Poetry Blogs (Sep 2019)
I have learned my lessons
Hard way or easy way, I’ve learned
Curiously or experience, they’re all lessons
Academically or life wise, dear I’ve learned
Of all educators, fathers are greater teachers
Little emotional, but you will learn
Experience is most brutal of all teachers
It will hurt, but you’ll learn, dear learn
Don’t say I am watch...
Sunday 15th September 2019 12:28 pm
Also by Lucas Chihinga:My Pain | 'Could've Been |
Out in the fields
you will find
traces of trails
just faint bending of grass
a way in the dirt
from place to place
where something has gone through
enough times the same way
to leave their mark
the fields are full of roads like this
left by creatures of the night
busy at their work
comings and goings
paths toward escape
Sunday 15th September 2019 12:22 pm
Also by d.knape:Paying The Bills | BBQ | Unfriendly Skies | Hay | Bad Example | Buzz | Funny Face | No Comment | On A Roll | Busybodies | All These Aging Hippies | I Hear Freedom Singing | Our Fathers |
Girls certainly know how to shop,
As into our shopping precincts they drop.
They carry more bags than us men,
Filling their bags agen and agen.
Girls you keep our economy alive,
Without you it would not survive.
Males purchase probably one in ten,
Our economy would be dead if it was up to men.
Colourful accessories you girls do buy,
To attract the attention of ...
Sunday 15th September 2019 12:12 pm
Also by hugh:A political plea.ORDER! ORDER! ORDER! | Friday the 13th,a sad day for Sammy the skeleton | Friday the 13th,female integration | Breaking news,passenger flies plane from Manchester to Alicante | How old? | Homelessness | Souper wit | A rat's prayer | Aspirations of a Refugee | Vote Remain |
A shortie using tanka template:
we had to return
this one last time to listen
to the black head gulls
and watch the otters bobbing
in the ripples of Harray.
the loch was calmness.
as clouds scudded from the West
and the wind grew strong
we folded umbrellas. it’s
raining now and Hoy is gone.
Sunday 15th September 2019 11:35 am
Also by Rick:I looked up (final version (for now) ) | I looked up | broken home |
I have lately been contemplating taking my life
The question is, how?
I live on the seventh floor with a veranda
The falling is not bad I shudder by the impact
Also, upsetting people.
A shotgun in my mouth blowing my brain out Is too ghastly,
Ernest Hemingway did it shoot himself
Blood and gore all over the place.
A 22-calibre pistol should do it, but I dis...
Sunday 15th September 2019 10:06 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:looking for serenity | sleepless | flowers | a notion | Jacob's ladder | blowing in the wind | as the wind blows | future | reality check | consensous | the collapse |
Why is Britain in such a Catastrophic Shambles Over Brexit?
Australia has a variation of the Westminster system
It has a written constitution which all elements of politics must comply
Only the people can amend this.
That is, the people have sovereignty
The British system does not have this
Australia has a long history of referendums which bind the Parliament...
Sunday 15th September 2019 9:51 am
Also by Don Matthews:WOL Muse Bus Tour and Thalia (thankyou Philipos) | Banning Plastics | Where Are You My Publisher? | Our Master is a Slave Driver | Joni Mitchell 1969 | Mugabe's Dead | Wanna, Gonna, Sorta, Wot ? | If | Poet in Training 2017 | I Just Don't Get It? 1 & 2 | Americans Don't Understand English | WOL's Kiddie Kindergarten (today's lesson the letter J) | Maybe |
A pseudo ground between life and death,
Frozen in the Magistrate,
Free me from the shackle.
The winds shift,
Side to side,
Bristling against the window at night.
Gashes form in heart of gallor,
And candles lit,
Melting streams of wax and fermented apathy.
Gather what remains,
In a pitiful puddle,
And sing to the wallowing winds.
Sunday 15th September 2019 8:33 am
Also by Adrian Metcalf:Life is cruel |
lying in the bath, curled in a daze
staring at my hand, ring finger twitching
eyes losing focus, antipsychotics sedating
right foot twitching, clinically agitated
stomach protruding, appetite increased
screams of bubbles bursting, whispers intruding
scent of my body, artificial strawberry
ignore the shouts, but they hurt me
mountains of bubbles, naïve body purifying
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:57 am
I chose to sit in this gloom...to find an empty room.A comfort to cling hold of.Safer than being happy and giving in.... To your love....to your forgiveness.
A blackness that prevents any feelings. Deep inside my sinking head. No longer accepting that there’s any hope. And watching a world float by. Full of nothing....just imitation well being. It makes me so overly sick to see it Take it away ...
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:52 am
Also by Harvey202020:Fast Forward | New grass |
are ripe on the tree
across the road
and the swallows
are skimming beneath the power lines
and the soft blue sky
The washing on the balcony rail is dry
The village dogs bark
Church bells summon summer in
and the early morning peace
is broken as a tractor heads for the fields
The sun heats the soft grey
feathers on the pigeon’s back
and he leaves his chimney perch
Sunday 15th September 2019 7:13 am
A small, soft rose
petals shining in the sun
beautiful green leaves
but thorns strong and vengeful
you have no idea
of the horrors that await
only a few months away
in the dead of winter
but when spring comes again
so do you
your petals grow back
your dead thorns grow alive
so continues the circle
that encompasses life
you live, you suffer, ...
Sunday 15th September 2019 4:28 am
Also by CharaOfNothing:After The Life |
I can’t believe I found you at last. I haven’t seen you since I was 17.
A few times I felt you near, but couldn’t see you because I was blinded by my attachment to shining knight fairy tales, white picket fences, and the American dream.
What a relief to know you never really left. You have been here all along, patiently waiting for me...
to smile at my reflection in the mirror.
# # #...
Sunday 15th September 2019 4:04 am
Also by Vautaw:Interpretive Dance | Can We Pretend |
I’m no one trick pony!
I saddled, rode and tamed you.
Walked through the fire & spit out the ashes then bathed with the smoke and that was just in passing.
Lifted up other when I was in the trenches.
Soared over heartache-deflected all pain.
Only taking a break to feel the rain.
You see I never said I was perfect nor claim to be.
Just a lady with many layers,
so many it a...
Sunday 15th September 2019 12:03 am
Also by northern_nay:DESIRE | UNTITLED |
"Without music, life would be a mistake” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
A waterfall of notes, rising and falling,
Splashing into mind, heart, soul.
Music will never grow old.
Arpeggio series of broken chords rising descending
Into and out of order. Plunging into minor keys, rising into waves of luminosity.
Notes that compose a chord are played or sung in a rising or descending or...
Saturday 14th September 2019 11:53 pm
Also by John E Marks:Who the hell can see forever? | Sister poem | An adamantine distress | For Al-Mu'tamid (Seville, 1040-95 Christian Era) | Lotus flower | Final solution | Victorian Gin Palace | Bobbins |
From early childhood
Til our days are done;
We're conditioned to strive
For 'Number 1' ;
Of Me! Me! Me!
A society rent
By blind ambition;
A victor's not the one
Who wins first-place;
All are winners
Who finish the race!
Saturday 14th September 2019 10:42 pm
Also by Chrystel Roberts:Tomorrow is far away | My bad! | BLUE | Out of my head! | Hope Springs Eternal | Call me Rhett! | Huh??? | why i like Poets |
Bombers race in unison along
Laden with a deadly nuclear cargo
to dislodge our planet from its axis
As we are cast like confetti
into an inter galactic gloom
Leaving our earthly home abandoned
desolate and forever stricken
Leaders shout the futile slogans
of their defunct ideologies
Beauty is gone in a blinding flash
Saturday 14th September 2019 8:52 pm
Also by keith jeffries:My Other.... | She Died Recently........ | Our Destiny | A Spiritual Home | Needless Burdens | The Final Blast | He Stepped Inside |
A Birthday Blessing
Birthdays are special events
To be celebrated with laughter and cheer.
We share these special times in life
With those love ones so dear.
When a life touch’s so many.
This special event is a birthday blessing.
The longer the life
The more ch...
Saturday 14th September 2019 8:21 pm
Also by Belinda Sue Kiser:You Found Your Way Home | Life is a Chain Reaction |
Someone, anyone. Not rich or famous
but very, very fortunate.
Awoke somewhere, well, it was a hospital.
And someone, it must have been a doctor
said simply "You're cured!"
The patient, flooded with relief, was unable to speak.
Later a nurse arrived with a bite to eat.
The patient smiled and, feeling unworthy
lowered his gaze. Obviously he would have to
offer a pro...
Saturday 14th September 2019 7:52 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Future Is Another Country | Power In The Eyes | Quiz On Greek Gods |
It is my favoured walk – the
one that takes me from St John’s
towards the Mapledoram route
which I traverse on foot and wonder
at the scenic seasonal views – for
autumn now begins to stir and
berries line the brambled boughs in
thickets by the water’s edge and
jam makers appear with jars in
hand to crop the bounteous fare
which beckons all to share their...
Saturday 14th September 2019 6:32 pm
Also by Philipos:(untitled) | BEASTLINESS | (untitled) | MILITARY LINES | SPOT THAT TUNE | DONNER UND BLITZEN | ASCENSION | SANTIAGO DE CUBA |
Thursday, September 12, 2019
Be good individual
Saturday,14th September 2019
I am no exception
honest and simple clay man
very eager to maintain the cordial relation
and proud to be a good citizen too
very much prone to get tempted
even without being attempted
life seems very much empty
but seek always solace from an almighty
I need ...
Saturday 14th September 2019 3:52 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:Great relief | Never starve | Meet with rough weather | Know and love | War-no option | Help me | Waves shall | Pray for mercy | Bitter memory | Peace stays | Less you focus | My book | My little flower | Poetry- an expression | Love as I take | Come back | Mass destruction | Self-elevation and | Show them door and | Life doesn't end | Three cheers |
Poem 120 of 230: A GOOD SEASIDE DAY - AUTUMN 2000
Via the art gallery,
Blackpool how it used to be;
Via a famous tower,
The Blackpool of the hour.
Via a maritime Mount,
Fleetwood with its channel out.
And, via a coastline tram,
The autumn-night lit-art jam.
(C) David Franks 2003 -
Saturday 14th September 2019 3:04 pm
of ruined love
sorrow my only luggage
deceivers have stolen
every one of my hearts treasures
now they are dancing partners
with the inflictions of memory
am I ever to leave
their traitorous damaging's
in my rear-view mirror
or go on forever trying to cry away
the distances I am travelling
on this highway of blue shadows?
Saturday 14th September 2019 2:58 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:with hAvOc as a memory | inexplicable entities | unforgettable underdogs aka real human beings ( a just HAS TO BE for all on WOL ) | weak days | withdrawal |
All I want to do is hold you close and show you.
Because with all of this space between us...
Sometimes words are not enough.
Sometimes words are too much.
Sometimes when it all feels too rough.
Sometimes the only thing that will suffice is touch.
Saturday 14th September 2019 8:58 am
A Bag of Spuds and a Swede (part 1)
It was as if his birthdays had all come at once
Double family allowance, and double dole
But now he’s down to just twelve and half pence
Sat alone in the watering hole
He’d been up since the crack o’ dawn that day
And snuck down as his family all slept
And he rifled through Annie’s old handbag
Where her most prize...
Saturday 14th September 2019 8:01 am
the infinite dawn
pale light too the horizon
to the rise of the dreamtime
of eternity’s extent
Saturday 14th September 2019 6:39 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:catcher of my shadows | narcotic |
You and I.
Four young fists.
Long lasting kiss.
Once a flame, now a smoldering blaze lasting long after the sunrise.
Throw your matches into the fire, take that chance and pray they won't burn out.
Run with me beyond reality and back.
Hold my hand and pull me headfirst into the oblivion of us.
Saturday 14th September 2019 3:15 am
Fair haired boy.. soldier a cart he does pull
for the cart holds his dreams
brightest of light so bright ...never dull
beautifully fair with angel tone skin
The boy he does care
deepest love from within
protect him and love him
nourish his soul
the boy he sees through you
He speaks to your soul
a spontaneous loveable summer time child
clear sounding tones in his voice gentle mild
Saturday 14th September 2019 12:10 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:VERA VEE | SEBASTIAN |
Who is that man, I need to know
The one who makes me tremble so
The one who makes me quake inside
When he looks into my eyes
The one whose voice I just adore
Leaving me with wanting more
That man, the one who's so aloof
The one whose smile is the proof
He is the one I wish to hold
The one for whom I feel so bold
Perhaps throw caution to the wind
All with just the s...
Friday 13th September 2019 9:11 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:The Moors |
What is home?
sometimes I feel I have a foot in each country,
my legs lay witness to the vast unknown of the sea
I visit one, and live in another-
yet I never feel like I truly belong.
In my birthplace, I am asked:
Where are you from?
And yet, I was born not 20 miles from where we stood.
in the land of my ancestors,
there too I am asked of my origin
So, I am left wit...
Friday 13th September 2019 9:05 pm
The passing of time marks a path to martyrdom
I have been a martyr since seven am.
Five hundred steps trod by a medium-sized foot from Hell to Home
One hard labor-filled day's worth of patience to determine who I am.
She said "They will come in the afternoon".
Not precise enough to keep my hand and mind steady.
I push the minutes as the hours dawdle; He whispers: "Soon..."...
Friday 13th September 2019 5:36 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:I Refuse | Wedding Wish |
Stand at a high place and look.
Hair-rush winds lung freshen.
Wind, neither warm nor cold, they’d call a gale.
No bother weather that’d put the good folk off.
Stand in a jumper when they’d insist on a coat.
Wind: releasing tension’s grip;
ferreting out knickety burr-wrinkles;
soothing skackety skick-crinkles.
Breathe Height; ride groundswell.
See aeons str...
Friday 13th September 2019 4:55 pm
The garish lights,
A milleu of intellects.
such well chosen melancholy music.
The costliest bouquets.
What more do you need
in your funeral?
Friday 13th September 2019 4:30 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Indelible | Some Scars,Some Joys | Seeking Help |
My darkness reaches new heights,
I let my demons loose and they begin to take flight.
Ascending, as the volume of my innocence tries to resist and put up a fight.
Though it’s too late...My sins envelop me and I lose the part of myself which was once light.
Friday 13th September 2019 3:18 pm
I dream to be flying free
Over distant lands and sea
Roaming around in unknown streets
Exploring countries and wild trees
The forest dense and constructed sites
Discovering people and their unique lifestyle
A sudden urge to break the boundaries
And visiting places that my heart desires to see
World is beautiful with its beauty strewn around
Picking up pieces and making m...
Friday 13th September 2019 3:11 pm
Also by Do.RoThY:Happy birthday dear You!!! | Happy birthday!! | Exam fever!! | Frozen!! | Flight of fantasy!! | Castle of love!! | Memories for rest of my life!!! | Midnight!! | Crippled!! | Journey!! |
It’s much too early
For mundane things
Dream of night
Each morning brings
Too many thoughts
This thinking stings
Hot, sweet, full
Brew a new....
Of old and borrowed
Friday 13th September 2019 12:22 pm
The pain that is inflicted upon us
Leaves our mind full of ruckus
The fight between wrongs and rights
Can keep us dwelling and awake all night
Walls they cave in on top
We ask our minds to stop
Tossing and turning frantically
Visions of pain played out dramatically
Worries and fear
Because we lend a listening ear
To those who ...
Friday 13th September 2019 11:25 am
Also by Lysa d:No time to pause | Mind over matter | Time is precious |
Sometimes you can surprise yourself at what you can acheive when you ignore your so called limitations...
Is way too heavy
It's wing span
Far too small
This little fella
But he doesn't
He keeps flying...
Friday 13th September 2019 11:08 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Friday 13th | Bridge Of Forgiveness | Older | Selfie Obsessed | The Magician | Climate Change | Her Dog's Voice | Mixed Messages | Bad Brexit Romance | Poetic Pianist | Woven song titles | Never serious, Never settled | Warrior of Spirit |
Fly, fly Little Bird
Your time has come
Go up and beyond the horizon
Your tears are done
Your pain is gone now
You’re free and ready to fly
Spread your wings Little Bird
Don’t fear fly to our Lord
He awaits you with open arms
Angels will welcome you
Mother Mary embrace you
Your new life has just begun
We’ll miss you Little Bird
Friday 13th September 2019 8:36 am
Also by Julia:Invitation |
Tucked in the shadows of some apartment complex on Baymeadows that consumes itself with tonight in order to forget about their tomorrow’s. I of course are one of these blokes, that tends at the shit hole bar that serves all of these folks. Happy or content, I’m not sure I know I know the difference. See I was talking to Jeff at the bar who made me think about what I’m missing. Surely I was made fo...
Friday 13th September 2019 6:27 am
Have you ever seen an advert to bring you up short:
An invitation in plain English: " Old poets sought"?
If you have, I'll say bravo (and not be satirical)
To salute what is surely a literary miracle.
For no matter where you might be found
Scribbling at sea or with feet on the ground
Whether you be close by or maybe far-flung,
Poetry offers preference to those who are young....
Friday 13th September 2019 12:42 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:PASSING THROUGH | AUGEAN STABLES | WEEPERS |
However they may
Listen to the
Which blow inside the tower
Listen to the rain
And the trees
And if you can’t
For a moment
The sea is the sea
The sky is the sky
You can float
Thursday 12th September 2019 11:32 pm
what she has stolen from me
my hands tremble as i try and swallow and consume all the thoughts running through my mind
what she didnt realise is that she drained me,
drained me of my peace, my soul.
he once sat in front of me, on his knees while tears ran down my face.
" ill never hurt you, your pain is over"
fast foward a year or so and its all faded away
as he walked in th...
Thursday 12th September 2019 9:19 pm
She drifted in and out of view
passing from gossamer to stone,
floating and then, sinking down low,
singing the words you wrote for her,
the sound now a sick cacophony
mocking your emotions,
stabbing at your heart.
Holding the now faded rose
that you had pinned in her hair,
but truly, a thorn in her side
had been your gift to her,
the beautiful bloom
Thursday 12th September 2019 4:08 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:Turning my back | Confess |
WON"T LOOK BACK
turn towards the door
don't have words anymore
didn't ask anyway
couldn't keep up with this charade
best plans laid
what can i say
watched our dreams fade away
was only us
in the dust
nothing to cloud
our vision now
except for the tears
seeing it disappear
was my biggest fear
had to face the truth
long ago we were through
Thursday 12th September 2019 1:51 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:STICKS & STONES | SCULPTOR | SHOE FITS | GO FISH | SNAKE'S EGG |
The daily landscape changes
With scholastic intent,
As myriad masses make their way
Through streets aroused from summers break.
Now wide awake, and drenched in dew,
Autumn term begins.
Mornings populated by procession
Of those now proudly in possession
Of shiny new uniforms.
Worn by children, some of whom,
Summer somehow forgot to nurture,
Seeming too small...
Thursday 12th September 2019 11:39 am
Also by trevor homer:THE NEW RELIGION 1969 | I LOOKED FOR YOU | DEAR IMOGEN | OUT HERE ON THE COAST [revised and re-posted] |
Her skin is pale in the early evening
hanging upside down
from the foot of an unmade bed
watching the world beyond the window
where Autumn rain falls upward
and lights divide
No appetite in this dark room
no appetite for days
friends all kept at bay
no rubber masks, just patches of ice
no fireworks, only fallen leaves collecting
passing headlights flood the room
Thursday 12th September 2019 11:01 am
Also by Tom:My Prescription | Shedding Skin |
Where’s me head? [Where is my head?]
Where’s me head? … It’s in the sand
Its life has gotten out of hand
Things very rarely go as planned
If I do or I don’t, I end up damned
Where’s me head? … It’s way out west
It’s tired of people who know best
It needs a break, it needs a rest
It needs to get shit off its chest
Where’s me head? … It’s lost the plot
Thursday 12th September 2019 3:04 am
Also by John McDonough:Noongar Rage - sometimes sorry is not enough |
My little spot to hide away from it all.
My Lennon and T.Rex posters on the wall.
With sloping attic roof, not much space!
But I still love my little secluded place.
I see the Sun peer through the skylight.
Framed are the stars, in the attic night.
My television set needs just a small screen.
It's all peace and quiet up here, so serene!
Up the ladder I go, on the steps so steep.
To chill ...
Wednesday 11th September 2019 5:08 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:The Death of Meredith Hunter |
Wing was the queen,
of her own world,
chirpingly happy with itself.
Fin too was a queen,
of her own world,
uniquely calm in itself.
Amazing they were unless,
they tried to be queen,
in other's world,
and lost themselves,
the wing and the fin.
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems
Wednesday 11th September 2019 2:32 pm
Also by Ankita Srivastava:Classic and commercialization | Sand | Dreams and desires | Hope and sunshine | Equality and empowerment | Partition: Nightmarish verity |
There’s a pome in that blog post,
Chère maman, chère maman,
There’s a pome in that blog post,
Chère maman, there’s a pome!
Well, so what, cher Henri,
Cher Henri, cher Henri,
Well, so what cher Henri,
Well so bloody what?
I don’t bloody well like it,
Chère maman, chère maman,
I don’t bloody like it,
Not one little bit!
Well, say so, Cher Henri,
Wednesday 11th September 2019 1:24 pm
Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:In Memoriam de Jo Cox MP | Bon Appétit Monsieur Le Tory! |
Is this the place for the poetry night?
Is it you that’s in charge?
Can you put me down for a spot on the open mic?
It’s Publius, but I use the stage name Virgil.
Can you put me on early?
I’m a little bit nervous.
I haven’t read for two thousand years.
Three minutes, is that all?
I was hoping to do a longer one.
It’s called The Aeneid.
I’ll just do book two.
There’s a good bit ...
Wednesday 11th September 2019 1:03 pm
On ordinary A4
a notification in the newsagent's window
BUDDING POETS WANTED
followed by lower case lettered brief contact info-
Poetry club meetings
( behind Tescos )
The colourless flyer almost hidden,
by others more eye-catching
but just about manages to catch mine
on this dark cloudy day to work.
Why does this simple ad...
Wednesday 11th September 2019 12:57 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:Match night ( back then ) | The Self only family | Not in my extinction rebellious name! | Warring with bereavement ( fictional ) | Exiting prospect of singularity | Oh thank you! thank you! my newspaper enclosed gizmo selling mag! |
Look No Further
I need a friend to be with me
Whenever I am low
'Look no further' said the Lord
'Now on your way child go.
I need someone to help me
Whenever I go wrong,
'Look no further' said the Lord
'Now go child run along.'
I need someone to be there
To help me every day,
'Look no further' said the Lord
'Now go child on your way'
I need someone to be with me
To make sur...
Tuesday 10th September 2019 1:07 pm
A ripple of air gently cut by his slow moving hand,
The pin sharp slicing of the hubbub by the ringing of a chime,
The cut of a suit made specifically for the man,
As sharp eyes take note of the second hand slicing time,
All angular, all blades when there are no blades present,
Yet the deep cuts exacted by the keen edge of an incisive mind,
Leave others slashed hard in a way they...
Tuesday 10th September 2019 12:21 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Lead Me Not | I Bought A Kayak | A Stone For The Miller (Collaboration Feat Mae Foreman) | The Key Fumbled |
Don’t pick up hitch-hikers
Whether at high noon
Or covered in red petals and blood
Dreaming of American skies
Trusted positions to make you relax
Be careful not to mention the Karma Sutra
Or a mobile phone will ring
Or a bluebird sing
Basildon bonds & lined paper
Snowflakes fall between the lines, melting
Oh Walter, dear husband of mine
Tuesday 10th September 2019 11:08 am
Into the deep twilight
Frayed edges of flames
Take peace from fright
Until Moon’s shadow returns
Silver ferns and black bracken
A canopy for creatures
That will run with me
In gothic garb we parade
Until the day alarms
Tuesday 10th September 2019 10:00 am
Which style of clothes we choose to wear
Are those designer labels on show there?
Or supermarket jeans with matching top
Did that bag come from an online shop?
Got to dress-up that look, make it “you”
Designer a must, branded training shoe
Myriad of gadgets await our pleasure
How exactly to enjoy our leisure?
Binned phone, new model pride of place
How is it better, ...
Tuesday 10th September 2019 6:49 am
Also by Dean Fraser - The Quantum Poet:Art Of Being | Island of My Mind |
I searched the aisles at Asda for Persil Bio which is supposed to be good for removing stains.
I was sceptical but thought I'd give it a try.
It didn't work, as I feared.
Walton on Thames, on the other hand, had completely disappeared.
Monday 9th September 2019 10:59 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:ALPHA MALE | Kemo Sabe | ...contains scenes of a sexual nature. | Girls Night Out |
Apologies to Alf
Half a brain, half a brain,
Half a brain forward,
All in the vale of Despair
Groped the six hundred.
“Somewhere the Fright Brigade!
Run for the hills!” he said.
Into the vale of Despair
Groped the six hundred.
“Fumble, the Fright Brigade!”
Was there a plan arrayed?
Not that the Members knew
Someone had blundered.
Theirs not ...
Monday 9th September 2019 10:26 pm
I have said many times
My way out has been determined
Though they still doubt it to be true
I have the keys to all those locked boxes
I know how and where to place a needle
My advice would only be to the oncoming crew
Make sure you do a good truck check.
Monday 9th September 2019 1:10 pm
Also by Emma Cordova:Stickers | Confessions | Richard and Dolly | These Hands - Part III | Still counting | Que Sera Sera | Fixed Me |
dimly lit before dusk, i sharpen my wit on my entropy bestowed husk
my volcano glass heart pumps through my black ice veins
headless horseman with, lumps of coal ahead, hanging off of his reins
so many gifts, treats tilting out, self slain while ego remains
the moons silhouette looms in the daylight as the sun rays;pulling me deep into my worst of days.
frozen comets and craters, ...
Monday 9th September 2019 4:02 am
Also by Shawn Garcia:prismatic beings |
Spose all those
sci-fi movies were trying to tell us something unmentionable in mixed company
Sometimes I feel connected
But I don’t feel the universe
Loud enough in your porn
Do you think those people
All tiny dogs flags
Big hearts and meth
Praying for the hand
Of god to slap them
Hard across the face
Monday 9th September 2019 3:14 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Primitive | The Question Always Is | For everyone’s benefit | Tips | All in all | Flipping Switches |
At eight in the morning, after coffee
we must leave the House of Friendship
to pass the freezing day the best we can.
The Mistral is relentless so wine is bought
from a supermarket. All of us adrift
in the pointless boat of this town's winter.
Watching the more fortunate as they pass,
we wrap up well and comment on life;
Monday 9th September 2019 12:50 am
She went away in winter when the leaves are hung with snow,
I searched for her and searched for her as I could not let go,
And finally when I found her after fifteen years of fret,
She looked me in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry, have we met?"
Sunday 8th September 2019 8:53 pm
Also by branwell kent:A Cautionary Tale | Hedgehogs On A Plane | Chacun A Son Gout | Ambition |
When summer turned to autumn
It took me by surprise.
It made me feel so sad.
It made me feel so wise,
To smell the fallen leaves
On the misty morning air,
To think of coming winter
And not to really care.
There's a beauty and a sweetness
In the dying of the year.
There's a mellowing completeness
As the long days disappear.
There's a turning, tur...
Sunday 8th September 2019 4:42 pm
Also by afishamongmany:A Conversation | Squat Frogs |
I wish I could scribble all my feelings
Write each word that flows within
Without fear of disclosing my desires
That burns within the depths of my soul
I wish I could share my thoughts so true
With someone who would care to listen
To all my fancies blocked within
Patiently bearing all my tears and laughter
I wish I could speak myself to someone dear
Who would n...
Sunday 8th September 2019 3:59 pm
Time doesn’t exist
outside the mind
past and future loop
to form a circle
you can see marsh
in hearts too dark
to dance entranced
stars leave light marks
upon the air
8 travels there
where the sun burnt black
cuts shards across the grass
there be a pyre
light me a match
a firefly a firefly
a jar to catch
watch time pass
a movie reel revealed
Sunday 8th September 2019 1:25 pm
A movement amidst the ripple,
reflective of the paradigm.
Such an intrinsic
placement of motion.
of our heavenly body,
suspended in the calamity
of catch and release.
To the eyes of the Master;
to the heart of the apprentice.
embraced by compassionate word.
A step after the preceding,
a glance through the...
Saturday 7th September 2019 4:07 pm
Also by Chaz Allen:Celestial |
And if i said
that the breeze
lilting and chill
brought more evening peace
even than the quiet pools
of your orange-rimmed irised eyes
that the wasp buzz
near silver rim cider
hummed cool fermentation
of celebration more joyous
even than shower songs
wet and resonant
on love struck Sunday
that legatto triads
at melancholy d...
Saturday 7th September 2019 6:32 am
Also by Adam Rabinowitz:The Swallows |
Trapped in an industrial freezer
the shelves announce no room for me here.
As the walls start to cave in,
the fear and numbness begin.
Crys only heard among these four walls
searching for escape before the night falls.
Piles of ice scrape to the floor
no longer the nails that have been there before
banged and bruised, knees ever so sore.
Soles that I walk, no longer bar...
Saturday 7th September 2019 6:04 am
Also by Maya Zeedee:A Sense of Security | Angel |
You were chasing dreams that were beyond your reach so you laid in unmade beds with bed whose touches you could not feel, which made you lie till the lies became your truths and the truths became your stories. You wear the scars and carried the weapons to tend to the heart that is no longer yours. And cried the tears of someone you longer knew to fix what is left but what is left is nothing but ...
Saturday 7th September 2019 2:08 am
They loved to do the Palais glide
now it seems they've let things slide,
both recline with swollen ankles,
the slightest conversation wrankles.
Medals line their mantelpiece
a programme cover displaying Grease,
there's still a space where costumes hang
they wore to sing doo lang a lang.
Their style and flair caused much kerfuffle,
now they can barely do the shu...
Friday 6th September 2019 10:20 pm
Also by ray pool:HOW THE OTHER HALF LIVE | THE CURSE OF A NON DRINKER |
Your whisper that tickles my ears
Your warm breath,it makes my body alive and my blood rushing.
Those almond eyes that looks at me so tender.
Your lips on mine that throbes my heart
Those tender kisses that melts every part of me.
The feeling of your body next to mine,
Your soft warm skin,
Those broad shoulders ready to be leaned on
Your embrace that had kept me safe
Friday 6th September 2019 8:23 pm
Friday 6th September 2019 6:51 pm
Also by elPintor:elucidate |
Friday 6th September 2019 5:24 pm
I have loved you for years
but our love has been a rollercoaster ride
a battlefield of our souls fighting
our hearts breaking over and over
We both prefer our solace
it hurts less
than for us to be together and
fighting over a love that will remain
... a battlefield
Friday 6th September 2019 1:32 pm
Also by Allyzone Spoken Word:Infinite beauty |
My mind feels like someone is taking their hand out of a glove.
Spider enities tell venomous stories before disappearing.
I have created a penitentiary for penitence that mocks itself.
The universe is a vast copulation.
Adults are lost children denied temselves by denial.
We partake in the destruction of beauty's peak because it is so very beautiful.
I realised the danger of writ...
Friday 6th September 2019 1:15 pm
You'll miss me
if you leave...
Friday 6th September 2019 5:14 am
Have you ever been in a race and thought, I am almost at the finish line? Telling yourself I got this. Strategizing on how to take this one home, so close to victory you can almost taste it. Dead set on winning that there isn’t a thought that you could lose. Then you look over and realize the whole time you spent preparing for this race, you never imagined the competition wanting it as bad as you...
Friday 6th September 2019 12:42 am
Eyes gone dull, receding into comatose
Fingers full of dirt and hope, spinning sunflower
Power and lack thereof, the perception of those above looking down at the masses
These clashes seem to me, a supply chain theory, I want what you got, bombs pour out
Military industrial ore, we pour out the lifeblood of our children for soil
Foil snake, famished toil, napalm boils your tea
Three, one two...
Thursday 5th September 2019 9:52 pm
Also by Patrick Kennon:Spoken | TinSqr | Waterboard |
It is a gift you have.
you envelop me in your arms
and I feel emotion flood through my body.
Sadness bubbles to the surface and is gone.
Its strangling grip loosens,
It has no hold over me when you are near.
Instead, you fill me with light and hope
and my heart sings a melody of love and trust.
The weight of life becomes a blessing to treas...
Thursday 5th September 2019 9:11 pm
It was 1990 when we met,
before we were who we were.
The nineties were running through sprinklers
playing whiffle ball in the yard,
make-believe games, stick horses,
and dances to Green Day.
The 2000s were much the same,
with crushes, dear diaries,
womanhood, and makeup
sprinkled about like the dandelion seeds
we used to blow into...
Thursday 5th September 2019 8:23 pm
Watch the water slowly flowing down,
Whilst it makes a soft and gentle sound.
This pleasant scene seems to speak to us,
To say, 'be calm and do not rush'.
One really must appreciate such beauty,
And may even say that it is our duty,
To witness such relaxing peace.
A feeling I wish would never cease.
Thursday 5th September 2019 5:58 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Romance and Me | Life for Everyone | Shakespeare |
She said, “Jesus wept”
Was her favourite Bible verse,
Because it showed Jesus
Was human and shared
Our human feelings.
I suspected it was her
Favourite because it was
The easiest to remember,
But I guess it isn’t so bad.
It’s better than the ones
That command genocide,
Stoning children, or taking
Virgin girls as spoils of war.
But it isn’t as good as the ones
That say to turn a...
Thursday 5th September 2019 9:14 am
i don’t know who numbed love for me first
was it when you took it from me and gave it to someone else?
was it when my someone else was just in need of a warm body?
maybe it was when i saw that all you’d feel for me you’d already felt
was it when i realized bed sheets and everything in between
were most always misused, and all vanity?
was it when i realized when i love ...
Thursday 5th September 2019 12:09 am
A city of wild hopes and dishevelled dreams,
Reclines by the riverside
Waiting for the tide of its times.
A seabound, wavecrowned, tidebound city,
City of white spray and foam,
Crested by gulls, and smiles, and screams,
City on its long way home.
A restless, relentless, unrelenting city,
Troubled by the sou...
Wednesday 4th September 2019 7:41 pm
Hide and Seek
Put fear on the list of things you should lose
With odd socks and gloves and your second best shoes.
Let regret go with burdensome guilt,
Give them away with your second hand quilt.
Composure and peace can often seem hid,
Like the start of the sellotape orTupperware lid.
The loss of the key to your bike lock or shed,
Is nothing to losing control of your head....
Wednesday 4th September 2019 5:53 pm
It’s nearly time for your medication.
I’m drinking my seventh cup of tea
and thinking how much better you’ve been
since the start of the new regime.
That sounds like you’re sick,
or a political beast, not merely slow
and easily distracted; the worst
combination of tortoise and hare.
If the heavens were fair
your sister wouldn’t grasp
the lion’s share of love and loom...
Wednesday 4th September 2019 1:09 pm
Also by penguin:I Live Over There |
He was electric, vibrant,
always painting his dreams on the clouds,
then tearing them down with the rain.
She was centered, living in the core of the ground,
Keeping the whole world together,
Staring up at the sky wishing she could fly up some day.
They were always looking for each other,
attracted like magnets, bound to collide,
The whole world expectantly waiti...
Wednesday 4th September 2019 9:05 am
Also by Adriana de los Angeles Diaz Rizo:Expectations | Sanctuary | Ours |
Whom I search hitherto all around
Is not hiding some where in ground
When ever got it -was just the ground
I tried to get upside down -found
Nothing which is bound
I searched for it in adhan sound
But theres just echoes all way around
Leading me nowhere just- turning round
Now all I am left all alone with hounds.
Wednesday 4th September 2019 6:19 am
Hello, little time man,heres my demand.Tick-tock,Tick-tock please stop the clock.where is the short hand,the long hand knocks.There is seconds aiming for the spot. Hey little time man where's the short hand. ...
Wednesday 4th September 2019 1:25 am
Also by Blackrose:Broken |
Sometimes black and white become one.
Gods omnipresecence is seen, white dancing across black.
Morning comes from night.
Day breaks and lights the dark.
Half the world is light, while the other half is dark.
In the dance of shadows, white light reflects colors on dark night.
Prisms take white light and reflect colors on black night.
White light, dark night.
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 4:10 pm
When you walked out of my life
nothing really felt the same
I walked around the streets in the darkness
looking for someone to blame
The windows of my eyes blacked out
The doors of my mind shut
I decided who was worth saving during the cut
I saw the end coming
Feeling lonely, but not alone
Hearing you speak your Irish goodbye on the telephone
The mermaids siren song you sung
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 3:54 pm
You are generation Altlas
balancing the earth,
shouldering one massive burden
so trustful in its worth.
The summer's end it's coming soon now
and school 's gonna start again.
Fridays you'll be out on the street then,
protesting for this mess to end.
You see there's little chance for you,
so you take it into your own hands.
So good and righteous all your reas...
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 2:55 pm
Also by Amaryllus:The bond | A better taste | King of No-Man's-Land |
Under pale moon I long for you, I would run, skip and leap, fast as the beat to the rhythm of my heart, if it would lead me to where I must be, through darkness abyss, with hunger for your kiss, where I’d tread, trespassing barb wire fence, reckless and free, like flickering fire, I’d take every chance for you, my one true desire.
Tuesday 3rd September 2019 8:21 am
I stood and stared-
a long time seeking a
that returned my greeting.
The World stared back
then went its way,
perhaps to lunch, perhaps
My friend the Mirror-
a listener of sorts,
in silence watched
and kept its thoughts.
I turned to challange the
darkness of those thoughts
that hid the reflection
of the life I...
Monday 2nd September 2019 11:12 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:We've each got different partners now... |
I’ve got just 10 copies left now of pre publication copies of ‘Recovery Songs’ left. The book is not officially published until the 17th October.
If you’d like to buy a copy, they cost £11.49 (including first class postage) and you can get it here.
Here are some information about the book and some reviews:
Monday 2nd September 2019 10:54 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Jesus Drives a Hyundai |
Disappointments after disappointments
Hurt after hurt, so much pain in my heart
Now i have come to believe the sad reality
You will never return to me ever again
Reasons could be any or many to name
But my heart is dead facing the blows of disappointments
Nothing grows on a barren land
A dead heart is like an unfertile land
You sow hope only to r...
Monday 2nd September 2019 6:32 pm
A THOUSAND DAYS
It feels like a thousand days have passed
on each of which I’ve looked back and fondly asked
the question that is left of me and ties my tongue
and other limbs so long indentured now to
a devil’s throng of just my kind, each bound unto
the dark one as the price (and what an awful price)
for some brief relief, peace in my head for a day that offered
Monday 2nd September 2019 6:20 pm