Poetry Blogs (Mar 2020)
A poem’s appearance is of little consequence
But the moon was sad as only the moon can be.
Men in tears seek to flee the nightmare of their lives
We dream that with fingers we can pluck guitars
The calmness of flowers, the depths of moments,
The completeness of a live birth;
White sobs slide into our eyes
Remembering the smile of a mother, a lover,
On the fortunate day of our first kis...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 11:01 pm
Also by John E Marks:The girl with the flaxen hair | Inside Out | Johnny Keats 1795-1821 | Solace | The northern mockingbird | A thousand years ago | GLINT | Duhkha* | Seppuku* | The Resurrection of the dead | Stormy weather | To the crags, where eagles soar | Day by the sea | THE GHOST WHO SELLS MEMORIES | i.m. John Donne | The voice of death, the voice of love and the voice of art. | Tableau vivant | A time to leap | Solitary stroll | COVID 19 and the BLACKBIRD | from swerve of shaw to bend of bray | Tempered in the fire | JACOB SAYS | Lost love | An Absence | GROWL | VERBOTEN | Aphorism | hand-in-hand | Roundabout | words fail me | Writ in water | Manchester morning | The Isle of ghosts | For Kassia: a Bold and Beautiful Byzantine poet | CALL IT DREAMIN' | The unpurged imagery of day | Fugue | COVID - 19 PRAGUE | Lifting the Veil |
Apps save anxious palps
when needs must out. What
would Columbus have given
for a mobile phone on which
to ring back home – or see a
drone hovering beneath the
star lit firmament. Consult a
doc on line was never even
heard of then but scurvy was
avoided by the use of limes
What I am trying to say is this:
if the tide of time were turned
what would we h...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 10:34 pm
Also by Philipos:AT THE GRAVE SIDE | PRANCING ABOUT | BREAD OF HEAVEN | ALAS | FIGMENTS | NIGHTINGALES | ROUNDS | CAT'S EYES | THE COMPASS ROSE | DRIFTING | SMOKE FILLED SALOONS | ZENDA | MEANINGFUL DECISIONS | GONGOOZLING | CREATIVE THINKING | THE SANDMAN | LEAVE TO SPEAK | GHOST | GLADSTONE DOCK (1950s) | SPRINGS | VOICES IN AN ELEVATOR | GORGONZOLA | ENTANGLEMENTS | CONICAL | ADVANCES | PACK ANIMALS | FANFARE |
longing for a doll's house,
a teddy bear,
and a ventriloquist puppet.
Longing to be held, comforted, soothed.
Longing for the safety of home,
something to cuddle and a companion.
Longing for the pleasure of play,
the delight in losing oneself in make believe:
I picture myself,
five years old and,
painting in my yellow, plastic smock ...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 10:05 pm
Who dies on a Friday night?
Years ago now
The silly question lingers
Not looking for an answer
Who dies on a Friday night?
To scare away sadder thoughts
And complicated feelings and
Who dies on a Friday night?
Tuesday 31st March 2020 9:53 pm
Also by Jeannot:Virus | Fading | Right side up | Nothing out of me |
Sat here again splaying the phrases
almost photographic, tapping minds
into my aged remarks letting frame
pictures grey those partitions wise,
but the room years pursuit for youth,
dragging that pen for a crayon,
drawing foetal scrawls on umbilical walls
confused written out in blind art,
too young to be theirs, too old to be mine.
Tuesday 31st March 2020 7:45 pm
Also by Hannnah:I Want To Hold It Close | Being Human Version 2 | This Is Our War | This Is The Worst of Us | Dwell | Constant Belonging | The Papers |
I Hate Lying
I hate lying;
it’s a weakness.
It shows a truth;
that others rule me.
If I have to lie;
it’s to avoid pain,
discomfort, and shame.
To make you feel good.
Slaves lie to the boss;
to save their lifeline.
But, to hell with him,
and his profit.
I live my life,
to never lie.
My freedom dies,
under your rules.
If I must lie,
you won’t be near.
I love to be ...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 6:03 pm
Right you lot...sing along in accordance with the latest government instruction !
Tea for two
And two for tea
Me for you
And you for me
Can't you see
How healthy we would be?
Nobody near us
To see us or hear us
No friends or relations
On viral visitations
Can't you see how happy we would be.
Tuesday 31st March 2020 4:53 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:MIN. OF HEALTH INST> COV19 | WUHANDEMIC | AS IS | "I GOT IT FROM AGNES" - LAUGH WITH LEHRER | SELF-ISOLATION - going viral - sing along ! | SO LONELY - a lyric | ADVICE | HOW GLAD I AM | BRISTOL FASHION |
To save the lives of others is the best thing in the world,
A day in the life as a doctor fighting the virus I have unfurled.
At 7 o'clock in the morning I pack my sleeping bag and clothes,
Whether I will be back tonight to see my family who knows?
I arrive at the hospital after a 10 mile drive,
I check my first patient hopefully he will survive.
I check his venilator and ...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 2:08 pm
Also by hugh:A pupil of the past | A clap of thanks | Panic buying we all have a role to play, lets wipe it out and flush it away | Pot luck | A warmer planet [Written for the kids off school] | A pregnancy precipitated by a grudge | A superior view | A little bit of flirt | An age shock! | Guilty or not guilty? | A coronavirus cure might lie in a bat's brain | "White ,"said Fred. | Re John Coopey's latest disgusting blog | Problems with pupils | An eye catching experience | Wash your hands keep them clean. | My dad is getting old | The loneliness of Lucy |
People who are at higher risk
especially old poets
who have serious emotional
relationships to their poems
Poets so wrapped up
in their work
they have no idea
what is going on
in the outside world
poets who live
secluded in their words
and seldom come out of their shells
except for praise
a good round of applause.
Tuesday 31st March 2020 1:09 pm
Also by d.knape:Common Cause | Silhouettes Of Trees | Cheeto Stains | Trash Days | Remembering Yesterday | Tree Tunnels | Still Life | Behind Bars | No Hugging Allowed | Waiting In Line | Boys & Bikes | Sheltered In Place | COMMUNICABLE POEM | SOME | When Things Were Nicer | Always Hope | MADE IN CHINA | God Had No Wife (Warning: Could be offensive to half the population>) | God Had No Wife | Face Masks | CORONA | Stationary Bike | Acting My Age-A Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | LEAVES | NewAgePoetry | Voices In Another Room | An Idle Life | How To Apologize To Your Wife | The Reunion |
Thinking of you, missing you
Love can be painful, it is true.
Antidote is love, for the sickness of love,
A hug, a kiss, a sudden gush of love thrills.
Waiting for you, hoping your safe return,
Only hopes survives, smiles gone hiking in the rain.
Tuesday 31st March 2020 1:08 pm
Also by Moon.girl:Morning.girl | Moonlight.poetry.love | Moongirl.lazymoments | Moongirl.lovediary.One |
Sitting in the steel bowl
like pearls of wisdom:
Yes it’s there!
No wear, no tear
No teeth marks
I swear, in my
Glass house with
Glass table and
'Heart of glass'
On a glass turntable
Tuesday 31st March 2020 10:35 am
Israel has taken over the US
Treasury and all financial bodies
In a silent occupation.
Trump is not only a corrupt president
But he is traitor too
While thee Facebook
Has been showing cute photos
Of playful cats
The giant snake is eating
And no one noticed
Tuesday 31st March 2020 9:25 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:Corona beer | meeting an old girlfriend | 2076 | a man upset | the day I met an actor | Dresden | life span | the Roma | the Russians | the office desk | a print | sunny days | whrn the mind speaks | enigma | the massacre | it is finally over | the new middle class | angst in the night | slow burning | so many ifs | two liners | Flanderd | droplets | spring | they call it love | dreaming right | sporty | nightly awake | nightly awake | we do not deserve |
Cue the manic laughter
Following on from my previous blog* there is more I'd like to say
when it comes to Global culls there must be a better way.
Many theorize that ‘Covid virus’ is part of a deadly plan
reducing the population, killing women, children, man.
Well there is a flaw in this plan if you think this through
whilst we’re locked in quarantine, we know what many wil...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 9:12 am
Also by poemagraphic:Baby Boom | And the host tonight is... | bleat bleat bleat | Another Victim | Ovid on the Covid | Two Steps Away | Far Cough | Closed minds | Masking the problem! | Dying for your touch | Here we go again | Cheapskate | A man in Grief | Mindlessness’ | Apotheosis | LGBT | Type 2 Diabetes |
This poem will self-destruct at midnight.
Do you wish to take up the challenge and write another?
Go forth and multiply my poet
Don Matthews Last day in March 2020
Tuesday 31st March 2020 7:57 am
Also by Don Matthews:Gun Stores Closed. NRA to Sue | It Jolly is Frustrating | UK Corona Can't Come Down | Have a Nice Day | Stockpiling | The Adventures of Mary (she hopes it helps to brighten you up) | Cock A Doodle Do | Why Cannot It Be Two-Way ? | Interesting | My 'Light-Bulb' Ideas on Coronavirus | Flutter Flutter | Urge | Also Spake Samuel | We're Animal Lovers Through and Through | Do I?... Or Do I Not? | Lockdown | Latro Spider Robot | Problematic | Billy's Problem (LMS) | Intensify Your Efforts Governments | Bonkering Aound on the WOL Site | Coronavirus and the LMS Theme Park | Bookmark Page 64 | Unmasked...At Last | White Blank | It's the Australian Way | The Enigmatic Poet | Concrete |
A day will come when we will get older,
Our scars will be printed as wrinkles,
Vultures will sing us a lullaby,
The fallen leaves will abscond from its roots,
The wind will whistle our demise,
The day will cry,
The night will fold its mat,
And rivers will stop running helter-skelter.
There will be a moment of silence,
Our sweat will be sweet as honey
For no sweetness can stand its...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 7:06 am
Also by David:Is failure an impediment? | Solitude |
The Ludford in question is the one on the Lincolnshire Wolds, not the one close by Ludlow in Shropshire.
Bellowing past the close mown grass,
big wagons thunder at ancient stone
to drown a chorale's seeping. Prone,
the organ's praiseful chords sublime
are couched within its sanctuary; crass
conceiver of everlasting life: His, not mine.
Tuesday 31st March 2020 7:05 am
as my loneliness grows, so too does it’s presence in my mind
and thus in my writing as well
I think about you more when I have nobody else to think about
it’s like a disease
beginning slowly in the places we spent our time together
spreading to the riverside and the little town that surrounds it
above every head is a dark cloud
they’re not aware of it, but their world i...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 7:02 am
Also by Robbie Christian:Funnel Cake | Metanoia | High Noon | Solidarity | 95 | Kingdom | Monologue | Blackjack | Drive | Life Form | Lost | Growth | Phone Call | Pandemic | Sonder | Bay | Tarantino | Yours Truly | Ego Death | Beacon |
It's good when your mind is Active . It gets you through life . Letting you create and survive . Survive most problems . And helps you see through . Feelings or worry's you have . Just helps you get through .The lonely days .The long days . The Remembering . The lonely and also the happy days . Memories for you to Remember .
Tuesday 31st March 2020 4:06 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:My Friends | The Faithful Blackbird | Embarrassment | My Inspiration | We Will Survive | Seventy Five And Reminiscing | All Women | We Will Survive |
I Am From
I am from eye wear
From variations of frames, colors,
& fancy cases
I am from the city of angels
busy, loud, sometimes
I am from aloe vera
spiky, slimy, beneficial.
I'm from festive family gatherings
& food aplenty.
Demonstrations of generosity
in their offering & sharing
brings much satisfaction!
From Antonia and George
I'm from the skillful hands of my fa...
Tuesday 31st March 2020 4:00 am
Also by SophieSweetzz:A poem to my bff |
Candy came from Kathmandu
Caught a cold and said achoo,
Mandy came from Mogadishu
Caught a cold and said atishoo
When you catch a cold are you
Katachoo or Mogatishoo?
Monday 30th March 2020 7:47 pm
Also by branwell kent:Silly Rhyme | Another Bad Joke | Whatever Gets You Through The Day | The Girl Next Door | Mr Perfect (Believe It Or Not) | Typical | Tessa | Dirty Sex Poem | First Love | RIP | Where's Olly? |
"Ring a ring of roses
a pocket full of posies,
we all fall down. "
What goes around, comes around.
Monday 30th March 2020 5:56 pm
Also by ray pool:OUTCASTS | ISOLATING THE SELF | WHAT IT'S LIKE OVER 70 | WHEN LOVE COMES KNOCKING | A MUG'S GAME |
In nineteen thirty, Bradman piled on runs at Lord’s;
We sprinted from the bus to beat the hordes.
Our fancy was the first place in the queue.
Did we know then those sharpening their swords?
We should have checked, to see how much was true.
In nineteen thirty-two, the worldwide slump took hold;
There was no fuel to save some from the cold.
Monday 30th March 2020 3:53 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Last night, through the window |
Is there something wrong with you?
Here we are again, back at square fucking one.
All because poor little cameron can’t seem to control his feelings.
Do you have a few loose screws?
You literally choose to love people who just don’t care.
And when you cry at night, does it feel good?
Relapse, do you think you should?
Because as far as I can tell,
You’re going t...
Monday 30th March 2020 3:50 pm
Also by Cameron Bounds:what loving you was like | If it ain't you |
This old Earth has taken another spin around the Sun. (1)
The Solar System continues its endless circle in the Milky Way. (2)
Andromeda has come closer (3)
as the Milky Way hurtles toward the Great Attractor (4)
Welcome to another year, another turn around Old Sol,
as we wobble through familiar yet unknown deep space
and spend more time with the music of the spheres
that resounds silent...
Monday 30th March 2020 3:47 pm
Also by David F. Freeman:My Old Sweetheart | Green Frog with Gray Hair | Fine Wine | Battle of the Bulge | Corona Virus AKA Covid 19 | How Can I Tell You | Canyon Raven |
My mother always said "confidence is key"
Dad said "don't grow up like me"
My grandfather maintained that " the best things in life are free,
My grandmother would always incline to disagree.
So what advice will I give when it's needed,
will my views at that time seem somewhat concided,
they wont see the struggle that Ive had, or the or the times I proceeded.
Now, would you b...
Monday 30th March 2020 11:58 am
Also by Luke:The life and times of us. |
They all turn into madness.
Fear, the poison, injected too often.
A vaccination to prevent you from optimism,
from being an individual,
from the hope you kept deep inside.
You are infected with gloomy thoughts and panic feelings,
a fever of silence.
Only your own mind can set you free,
let you heal and open your eyes for beauty, kindness
and the hidden truth.
Monday 30th March 2020 10:18 am
Also by Magical Whispers:Fairy dust | The flower in my hand | The end of the world | Someday | Freedom | Escape. | Escape. | Freedom of movement | The real danger | Ghost spring | Music in me. | Release and cords | Fear is the real virus. | Rain. | (untitled) | Ruler of fluids |
A ruthless killer
Far-reaching as the sun
Rides upon the wind
Partial to none.
There's no distinction
Between great and small
Minion and lord
Together they fall.
A time for reflection
-though terror is rife
Men are equal in death
Why not in life?
Monday 30th March 2020 10:02 am
start more stories
than I can finish
love more women
than I can sleep with
I burn decades
cutting out lives
I don’t claim to understand
what I’ve done it doesn’t matter
I guess I never thought
I could hold onto something so elus...
Monday 30th March 2020 3:17 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:The science | All having had the same idea | Friends | Bleh! | Before the world came in | bully | Quiet Contemplation | The family you don't have | things called you | Posing | Our dog years | You're so expensive | I lose everything | Your Gong | The 26 | isolated tracks | Haptics | Lunch with Tomorrow |
Every thing goes wrong when
Every thing is going to get better
Was it my destiny or I screw things up
Is there a good future lying ahead
Will I be able to ever make it to my dreams
Will I ever be able to survive the ugly situations
Struggling alone isn't an easy task to seek
With God's power everything becomes easy
Unless patience and faith is imbibed within blood
Monday 30th March 2020 2:48 am
Listen I'll never be a hero
A hero could never do the awful things I've done
See I've lose everything I loved
I'll never see the days when I'll be happy
So I'll run from the darkness that's in the light
Just look at how far I've when
I tried to kill myself
I only failed because
The bullet jammed the gun
So don't tell me I should move on
I put my passion in waiting for her
Monday 30th March 2020 2:26 am
Also by Damon Blackery:T,O,A,I,D | Space Cowboy (Twilight Melody) | Unkind | Theories of a Madman (Experiment 432) | Space Cowboy (the goddess coat | Space Cowboy (A Ghost Monument) | Firefly Mounment | Window | Biohazard Relationship | No Halo | Drug | Broken Heart 1 | Never (song lyrics) | How Does It Feel? | Nothing Good Here | Death Bed (Not a Love Poem!) | Stupid Boy | Sad Trap Bass XD | Petty I am | He Needs Her More Then She Knows | (untitled) | A Disturbing Fear of Bitter Blasphemy Broken Upon All The Wounds 2 | A Goddamn Vacancy 2 | A Goddamn Vacancy | Coffee Dreamer |
He knocked at the door
Shouting ‘let me in!’
Tempting us to go out
With his whisky and gin
He hid around corners
Under tables and chairs
Trying his best
To catch us unawares
He was sitting on benches
Where others had sat
He was on garden fences
Where we’d stop for a chat
He was hanging around
Tesco trolly parks
He was all over door han...
Sunday 29th March 2020 11:31 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:All We Left Were Birds | Grave | Is There, In Truth, No Beauty | Event Horizon | End Of Days | Chinese Whispers |
Dear Weary and Tiresome Souls,
When you get caught up with years from the past
Does it make you ache for what didn’t last?
Are you strong enough to stand when shame passes through?
Or do you bandage your wounds to hide them from view?
Has it become hard for you to breathe bearing all that weight
It’s easy to wander when the narrow gets too straight.
Your shoulders car...
Sunday 29th March 2020 11:24 pm
She usually sat alone, Sitting away from the crowds.
She watched how the dribbles dropped down from the mouth of the one who spoke too often.
The weakest one.
Sunday 29th March 2020 11:05 pm
Also by Emer Ní Chorra:The whole of me | Sapiosexual | Yellow green iris | Dedicated to my Mother (Happy Mother's Day) | Sunshine-19 |
“I want to taste your thoughts while tasting your lips , I want to taste your skin on my tongue, put my hands in your hair .
If only I could get close to you. Smell your body close up, trace my fingers down your spine, outlined the curves that trips my mind.
You make me dream with my eyes open, like a lion hunting his prey. I watch from the shadows, afraid of the light you give off, I want y...
Sunday 29th March 2020 10:10 pm
Flicking through images
Time had confined to history
Memory rewinds and fast forwards
The past to the present
Captured on Morecambe Bay's
By sun's sorcery cast
The canvass appears incomplete
A flock of people _
A squabble of seagulls _
A stew of oystercatcher _
Just the two of us _
Sunday 29th March 2020 10:07 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:Shall we be friends? | Judge not too harsly | I would be nothing without you | Really _ the dead woman was her mother! | The Rainbow | The drop of water that made the Silver Birch blush | The final destination | Silence isn't always golden! | Was it really she? |
Talc on the floor
The music is in rare quantity
For what's in store
Symbol of the night owl
The ll nighters seem to last all day
Phet taken in mass dosage
To dance the blues away
Dapper lads in flares or tonics
With Off shoots of the mods
Are flock to be here
After Trading records at the pub
Drinking that first beer
Who dances the best?
Sunday 29th March 2020 9:27 pm
Also by Keiron Higgins:gran. | we sell hope | Down with the sickness |
Do not seek the armpit of distress
Bury your head
Lock the door
Draw the curtains
And pull up the drawbridge of despair
Do not fear the uncertain breeze
Of cough and of sneeze
Be the people you are destined to be
Meet the challenge
Light the light
Of love and of hope
Don’t run like frightened hungry rats
You are not one of a pack
You are part of a fami...
Sunday 29th March 2020 5:07 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Alone together | Mr and Mrs Death |
The smallest tendrils of smoke rising from the dying coals
Maybe I'm just too old now for passion
Maybe I've let my fear become my life
Am I any different since I've done it all to myself?
Am I any less selfish since all I do is display my emotions?
What is the meaning if I can't remember the words
Spoken to me early and quickly ignored
Blindly through feeling with no thought ...
Sunday 29th March 2020 4:02 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:(untitled) | Saga of April Dark: Song Twelve | Saga of April Dark: Song Eleven | Saga of April Dark: Song Ten |
What if the Sabbath weren’t a day
but a state of being
that permeates our earthereal Eden?
What would you keep holy?
Sunday 29th March 2020 3:00 pm
Also by Ushiku Crisafulli:Herd (Co)Mmunity | Purple Pill |
He doesn't ride anywhere
not a flying horse
or one fashioned in gold
he has walked these hard streets
apparently every day
have you seen him?
Too shy to sing out
no will to write
no telling his past or future
he stood where doors were closing
and still when lights went out
Not recognised in the mirror
nor noticed in the dream
he has taken clouds for his friends
Sunday 29th March 2020 1:55 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Matter Of The Heart | today's poem- | Another Chance | Alternative Vow |
imagine doing the thankless job of rivets
hold together, you beleaguered son of a bitch
hold together, this heaving, creaking hull
this, sinking, stinking patchwork glory
made at the end of so many stubbed cigars
held wet, by the mouth
while two busy hands
idled towards retirement , pounding away
christening by the light of midnight oils, annointed
(10 in 1!)
in the warbled so...
Sunday 29th March 2020 1:32 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:placeholder for something darker II (03/25/2020) | you can probably guess the title, there's a theme going here (03/09/2020) | a placeholder for something darker (03/03/2020) | Recycle (03/02/2020) |
We need a sense of the unity of life and of humans for the sake of human welfare and for the survival of the planet. We need a sense of unity with the cosmos so that we can connect with Reality. But we also need a sense of individuality, for the sake of our own dignity and independence and of the loving care for others. We need it to appreciate each natural form, each animal and plant, each human ...
Sunday 29th March 2020 7:44 am
oh where, oh where can the virus be.
It's in your shopping carts
It's your use of money
it's in the hands of Bill Gates, Elon Musk, world leaders and the heads of the universal banking anthority
out to colaberate
out to orchrastrate
out to compose the new world order
I hope you're plugged in
'cause if your not
you won't get to be a part
Oh where, where can the viru...
Sunday 29th March 2020 7:41 am
What kills us slowly
But greatly fear
What kills us quickly
We are not ready yet
Sunday 29th March 2020 6:49 am
Also by Hallielle Rose Dawson:All Fall Down | Child | Windmills | Devastated | Wind travelers | Aquarium Hysteria | Buried | Lillian Marie | In Verse | Pocket lights | Lucky, Right? |
~He pretends the river is an ocean
When one can't have the potent dose
One makes do with the dilluted potion
Caught between two jagged green coasts
The murky current slowly propells his motion
If he has a good, sturdy boat
He might just last to see his ocean~
Sunday 29th March 2020 6:09 am
Also by M3RK:Mosaic | LLJ | When will I see you again? | Love Letter to a Stranger | Plastic Razor Blades | Invisible | Summer |
I drove down to see you
stood in your doorway unannounced
you were there with another
I again felt like an outsider
I didn’t belong
after I wrote you at length
many love songs
My poems wrapped in a box
delivered but only to be forgotten
my heart still in shock
you were going away
never to be seen again
until the month of May
when I would fly thousands of miles
just to see that smil...
Sunday 29th March 2020 5:43 am
Also by kimberly:Three Little Dots | Our Story is Done | The Truth Within | A Pause... | Deep in Thought | Words At Night | The Haunting | Learning To Forget | What Really Matters | A Sea of Red | Start with ‘Hello’ | Knowing Limits | Heartbeats | Little Baby | The Disposables | Another Love Poem |
(Warning: the audio is unexpurgated)
It’s been a source of some regret that I had missed my chance
To be a superhero with my kecks inside my pants.
I wanted to be Batman and to fight the city’s crime
I’d get hold of The Piddler and I’d make him serve his time.
Or whizz around like Superman, on guard by day and night
Looking out for phone boxes in case my pants got tight.
Sunday 29th March 2020 12:58 am
Also by John Coopey:WE DON'T NEED NO VENTILATORS (Brexit Before Breathing) | LP's, SINGLES and 78's | MY SWEET HOARD | I'LL BEAT THIS VIRUS WITH TOILET ROLLS | I HAVE SEEN THE FUTURE | UNSKILLED LABOUR | CORDUROYS | A BLOWJOB A DAY | TORY BULLY | CRADLE - A TRIOLET |
The skeletal frame of a Rollercoaster
Onto which fitted wheels, seating
Garish moulded plastic coloured
Inert silence no power from running current
Except for birds in the sky theme park
Abandoned except for giant tent building
The envelope opened up hand around throat
Sent to every house in town
And from source iron doors
Air conditioning to breathe ou...
Saturday 28th March 2020 11:45 pm
Also by Aaron Murdoch:Hi, I used to write in pen and type up afterwards. That was until I wrote this piece annnnnDDDD THE POWER!!! THE INFINIT- |
- Days ago, when the darkness found a way to creep back
I must admit that guilt pours through my veins on days like today
When inside of my head, all seems hopeless
I may no longer be clinical
But depression doesn't care that I was healing
It doesn't seem to matter that for a few weeks I was doing better
Despite the distractions I threw in its path
Through the dark ...
Saturday 28th March 2020 10:04 pm
Also by Cait Abbott:reincarnation in the debris | Final Closure | Plans for the Future | Hindsight | Dreamland | Coping Mechanism | it's all okay, now | Linger | Decadence | Of Something Good | 21:59 | Small Beginnings |
As a sapling I was wounded now I'm a crooked tree bearing bitter fruit. I ferment my fruits and drink them as wine. Intoxicated with dark love.
I pursue the wind as life's servant.
Cruelty shapes beauty to take the breath away.
I regret knowledge but not learning. To know certain truths is to harbour a foetus of cancer.
The voice of God should be ignored if you want to remain blissf...
Saturday 28th March 2020 8:16 pm
Also by Daniel Reuben King:Oberon of All inside All | Half finished. | For The Suffering Of My Darling Limos | The Love Of A Wound For Another Is Deeper Than The Wound Itself | A Circle To Encompass The Universe |