Oh Lord, my God, I fell asleep,
No longer in a state of grace,
No longer a beautiful woman,
No longer a poet, beloved by the Emperor,
I am a harlot, like Mary Magdalene,
A sister of the Christ - dazzled by the myrrh,
By an acre of sorcery,
Destroyed by a terrible moon
By the time of the month; by everything being too late, or too soon.
By the phases of the moon.
Give me you...
Friday 31st January 2020 11:52 pm
Also by John E Marks:Written near water | THE TIME TORN MAN | Digital love: Digital grief | As the light declines | the speech of angels | Reading the signs | Ecrasez l’infâme | The rhythm of a dream | UNVEILING THE HEART | Regret | Sylvia's Father says | Torn | Irish Times | Tender is the Night | Commitment | An august poem | Place of Recovery | Dead end street | OH, WHISTLE, AND I'LL COME TO YOU, MY LAD | The apothecary's nightmare | So you think you can tell heaven from hell? | Only love can break your heart | KURDISH POEM: 1492 | A satire of sorts | ABOVE: THE VAULTED SKY | Out on the currant bun - in an elephant's trunk. | ANGELUS BELL | PROPERTY IS THEFT | Insomnia | Aberfan: in remembrance | stormy weather | Buddhas of Bamiyan, Resurrected as Holograms | Chiaroscuro | A drinking man | Running for my life |
The darkness finally comes
after a long battle
Two ships sail pass
this ocean blue
Sailing past each other
into the sunset
Keeping my eyes on the blue
it's all I can see
There are no ships for me
Friday 31st January 2020 9:03 pm
Also by kimberly:You Never Cease To Captivate Me | The Basis of My Character(s) | All I Need | Secrets | 1-2-3 | This Too Shall Pass | In a Sea of Lonely Nights | Poetry Readings | Romance is Dead | Clouds Dancing in the Sky | Shelter from the Storm | Exposed | Seize the Moment | Great Expectations | War Stories | Get Lost in the Pouring Rain | Think of Me |
In fifteen eighty eight the Spanish navy came to fight,
to claim the crown King Philip thought was his god-given right.
Now millions of us fly to Spanish islands in the sun.
The wars are long forgotten, the Armada is long gone.
So sing for Europe, sing for peace, and sing to make amends.
Let’s raise a glass of sangria to all our Spanish friends.
The French are nearer ne...
Friday 31st January 2020 8:17 pm
The train station and airport in Wuhan,China have been shut down,
Wuhan has been the epi centre of the outbreak I sadly frown.
Corona virus a public health issue of global concern,
Visitors to China put into quarantine on their return.
Manchester is twinned with Wuhan take heed,
Nearly 5000 students from China the universities feed.
Millions of Chinese travel for the lunar ...
Friday 31st January 2020 6:23 pm
Also by hugh:Boris' mounting debts | A turning point | Stop before your Op ! | The grief of a newly married husband | Give your health a boost in twenty twenty |
What it is that makes me love you,
in this inexplicable connection,
that while you sleep I would abduct your heart?
What it is that makes me love you?
Without offering anything, only these nights of memories,
you to enter into my body silently,
reincarnated in the monologue of my dreams
I would die for a kiss from you, if necessary...
a kiss on the tenuous thread of dawn,
Friday 31st January 2020 5:55 pm
and dark clouds invade
raindrops fall at the
rain soaked feet..
The umbrella of friendship
tattered with holes
refuse to protect me today..
Thoughts run back
to another dark night,
where it rained as fiercely as now..
Yes, I was soaked, that day too
not from the umbrella- yet not tattered-
but from trying to protect a friend
from the cascading rain..
Friday 31st January 2020 2:38 pm
We should all feel safe when in the street.
Wherever we may go and whoever we meet.
And if there's one thing that should be clear,
We should not go outside while we live in fear.
Yes, all the people have the right
To live in peace and without a fight.
And it is our right to go out somewhere
To feel secure and free of care.
And I do hope to have an expectation
That people shall have mo...
Friday 31st January 2020 1:51 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Lawyers - Victims or Villains | Differences | Movies | Is there a God? | Masks We Wear | Our Countryside | A New Year |
Read to your children
but do not read to your dog
your children will always remember
your dog will just scratch
and take a nap
dogs are not literary animals
they'd sooner chase cars
or watch the Nature Channel
they do not care for books
even coloring books
they have their eye
on squirrels and birds
and other creatures
Friday 31st January 2020 12:29 pm
Also by d.knape:Goodbye Fly | Wild Oats | Nut & Bolt | Clutter | The Little Lutheran Church | Customer Survey | Sudden Stops | SIMPLICITY | What Makes A Boy | So Brief A Life | The Hearing-Impaired Line | Paperboy Quarterback | ICE | Cold Reality | Washing Away The Blues | The Smell Of Old Books | The Cliffs Of Norfolk | Working Stiff | What's Good About Old Age | Cash & Credit---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Waves of Poems | Plastic Jesus | His Own Little World | ROOTS | Song Of The Wild Geese | Fish & Visitors | RAINBOWS | Margins | Refurbished Poem | Going To Get The Mail |
Subjugation and extinction
a fine aim indeed.
A small price to pay
for a masterplan to take shape
Domination without question
a fine aim
not without its problems.
The amnesia of evil
a small price to pay
for the haunting of the past.
Of course it had to fail
but it was thought necessary at the time
and now the ghosts have risen up
a small ...
Friday 31st January 2020 11:34 am
Also by ray pool:POST GRADUATION |
(Australian Open. Relaxing in airconditioned comfort. Beer in hand)
Sitting watching telly
Tennis on the screen
See a lot of close-up shots
More if there I'd been
Don Matthews January 2020
Friday 31st January 2020 7:42 am
Also by Don Matthews:Privacy Invasion | Maybe I'm Crazy, Maybe I'm Not | How I'm Dealing With Terminal Cancer | LMS Rollercoaster Toenail-Paint Back-to-Work Celebration | Halt | First Feet | Terry | Awakening Hotel | The Much Abused Apostrophe Mark | Do Not Worry. All Is Well | We Seem to Have Lost the Idea of Moderation | Depends on Cost They Say | I'm a Protester Yay! | Re-Reading My Poems | Found In a Poet's Wastebasket | Climate Change, Anxious 10yr-olds and Psychiatrists | Thought I Wouldn't Notice? | Rules | The Bipolar/Creativity Connection | Brexit Re-Mint | Bushfires, Handshakes and Cameras | My Name is Don (A Poet) | South Australian Bushfire Crisis | Boris's Top Adviser Dominic Called Me | Why are Easter Buns in the Shops the Day After Christmas? | Kidney | Striking a Balance With Fireworks |
This life has been painful and filled with sorrow
Spent a lot of nights wishing for no tomorrow
Curating a resume that makes me seem successful
Constantly feeling like I’m not living up to my potential
The pressure I put on myself is unbelievably stressful
Feeling worthless unless I’m chasing a credential
Acting like I’m smart, but I must be faking
Repeating the actions t...
Friday 31st January 2020 3:00 am
Never ending roundabout discussions
Every reunion going nowhere
Endless frustrations with each repeat
Always about you, never about me
You never saw that but agreed when I said
You don’t need to respect my wishes for no contact
Just respect me
I respect me and nowhere together is now somewhere alone
Friday 31st January 2020 1:37 am
When I see the words "Poetry Competition"
I envisage the portals of poetical perdition.
Thursday 30th January 2020 8:34 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:SEMANTICS AND PEDANTICS - AN ONLINE NEWS REPORT | LIFE TODAY | YOU ARE THE MUSIC - revised (currently being recorded) | DAYS OF WHINE AND POSES | TOO MUCH TRAVELLING | MUSIC IS MEDICINE FOR THE MIND |
When you remember a past event
The actual event you do not recall
Your brain is remembering the last time you remembered it
So perhaps it never happened at all
Thursday 30th January 2020 7:49 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:THE EASE OF SLEAZE | TAKE A STAB AT IT | TIME FOR NOTHING | DRESSED TO KILL |
Under Parr’s Wood
A Poem inspired by Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas, as read by Richard Burton, and set on Burton Road in Didsbury…
To begin at the beginning…or the end of the road, which is a kind of a beginning.
It is Spring, and the mosque stands guard, though few burqas promenade its street or frequent its bars. Its spire punctures the sky, echoes of the old Methodist Chapel and...
Thursday 30th January 2020 7:15 pm
Also by mike booth:Grim up North? |
To Sefton Park, I have visited today.
But it was so different in every way!
I bought a coat hanging from a tree.
It didn't fit my friend but it fitted me!
Magically it turned colour once worn.
It was a beautiful coat, cosy and warm.
Trees we then saw in a pair they came.
Record breaking with a strange name.
We had never heard that name before.
Shelter they gave as the rain did pour.
Thursday 30th January 2020 6:25 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Seems Like Yesterday | The Fly | 'Mr July' | Mary |
It's been a hard day
Smiling pretending everything is fine
If I pretend it feels better
If I do it enough it hurts less
I haven't texted you all day
I haven't ran to you
I keep telling myself I don't need you anymore
I keep telling myself I don't love you
But a voice in my head keeps saying, " Be patient, be kind, show yourself self-love."
Then I look at my arm the word ...
Thursday 30th January 2020 5:14 pm
Also by Jacqueline L Elias:Letting Go | Warrior of God | I Love Me | Urge | I Forgot |
Ignore my halty words,
My pain tinged sorrow.
My words are too lucid...
too funny ....
Then you are ignoring
Your very own-
And a part of yours may be.
So, I have to agree its no poem at all,
Thursday 30th January 2020 5:11 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:Promise |
If I could paint the picture of love
It would have the generous eyes like yours
The truthful lips with your pinkish texture
And the image submerged in your fragrance
If I could sing a song of love
The lyrics would quote your lovely name
And the words would spell the memories you left
Each sentence would have your rhythmic heart beat
If I could take a stroll in the...
Thursday 30th January 2020 4:40 pm
I’m grateful for the time I got,
Lord knows I never thought I’d amount to a lot,
But I’m happy, with what I’ve achieved given that I never even thought I’d get a shot,
And all those misspent days of youth,
Where I burnt the candle at both ends and in the middle,
Mean that it’s no riddle why I am the way am, that’s just the truth,
And if I needed proof I’d see my Doctor,
Or ask anyone that ...
Thursday 30th January 2020 3:35 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:Years, Miles And Sunlit Smiles | Show Me Your Brave Face | The Temple Ruins | River's Edge | Spoken Fears & Token Tears | 2 to 1 | Triggered | True Names | Yesterdays Tomorrows | Four Rings |
A recent visit to majestic Saint Petersburg was the catalyst for this rumination.
Arc of Silence
Please hold my hand
Until you're completely sure
That you understand; I am
Not as I was (quoting Hitchen
As his death drew near).
Please hear my pleas, comprehension
Being the triumph of years
Expended or forlorn. Draw
Down the blinds that obscure
Thursday 30th January 2020 2:41 pm
Also by Chris Hubbard:Outside Painters | Nirvana |
Text post, and 'at work' :(
I'm on the airwaves @8.20pm Friday during the Harry Whittaker show - reading Mudland - although I did record the audio in a very creepy voice, I'm very sorry about that. wish me luck!
Thursday 30th January 2020 12:09 pm
Today is not over yet,
Which means yesterday may have been the hardest day of your life,
As if you were driving down a never-ending dead end, stuck in reverse;
But you are still here.
You can’t recall the time your mother held you out of the bedroom window,
The blaze within threatening to scorch you, your cradle and home,
The scent of smoke on your baby clothes has long sinc...
Thursday 30th January 2020 9:19 am
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:Into the Blue |
BORN,AN UNIDENTIFIED ONE
WILL DIE ,AS UNKNOWN MAN.
MOTHER IS WITH NO MORE
TO LAMENT OR MOURN .
FATHER IS QUITE AFAR
TO BE AN APPRICIATE FAN.
BROTHER WILL NOT BOTHER
EVEN WILL NOT THINK TO BARTER
SISTER WILL NOT FEEL SORRY
AND SHE WILL NOT BE IN WORRY.
SON WILL NOT SHUN
AS HIS LIFE BECAME A FUN,
DAUGHTER WILL NOT FEEL DEPARTURE
AS SHE HAD DEPART...
Thursday 30th January 2020 8:30 am
Children sent into the unknown . Miles from where they were born . Miles away from home . Movement of Children in care . Cruelty at the Core . Sent away from their Birthplace . To destinations unknown . To be shunned treated with contempt . Used Abused and in the unknown . No one to love them . No one to care and Share . Without the love all children need to make them feel secure . To have a stabl...
Thursday 30th January 2020 6:13 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:A Monopoly Of Victims | Is It Too Late | Condemned | Living in Cloud Cuckoo Land | Overgate Hospice |
The mint is rousing incandescent ire
to prompt a famous writer’s Twitter shout,
with grammar nazis fuelling the fire,
because an Oxford comma’s been left out.
They’ve struck a coin to honour Brexit day
and that’s what all the brouhaha’s about;
‘cause many of these angry people say
the Oxford comma shouldn’t be left out.
There’s just as many say there is no need,...
Thursday 30th January 2020 12:03 am
Also by Trevor Alexander:January | Accusation |
Silence eats at my soul
Others share truths I can not reveal
blind to how the information makes me feel
Trapped in the truth
no way out
Held captive by the lies
I can not look the offender
in the eyes
And say "I know"
Wednesday 29th January 2020 11:02 pm
When I go for a walk, I don't just walk. I watch. I watch the clouds drift by effortlessly across the sky. I see people, animals, birds in the trees. Standing, walking, watching, just like me.
When I go for a walk, I don't just walk, I listen. I listen to the sound of the cars speeding by me. The planes flying high above me, the noise of the children playing joyfully. Moving freely, just like m...
Wednesday 29th January 2020 9:04 pm
Elizabeth Woodville is my first nursing placement,
a spot where a man might be put and forgotten.
Sister Wesson’s routine with every new student
is to introduce the bed corners and curtains
then leave them to chat with some random person.
And so I’m conversing with one Howard Sargent;
he’s sharing a fag with a fellow patient,
who’s called Doctor Death - we’re already acqu...
Wednesday 29th January 2020 4:11 pm
Life is not all tea and roses.
Sometimes, it's slops and skunk cabbage.'
And Mum would add a line,
'Deal with it.'
Wednesday 29th January 2020 3:34 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:May Morning | Winter Trees | Man in a Crowd | My Dad Said 2 | The Waiting Room | Thoughts in Daylight |
something like an eye charmed them
down from the sky
twenty-four Canada geese jostling
petrified gods and unicorns
around a garden pond
the boldest took the plunge
and all hell broke loose
fortyeight wings fought for space
resembling a spitting cooking pot
our birds boiled alive for goose stew
the bad artist originally concieved,
his faery-tale landscape growing with each step...
Wednesday 29th January 2020 10:49 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:(untitled) | Untitled | Ross's Poem | Rigour | This Poem | Hearts And Minds | You Are Here |
‘Tenez bon. Nous arrivons,’
the liberators told the restless Resistance
in messages dropped from the sky.
Von Choltitz held firm, defying
Hitler’s demand to fire the city.
‘Come quickly,’ he urged the Allies.
Laval and Petain fled as Paris rose;
hundreds died before the ceasefire.
Sixty years on, our Friday Eurostar
from Waterloo packed with rugby fans....
Wednesday 29th January 2020 10:00 am
Also by Greg Freeman:Expats | January Swear Box | The black beach | PANTO! |
They tell me, “time heals all wounds”
But I’m not sure that’s quite true
When the 5’11” wound that needs healing
Is the absence of you
Tuesday 28th January 2020 6:46 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:3 Lines | The Weakness | A Little Distance (will do us some good) | Message In A Broken Bottle | Torture |
We crossed the Chantry Bridge
As the Calder boiled beneath
And a drifting, chilling mist
Hung heavy on the heath
We came from far and wide
Marching all together
To gather at Belle Vue
Despite the dank, inclement weather
There were grandfathers and fathers
There were mothers, daughters, sons
Hand in hand in heavy coats
As the frost caressed ...
Tuesday 28th January 2020 4:43 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:NEW POETRY OPEN MIC NIGHT IN WAKEFIELD | Jingle Jangle | In Other News | resolution |
I really wish I went to college
I can’t believe I trusted that bitch
But was it love or just a lack of knowledge
Shit hurt my heart seeing my big brother
Cuff a bitch that had mileage
He went to jail, she told him I tried to fuck ha
Ian even have no money
So ion even know why the butch was lying
Niggas buy anything a bitch tell em when they in jail
But damn big Jevo Ian even have ...
Tuesday 28th January 2020 3:37 pm
We’ve been here before;
suck it up,
be the man.
You’ll get more
as you grow.
with frames of pain
loaded in hard times.
You ain’t the only
nor it is the last,
but do you learn?
Yell, scream, cry…
whatever the fuck you do
don’t lose focus.
You aren’t ignored young blood
they’ve gat pressing shit to handle,
Tuesday 28th January 2020 7:49 am
Don't look back
don't ever do that
the past lives there
with its wild despair,
its puddles of pity
all dark and gritty.
There's joy there too,
and patches of blue.
The mean ol' reds,
where you lost your head.
A kaleidescope of feeling
to keep you reeling.
Be where you stand,
see what's at hand:
marvels to see,
new ways to be,
colors so cle...
Tuesday 28th January 2020 5:20 am
Also by trixtex:Sparkle Sun |
Are you there god?
Are you sure?
What gives life
To all the poor?
When your all good.
Why do we have
So much blood?
When your sat in heaven
Why kill our children?
When your so sublime
Why make life like
A poor mans mime?
If you answer prayer.
Why give cancer
Its ghastly lair?
You’ve lost your touch.
Its all too much.
When there’s so much war.
Monday 27th January 2020 11:54 pm
As I sit on the couch thinking of what makes me relevant
I think back and can’t remember what was the last thing I did excellent
I could take a page out of the worlds book and think of the successes of others
Or I can relay my own success until I expose all of their vexes
Mr. Rogers came to my mind with a spurge of loathing but then I remembered how monumental his memory has come to b...
Monday 27th January 2020 11:31 pm
Also by Miguel Soto:A New Day | Stories |
Pretty much the only poem I have that is appropriate for Holocaust Memorial Day.
(Artwork: "Rabbi Loew and the Golem", from "The Prague Golem: Jewish Stories from the Ghetto", ed. Harald Salfellner, Vitalis, 2016. The artist is uncredited)
For centuries I’ve lain here undisturbed,
this synagogue’s hushed attic my bedchamber,
the life-spark in me stilled...
Monday 27th January 2020 10:24 pm
(The counterpart to my previous "We are the Baby Boomers")
We are Millennial Snowflakes
So PC and woke
Always wearing pained expressions
Suffering from acute depression
Being young is oh-so stressful
Life’s beyond a joke
There’s no-one suffers more than me
Why, yesterday most cruelly
I got no signal on 4G
I need a snort of coke.
And we Millennial Snowflak...
Monday 27th January 2020 9:32 pm
Also by John Coopey:WE ARE THE BABY BOOMERS | MILEPOSTS | YER NOTCUTTS SCONE | LOOK WHAT THEY DONE TO MY THONG, MA | I CAN SEE CLEARLY NOW MY SPECS HAVE COME | THE MAN | "YA CHEAP LOUSY FAGGOT" | OH JEREMY |
I didn't ask for this.
I didn't ask to show me a glimpse of happiness.
I didn't ask to show me how love could feel.
But now, 14 days into the new year I got to experience it.
I got to experience the butterflies.
I got to experience a genuine smile.
I got to experience what fate looked like.
What destiny felt like.
I was happy.
I was giddy.
I was hope...
Monday 27th January 2020 1:49 am
Also by SNR ❤:MAMA CALLED ME DESTRUCTIVE |
Sonething I have wanted to write about for some time now. Here is first attempt:
Train, tram, bus, car, walking or whatever,
You will see what this poem is about,
just as clearly as the weather.
Girls on their phones.
Girls who are perhaps so forlorn.
Girls who might be so alone,
Just like dogs without their bones.
Epidemic that has spread nationwide,
Sunday 26th January 2020 10:48 pm
Also by David Addington:British Steel | Ode to the Lem | Here Lies 1985 | Back to the primitive | This is the six O'Clock news |
I found that old crate full of
dried Black Walnuts you left
acrid and hard
little balls of ancient elephant skin
I took one
to drop among the folds
of your coffin
perhaps tuck it under your sleeve
No prying undertaker
or sanctimonoius son
would ever see it
But I couldn't find you there
you seemed long gone from that polished
joke of a room
When the w...
Sunday 26th January 2020 4:38 pm
Also by Charles M Cann:The Matriarchs | Xmas 1992 | Bone |
Syllables paint the walls
a coherent mess
fumbling from corner to corner,
eroding my haven.
Skin scraped by sharp rhetoric’s
that bounce from surfaced stone,
hard and beating.
I want a smothering of hard plaster
to heal the wounds.
Sunday 26th January 2020 1:57 pm
Also by Hannnah:The Light Box | Two Thousand And Eight | Recall |
Learning won't stop
After uni, college or school
You may reach the top
Yet still feel a fool
For each day
Brings new teachers
In many a disguise
In the end
You'll be wise
We're all learning
Just not in a class
We find out
The best things
From our days
As they pass
Sunday 26th January 2020 10:41 am
Also by Ruth O'Reilly:Sussexit | Eggs before hearts | The writing process |
Sunday 26th January 2020 4:22 am
Also by Vautaw:Swim with Me | Lonely Girl | Dear John | TAG | Two Lives | Disappearing Ink | Ghost | A Thousand Years of Peace |
They seek shelter from the rain
In the doorways of the city
Although the lights shine so bright
Believe for them it's far from pretty
Watching the world pass them by
In a kaleidoscope of grey
Feeling like nobody notices them
As we continue with our day
All they ask for is a moment
Someone to stop and talk
Providing them with some comfort
From life's painful, lonely...
Sunday 26th January 2020 1:41 am
this old couch
a rested place
of day dreams :
A sanctum for the spittle of birds
breaking in with the early dawn.
and each window, in the winter
a mouth of frost,
vignettes of cold rolling thru the glass with ease
i can feel my breath on my teeth
heating and cooling these tines
tuning truths on a good day
hoping for just
white lies on all the rest :
mild discomforts, acid...
Saturday 25th January 2020 2:23 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:some of these are lies in the future (01/17/2019) |
No one could come close to you in my eyes it's you
I think about you constantly, with out you life is blue
you tease sometimes you hurt my feelings, I cry
Yet with out you I would curl up and just die
you are my everything, my love, my man yes you
I could walk away from anything except you, my glue
Friday 24th January 2020 11:41 pm
Also by The_Northern_Lass:Grandad | Insomnia. | Crystal | Tree of death | Two Angels | I am still here | She woke up dead | Snow | Floaters in the eye | Boy on a platform 4 | Girl on a platform | Boy on a platform 3 | Boy on a platform 2 | Boy on a platform 1 | Peace | 2012 | (untitled) | Extra Extra | Diet | Diet Prayer | My Friend Phil | Last Night | Wanna be a star | Hate | Lottery | Aunty Fanny’s Funeral | Fashion | Bangladesh | Granny | Poetry | Cold Sore | It’s All Gone | Miss Polly | Shop Sale | Pie From Wigan | Dead Roses | Platform Shoes | Valentine | Mannequin lover | Mam | Taken | Fortune Teller | Gossip | Tinitus | Glass Houses | John No More | DEATH | My Child | Dieters Poem | Dirty Windows | Mother Earth | Marie The Poet | Twin Sisters | War | Menopause | Shingles | Lucky lucky lucky | Not me, dont judge | Obesity the silent cry |