Poetry Blogs (Aug 2019)
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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 | Beethoven | 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 |
I wasn't born in 1969
but when i hear the music i feel just fine
that infectious Jamaican brassy beat
with my docs on i start to move my feet
what is this music i hear you calling from afar?
that my friend is Bluebeat or two tone ska
the braces are on, am shaving my hair
working on that rudeboy stare
but tonight they be no fights
as i'm out there jamming to the skatilites!
Thursday 29th August 2019 1:17 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:Blackpool | Rebellion festival closer |
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
Also by Heart of Lead:Clickity Clack |
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
Also by Ralph Dartford:Onset | The Paint Stained Screamer (after David Hockney) | What Thought Did |
Out in the dull gold gloaming
past drowsy horses in cool wet grass
leaning on ancient mossy walls
of a long gone castle
looking down on the peat dark river
in still pools far below
with caramel colour foam
where rocks oppose its flow
the little burn gurgling gleefully
as it joins its older brother
a secret place - no roads or tracks
fishermen discouraged by st...
Wednesday 28th August 2019 3:02 pm
I wonder now what sin is worse
As we destroy this fragile earth
Who should we condemn the most? Who curse?
The careless or he who cares not for its worth?
When we misfile our plastic waste
Do we sin more than those who double wrap;
When we buy packaged goods in daily haste
Is it our fault we fall into the plastic trap?
And when we recycle those plastic trays
Wednesday 28th August 2019 2:09 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:Mnemosyne |
The noise is traffic and it is ceaseless.
Turn back where lies your sleeping angel
enveloped in silence.
Her hand unconsciously entwines with yours.
She is the one to lead you through
olive, myrtle, laurel groves.
You with the narrative; she and her elixir;
when both are lost and mists clear
you'll find a forever home,
perched beside bluest sea. Crystal air
upholds gulls a-floatin...
Wednesday 28th August 2019 10:11 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Aesop's Parade | Unrhymed Sonnet | As I Rambled | Crux | Commute |
Today I pull up the drawbridge
None may enter
Today I go to the mountain
None may find me
Today I commune with nature
None may follow
Today I bid adieu for a while
None may know
Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet (from Beyond Poetry) www.deanfrasercentral...
Wednesday 28th August 2019 9:06 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:ARE YOU READY? | Talking to Myself | Supermarket | EVE? |
its not about seeing whats inside
when it's locked with white lies
it's about giving up your ground
to a fall giving a blink of a rise
to no highs and downs
to straight lines
to watching skies being found
to question generations aligned
wont lead you to new lands
sometimes you need to stalk
rivers with no ends
Wednesday 28th August 2019 6:12 am
This is for the jaded,
Usually the most hated, with pain so deep and nobody to confide in.
Searching til frustrated
Determined to appear so bright eyed.
Reply yet never applies.
Realizing that all flesh & sould must divide.
I share only words of encouragement, due to my acceptance as being a member of the other side.
So to say- WE are the Wise
We must learn to understand ...
Tuesday 27th August 2019 11:36 pm
I am applauded for my supposed talents and works. Can’t they see these talents and works are nothing more than self-loathing’s reign over me.
Her quiet whispers are boundless as she drenches my ear with invectives and affirms my triviality. Her voice has become a familiar melody that serenades my mind and her song confronts anyone who challenges her position.
I attempt to war against her w...
Tuesday 27th August 2019 8:30 pm
Also by Amy Parady:Beautifully Broken | Self-Loathing’s Song |
Howl with lacerations and bleed the cheap absurdity of living. A moment of life like the sweetness of decay just before it turns putrid.
I have just one thing to say.
Leaving just means I'll always be behind you.
Recklessly I wreck myself. I live the thrill of destroying the body and mind. Spite as ecstasy a kind of drunken abandon.
My wine has femented with a destruction so lou...
Tuesday 27th August 2019 7:49 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Fragments "Unto The Kingdom Of Perpetual Night" | Fragments "Learning To Drown" | Fragments "Lost But Not Known Yet" | Fragments "The Procreation Of Space" | Fragments "I See You Swimming In The Canvas Of Closed Eyes." | Fragments "She Pulls Away The Fabric Of My Flesh" | Fragments "To Undo And In Undoing To Become" | Fragments "Falling Into Form" | Fragments "The Desire Of Ghosts" |
Outside the Atlantic rolls gently among the pebbles on the beach
Inside an unsettling tide of turmoil clamours for calming oils
In the street, in the warm night air, all seems at ease
Leaning on the bar, Sophie lifts her eyes to scan the horizon
Tied up to the quayside, boats bob easily, tethered securely in place
On the dance floor, anchored together, mermaids find safe h...
Tuesday 27th August 2019 6:49 pm
I will wake up tomorrow and start my day
start my day in the same way
I shell be driven by the force of love I have for my daughters
I shell create
my manifestations will be strong with your force
There lyes direction
The resolving issue
As a child I knew
Until I held you
with freedom I've seeked
Tuesday 27th August 2019 6:32 am
She pushed her pram and lit a fag,
Her skin wrinkled and her cheeks did sag.
Baby's lungs filled up with smoke,
Coughing and spluttering ready to choke.
Her phone rang and gave her a start,
As to the cigarette counter she did dart.
She ignored the ring and switched it off,
Baby in pram continued to cough.
Twenty cigarettes she did buy,
Baby in pram continued to cry.
Tuesday 27th August 2019 5:19 am
Also by hugh:Double delight of mother's twin expectation | Fred's Dilemma | Celebration | Slow down you drive to fast! | Paralytic Patrick |
Can somebody please help us?
We are inhabitants of planet earth
We have been around for a very long time
But we can’t breath
Some of us are humans, others not so
We need oxygen, food, clean air and water
Some of our friends live under the water
But we are all finding it harder to breath
There is an enemy who has also been
an ever present in our world
Monday 26th August 2019 10:16 pm
Also by Rick Varden:Ranting Reg | Naturally Innate | Rumours | Rats | My Kind of Life |
The horizon stretches
to infinity as cerulean sky
the sky embraces the sea with a kiss,
and I feel as though I must soon melt
into the foaming, salty waters
trickling through my toes.
The sun beats harshly upon the crown of my head,
and my skin prickles,
droplets of moisture surfacing
amongst the bloom of heat on my cheeks.
I inhale the...
Monday 26th August 2019 9:43 pm
Also by Jill Ashforth:Reverie’s Garden | Flor de Mai | Rainbows Of Hope | Bach’s Preludes And Fuges | The Time Traveller | Echoes | The Cat Who Forgot How To Miaow | Bodies | Doorways |
Residents in my head of hawthorn and wool. Fleshly cloudy constellation. You are here as a stellar palette of scars. Does the eternal womb and catacomb divide doorways, when my body is gravel...The fire within my tongue; swool?
Curtains of things blatantly unbeheld.
My vision holds your body tonight.
The stone cracked open.
Overtones of nonexistence.
Intangible silk draped betw...
Monday 26th August 2019 6:58 pm
Also by Mimi:...Their Souls... |
They gather on the plains of Babylon.
“It's party-time dear friends!”, the invite reads.
“Let's shake it down and cross the Rubicon.”
“A stairway up to heaven is our need.”
The plots they thicken, artful plans are honed.
They build their zigurrat to breach the blue.
Bizarre bed-fellows meet and greet, combine
In shifting shapes to overthrow the throne.
“Rise up! Throw down...
Monday 26th August 2019 2:41 pm
Also by afishamongmany:(Remembering The Screwtape Letters by C.S.Lewis) Urgent Memo from High Command | Dogs and Decadence | Spectator? Participator? Instigator? |
drams dript in ductal work
forced to come out where they don't belong
staining the untreated woods:
cedar bearing witness
in the vacuum of a needle.
months pass like days
the same as hours the same as
tho as sweet as sleep may be
ive never been more tired
static hanging beneath my eyes
in long and loping waves
(90.9, music t...
Monday 26th August 2019 1:44 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:cleft (08/12/2019) | witness bourne (Ray Charles Jr, 08/09) |
Three little sparrows came across my way
Church bells ringing in the air of dust and speed
as the night falls into the day
and the fall whispers to the heat of the city
The sparrows turn into light
when they leave the ground
and start their flight
at the crossing of darkness and bright
I follow the birds
The smoke of a finished ...
Sunday 25th August 2019 7:00 pm
Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes and whirlwinds,
oceans and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds and read the clouds
and see the destiny in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass, alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain, fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has nev...
Sunday 25th August 2019 4:33 pm
Also by alexis karpouzos:YOU CAME IN TO THIS WORLD: ALEXIS KARPOUZOS |
Don't scream so loud,you'll wake the dead
I'd rather that they stayed in bed!
Sunday 25th August 2019 3:45 pm
Also by Zoëlla:The move | Sleep paralysis' defence | Shots fired | Shots fired |
She sits on her lonely bed
with a cigarette in her hand
She feels the acid in her belly
and sweat across her forehead
Missing the pictures on the wall
and the happy days gone by
Thoughts run through her head
and sorrow fills her heart
Missing the painted dreams
she is lost in her world
Bearing the old burdens
and scars that won't heal
Taken by the mist of her pain
she longs for better...
Sunday 25th August 2019 10:57 am
Cat Beats Gecko
and her skin is translucent as I
Will her into being, so many
planets that numbers
transcend like five eyes
blinking for the last time…
… there is an island where more horrrors
than you could humanly conceive occur, are
occurring this very moment but
draining a swamp is a lot
more dangerous than you think;
for the lizards come out dry and snappin...
Sunday 25th August 2019 9:34 am
How do I love?
Wondered the struggling eyes,
As sun's rays reached the pale face,
Into another morning of inquiry,
Whether to carry on or linger,
From, perhaps, a hope for two souls,
That had no home,
Looking and searching,
For, if haven was impossible,
At least a shelter to thrive on,
But to only provide what it needs,
One must let go,
For hope to live...
Sunday 25th August 2019 5:43 am
I’m sorry that I can’t bring myself to like the stories from the book you’ve been reading,
in all honesty all I can see are empty words that are misleading.
Late night arguments,
and even later apologies,
could this really be the pinnacle of conflicting ideologies.
Brown sugar coated lies,
wearing a sweet disguise,
frowned upon by the broken,
trapped behind those beauti...
Sunday 25th August 2019 12:48 am
there was no answer.
I cross –
stain hath followed.
Saturday 24th August 2019 9:15 pm
Also by Chaz Allen:Cataclysm | Butterfly | Bound | Birth:Death | 3 a.m. |
Observe dear, the way August hides
absorbs it's magic through the veins of our town,
going back in time, conquering places,
searching for the last tone to catch
And it looks like we were here before,
and it looks like we are still part of
this lifestyle blew us out of control,
all that we left,
hidden tattoos on our soul.
Saturday 24th August 2019 8:02 pm
Also by Dragan Bozilov:Baltimore | Escape |
How good our cosy sleep !
The burning smell does not bother
The roomfreshners are doing their jobs.
ok,we need not heed their problems.
We just sleep.
Nightmares are our friends.
Dreams are dead letters.
Hush!We are sleeping.
Saturday 24th August 2019 7:04 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Celebration Day |
At least at the last chance saloon
You might be able to rest easy for a while
Maybe have a drink or two
Listen to good music
In this den of no hopers
Desperate prayers fly up
Dreams come crashing down
And all that's left is another gamble
The one armed-bandit turned slowly
Into a whole new ball game
The odds were fixed on the screens
Saturday 24th August 2019 5:27 pm
I sent my invitation
to the voices in my head
Then emptied out my mind
to weigh on what they said
I’m musing my responses
I thought I would be fine
But I’m falling out of kilter
at least one step behind
I’m standing where I should be
But it’s empty space and time
And nowhere is a place
Where there is no paradigm
So is this a destination
Saturday 24th August 2019 2:52 pm
you got a shiny new bike
all I ever got was love
doing headstands on a mountainside
all I ever got was love
in a world of shiny things
you’ve gone insane
maybe I can help you with this
in my own way
you want everything
all I ever got was love
past the point of embarrassing
when jungles are burning up
and you’re spinning in yo...
Saturday 24th August 2019 1:32 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:We're on the co-pay | What doesn't work as a lesson | When were we? | Strangers | Everything's a metaphor | Crying | Boring History Shit | Enormous Doubts | Unproven Theories | Have you become this |
Let the wind free
Where 'er you may be
Church or Chapel
Let it rattle
Friday 23rd August 2019 6:54 pm
Searching for socratic inspiration
pen craves poetic appetite
emotional sunbeams golden moments
first taste not enough.
Friday 23rd August 2019 4:43 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:The Ambush |
I believe if we knew love as more than four letters,
perhaps when we met her, we would let her stay.
I belive when we all know her on a first name basis,
she will still somehow look like hundreds of faces.
I believe that where love is,
there healing also dwells.
In the little house that is so often driven by.
The very thing that hurt me, healed me.
So I ...
Friday 23rd August 2019 5:36 am
Even when the skies are forecast,
your unwavering presence
puts my heart at ease.
Though I may not see,
I can certainly feel
you are there.
Thursday 22nd August 2019 9:36 pm
Shallow brains,gather loniness.Fear brings about a weak soul.we were one but you made us two....
Close your eyes and cry me a tune,,for you miss me but i never think of you.
Maybe i'm over thinking,or maybe its you,,maybe everything you talked about could be true.
Sometimes you never know what to expect ,sometimes it recks your inside.There is a space where a heart once belonged.
Thursday 22nd August 2019 6:27 pm
Also by Blackrose:The wrong step toward things? | Insanity? | My tea cup? |
"Mom, the day I grow up,
I will earn lot of money
and will gift you all the luxury."
A kid promised his mother,
seeing her in old faded saree.
Kid grew up,
earned lot of money,
but forgot his promise.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems
Thursday 22nd August 2019 6:12 pm
Also by Ankita Srivastava:Me and my poetries❤️ | Storm and sunshine | Tale of tiny wings |
war like shining light exalted one
person of power she is one
never a nemesis too far from home
but always protected
no unfinished battle
left un Faught
no wasted battles
at war she was taught
war like mother
repetition of name
from the strongest of wombs
comes stronger again
although her title stages a fight
right in the middle a shining light
this says it all to me she...
Thursday 22nd August 2019 9:31 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:Joe | Laurel tree victorious bright sea(laura) | Sister | Put the fire out | Extra Large Sized Men's Padded Hooded Parker |
With age, I can’t help wondering.
If I taught my children, enough.
Teaching them what they need to know
To get through their day-to-day life.
Like being respectful to all they meet.
Saying thank you, please and bless you
To friendly strangers they greet.
Teaching them kindness, I hope will be enough.
I hope it’s enough to teach them patience....
Wednesday 21st August 2019 10:54 pm
Also by Belinda Sue Kiser:A Destiny Divine | Ocean City Marland | Did You Know I Have Cancer | Hurricane Sandy | Patience |
What comes from the heart,
goes to the heart.
Every word uttered and
every thought, thought.
It always ends where it starts.
Every piece given,
is always replenished.
Like water to a river,
Love flows through our veins,
yet still remains.
Wednesday 21st August 2019 10:04 pm
Also by DeVaughn:No Conspiracy |
Death rolling on the stone, Joy been washed away by water, Laughing and tolling beneath the underground. **** The devil is a mammalian attropods, Catching the angel of steadfastness, Romancing her to cum in God's presence. **** The evil has befall on the great land of the pose, Attacking the luminating light of gloom; blaming the angels of gloom to gave birth to an angel of darkness. ***...
Wednesday 21st August 2019 3:59 pm
Also by Rays Chinonyerem Chinwendu:WHY DO KIDS HAVE TROUBLE FOCUSING IN SCHOOL? | TEARS OF NIGERIA |
Have I caught a cold?
I can feel it in my bones
this hollow sense that I can’t shake
when I gauge the current state
you’re not paper anymore
and it’s not news
just the inevitable unfolding
an unstoppable rolling
towards flag waving
a dismantling, dividing
This news, this news
gives me contusion blues…
Politics is broken, democracy’s a jok...
Wednesday 21st August 2019 3:18 pm
Also by Tom Alexander:We Were Beautiful | Don't Look And It Won't Hurt |
I'm sorry for inviting myself I just wanted to spend more time with you
And if I'm in your way I'll stand in the corner and wait for you
Now I'm sorry to be a bother but do you think I can have some water
To wash away my insecurities but I know you'll give them back to me
I don't know what you want from me but I just want your company
Find what you're looking for and take it all from me
Wednesday 21st August 2019 1:45 pm
Also by Nick:Dejection. |
sorry ; to the hearts I abused '
The lies i told , and those I used.
The pain I caused and tears I made fall,
These deep; I'm sorry's : goes out to all.
A child thats growing, will make mistakes
Until one day: knowledge; will take it's place .
Without wrongs ' there are no rights
Without struggles ' there are no fights.
No longer a child : yet mistak...
Tuesday 20th August 2019 7:35 pm
Also by Lysa d:You're power |
A love so deep, I can not sleep.
Forever awake in a bliss, endless dream
I guess my thoughts are yours to keep.
Alone again, I tried counting sheep
But even in the dark empty you brightly gleam
A love so deep, I can not sleep
Even as I make my fearful leap,
I see you, in the peaceful stream.
I guess my thoughts are yours to keep
It’s been so long I can’t h...
Tuesday 20th August 2019 2:31 am
I struggle greatly with the idea that I am inconsequential.
That I am but a flash in the lives of those whom I cherish.
It takes not but a moment for me to be convinced that my time in their hearts has expired.
Yet several lifetimes could pass, and I would still fear the day my nightmarish internal prophecy would be realized.
The warmth of someone’s love confuses...
Monday 19th August 2019 9:57 pm
The engine’s soft hum,
Out of the dawn-lit window,
Snowy jagged peaks
— Descending to Geneva, early morning local time
Endless stairs spiraling up
Tomb of ancient stone
— Saint Piere Church Geneva, South Tower
Monday 19th August 2019 2:54 pm
Also by Kwan Srijomkwan:Chocolates |
UNTIL THE DARKNESS COMES.
Her light is fading slowly
But the memories which made us one
Will burn brightly in my heart
Until forever ends
There are no guarantees
Only the inevitable
I may lose the shell which surrounds her
But her essence will always be
The other half of me.
Our souls will be
As long as memory endures
Surely sadness will...
Monday 19th August 2019 11:17 am
His name was Sam
But he was always known as Samsez
He spoke of himsen in the third person
If Sam was gunna do summet,
He wun’t say “I’m gunna do summet”
He’d say “Sam’s gunna do summet”
Annoying or what?
That’s just the half of it
He began each sentence with the word Samsez
So it’d go
“Samsez… Sam’s gunna do summet”
His sad tales took ...
Sunday 18th August 2019 1:09 pm
Sunday 18th August 2019 1:15 am
Death, dying, passing, departure, dissolution
The fear of the end, but why
For some the end is the only answer
For some the darkness is the light
For some it is the saving grace from the hell of the light
This world can be so cruel, so cold, so unfair
For some the only answer is a bottle, a pill, a blade
Those are the people we push away, we judge, when they may not have found...
Saturday 17th August 2019 7:22 pm