Wildfire
Everyone has their secrets,
some are just better liars –
they never show their weakness.
Inside they burn like wildfire.
Without a conscience you are free
from the torment and the dread.
It is such bullshit and irony
that Hell exists only in your head.
The walls you build imprison
keeping altruism distant,
intentional abscission
from a life worth existenc...
Saturday 29th February 2020 10:33 pm
Also by Wallflower:
Ice Queen |Act Natural
With a flick of the wrist my journey begins,
Tipping and tumbling from palm to finger,
Chittering and chattering along with my fellows.
I am rolled and thrown; I am the decider of fates.
I have slain dragons and heroes,
Bribed thugs and courted barmaids,
Threatened thieves and solved riddles.
Three words can begin a fight.
Roll for initiative.
I spin through th...
Saturday 29th February 2020 9:21 pm
Also by Jacob Strachan:
Winning | WE/ME | Memory | Masks | Thanks |A Shirt
Hands crept into the sleeve
as the buttons twisted
the shadow of cultural masculinity-
the callous cataloguing that jolts the collar,
I want to suppress fascination of scrunched stereotypes,
and iron the burns from my skin.
Saturday 29th February 2020 7:04 pm
Also by Hannnah:
The Debut In Philosophy | Poems | The Spring Let Them Sing | Time | Being Human | The Thought | Fixation |My Confidence
My confidence might be a house of cards,
And topple over with no safeguards.
My confidence might be a pane of glass,
And be seen through and easily smash.
My confidence might be a rare mink vase,
Worth much but breaks to a thousand shards.
My confidence might be a beautiful flower,
And crushed with just a little power.
But my confidence might be a bar of gold.
Strong and valuab...
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:08 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:
Wheel of Fortune | Rooms of the Mind | Controlling Our Lives? | Mornings | Underdogs |?
What am I going to do
Sit here, crying for you
My heart is sinking
Deeper and deeper
My fears are increasing
Bigger and bigger
I haven't any clue
How I should myself rescue
From the bonds of evil
And also from the chains unseen
I wish it could be the end of life
So that I wouldn't have to suffer
Any pains, pangs and confusions
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:05 pm
EVIL
What lies beneath or in between
sees little light until it seems
the black of night brings out its teeth
then evil comes from underneath
What is it in the minds of men
that brings out evil, mean and grim
is it in man's nature, hidden deep
that cruelty so often repeats
Where in the heart does evil lie
its commonness can't be denied
in darkest moods it is...
Saturday 29th February 2020 2:21 pm
Also by d.knape:
In Memory Of | MAPS | New Car | Where Flowers Bloom | Canaries Flights Suspended | Like Spam | The Unexpected | Dinosaur Extinction ( For Mature Audiences) | Bodies | Cedar Trees | Oh Thoreau | Cow Sheds | Two Day Poem | Wash Cycle | Puttin' On The Socks | The Short Life Of A Pill Bug | CAVES | Fleeting Thoughts | Lemonade | High Blood Pressure | Second Childhoods | Dead Roach | Sorting Socks | Names | Retirement Village | Accomplishments |GRANNY ON A TRIP
In the cause of lightening up someone's day - read on.
A boy asked his Granny. "Have you seen my pills. They're labelled LSD".
"F..k the pills", Granny replied, "have you seen the dragons in the kitchen?!"
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Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
IN PASSING | SOCIAL MEDIA - A USER'S GUIDE | CHANNELS | YOU ARE THE MUSIC - song/lyric version | BY ALL MEANS | ALL HAIL MOTHER NATURE! | LIFE'S LOTTERY | GETTING YOUR WORDS' WORTH | BBC LICENCE FEE | TIME AND TIDE - A Post Brexit Viewpoint |Muses, Sins & Soul Ties
Is it a sin for your muse
to inspire mine,
provide momentary escapes
from loneliness, pain,
the daily grind,
give words to fantasies
of the mind,
connect soul ties.
It’s hard to believe
a God of love
would consider musing
a crime.
If it is, that’s not a religion
to which I subscribe.
Saturday 29th February 2020 12:34 pm
Also by Vautaw:
In Search of Mermaids and Lighthouses | How Do I Love Thee | Rescue | Kindred Spirits | How Many Times | Que Sera | Embers |I have no secrets
I have no secrets
And few thoughts
What I’ve held onto
Hasn’t taken off
I’m learning how to
Shut my mouth
Another few decades
And I’ll have gotten it
And you’re free to walk
Through my mind
And take
Anything you like
You could even stay
For a while
It’s cheap
And the colors are bright
I have no secrets
And they’re not here
They visit
When I’m alone
They get too ...
Saturday 29th February 2020 11:15 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
More Blood | People Are Messy |The Destination & The Journey
Some roads lead nowhere
But without a sign to tell us otherwise, we will travel down them
Without hesitation
Until we arrive at the cliff edge, the end of the road
There is no road ahead that will lead me to safety
until now
Part of me knew that this is how it ought to be
Not a raging thunderstorm each night
Leaving me awake and tearful for the next clap of thun...
Saturday 29th February 2020 10:59 am
Also by Cait Abbott:
The Ways | Simplicity | Lock and Key | Outside of my Window | Surrender | In Dreams | Recipe for Recovery | Work in Progress |The Archive Monster's Coming
The Archive Monster's Coming
The Archive Monster's coming
Quickly, you me read
Don't worry though, my poet will
Continue with my breed
Don Matthews 29 February 2020
Saturday 29th February 2020 8:11 am
Also by Don Matthews:
Oh Little Poem With Two Days Left | A Strange Happening | The Singer and the Storm | Billy's Problem LMS | Did You Notice? | I Am An Offbeat Poet | G'day | Po' s Come Back From the Dead. Again. | LMS Update 19/2/20 | Silly 'n' Sad | At What Cost President Trump? | Update. But You'll Just Have To Wait | Did He Not Write Comedy? | Miracle Man | Dr Don At Your Service | God Is On The Web | Thalia Likes My Drumming | I'm Gonna Do a Blocky | I Don't Like Seeing Mine (and others) Constructive Comments Getting Binned. (we were simply trying to help) | Prosaic Hell | Circled by High Fences | Pamela and Jon Tie the Love Knot | Polyadic | The Journey | How Old Are You? | How and Why |Therapy
My fears
Slowly respired away
As these tears
Became my oxygen mask everyday
Saturday 29th February 2020 5:46 am
For the Poetry
There’s a connection
A brief flirt
And before you know it
We’re going crazy over each other’s words
The list of reasons confirms you won’t be good for me
But it’ll make for some good poetry
We fool around, lift each other up
Take a drink from the lover’s cup
But watch out,
Don’t get in too deep
Remember this is only for the poetry
We circle around crazy ideas
The two of us in a be...
Saturday 29th February 2020 4:26 am
Also by kimberly:
Spiraling | Down on Lovers Lane | My Songs | Lost and Found | Swallowed by the Shine of the Sun | A Love I Cannot Return | Empty and Nothing | Meet Me In The Rain | Sweet Pleasantries | Blurred Lines | Seeking Truth | Make Room | Calming Waters | Wait and See | Breathe Again | Countdown to Love | Getting To Know You | Awaiting the Day | Mementos |Proto-Ritual
a child of 9, i wrote from a 3
across the busy street
from my foster family at the time
the 3 was HIGH
i climbed it though i could not climb
i can't remember where i carried the notepad
wether crook or backpack but each branch ascended made me look down and wonder
why i was doing this
the cars that raced passed, the circuit trucks,
sent the branches trembling, goose...
Friday 28th February 2020 3:29 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:
"Peacefully In Their Sleep" | The 31 Inversion | Ovel | God is a Gun | The pope Has Lost His slippers, The Red Ones, And his God-forsaken Mind Along With Them. | You Fire You | Synchrocosmos | The Drawing of a Poem | Circa Timeless | Siamesepoem | Lyra, I Barely Know Ye | Poem of a Proud Swine | Blame Is In The Eye Of The Beholder | Raped by an Angel | Trips and Traffick Lights | glassalg | Tripartate of the Question | Suicide in a Hall Of Mirrors | death to fruit |Our World Is Disappearing
Water is rising floods sent from hell, Corona virus too
Everybody pondering but there is nothing they can do
Global warming distroying our world it's not going to end
A disaster after another, no one know what is round the bend
Save the earth be mindful they tell us. Stop it getting worse
This can't be fixed by hand, or all the money in ones purse
How do you stop ice from me...
Friday 28th February 2020 12:13 pm
Also by The_Northern_Lass:
Corona Virus | Yesterday | Sad Valentine | You | Valentine in heaven | Blow wind blow | Only In Dreams | The Northen Lass |Coronavirus scare
I was insructed to drive to the hospital on my own,
My throat was sore my tonsils had grown.
I was informed to arrive at the hospital wearing a mask.
On the car park a nurse was waiting to perform her task.
Faced by her rubber gloves and her disposable attire,
My body was in full sweat and on fire.
My temperature and blood pressure were taken through the window of my car,
...Friday 28th February 2020 8:08 am
Also by hugh:
A balance check | A tight fit | A tribute to Caroline Flack | Harm on the farm. | Indicator fault? |Krasivaya
Krasivaya
A strange sound
A string of letters
It doesn't make sense till you meet her
Krasivaya : beautiful but with strength, unique
But not even this is enough to discribe you
Friday 28th February 2020 3:53 am
Also by Zoëlla:
I don't know why | (untitled) | (untitled) |Son Of My Father
Son Of My Father
What did you do in the war dad?
I fought against Fascists, son.
And were you frightened there dad?
Did you want to turn around and run?
Yes, I was frightened there son
So, don’t believe the lies that are spun
About the death and the glory of war, boy.
There is death, but of glory there’s none.
Thanks for all that you did dad
A...
Friday 28th February 2020 12:07 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Making A Point | The Keeper | Flame | Bedlam | Dead Leaves | Withdrawal Method (When Being Fucked) |UNKNOWN UNKNOWNS
Reach out your hand if your cup be empty
If your cup is full may it be again
Let it be known there is a fountain
That was not made by the hands of men.
'Ripple': Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. Hunter
If you open your heart to the misery
Of those who live without hope
If you learn to walk in another’s steps
And learn not to avert your gaze
If you give all that you have ...
Thursday 27th February 2020 11:00 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Whimsy | A hex on you, a hex on me, a hex on us all | Dogfighter | The end | Lines | Inner city blues | Cancer | GENERATION 27 | Life is but a dream... | AMADEUS | Lidos | The stolen child | Marilyn Monroe reading Ulysses | Paralysis | BYZANTIUM | spring | Wish you were here | An orthodox fugue | The vanishing life | Such eloquent Graffiti | Sons and brothers. | onion dome | Dappled sunshine | Ripple in still water | The magnificent Moors | A charmed death | i.m. Pte Jack Prince | Early Spring in England | Labyrinth | Being here | Daily life | from swerve of shaw to blend of bray | i.m. Vasily Zaystev | The Home Front | Lovers' parting | The rags of time |LUV IT
Another of my hobbies is playing tennis
And I realized that's the opposite of writing rhymes
Because some of my best poems
Come from aiming outside the lines
Thursday 27th February 2020 7:04 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:
OH, THAT GUY | I'M TOAST | GREECE SPOT |IT WON'T TAKE LONG
Sing a happy song it won't take long
before your spirit lightens
brightens the day
Sing Sing a happy song
chase the blues away
choose to have a happy day
full of sunshine
not gray
By Lynn Hahn
Thursday 27th February 2020 5:09 pm
Disassociation
My hobbies are thinking in circles
Signs of a melancholy mind
What a joke?
I don't what to live my life
Also I never want to die
So cover the sounds of kids dying
With a happy sunset all you like
Hope is hell
We all know death is coming
But this is my pocket of time
Nothing is good but the bad is mine
So see the lights why you still can
Thursday 27th February 2020 1:30 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
Soulmate | Cruel Fate/Queer | This Isn't]That Kind of Poem[ | What is Humour? | Melancholy Death | Words of The Waiting Man 33 | End It All |one in the chamber
the world will always be a terrible place if you decide what's coming out of my mouth before I say anything.
Before you even know my name , you've already decided who I am and the min max of what I have to say.
and then we don't even have a conversation, you just scry keywords and wait for your chance to talk.
it goes nowhere
and when it goes nowhere, you consider that a victory.
an...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 7:42 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
ashigaru I (02/14/2020) | Athings I see when I close my eyes 2 |FEEDING THE ILLUSION
Are we being our most authentic selves and living authentic lives but only posting what we want the world to see? Using every resource to glamourise mediocrity and disguise pain? Authentic is defined as: “not false or copied; genuine; real.” And, my favorite definition, “representing one's true nature or beliefs; true to oneself or to the person." However ,these days our primary focus is on social...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 5:46 pm
I wish I could daydream like I did when I was a kid
when I was sat in primary school
bored out of my head
no teacher ever really got to me
I had daydreams only
occasionally they would be broken
on a rainy morning
when I'd see a mate strolling late
past the school gates
and I’d be encouraged at the sight of him
cos the day would become way better
than it had begun
there was a lot of fun to be had
even in days suc...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 3:37 pm
PHOTOS OF ME DINNER
When old gits gather, talk always turns to nostalgia – the size of Wagon Wheels and Mars Bars, for example. A loose re-enactment of that Monty Python Yorkshiremen sketch.
At such a coven recently my mate remembered those pre-digital, pre-Facebook days of snapping a dozen photos on your Kodak Instamatic and taking the film to Boots to get it developed. You’d collect your photos two weeks later...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 10:23 am
Also by John Coopey:
IN HIS HANDS | THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE | AND SO THIS IS BREXIT |Miss Fitted - Poem
You could tell she was trying hard,
Which girl doesn't try to mould their own skin to fit in?
You could tell she was trying to impress,
But as someone who knew better, I should have told her to rest,
But she was trying to hard to make it,
She was going all the way to fake it,
And I could tell,
She wore the sheepish smile,
But I knew this act so well,
She was like me,
I am like her,
She ...
Wednesday 26th February 2020 12:34 am
Who’s Next
From Mozart to Metallica,
and Brahms to Barry White,
the gamut of Britannica,
I change it round each night.
I close my eyes in ecstasy
when Slowhand plays guitar,
and Louis Armstrong’s legacy
just proves he was a star.
Young Elton too, he wasn’t bad,
and he could even sing,
but he was only just a lad
when Elvis was The King.
Sometimes I’ll fancy r...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 8:05 pm
New Therapist
She sits there her book full of latent codes,
a way of communicating so no-one knows
Rambling on my life, traces of a history unread:
a mind full of trash and misdeeds unsaid.
She's a pristine therapist, who hasn't lived,
expecting me to say all and give,
when I couldn't give a shit about her plan.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
Also by Emma-Jane Stradling:
You made me do it |Shame
For many years I walked in shame
With my head bowed down not looking anyone in the eyes
Shame for not being good enough
Shame for not being wanted nor loved
I sat in darkness wondering if I would ever be able to find light
Sat there wondering, if I would ever be worthy or enough
Then a voice whispered in my ear, " I am here."
The voice got louder and yelled, " I am here."
T...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 5:46 pm
Also by Jacqueline L Elias:
I am African | Wait | Hard | Smile | What is next? | Numb | Dark Cloud |A Tall Glass of Yesterday
Bottled up tight
blanked out regrets
bitter taste
hard to swallow
that lingers longer
than it should
dark memories
stand tall again.
Tuesday 25th February 2020 4:30 pm
The Fisherman
Toss the wistful dreams of men as coins into the wishing well,
That they perchance be answered as they land upon its bed,
Watch the anglers hook the fish that can't resist their skillful spell,
And cast their careful crafted lure to bob above the fishes head,
Pray the fish that's caught that day holds the essence of your dream,
Pray the patient fisherman who gently reels it in this ...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 12:38 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:
Taking Stock | Echoing Stars | Memento Mori |The Truth
The Truth
“Where's the truth, then?”
coughed a scabrous beggar,
eyeing me from a Portuguese pavement,
“where is it, you faker, where?”
“Really want to know?”
I smiled back: “Try this:
“Truth lies, really lies,
through its teeth
lies like a clumsy dentist
who never hurt anyone,
pretending cleansing truth
lying underneath the pain.
“Nev...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 9:45 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:
Things Seen Less Clearly |The nothingnesses
A poem from my drawerling,
to wit red notebook 1998
what is a nothingness?
solely an adumbration of
the voidness – forsakenness
an accustomary expression
an extinct volcano
– ad invinitum
the little animal
killed by the children
haply a starlet
- the dead
a ground of the bosomlet
from stone
or mayhap
the leaflet
fallen downward
the whole pict...
Tuesday 25th February 2020 7:33 am
Underwater World
An underwater house
In an underwater world
With underwater guys
And underwater girls
In a subterranean
homesick land
Where mermaids
take you by the hand
Their bodies gyrating
to water music
With a strong backbeat
you can shake your booty
Some of those maids
are raunchy fish
But not in it
for the money
If you get my drift
So if you fancy copping o...
Monday 24th February 2020 8:30 pm
Growth
Hush now little seedling
Don't be afraid of the dark
You're going to grow and flourish
I'm giving you the best start.
You're going to be so beautiful
and do such wonderous things
You could be a saviour
lets see what summer brings.
It's going to take some time
So be patient through the rain
You're part of a whole forest
Nature's whispering campaign.
Monday 24th February 2020 8:02 pm
Also by Natalie Rupik:
Vengence | Goddess | Speak up little girl | Greenpeace | Perspective |TRANSFORM 1
TRANSFORM 1
slither in
the blind
changing shape
in time
rearranging in
the berm
tadpole losing
its squirm
dragging from
the rough
to hop on
the bluffs
head out of
the hudge
cues from
nature's nudge
breathe in
formation
pure
oxygen
origination
transform
again
back to
seeds
root through
weeds
can't explain
the genesis
magic
twist
of a
chrysalis
wings beat
back
...
Monday 24th February 2020 7:40 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:
BOUNTY | SHIFT | GUIDE |Do You Ever Also?
Do you ever feel like you're the protagonist of a book?
Where the ending is constantly being rewritten and you're just waiting for the day that it's finally gone through all the edits and gets published?
But what happens if it's a novel that has 7 parts?
You might never even get to read the last written words or get to the final chapter of what you thought was your
"perfect ending."
...Monday 24th February 2020 8:35 am
Scared of the dark
Papa, papa tell me what you see?
Yellow eyes my boy, ugly grinning teeth.
Quickly, quickly we must run and hide!
Tell me why papa?
For that is what, goes bump in the night.
When I am big and strong, will you show me where the monster, it sleeps?
Never my boy, it is too scary for me,
Stay hidden, stay quiet, keep your eyes under the sheets!
HELP, HELP a young man shrieks!
...Sunday 23rd February 2020 10:00 pm
Also by The Wicked and the Kid:
Pointless | Weakness | Vengeance | Unanswered |Stabbed
Stabbed
An unexpected and searing pain
I crumpled with an agonised scream
I was breathless with disbelief
I fell foward as others screamed also
People coming and going
A shot rang out in the distance
I am going to die here and now
These words rang in my pulsating head
I was turned on my back
Words of comfort were softly spoken
I prayed to God , Save me please.
...Sunday 23rd February 2020 4:13 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
A Load of Luggage | The Voice of Integrity | An Afternoon Storm | The inner Sanctum | We cease to be | The Sounds of Night | Shifting Contrasts | Satie | Time Heals | Cut Adrift |Size Matters!
Size Matters!
Jack and Jill were getting wed.
(Jack’s dad thought, Jill was nice).
“But, let me give you, Son,” he said
“some fatherly advice.
On the day, I wed yer mam
I nipped ‘er straight indoors.
And, being ‘t sort of bloke I am
I soon laid down the laws.
I boldly took mi trousers off
and told ‘er, ‘put ‘em on.’
She drowned within a sea of cloth
...Sunday 23rd February 2020 3:41 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:
A 'Valued' Friend! | The Trouble With Nuts! |Entirety (The Whole)
The sights of ourselves still shape us to divide,
immediate response to the craves and madness,
we feel the way we feel but tonight it's you inside,
burried in the senses out of the lightness.
And days are still days but the trouble collides,
for all the reasons we chose not to revile,
and all our fears, childlish alike,
echoing through our minds, rejecting denial.
Stay where you are a...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 2:35 pm
THE COLOUR OF THOUGHT
Black is an absence of colour
defining an absence of thought,
so let's fall in love with colours instead,
dark sombre chocolate
and variations of dusky ivory,
forget what's in your head.
Can we dismiss green as one tone,
stand at dawn and be cheated of the light?
Should we be judged blinded of love,
allow fear to drive us to extremes
and into the arms of darkness...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 1:55 pm
Also by ray pool:
THE GLOBE |Written last night about Boris Johnson! Wahey!
FROM A COUNCIL TO A CULT
The cult distraction shrank
To be fronted by a child
However choreographed not exact stamp
A child reasoned with into accordance
That child now the man
On his shoulders crashing down
Spotlight always putting off
Because then known child is laughing
The cheated distracted thanked
To be vindicated right to suspect
And kept chil...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 1:21 pm
Also by Aaron Murdoch:
From a couple of years ago. Blogs being a lot shorter from here in |No one
So he is no one
In his story
Light of no sun
Reaches his glory.
Saturday 22nd February 2020 7:44 am
Also by Kritarth Jaiswal:
To a beginning |Love
Heavens must be smiling to me, oooh love, like the graceful moves of a talented dancer, I must have touched God when I kissed a stranger on the staircase, could birds and feathers be a soft way of talking about love? Or should we consider butterflies beauties in fear of love, or the gut the guru of secrets of love and fear, but that's just a lustful heart, wishful hopes for an angel up above to...
Saturday 22nd February 2020 7:01 am
Also by mathenge mengo:
Dear death | A storm of my own creation |Joys of Yellow
Springtime daffodils, crocuses and polished buttercups,
delicately scented fluffy feather-leaved mimosa.
February winter jasmine cascading yellowly
over southern sunwarmed stone walls,
an explosion of tiny briliant forsythia stars.
Hillside covered in cream yellow primroses,
with violets as mutual complement.
Sunrays stealing through shutter slats,
gifting a natural aw...
Friday 21st February 2020 6:21 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:
The Gloss Has Gone |Brexit: just as it ever was
The complainers complaint
is a constant refrain
"Woe is me -points-
they're all to blame!
I'm squeezed in the middle
by those with no name
pity me not them
they're all to blame!
why don't they just send 'em
all off to jail?
give to me not to them
coz they want the same,
give to me not to them
coz they're all to blame
them paki's and blacks
them poles and the lame
the unemplo...
Friday 21st February 2020 2:59 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Her Ancient Ruin |Hidden Despair
No day is different from the next,
Every day is the same,
Agony, misery and pain,
But no one knows it but me,
Others look and still can’t see,
The suffering that hunts me
Like pray,
the cloud that drowns all
happiness away,
The isolation that keeps me astray
From others who want me to be OK
And I want to be OK,
But the blues seem to be here to stay,
Robbing m...
Thursday 20th February 2020 8:06 pm
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