Enthusiastic are the risen
Over the end of their derision.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 7:14 pm
A SPLIT LIP
It’s only recently I started to ask myself
the reasons why my upper lip is split –
initially just a narrow, shallow slit but left alone
to care for itself and so to slowly stretch and grow.
I don’t pretend to be one of those who claim
the right to tease for human frailties.
I too may look too long in a mirror and do not mock
others for asking some trusted f...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 6:45 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:BACK FROM A DREAM | EASTER MUSINGS | MUSIC DOWN THE MORGUE | GETTING USED TO IT |
Feel it real
Tuesday,30th April 2019
The past is to forget
and not let
to ride over the mind
and find nothing
If it was dark
and stalls the good start
it has to buried
but never to be lied
I feel sorry
but don't make others feel
with ann intention to oblige
I have withstood the pressure
that I shall st...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 5:32 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Ungrateful human being | Cruel man | Women are ready | All the years | I loved her and | (untitled) | The torch is on | Dearest couple | Immeasurable happiness at home | Wipe the tears | Human touch and | Even if offer | Writing on my part | A FLORAL TRIBUTE | A human feeling | A human feeling | Off the guard | No demand in love | Fulfillment theory | Show to none | I want to marry | Tolerant economy | A slur on humanity | A slur on humanity | Curse on us | Life is fight | Heavenly touch | Smile is style | Freedom exists | With the destiny | In the time of | A man without | Love's spell | With a resolve | The honest approach | Ultimate end | Bring in secret | Life, like flower | At midnight fear | Can't bear | I feel sorry | Love -only weapon | Slavery-a sacred bond | Towards humanity | No betryal | Even if I am denied | The blood color | Make him flee | Win her heart | World has moved | You are crazy | At the disposal | Hellish experience | Love and depth | Keep mind clear | Great poetess in inaction | In tears and | Let no one think | I ponder | At great distance | No room for | Sorry feelings | Life not barren | Find poetess here | Life is less | Decent death | beauty of life | Someone comes closer | Peace undergrond | Trespass once | You have set | Poets are dead and not poetry | Rise like sun | True sentiments | Fool's day | I feel your name | Real poet and magician |
A writer of words
must be clear
it's not what you say
but how you say it
Dick & Jane
went up the hill
it tells the story
two main characters
describes the where
simple but to the point
see Spot run
Spot was the dog
I like my poetry
things don't have to be
that no one und...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 3:35 pm
Also by d.knape:The Tree That Was | The Roofers | Trolls | The Boy In Him | Broke-Down Poem | Sunday Afternoon | Easter Eggs | Restaurant | Sleepy Head | Emojis | The Time Before | Lasting Love | Free Speech | Autism Rhythms | Laughing Gull | First Ride | All In A Day's Work | Grievance Industry | My Life | When Bluebonnets Bloom | Unsolicited E-Mail | Crime Story | Ghost Town | MAN IN A TRUCK | Earnin' Their Keep | Discovery |
Chiedza: Reflections book launch 29/04/2019
So many emotions going through my body. 27/04/2019, the day I’ll never forget. Preparations taken, money invested, roads travelled, tissues abused by my overjoy tears and moments of reflection, frustration, fun and all things in between. A road well-travelled. So much learnt and appreciated, loads more to be grateful for, what can a girl wish for....
Tuesday 30th April 2019 3:14 pm
On my own on the other side of
the world, the sky over exposed
to gravity’s whim, to disorientation.
The locals here sneer at the English,
restrict oxygen to the indigenous,
cannot understand the word, ‘generous’.
And I’m five fathoms high with altitude
at an all time low. The flies always
settling. I’m anywhere but home.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 2:57 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Carolyn Cassidy Told Me | That Poetry Voice | Cruelest | Donny and Marie Stole the Highlights |
In The Light of Love
As dust the mirror, smoke the fire,
All is hidden in fear and desire.
As I lie here in bed, feeling darkly oppressed,
It is merely the tombstone that lies on my chest.
And if now I feel sorrow, or longing or rage,
At least my heart is awake to the bars of its cage.
For if there is longing,
It is longing for that which can never
Ease the longing.
And if there is...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 2:44 pm
Also by fitzroy herbert:The Apprenticeship |
Always remember -
endings are new beginnings.
Here’s to the future,
where an ending waits for me
while my words live forever.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 2:31 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Phantoms | Nunquam Iterum! | Sonnet 91 In The Age Of The Slow Departure | Jimmy Is A Ghost | Why Do They Call You Summer? | A Rose By Any Other Name | Nature's Banquet | Girl With Tear | Monday Morning - 9AM | Chelp | AmericaZ | Elegy For A Ghost | Down At The End Of Lonely Street | From The Attic | Martyr | Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) | The Turning Of The Tide | Vesuvius | Grit | heatwave | A List Of Things We Buried In The Garden | Blue On Blue Contact | Simple Pleasures | Manhattan Morning | The Parable Of The Wolf And The Lamb | In Memoriam | hide and seek | Time To Decide Patsy | Recipe For Disaster |
a joy to find.
serve to remind
how we find
Tuesday 30th April 2019 1:05 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Ilkley Moor | A Poem | Legacy | Winter’s Chill | Flea Market | Rain In Spain | Floodplain | In Tune | Gone | Silence is…. | NaPoWriMo | Irish Logic | One More Bacon Butty | Come Away With Me | Táim sa Bhaile | Erin go Bragh | Soft Day | Reasons To Be Thankful | Every Day? | Older | My Souvenirs | The Big Question | Getting In | Summer’s Day | Wedding | The Match |
Your boot is pressed against my neck
While you peer into the horizon,
A beautiful symphony of warm and cool colors
Creating a mesmerizing dawn.
My gasps of anguish are muffled by your song.
I don't know how to get to my knees,
Let alone stand, but I'll try.
My face grinds against the ground
Attempting to make sand of stone.
You press down harder against my neck.
The pressure is astoundi...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 11:54 am
Half-dead, wrapped and sealed in a dusty cocoon
Half-alive, I can feel my senses slowly awakening
And I hearken the wide world outside beckoning
It looks as if I am to hatch and break out soon
I will squint a bit in shock to the incandescent sun,
stretch my sore muscles and my brand new wings,
then I'll come find you my doted love, my only one!
Coyly I'll whisper to you all...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 10:58 am
Also by Mae Foreman:To Forgive Oneself | The Life Lived | Quintessential | Bleak Era | A Thorn In Joy | Girl's Letter To The Beatle | In a Dream | Starchild |
Mata ignites in
forty six architect codes.
Creator of worlds.
from organic memory.
Inside to outside;
torn to transform in tandem.
We are become Life.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 10:17 am
Also by Laura Taylor:Invasive | Speaking in Tongues | To Winter | Helicoid | Divine Sight | The Ties That Bind | Immaterial | Proclivitas | Scopaesthesia | Atlas | Cycle Haiku | Triptych | Buzzword Bingo | The Gift | Sustenance Rap | Song Sung Blue | Incomplete | Once Upon a Time | Call and Response | Recipe for Change |
Too many of those that love the most
My lover says those Christians and Jews
Who deny the elasticity of their belief
Need help remembering.
I don't know about much these days
Just the stupidity of sticking to life
When all you do is accumulate days
In a savings account labelled 'fear'.
Before the Reformation
It had always been...
Monday 29th April 2019 11:51 pm
Also by John E Marks:A withering | A persistent geography | Above the vaulted sky | The wise man knows himself to be a fool | These missionary times | Janissary | FIELD THEORY | SHADOWLAND | The ruins of Nineveh | EASTER 2019 | The Unspoken | The ghosts who sell memories | An Airy nothing | After the genocide | Good Friday | The drawing of a torch | The long genocide | Love in a police state | Teenage Dreams | Blue-remembered | RAINY SEPTEMBER | In the dread of night | Stippled sky | Snow in June | Another day | Entanglement (Verschränkung) | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | Along the Unhallowed Way | Why Brexit? | METEMPSYCHOSIS |
Monday 29th April 2019 7:59 pm
Also by Philip Stevens:Slam | Station to station | Loose change | Mood | Station to station | Write some poetry !! | Let the madness out !! |
“Risk is what it means to be human!” she cries.
Her words fall on deaf ears like lies
Why oh why
Would we want the surprise
Of dying in an age
Where death is no gilded cage?
Why would we need a society
In which there is more tragedy?
A deathless life
Akin to strife
She chuckles wryly,
“Death is what gives meaning to living
And in expiring
Monday 29th April 2019 6:52 pm
Also by Josie Harris:Feminism | Love | Tiny |
LETS ALL GO BACK TO THE 50’s
Come with me to the 50’s, when
Men were truly men. The
Beer was cheap and fags cost pennies.
You knew where you were back then.
Let’s all go back to the 50’s, when
Women all sat in the Snug. And
Knew their place when they got home, while
Men gave their forelock a tug.
We weren’t really poor in the 50’s, we
Were all in...
Monday 29th April 2019 4:23 pm
Also by trevor homer:POETRY NIGHT | TOMMY BILLS | PERMISSION TO SPEAK |
One day I shared a 'chemo session'
With a gentleman and a nurse's station.
We two patients were privileged to have beds
Facing each other across the small room.
The chap had his wife by his side as I had my husband
Both carers calm and solicitous, totally supportive.
His wife set up a small station by her chair
Holding a tray of assorted 'goodies' and drinks
Monday 29th April 2019 3:49 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:Last Chemo Session |
like to leave
things to fate
by what awaits
if you're into karma
might accept a date
if you like
if you like
like sitting by
if you like
no shirts required
might be my
Monday 29th April 2019 3:32 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:LANTERN | NEVER ALONE | BEHIND THE SHINE | WEARING EGG | HEAVY BAG | HOLLOW VOWS | KNOW EVERYTHING'S OKAY | RISE N' SHINE | BURN BRIDGES | DO NOT WEEP | DANCE HALL | 9-1-1 | OPEN STAGE | RAINDROP | TOTAL SUM | BACK IN TIME | CHAMP | BELLE |
darkness withers too
The echo of your footsteps
they are immortal
You reach for the sun
And lose sight of the moon
Consumed like a moth
A different world
Moonlight shinning through
Your open window
Monday 29th April 2019 6:54 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:Tanka ? | Mind | Senryu 1 | Wind Birds | Three Senryu (I think) | Crimson | The seer | Ballad of the Willow |
what you think
is how you feel
what you say
makes it real
control your thoughts
and your mouth
so life has a chance
to romance you
blue is a primary color
so are red
on their own
they are pleasant
they become amazing
seems like happiness
likes to p...
Monday 29th April 2019 6:12 am
The total candles on the cake, numbered fifty-two.
I couldn't extinguish fifty-two flames no matter how hard I blew.
The heat became tremendous as the flames grew higher & higher.
The birthday treat turned from a cake into a ball of fire.
Once all the wax had melted, the inferno then decreased.
I could tell by the looks on faces, that no one wanted a piece.
Monday 29th April 2019 5:34 am
Also by John McDonough:Cheap as chips |
Monday 29th April 2019 1:07 am
Well for the sake of the story,
let’s call him Ron
Didn’t meet him on a Monday
nor did my heart stand still.
Just a good old fashioned,
oops sorry, meant complicated
We were in love, (or so he told me)
I was the only one for him (the lying b......)
He made me feel so very special
(you have to fake it sometimes)
We were an imperfect ...
Sunday 28th April 2019 11:44 pm
Also by Fred Varden:Rhymes and Reasons | Mistaken Identity | Save Carrington Moss | PLANS | Mothers Ruin | It would have happened anyway | Recipe for Disaster? | Build the Wall! | Memories worth Forgetting |
Two lovers traveling
meeting in the East
was letters inked
Now here embodied
will they know what to do?
She wakes him one morning, saying
'let's take a boat to an island
let's rise above the Bangkok smog'
Bike beneath them spluttering
her arms knitted around him
they race from bay to beach
chasing the burning sun
with hair wet and smi...
Sunday 28th April 2019 11:44 pm
Also by Tom:Remembering The Garden | Highbury Fields |
(Please forgive the singing, for which I should be shot)
Me and my bladder’s
Always full and needs the loo;
But then what’s badder
It’s just a dribble shooting out askew.
So at 12 o’clock’s my first golden shower
The next’s at one, then every hour.
My lousy bladder
Won’t let me sleep one whole night through.
Me and my bladder’s
Hostage to the prostate gland;...
Sunday 28th April 2019 11:39 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE RED WHEELBARROW | NIGEL FARAGE | I WALK THE LINE | VAR MAN | WRITE OUT LOUD WOMEN BLUES | A TRIP TO THE DENTIST | CONFESSIONS OF AN ADULTERER | SLIP SLIDIN' AWAY | SON! SON! SON! | SON! SON! SON! | FUCK THE NHS! | ME DAD'S CARS |
I will rise,
The chaos in me finding balance
I will glow
Inner peace will fill me
And prosperity will be all i know
For tomorrow is unknown
And hope is all i have to keep me going
No more restlessness
No more demons
For yesterday will be long gone
Watch and see the days passing
See the wounds heal as time passes
And believe tomorrow is better
For hope is all...
Sunday 28th April 2019 10:41 pm
Take me to the rooftop
And let me see the beauty
That for so long I’ve been unable to see
Take me to the rooftop.
Take in a breath of air so fresh
I come alive again
But soon decay with pain
Take in a breath of air so fresh.
Take me to the edge and let me feel the thrill
Adrenaline means my heart rate elevates
But soon that feeling dissipates
Take me to the edg...
Sunday 28th April 2019 10:18 pm
With two stressful years.. we happily passed three semesters of our Post Graduation with academic pressure, hostel pressure and doing everything together wala pressure.. which pressurizes our brain like a pressure cooker..
Three months left to leave this University..going to be a post gradute after few months.. still feel like a wild child running away from homeworks and tuitions..not feel...
Sunday 28th April 2019 7:30 pm
Always had the common touch,
And gyrating at the crotch,
"I tanka you very much,"
Sunday 28th April 2019 6:58 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Tempus Fugit (short poem) | Ownership | Inevitably Ours | The Three That Let Us Be | A Little Rain | Where Twilight Sleeps | Cruel Mistress | Whispering Night | The Door Of Naked Souls | Not Without | To The Bone |
Whenever you think about me do you cry
Because I think I've lied to everyone
I'll tell everyone I'm getting over you
We all know I'm just a now now song
So tell me you fucking hate me
So throw me down the well
We all know it's good for you
Simple text will be swell
Don't ask me to come back please
After September I won't be able to
You want me gone well I'll get that to you
If six f...
Sunday 28th April 2019 4:48 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:Discomforting | Diluted | Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 3) Space Cowboy | Firefly Winter | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 2) | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 1) | Lonely Heated Killer | Words of The Waiting Man 29 | Panic Attack 4 | Hey There. | Mirror | Concrete Rose | Dumb Soil | You Won't Survive This Addiction | I Only Got A Job To Buy Her Glee |
I look at all of the people
Waiting for one of them to be you
And so they are.
Sunday 28th April 2019 10:03 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:These Triangles | Words | And Then | Sometimes | Hush, lovey. | A Fire | If You Were | Any Less (The Ocean) | Silence | Half order of bacon, make it a whole | Rock Bottom | For Too | Buckets |
Je Suis Sri Lanka
Just as Easter couldn’t get any worse
Terrorist bombers in Sri Lanka
Kill Catholics and holiday makers
The worst atrocity since 9/11
Apart from the news
This has made little news
No Sri Lankan flags on Facebook
The ‘Je Suis Charlie’ movement
Didn’t seem to last very long
Do folk no longer care?
Is it more a case of global despair?
Is it just that we don’t unders...
Sunday 28th April 2019 8:56 am
Also by Jeffarama!:Divided City, Divided Land? |
Been playing a bit of golf recently
badly, not yet cooking
I'm slicing and hooking
and when no-one's looking
I improve my lie
which helps to putt through the windmill
and out the other side
Sunday 28th April 2019 8:55 am
Also by Brian Maryon:How to waste a few hours | Jump, Again | The Todger : Alternative Uses | Waiting at the door with a rolling pin | Empty Vessel | It will probably never happen | Colour Blind |
She stood there in the shadows of where he once lived.
Remembering the details of each old memory letting the hurt sink in.
When she looked beyond the memory, she saw he left behind a trail of footprints that now are a size too small. It seems after time he outgrew those mud covered sneakers just like he outgrew her.
People said he was different now and that he changed, but she only sh...
Saturday 27th April 2019 7:40 pm
Stealing pieces that belong to me
When you come home I pretend to sleep
Not feeling at peace a little uneasy
Consumed by the fear of leaving
-Micro possessive it’s the little things that send a big message
Saturday 27th April 2019 3:15 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:Same feelings |
My Pimlico Girl
I love my Pimlico girl - she loves me, too.
We met beside the Regent’s Canal.
Haloed by early morning sunbeams,
reading La Peste
she looked like a modern day
I straightened a crooked Gauloise,
mingling smoky words with
‘Pardon, mais j’adore Camus, ‘Sisyphe’ surtout.’
My schoolboy French delighted...
Saturday 27th April 2019 12:00 pm
Also by Rick:I slept with a girl (revised for new book) | Nothing left to chance |
While they fail
To stride ahead,
They opt to be
Saturday 27th April 2019 9:14 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Fishing in troubled water | There is a rat to smell |
She lives in the shadows
She does not recognize her reflection
She cries without tears coming out
She feels love with no heart
She is fragile enough to be broken
She believes with no hope
She is hollow
Saturday 27th April 2019 7:59 am
Also by Chloé:Plateau | Dear You |
I am the mist that cools and soothes
I am the iridescense trapped inside fat raindrops
that rehydrate half empty pools
and swell reluctant rivers.
I am air,
I am breeze,
I am the wavelets that play games
in sunlit seas.
I am light,
I breathe and share my breath -
- I share my bei...
Saturday 27th April 2019 7:23 am
Also by Dorothy Webb:WHEN NEEDS MUST 1945 | THAT OL' WIND'S STILL A'BLOWIN' | ABOUT A GIRL - for my granddaughter | WHERE ARE YOU? | WAS A.A.MILNE A TROLL? | HOLY DAYS OF OBLIGATION | POINTLESS | AUTUMN BEECHES | CHINESE WHISPERS. (for David Kelly) | ANOTHER TIME - ANOTHER PLACE | HUG | THE GOOD GARDENER | - AND THE BIG BROWN SOFA | OUT OF FOCUS |
withdraw your head
beneath the stillness
of these waters
to the golden light
Poem #542 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Saturday 27th April 2019 6:18 am
Also by Frank Prem:Flock #70: under the sky | Flock #57: the sky won’t tell |
At the end of the world where the sea meets the sky,
there's a small strip of land where the mermaids lie.
Where they chit and they chat, or play and have fun,
and top up their tan in the midday sun.
Now it's rare to see a mermaid, and you may never again,
so to see a whole shoal is a rareness x 10.
But this is what happened, or so it is told,
to a young keen explore...
Saturday 27th April 2019 2:45 am
Also by Wayne McLellan:A turkey in sheep's clothing |
Hands shaking so much
Is it time now?
My heart is failing
I don't mind
No deep, dark feeling
It's not healing
I can end it
Just cut it from my heart
I want to rip it from my heart
Why does it linger?
I'm saying no
It's all just fiction, anyway
Please, just leave me alone
It's not what I want
No, no, no
Friday 26th April 2019 11:59 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:Enough | Perspective | Going Back | Honestly, I'm surprised I haven't been slapped before this |
Get cheated on
Fall for somebody who can’t love you back
Have a breakdown/ a depression
In an abundancy of lack
Set sail upon a voyage
On a prison ship of demons
Your hands chained up in rhymes
While they keelhaul all your reasons
Drown yourself in sorrow
While you’re swimming for the light
Evaporate the line that divides
Your day and night
Friday 26th April 2019 8:23 pm
At first sight, I temperate
I couldn't stand it than concentrate
The figures aren't eight,
But I appreciate
I knew she is the one
I changed my gait
My thoughts I demonstrate
So, I articulate
There wasn't time to cast lot
I was already hot
I knew she's the one
I have to do more
The price larger than a gate,
My thought is on fate
While awaits tryst date,
I make the mi...
Friday 26th April 2019 8:07 pm
Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:Quest | Goodbye |
The Quality of Mersey Poets read their Odes to our great River at Waterstones Liverpool One on Thursday 25th April. A big thanks to everyone involved.
Next gig; Wirral Festival of Firsts at West Kirby Arts Centre on 12th May 5.30pm.
Friday 26th April 2019 3:14 pm