Poetry Blogs (Aug 2019)
The men in the white coats are coming to take me away,this is what mother used to say. We 4 would scream,"No", and stand there with our dirty fingers in our nose. We used to toss our clean laundry on the floor, we sloppily hung wet towels from the bathroom door. ...
Saturday 31st August 2019 10:41 pm
Also by Amanda Ann;:My Person | Pocket Full Of Lint | Countryside Lass | Merry-Go-Round Of Relations | A Frosty heart ? | Dear John & Me | Ungracfully Confess | Listen Little Sisters | Duck Taped Heart | Alaskans Cove | The Lonley Pale Flower | The Simple Ways | Off To Rocky Veiw For You | Little Ones Of Mine |
I join each day in the flow of its current
Compatible or not I try to adjust myself
The day often conflicts with my waking mood
I walk along a darkened corridor
Feeling my way with uncertainty
I welcome the unexpected yet cherish routine
Spontaneity can disturb or delight
Outside I embrace sun, shower or rain
Only the wind aggravates my soul
I react, respon...
Saturday 31st August 2019 10:08 pm
Also by keith jeffries:A Web of Deceit | Life´s Quandary | The Bottle | Das Reich ist gefallen | Heart Attack | Damaged for life | All around us | The Elite | A Reverie | The Emperor came to call |
WHO THE HELL CAN SEE FOREVER?
Confíteor Deo omnipoténti
et vobis, fratres,
quia peccávi nimis
ópere et omissióne.
Wild is the way and clear is the sky
A world of smell and sight and sound
The portals of discovery all around.
So enter our world, our newfoundland:
The sheer vividness of colour will astound
You. The all-round visibility of sound,
Saturday 31st August 2019 9:54 pm
Also by John E Marks:Zoroastrian | Northern Sky | Impermanent things | Alan Turing 1912-1954 | A wise fool | Tipping point | Ben Stokes | My father's son | KAFIRISTAN | Writ in water | GLIMPSES | Ordinary lives | They're burning Amazonia | The Resurrection of the dead | The pharmacology of shadow | Above: the Vaulted Sky | Al-Andalus | A permanent loss of happiness | A home I never had | VORTEX | Dark Star | On the Brink | Hearts are thrown at Strangers aren’t they? | Sonnet | A BOTTLE-NECK BLUES | Moon, moon | The beautiful Cathars of Languedoc | The Last Judgement | THE SNOT-GREEN (WINE-DARK) SEA | HOLY BROKENNESS | A continuing chaos: An American fugue | Under the Moon: An American contrapuntal | i.m. Paul Leon | a wuthering whispering wind | Rhapsody | The season of the witch | Echoes of history | A blackbird sings on Bluebird hill | John Keats 1795-1821 | An old-fashioned sonority | At the wedding of the dead | REQUIEM |
Wheeler dealers - all the same
deception a lifelong tragic game,
your hopes and dreams go in their pot
they'll fleece you rotten
take whatever you've got.
No Christian ethics to stay their hand
they already own the promised land.
I got to know one only once
a ready fellow who staked his claim.
A chirpy wit
full of shit
he taught me much
with his Midas touch...
Saturday 31st August 2019 9:17 pm
Also by ray pool:TARIFF | PRIORITIES | MY FATHER WALKS | A DAY IN THE LIFE | THE SANDS OF TIME | JULIA THE PECULIAR | TIES THAT BIND | ON WATCH | MOAN ALONE |
Here I am entering a space between episodes
where everything seems so real, so right.
So unfeigned that I begin to doubt my sanity.
But as I travel within that space inside me
I see more regressive versions
of new episodes.
They peak and ebb,
sucking me into a vortex of frustration.
Then suddenly a new story emerges.
Suddenly I’m engulfed by a flood of people.
Saturday 31st August 2019 7:33 pm
Also by Chakraj:The Awakening | JEFFY YOU DIAMOND GEEZER | The Awakening | Come with me to a higher ground | F**k the Forgive and Forget mantra | Knowing Me |
Beside the river of death,
A poet gently breathes,
Praying to the water,
"Oh, please sing for me."
Saturday 31st August 2019 7:23 pm
Also by Zackareigh:Let Me Breathe |
A driver's license gives to me,
The RIGHT to drive, legally;
I too get, the RIGHT to use,
Any public road I choose;
But if I drive, outside the lines,
I pay hefty traffic-fines.
Obligated to uphold,
A comprehensive safety code:
I should never, put at risk
The life, of another motorist;
While, I have the RIGHT to drive,
He has the RIGHT to stay alive!
Saturday 31st August 2019 6:59 pm
Also by Chrystel Roberts:Three Empty Words | who cares, anyway? | Shell-Shocked! | REGRET | Green, green grass of home | Perfect Strangers | fallen | Mother Knows Best | English is Greek to me! | just ducking around! | “Sorry" Is A Sorry Word | Different but Equal | Give a dog a bad name... | Tick-Tock | #wonderful | Beneath Beauty... | Heartbreak and Toothache | HELL, NO! |
My interior is kind of crappy
I would fix the brain but I'm off my hinges
Don't believe the terrible sight
The wind only blows when I miss you
So does your cigarette smoke blow to me
Please don't dissipate
Please don't dissipate into
Because I've been feeling kind of low
How far do I have to go until I find the old you
Because this new you has a material hold
On this ...
Saturday 31st August 2019 6:55 pm
Also by Damon Blackery:(untitled) | The Promise | Melancholy | A Question of Love | No More Spaghetti Monster | Follow You | A Disturbing Fear of Bitter Blasphemy Broken Upon All The Wounds | (untitled) | 01101001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01110110 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 | Family Man | Melancholy | Lately | 24 Hours | Poem For Death | sorry | ... The Way I See Things | Split Personality (T&A) | Firefly | New Affinity |
A flash young male
seeing the older man
waiting at the bus stop
and without a bye your
leave, says: ‘Can I borrow
your phone mate?’ No. Was
the firm and adamant reply. Flash
Harry repeats again the brush
off word : ‘No’ as if in a mocked
surprise and rolls his shifty eyes.
The older man stands his ground,
the ‘try on’ sussed, and no doubt
the young guy only inwa...
Saturday 31st August 2019 6:12 pm
Also by Philipos:FORESHORE | (untitled) | (untitled) | BELLS | DING-DING DING-DING | OPTING OUT | TRAMP SHIPS | LINES | WOODBINES | SILENCE | (untitled) | LILYPADS | SCRIPTS | HI TECH SOLUTIONS | GULLS | MARBLES | ANTS | SCENT |
Just some more free verse that popped into my head. I think there is something for the sake of art in leaving something as it is etherically 'given' now and then....
Only my pillow knows
Where my mind goes
As I close my eyes
When I wake up
It says Nothing
Look as it lies there
Smug and Plump
It also knows
Where your head goes
When it's not next
Saturday 31st August 2019 4:10 pm
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Tomorrow | Play On Words | Chat But Not Like That | Aftermath of Argument | Winners & Losers | Procrastination | Seasons Like Feelings | Side By Side | Letting off steam | Digital Disappointments | Rough Diamond | Addiction | What's Left? | Giraffe | Always Intertwined | You only see it when you slow down | D.I.Y An Unfinished Love Story | Brother Leaf | Brexit Poker | Lost Meanings | Escaping Writer's Block | ConVERSEation | Seasonal Variations | Death Card | Glass slipper | Karma | Tarot Reader | Save your poem | Full Moon Rebirth | Deal or No Deal | What I learnt from a tree | A Poetic Heart | Awoke | Thinking Man's Crumpet | Moth in Moonlight | A Dating Conversation | *Tramsendental Love* |
Yet another stabbing story to sadly unfold.
The cowards weapon, if the truth be told.
To wield a blade is neither tough or brave.
As another young life they attempt to save.
A potentially deadly way to attack or defend.
This knife carrying culture we have to end.
Educate youngsters the danger of the blade.
One flash can be fatal, the point to be made.
It's so unintentionally easy to take a...
Saturday 31st August 2019 2:23 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Let's Just Be Together! | Rainbow |
Saturday.31st August 2019
It tells my story
so sad and complete history
how came the love's abandonment?
and where am I at present?
I gave everything
and tried to bring
heaven on earth
but you gave me a slow death
I had weaved my dreams
and formed a very good team
you proved disaster
and made me a sufferer
I still live in an ol...
Saturday 31st August 2019 2:00 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:With heavy yoke here | Wisdom lays | Not kind | Outburst-No tears | Not to give in | Knows no | Literature-the deep ocean | Life next door | Fear built-in | High respect for the nation | You, old man | Think about no one | Invade & disappear | Song of togetherness | Trade war & globalization | Gentleness | Freedom means and | Let it fall | In perfect tune and | Full of illusions | Go a long way | Insult to none | No easy life | Women have | Bind the country | Mind is mirror | Death spares none | With no one | World shall witness | Dark repels | Falling from tree | The role to play | The romance river | No status but | Inspire and get inspired | Peace ambassador | Towards sunset | O,My holy land | Flowers with fragrance | No time for change | Holiest of the holy | Action and actions | let the wisdom | For the centuries | Inner voice | Dissension within | Sanctity of life | Love happiness | Love the nature | The sword | Her unforgettable nature | Poemhunter | Waves rise | The difficult art | Peace drive | No fault with self | Her voice and | Dreams are | Earn the respect | By history | As true human | Peace-real moment | Smell sense |
I've just invented
a new cocktail:
1) You don't get to know the ingredients
2) You don't get to know the type of container it comes in.
3) The price is not displayed;
4) You get the bill as you leave:
I've named it
- The Brexit -
Words and foto Tommy Carroll
Saturday 31st August 2019 12:54 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Clausal inference | In charge of poetry readings (aloud) | Black man's burden | Puss in milk | Faraged | Daughter in 2020 (Dementia onset) | Schematic phrases |
I walk around
like I know what I'm doing
what lies behind this facade
I am able to fool most people
into thinking I am competent
people like to believe
of course it's only a matter of time
before the truth is known
my one saving grace
you can fool all of the people
some of the time
Saturday 31st August 2019 12:33 pm
Also by d.knape:The Toad In The Road | Cheetos On The Parking Lot | Possums | Face Off | WHITE HORSES IN A DARKENED FIELD | Town Character | Little Lizards | Time On A Platter | Google It | Putting Him Away, a Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | I Phone | Broken Hearts | The F Word | Zombies | Like Trees | Problems | If You Enjoy This Site | Kids On A Beach | One Marble | Losing It | Conspiracy Theories | Roadrunner/Coyote | Finding Places | Thunder | Password | Mom's Birthday | Out To Pasture | The New Version |
wet rag whirls the dirt filmed glass
improving suns entry
quickening the rooms warmth
rousing drowsy horizontal bed loving me
into happier spirited verticality
my head, day plans filling
time is empty boxes
I must chockablock with communal usefulness.
Hurriedly dressed and annihilating breakfast
in a flash of minutes
I am four-wheeling awa...
Saturday 31st August 2019 11:56 am
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:The abused fostered child | At least one way of killing time | Aerodynamicist's | Part ownership | Mockeries of pacifism | Taken aback and back | Demon clutched | Here's to the memorial palais | Stranger and stranger the change | An offering to the god of WOL, but first........ | That ( occasional ) shit feeling | Food banking | Slate quarries | optimistically rallying non-defeatist rhyme | Night struggle | last let down | who stole the fucking STOP RIGHT FUCKING NOW! sign? ( eco rant ) | Credence | Again the fall out | Struggle of the unwanted |
A message great
Unmatched to date
Via an angel,
Irreverence against God
That does not tolerate,
To a pious girl immaculate
While the holy one
For a pray bent,
The angel Saint Gabriel,
Descended from high
Above in the sky
And with reverence said
There is a message
To be told!
The holy one
In God’s fac...
Saturday 31st August 2019 11:05 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:How could I forget | Percolated down to every bone |
The Green party is in power
Not many cars on the streets
Asphalt is removed, cobblestones too.
They are planting trees and vegetables
The motorway is a strawberry field.
I don’t mind, pick fruit as I walk
To the tax office, which shut no one
Is supposed to pay tax anymore.
Airports are farms, planes are forbidden
They pollute too much.
Saturday 31st August 2019 10:16 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:sweet revenge | a conceited restaurant | supermarket blue | the truth teller | at the hospital | travel light | sharks | A Family | a beach in cascais | the way | the king | a small collection | the first voyage | before daylight | early one morning | the passing of time | separate tables | would-be-writer | broken mirror | literature & booze | snow 1956 | identity | our dogs | the tremor | my life | what happen to ringss |
Most of us
To scratch out
With our broken bics
Blood and ink
In a vague attempt
To trace the idea
Of a future
And paint it
Against the world
With its cruel way
Of crumbling dreams
We reach them
Or wake up
And we struggle so...
Saturday 31st August 2019 9:18 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:The Mirage | and we burn |
SMILE CVN'T ! WHY CVN'T ?
(This piece was inspired by eccentric Sydney 75yr-old sandwich-board wearer Danny Lim who was arrested, handcuffed and fined $500 for displaying a sign “SMILE CVN'T ! WHY CVN'T ?” after a single phone complaint. He appeared in court with his chihuahua-pomeranian Smarty. The magistrate was highly critical of the arresting officers and said the law was concerned wi...
Saturday 31st August 2019 8:34 am
Also by Don Matthews:Parental Failure | Haiku Homework (Grade 1) | Look At Me Damn You | My Muse is Getting Fussy | Tear Up | A Toilet for Daisy | Party Tricks in Bali | Poets Should Have Standards | Why My Monty Python Audition Was Unsuccessful | Bipolar Fragments | Playful Shoelace Ha Ha Ha | The Laws of War | Hip Hooray | The Americanisation of Australia | Bipolar Mania's Two-Edged Sword | Dedication to the Rose of WOL | Poet's Blight | Manson – The Smell of Evil | McMansions | It's Sunday in the UK | Brothel Planning (just a thought) | Jungle Law | I Am Your Master, You Are My Slave | The Cult of Cosmic Buzz | First Efforts at New-Age Poetry | Resow | Boris Has a Problem | Gloria Laura Vanderbilt | This Aussie Rhymer. What Are We Gonna Do? | Biggo's In My Dictionary |
Totality in suffering,
The benign do come true,
After the storm.
Ghosts writhe in place,
And the melancholy gets to me,
Fathered in the delinquent,
And fostered in shadows,
Of the grave soon to be.
Ghost be gone,
This trumpet sounds,
Seeing to be once again.
Part of the symphony
Saturday 31st August 2019 6:57 am
Also by Alita Moore:Walk in the shadow of the lamb | Fantasia and african islands | The other side |
Slowly pulling myself up the cliff
Each inch closer to contentment
It's what I want, I swear
I feel so bare
The darkness swimming to the surface
Soaking my skin
I'm beginning to forget
That there's an end
It's not what I want
I want to float
This isn't my boat
I don't get a boat
It's all sour, anyway
This lost poem
Left me alone in my head
Saturday 31st August 2019 4:46 am
How can you adore me one day
and forget I exist the next?
Was I just another notch
in your belt?
Why can’t you see that your world is
darker without me,
the one who loves you
Someday it will all make sense.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep convincing myself
you still care.
Saturday 31st August 2019 4:27 am
Also by Vautaw:Spanish Rose | Go for the Glow | Third Eye Blind |
I'm going on a road trip
With my bestest friend
The greatest times I've had with her
And this won't be the end
We've been together for so long
Friends Forever, True and Strong
would be so dim
My very bestest,
My one and only
Friday 30th August 2019 10:48 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:A Cog in the Works | The Nature of Things | Another Happy Tuesday | Searching | Dirty Little Secret | My Catalyst | Don't Sell Your Soul Part I (re-post) & Part II | Trouble | Whoa |
O Les Miserables, for short Les Mis,
Must be the greatest show there is.
It is one that should not be missed,
As it evokes all feelings that do exist
It contains much hope but can be tragic,
But it amazes just like magic.
It talks of justice and of redemption.
It is gripping and full of tension.
We witness the struggles of Jean Val Jean,
Who is given the number - 246...
Friday 30th August 2019 8:01 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Sherlock Holmes | Mozart | Heat Wave | Karma | Poetry and Me | The Sun | Indiana Jones | Feelings | Nottingham | James Boswell | Jack Nicholson | Personality | Time | Trust | Philosophy for today | The Story of Our Lives | Summertime | Drink | Geniuses | Egalitarianism | Obsession (OCD) | Depression | Trying Times | My Wishes | Friendship | To Harbour a Feeling | Nature |
Look deep in her eyes,
you will see
The deepest of love,
There can ever be.
She is loyal and sweet
Loves every treat.
She loves to play,
Will even sit and stay.
Before she came I lost all purpose,
She gives me strength,
She gives me purpose,
She is my friend,
We are a special blend.
Taking away loneliness,
Cuddled up for coziness.
Friday 30th August 2019 7:14 pm
(First he asked the President to dissolve the Reichstag. Then he banned opposition parties. Finally he introduced the Enabling Act to allow him to by-pass the Reichstag)
The crowds they cheered him joyously
“With one great leap we will be free”
It was the start of things to be
When Hitler brought the House down.
“Let’s end all this procrastination”
Spake the volk of ha...
Friday 30th August 2019 6:08 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE DYSON AIRBLADE | ARTIFICIAL INSEMINATION | TRIG'S BROOM | BORN TOO LATE | THE SLASH APRON | RITES OF PASSAGE | THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN | THE TATTOOED LADY | "FOR THESE" SAID THE FATHER "ARE THE THINGS A BOY SHOULD KNOW" | SITTING NEXT DOOR TO BORIS | A WOMAN'S RIGHT TO CHOOSE |
Artistry and craft can take many forms,
But I can readily understand
The sheer skill and expertise required
To re-attach a man's severed hand.
Friday 30th August 2019 4:19 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:CHANCE? | OPTIMUM OPTIMISM | THE SHRINE OF WHINE | CREDO | BRING ME SUNSHINE | REPEAT AFTER ME | THE GLOBAL MEDIA |
I’ve dug too deep and a reckless fork
has struck guts and gore
with a piercing hiss:
the smothering stink of dog remains.
I quickly cover a forgotten cadaver
but memory fastens upon the odour
and tugs me along again:
a guide-dog for the blind rejected
for showing fear when near traffic,
and a discomposing habit
of staring at the heavens.
Friday 30th August 2019 4:10 pm
Khamoshi se koi khusbu ko faila de…
Rotey bhilaktey dilo ko behla de…
Dhadkano ko chupke se kehla de…
Zindagi jiyo apne andaaz se… kehti, bus aik mai nahi!
Kaaley dilo ki mehfil me wo safedposh…
Ranjish nahi kisi se bus josh-o-kharosh…
Hone wale hote hai uss dekh-dekh behosh…
Badey pyaar se wo jaati hai chhu… kehti, bus aik mai nahi!
Badalo ke jaisi wo, alag hi ha...
Friday 30th August 2019 3:43 pm
Also by ai ou:Meiz Se Parheiz (Urdu) | Yellow Divinity |
Open their eyelids
And I take a look inside
Into a life that is not my own.
Friday 30th August 2019 3:32 pm
Also by Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo:I Once Made Sadness My Home | Pressure | Disappointment |
Pack the haversack Jack and hang it slack on the scatback,
Attack the track like a lightning crack all the way to the tamarack,
The Andoraks are in die back so don't backtrack to the black shack,
There's a carack on waters slack, with coin to hijack and bring back.
Ride bareback with your gripsack push hard through the hardhack,
Don't go offtrack with that knapsack or mess with its ...
Friday 30th August 2019 3:01 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:The Deity Screams | Stranger At The Hearth | Sitting On The Shores | A Childhood Nonsense Rhyme From Where I Was Born | I Hope | The Tempest | Sing Me To Sleep | Acceptance | Riffing On Divinity | Sentinel Of The ZZZZZ's |
Energy of thought is a palpable force
And must be expressed, shared.
Pointing and patting, grunting, jumping,
Have limitations in interpretation.
So Language evolves - a living 'thing',
Also much limited, but better.
We honour the Ancients, those storytellers and bards
For their individual voices.
Their passion , their knowledge.
Friday 30th August 2019 11:54 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:La petite mort | Wood Pigeon | The Poetic Pit | To Smite! | SQUIRREL | Peek-a-Boo Blue | The Steepest Street In Town | Social Respect | Old People | 'She's a Prostitute' |
theirs was a language of nuance,
of words neither spoken nor written
crafted by connection not possible to voice
sparks flew when their eyes met
birthing spotfires in the landscape
billowing smoke cloaking the words
and carrying them on the wind
like smoke signals
Friday 30th August 2019 10:09 am
Also by Kate G:Meet me in Montana | The Ghost and the Chequerboard | Lost | Gentle activist | Sadness | Antipathy |
There was a young lady whose nose
had the fragrance and shape of a rose!
But she was rather morose
because everyone knows
that a person can't smell their own nose!
She crossed her eyes trying to look at it
which made her feel dizzy in a heartbeat!
Alas, she couldn't see it
and nor could she smell it
She couldn't even spell it!
All maudlin "Oh the irony!" she'd cry....
Friday 30th August 2019 9:45 am
Also by Mae Foreman:Argument For The Sake Of The Argument | My Better 3/4 | The Burden of Man- A Ghazal | Divine Sacrifice | Appeasement | Well Enough | M15tak3s- A Whateverette |
The life of not one’s
Tens, hundreds or thousands,
But by billions and trillions.
Battle is not
Betel to test
Rather bitter in test,
This kills core
And punishes more.
It is not a solution
To any problem,
Rather puts in conflict
Complexes the blame.
Shows their muscle power
Tussle their heads to win over,
Never see the ...
Friday 30th August 2019 8:50 am
Also by ajay kumar sahoo:WONDER | A Follower’s Failure | THE ECHOING GREEN | agony |
Trying to find solace in
the confinement of our
No physical straight jacket
restrains our limbs,
only a mental labyrinth,
turning each corner,
to be further trapped
inside a prison
of our own design.
Held like the minotaur,
are we to be sacrificed
to this beast?
who is our Theseus?
who will be our saviour?
Friday 30th August 2019 7:41 am
Everyone's looking at their phone
Apps to luv ya
Apps to feed ya
C U L8r
Friday 30th August 2019 7:25 am
Also by Brian Maryon:Fair Play | Guttersnipe | 3D Printing | Chicken Vindaloo and how it led to the change of lifestyle and eventual demise of Dr. Patel |
This same poem is also in my biography. Its the one I hold dear to my heart.
I still remember laying in the fucking tub
holding my head because it was bleeding he
wasnt facing me so he couldn't see it.
He was still having a fit till he heard me say my head hurts it's
My lip was busted I had bruises all over me
Friday 30th August 2019 6:46 am
At 12, I rode my first dirt bike.
Don’t go too far, he said as he
Helped me coordinate the clutch
And throttle and set me down
The beach. I could have turned.
In theory, it should have been easy
On a flat and empty beach,
But what does a boy with this
Kind of power for the first time
Know about turning back?
No one had explained this part,
And I just held on and kept
Twisting the thr...
Friday 30th August 2019 6:26 am
Also by Randy Horton:Momentary Bliss |
Bunch of shit, it...
wish I could quit it
Sucking in wind, it...
try to unhit it
Burning all round, it...
find what is lit, it.
Bitterness fills it...
trying to spit it.
Greediness grabs it...
wanting to split it.
Stealing from time, it...
the law is writ it.
Writhing in pain, it…
teeth on the bit, it.
Coming apart, it......
Friday 30th August 2019 6:06 am
Also by Adam Rabinowitz:Skylight | If Pessimistically Hopeful | Safe Space | Sound of Rain | Everybody is Writing Love Poems so Here's a Country Song. | Compost | The Times...Are They a Changin? | Parting | Room for Regret | Summer's End | Good Night Moon...not that book. | Pronoun | Olympic Mountains | Desert Landscape | Dedication Page | Travel | Upon Hearing of an ICE Raid: we want the country back | Thank You | Consequence - A Sestina | Weightless | A Question | Dance |
My vitality feels resuscitated with every breathe we share
two halves of a heart
you are the oxygen that pumps, vestibule, pair of consonance heartbeats
bounce off the walls.
we jump up and down hand in hand
your touch warms through and lights a fire inside and around
sound mind when your whisper incites a riot
the night is charged, god particles in the air.
our souls dance...
Friday 30th August 2019 4:12 am
Also by Shawn Garcia:Tranquility |
I can see nothing appealing
In hanging upside down from a ceiling,
Or flying around at the dead of night,
Trusting to sonar instead of to sight,
And as for sucking blood from cattle or sheep,
Or people's extremities while they're asleep,
I can't think of anything worse,
It's absolutely perverse.
No, the more I consider the evidence,
The more I speak w...
Thursday 29th August 2019 11:41 pm
Also by branwell kent:I've Got Some Good News And Some Bad News | Oh Dear | The Separation | If Only | An Annoying Riddle | The Things We Do To See Each Other Naked | The End Of The Affair | An Everyday Poem | The Youngest Son Wins Again |
Breathing on your skin
your body my canvas
with every brush of
my rosy lips,
the sound of
a melody of my
a never ending
for you ...
Thursday 29th August 2019 7:04 pm
Also by Alta H Mabin (Ally):A morning kiss | Evidence of pain | One day | A river of memories | Inside my soul | Darkness and a pretty smile | Dance with me | Dandelion | Memories of you | Right here |
like footprints ‘cross the beach
rinsed by relentless tides
to pass beyond my reach
and where are you
my fast forgotten dream
passed on to pastures new
like dead leaves on a stream
an idyll lost in time
extinct in but a trice
a broken paradigm
pale ghost in morning mist
a shade no longer present
Thursday 29th August 2019 5:09 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:School’s Out | Imagination | The Bean Sí’s Cry |
this house is just a comfortable box
to hold my clothes, my shoes, my socks
it keeps me warm and safe at night
my shady cave when the world's too bright
yes, it's a place i can be off-guard
to hide my pain when life gets hard
it's a place i'm allowed to scream and shout
but i don't want to be safe now
i want to go out
Thursday 29th August 2019 11:43 am
Also by Eiren Water:listen... | and i begin to fade | & love & need & love & need... | Tried, I did. | I said to him one afternoon... | story time |
Cave dragons’ cold breaths
The sliding serpents’ squeal
With open mouths welcoming
Carriage cars cradle
Go gently gliding
Songs and stories surround
Bodies passing brusquely
Eyes revealing nothing seen
In one shell into another husk
Awash in this subroutine
A system of total trust
The riders’ code of honor
Amused or brought to tears
Beside peculiar hy...
Wednesday 28th August 2019 11:02 pm
It's three o'clock
Too tired to rock
But sleep a distant dream
I'm sure by five
I'll feel alive
All primp if not that preen
Wednesday 28th August 2019 9:59 pm
Also by Bon Darcy:An Upgrade is Available |
I felt the sunrise that was the warmth of your face,
But even in the heat my tears felt the same
Burned too hot so even the ice gave chase
And still I can remember your name
I listened for the whisper that would remind,
But even the ocean fell silent tonight
City lights make the stars hard to find
And still you remain hidden from sight
I waited by the shore beside...
Wednesday 28th August 2019 8:26 pm
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I'm posting this following a conversation I had with the botanist John Parker (Director, Cambridge University Botanic Garden, 1996-2010) after a public reading from the book Deciphering Ancient Minds: The Mystery of San Bushman Rock Art by David Lewis-Williams and Sam Challis (Thames & Hudson, 2012). The South African San "bushmen" and their culture are a particular interest of John's, and we brie...
Wednesday 28th August 2019 7:55 pm
Realisations are sometimes horrific.
The empty biscuit tin, the final scrape
of butter. The dirty penny from the jar.
Breath, when taken deeply, will
dislodge truths that were stuck
and locked, if we slowly exhale.
The way the men held me down
and entered me that night, or the
last time you said you loved me.
Wednesday 28th August 2019 4:43 pm
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