Poetry Blogs (Jun 2020)
At the age of 21,
I had anorexia,
Now these young girls,
I want to tell them,
Don't do as I did,
Tuesday 30th June 2020 10:18 pm
Also by Nicola Byrnes:Silk | Freedom | Lisbon _stream of consciousness | Cancer | Why | Counsellor | Covid | Miscarriages | Wild Wilderness Woman | I want to live | Positivity | Equality | Hugs | Trouble | Kind male nurse | Obession | Betrayed and abandoned | Right now | El Pintor | Dawn | Hell | Covid | Taken | Moods | Suffering | Questions | Destruction, | The Crying Game | Laughter | Write Out Loud | Drew | Today, | Next door Neighbour | Dublin poet-Em somebody | Gratitude | Dementia | Take you Away, | Blonde from 17 | Walk around the block | Little girl in the park. | Today | Death | Poetry | Here | El Pintor | Solace | Truth | Immune | Light. | Today's challenge | Nails | Meachelle | He | Cameron | HAYDN-CLARKE | Art. | Light. | Eric Crane. | Enough | Beautiful | George Michael. | Moonlight - For Stuart | Words | Story | Blossom | The Universe | Competition. | Rhiannon | Grade 2 Cancer. | Girl Next Door. | Gypsy Heart | Nicola Fletcher - Rescue Me | Full Moon's Out High. | Eric Crane. | Alan | Olivia | Rhiannon |
Let me exhale
Wait a minute
Let me exhale
I have been hurt
Mentally, physically and emotionally
I have been ridiculed
For what, because of my skin?
Take a look
Yea in the mirror
Now take a look
This time at me
What do you see
Two hands, two feet, two eyes
They are no different than mine
Separated by ...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 9:47 pm
The past is held in the un-cut clearing
all the way to the other side of the cricket ground
and past the greenhouse
which you reckoned must have had a few balls
smashing through it over the years
and the nearby college,
drawing a line between the future
and what lies beyond the other side of the gate
leaving nothing but shadows
and rattling doors
of the boarded up club house
Tuesday 30th June 2020 9:13 pm
Also by Andy N:Abandoned Cricket Ground | Leaving Lockdown | Different kind of protest |
in my dream
I follow a Shepherd
without a flock
to a far away land
beyond the blue remembered hills
we do not speak
l'm guided along
with signals made with his crook
I obediently follow
there appears before us
a foreign place
bathed in golden light
I saw no human habitations
stretched out in front of us
countless mounds of earth
Tuesday 30th June 2020 9:03 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:Post card from Spain | Joyful gardening bliss | I shall not go there again | A poor sacrifice | Pyrrhic victory | Fondly remembered | The return of the sunshine days of yore | Friends will come out to play | What's the fuss all about? | Yearning for the freedom of the open skies | Soul and body purified | Tempting smile | Rain turned into wine | A true Leprechauns tale? | Where do I begin? | Requiem mass |
I kicked off my shoes in disgust
as I had more time to waste and wait
I was impotent because of my age
bound by the law to adhere and acquiesce
I stood and fumed barely able to conceal my anger
I wanted to smash something, a nearby fish bowl caught my eye
The word livid was beneath the surface of my soul
I was about to explode at any moment
Tuesday 30th June 2020 8:22 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Encased in Memory | The Plateau of Reconciliation | The Black Sunbeam |
stuck there at the top of the ferris wheel
swaying between this view and that
an open boat comfortably settled in the sand
decide on further investigation
it's only at the end of the day
exhausted and entering sleep
aware water follows every path down
they'll run a proud hand along
the smooth gunwales of their own little skiff
Tuesday 30th June 2020 7:34 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Way To Work | Contemplative | Titanic Ships | The Age Of Human Rights Has Been Kindest To The Rich. | Angels Don't Need Wings | The Ball Of Life | Take me back | Brown Study | All About You | Restoring Perspective | The Active As Statues | Daniel's Nth Poem |
I believe firmly
that all shards
how small and fragile
how fractured and forgotten
how long ago
can be mended
can be reassembled
into the vase they once formed
and that this vase
can be as strong
and as beautiful
as it once was
I firmly believe
is beyond repair
can´t be mended
it just takes
more and more work
Tuesday 30th June 2020 6:09 pm
Also by Liam Osaneo:walk | float | letterbirds | city |
Some men only aim to please
They constantly beg and plead
For you to answer their call
For they need you before they fall
Much deeper into a low
Where all it takes is just one blow
Job into a thousand highs
Or a long sorrowful goodbye
Tuesday 30th June 2020 6:00 pm
Also by kimberly:Lock & Key | Train to Nowhere | The Last Goodbye | Unsent letters | The Shape of Us | Dew Drops Remain | Show's Over | Dancing in the yard | Solipsistic Angst | Undying Flame |
Forgetting such moments are not a cinch
Wow factor is a life free of glitch
Those moments are just dreadly screams
Even so, they are just dusky dreams
Panting, whimpering, yearning and lamenting deep
Hark! wake up before they engulf your luminous tinge of last beam...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 5:47 pm
Also by Nayla Shahyd:Misery | DEAR | Premonition |
Your work lacks suffering
I hear the happily satisfied
Middle class tones underlying
Everything you say
And there’s not enough space
In our collective hearts for it
After a hard day it doesn’t
Ask the right questions
Or provide the right
And I’m happy you’ve found love
But if you write about it
It just might fly out from under
Your pen and then your songs
Tuesday 30th June 2020 4:55 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:That layered look | On the beach | One to love | Too precious | The Winchester Closet | Strategizing | Clues for later | Jim Jones Ballad | Essences | Momentous | On shuffle with the roomba | Tell me again how I was born | An orgy of silence | Twilight defines it | Procrastination Addict | Sisters | The impostor | Could you text me later- you're ruining my high | My enemy and I |
This long journey called life, full of strife
Had it been any different, it wouldn't be fun
To toil and put in hard labour, helped all battles won
We are creatures destined to have happiness and sorrows
Either are just important as the other one
So we cant throw away the hardships and keep the ease
When one is there to complete and complement the other
How else would a person ...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 4:17 pm
Also by Moon.girl:Moongirl.lovediary.three | Unmasked kiss | Nocturnal | The crush | We need a spark | Death | Attacked | Dreams | (untitled) | The beginning | Ramblings | In bitter memory of Old friends who abandoned me | Don't need such people around me | Feelings of a painful heart | Spoof- covid pandemic | Only regret in life | Miss you | Don't know what to say | DDB | Ugly closed doors | Dream weaver | An alien feel | All I see is you my lovely moon | Flight of fantasy | Untitled | Divine powers | Healing prayers | Tornado | Moongirl.revistslife | New chapter of life begins today | Full stop | Destined shore | Happy me | Happiness ahead🚩 | Love pain | Welcome dear!! | Poetic pen | Moongirl.inlove |
Look closely and you’ll see I am not here. Listen to these convincing noises.
Observe my empathetic nodding. Engaged without listening, I am here,
and yet I am not. Behind these eyes, I am in a dusty album between
old pages of black sugar paper. See how I am grey and balding,
but my hair is long and ginger. I appear serious, but I am
smiling through a pair of round NHS spectacles,...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 4:13 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:Dandelion Sun |
A man gets on a plane and sits in first class,
He was approached by the stewardess,a friendly lass.
"Sorry sir you'll have to vacate your seat,
And move to economy to rest your feet."
The man was adamant he was going to stay,
Even though first class he did not pay.
"I'm going on holiday to Torbay and I'm staying here !"
"First class you didn't pay sir,you'll have to move ...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 3:04 pm
Also by hugh:A blind date | Walking the dog | Anglesey Abattoir 200 hit by coronavirus outbreak | Jenny lost her job at the bank,business was dead | Begging | The wiggle of Gail and Braille | A hard cat to swallow | A rat's anger | The banter of three blokes | A shock | Homeless sleeping on the steps | Happy birthday to our Duke of Edinburgh | Fred's loss of drive | Stage fright | The priority of Pete | A wee wait | The stress of Stephen | A message to the devil and a plea to our Lord | A pandemic is on the horizon far worse than the coronavirus |
The shed smells of shit
Its not a shed its a chalet
Its boxed happiness
Its a summery
With a swimming pool
Full of polio
Its the place
Like national sheep
Laughing in unison
Tuesday 30th June 2020 2:43 pm
Also by Phil Kay:New York New York Bronx. |
Sixty times a minute
I have travelled round this face
Three thousand six hundred times an hour
I have faithfully kept pace
Eighty six thousand four hundred times a day
I’ve ticked along
Six hundred and four thousand eight hundred times a week
Always right and never wrong
Eighteen million one hundred and forty four thousands times an average month
Tuesday 30th June 2020 2:08 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Bull In A China Shop | The Dig | Eye Of The Storm | Independence Day | Lucky Coins | Lockdown Birthday | Mask | Save The Planet & Your Heart | Mischievous Pedant | The Biff! | Creation Myth | Blurry | Return To Jungle Land | Chucked | Half Time | Patriot? | The Last Breath Of Evening | Plague Doctor | Sell Me Something More Than Snake Oil And Lies | New Normal | Satan's Dustbin | Clang! | The Midas Touch | The Truth Of Colour | Hoodoo | Banana Republican | It Rained Today | What Have You Got | Pandora's Box |
A hundred days since lockdown began, stockpiling days seems so long ago.
Rationing of pasta, toilet rolls, hand sanitiser, the empty shelves full of woe.
Non essential shops closed along with gyms, restaurants, bars and schools.
Only two persons allowed together, was just one of the new lockdown rules.
A tired nurse went to the shop and broke down, she cried in sheer desperat...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 12:58 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Mamma Mia | Get Me Out Of Here | Lockdown Shopping Revised | Lockdown shopping | The "Tourons" Great Day Out | It is Rubbish | Turn that frown upside down | Independence (Relaxing lock down measures) Day | Happy Fathers Day | Mum To The Rescue.. Well At Least I Tried | Congratulations, Marcus Rashford | Four Men Involved In A Fight | If Foxes Wore Gloves | It's The Simple Things | Why Worry | Moonlit Garden | My New Pet | What is happening to our world? | Never cast a clout | My left hip | Dear Kate | Roses | A Stroll Around Kirkby Lonsdale | Please Take It Home | Take That Lock Down Gig (In Case You Missed It) |
of the boys
Tuesday 30th June 2020 12:20 pm
Also by Philipos:THROUGH CURTAINS | ROCKET MAN | CROCHET | THE GOOD LIFE | HORIZONS | GREAT AND SMALL | LITERATURE | SHERWOOD TALES | GARBAGE DAY | RURAL SCENTS | ANGELICUS | FAULT LINES | TITANIUM | CUTTING EDGE | RITUALS | WEST DERBY CINEMA | INKWELLS | THAMES SIDE TALES | GAVELLING | FLYING TO THE MOON | SAINSBURYS QUEUES | BEING VALUED | HIVES | NOCTURNE | LAST TRAIN TO WOKING | DROPLETS | FORTY FARSAND FEVVERS | PRIORY OF SCILLY | TOUCH DOWNS | FORESEEING CONSEQUENCES | AERIAL OBSERVATION | SUBLIMINAL MESSAGES | GLINTING IN THE LIGHT | CHALK AND OCHRE IMAGES | VARIOUS CAPACITIES | UNFACTUAL REPORTING et al | UNFACTUAL REPORTING | ANCIENT SENTINEL | SHUTTERS | ABSENT THOUGHTS |
The only place
that my hair grows
is in my ears
and in my nose,
of growing old
is hair grows where
it's not supposed!
Tuesday 30th June 2020 12:14 pm
Also by d.knape:TWO OLD DOGS | The Sound Of Rain | HOMELESS MAN | Lactose Intolerance---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | PIGEON COMPLAINT | THE ATTACHMENT | CUSTODY | STRAY CAT | DADS | Our Policy | Pick A Year | Personality Disorder | The Fledgling | She Dreams | Frantic | Whole Milk | Toppling Statues | Butterfly Wings | Copyright | Walking It Back | How To Have A Happy Marriage | Peace Officer | GRASS | LOL | Ours To Keep | Coffee Mate | Poet's Plea |
I was fine in my bubble
just some Moses in my own parting
and yes, you ruined my thoughts
and spun me in antonyms
I always wondered
why I prayed for apocalypse before sleep
and waking up, still whatever,
whatever, was always
whispering planets secretly in my ear
you left me jungles and deserts,
you handed me worlds I never knew
what to do with...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 11:23 am
Also by Clive Culverhouse:Chicago For Hire | Android Ninja Rabbits | Your Lips | Inner Voice | Death In A Lunch Hour | She Took My Hand | Death To Death | When Am I | Messiah | Artemis | Annihilator | Therapy | Showgirl | Man On A Train | I Heard A Man Sing | Anecdote | Enough Is Enough | Saints | Long Have I Stood |
I've seen one like a rose,
Permit to pluck thee
First sight I doze,
Thanks be thou who made me see
This breed is special,
Thou made of meek and honey
What could be more vital,
If thou isn't a journey
Permit to make thee a garden,
Where birds would be guards
There none would be stolen,
Thy fairness told with regards
A being stunning like snow,
With thee I sow!
Tuesday 30th June 2020 8:35 am
Every morning when the birds are singing . They answer my calls and sing me a Song . You feel all is well . What ever they are saying . What ever they feel you can tell . They bring joy . And happines for all . When whistling there tunes . From near or far . What a reaction . O what a Joy .
Tuesday 30th June 2020 7:53 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:EXCUSES MADE | Never in a Month of Sunday’s | Party political | AWOKEN AT NIGHT | All Lives Matter |
For my women you are Successfully Amazing.
Successfully Amazing at its best.
A walking human of love.
As natural as can be don't let the demons in the world take that from you because you are
Potential of Success and Ambition
Amazingly Beautiful to human recognition.
Hey do you see the way she walks.
Tall and straight with confidence.
She's Successfully Amazing.
Tuesday 30th June 2020 5:34 am
Also by SuccessfullyAmazing:Stop Judging Me! | Oh Lord! | Sickle Cell Is No Joke | Wake up Black America | Self love is the best love | No Questions Asked! |
A poetic drama (One Scene)
( Egypt’s parliamentary farce)
(The spokesperson on the presidium strikes the table with a wooden hammer and asks for order. Participants become quiet.
Raise your hands and reflect your views on today’s point of argument— The Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam (GERD ) on Blue Nile. Various people representatives raise hands,
The spokesman say...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 5:15 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:Shenenigans | Fathers Are Wonderful People By Helen Stiner Rice/Translation In Amharic/ by Alem Hailu Gabre Kristos | In memory of a great poet | Kiss me not mom and dad | A poem as a Panacea |
#facebook,#friendship,#loss of friendship,#Social media, #lockdown
You don't have time and so
You're fading slowly from my life
Messages left hanging
Like smoke rings in cyberspace
But the fading is masked
By a feeling of liking and being liked
Which I tend to persist in
Because you still 'like' my stuff
As I do yours
And that seems to be a close enough equivalent
Tuesday 30th June 2020 5:10 am
And something in between.
I guess you could say a small sail,
This way beneath the highlands,
But it’s never the end upon great merits.
Yet the steps in snow hold value besides me,
And the weight of the wind presses on thee,
But the things still stand between reverence.
It’s to be seen in a similar light,
That which makes one free,...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 4:38 am
Also by Alita Moore:don't ask | Safety | Sit in the Wind | making a Rainbow | Again Another Day | My Shadow | Bright Lights | Love | Salt |
From this point on,
I promise to be strong.
I promise to put my babies first, and be a good mom.
I promise to do my best in righting my wrongs.
I promise to remember the word patience...even on days that seem long.
This I promise to you:
I promise to always be true.
I promise to always love you.
I promise to always be your best friend.
I promise that for t...
Tuesday 30th June 2020 3:53 am
Also by Andrea Rodriguez:DETERMINED | Destiny | Remember |
I dedicate this poem to the man behind the mask
A working-class poet
I don’t consider myself a good poet
Because I make a word rhyme
How hard can it be
To rhyme one word in a line
The task is really no task at all
I mean how can you fail
How can you fall?
I am a working-class poet
If a poet at all
Using grandiose words
that plebeians can’t underst...
Monday 29th June 2020 11:37 pm
Also by poemagraphic:Between the lines | Yesterday’s tomorrow | Do it and do it now! | Star Child | The Asgard | For Moon.girl's guidance | Ghost writer (Po Part ii) | Who is Po? Part i | The Burning Question | Washed up on the shore of heartbreak | Who knows? | Gaze averted (Grenfell debacles) | "Only the dead know the end of war" Plato | Chips with everything! | Vengeance | WOL and a coffee |
Ankles crossed and
toes waving I
sigh at the clouded
light that creeps
across the kitchen,
through its windowed
its walls ignored
my jailed stare.
I look at my stilled toes.
Words and image Tommy Carroll
Monday 29th June 2020 10:48 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Watching Stillness |
It’s increasingly hard to be mindful
The moment’s a beauty but the future’s a minefield
I’ve seen my parents lose theirs, grief alter their foundations
It squeezed youth’s last breaths from their necks
turned to face me and told me that I’m next.
Sadness I can take, but it’s the loss
How can I ever push through the feeling of being robbed
Consumed by a weakness that my parents never kn...
Monday 29th June 2020 10:34 pm
Oh my Amy, tender hearted, oh my Amy, mild and meek,
Could you lend me fifty quid, I'll pay you back on Wednesday week?
Lend you fifty quid? Get off it. Lend you fifty quid? Yeah right.
I'd not lend you fifty pence, you lazy, worthless, drunken shite.
Monday 29th June 2020 9:26 pm
Also by branwell kent:No Sense Poem | You're Never Too Old |
after all these months
I may have decided to let you go
because we both know we never belonged to each other
but deep down I still crave for your touch
your fingers carefully moving around my body
your smokey lips on mine
my head laying on your chest, your hands caressing my hair away from my eyes
your arms embracing my tiny body and you saying sweet things in my ears till I f...
Monday 29th June 2020 8:34 pm
Also by Kashish Dawar:let go | wanted | SHE | smile | LIFE | You wanted to live | BUT PLEASE GIVE YOURSELF A CHANCE! | love for myself | I’m grateful | COMPARISON | you! | SO I LIVED! | Was it so hard to love her? | FIRST LOVE | YES! I AM READY FOR IT. | Pain | Everything is right yet it’s not! |
I refuse to let you go!... although you are not mine to claim.
Even more so after every stolen moment together.
My soul feels as though it's occupying my body for the first time.
I can feel and hear my laboured breathing while the sweat created from the explosion of passion runs down each temple.
I hear nothing else but that sound...dragging me back to the moments before when you enter...
Monday 29th June 2020 7:48 pm
A hidden thing, so obvious but unnoticed
What reason is there to talk to me anyway
An empty face, a passing cigarette lit silhouette
Blue ocean turns to green, to inevitable gray and black
Turning and tossing in the depths, screaming into the crushing emptiness
Another person has invaded my soul, he speaks to me in deafening silence
What passes for a day, a night, a calculated rotation, side...
Monday 29th June 2020 7:05 pm
Also by Patrick Kennon:Wilting soul | Mojim drugovima |
The place that reside
Million neurons alive
Foramen Magnum leads the way
To many chambers that lay bare
Bare I say
For there is nothing that stays
Except for one
The chamber that contains
The memories to hold
The memories that haunt
The memories that form
The shadows of our brain
Monday 29th June 2020 6:59 pm
Also by Anmolpreet Kaur:Feelings | A Mighty Word | Lost Soul | Mute By Choice |
Ever since the closing of certain gates
Doors of friendship that claimed sanity
Things are getting better and beautiful
How can friends be daggered enemies
With host of ghosts running their errand on me
What agendas they had, what plans they conspired
I hope she will not try to mess with things anymore
I'm more a loner than a person aimlessly socialising
How could she and...
Monday 29th June 2020 5:22 pm
Also by RoseMary:Who is God? | O my people | Collateral damage | You know? | Home | Live to love | Just a random write | Desire to fly again! | Vigilance | It's the end of the world | To err is human, to forgive divine! | New song in my mind | Gregarious | Relationships | Grave well dug | Temporal | Assorted views | Voices | Environment friendly virus | His will shall prevail | Unlocking the doors | Time traveller | Harbingers of goodness and mercy | Ambassadors of love and peace | New world order | Pandemic onslaught |
When my youthfulness was running sweetly
and of age did not anticipate
assumed immortality my life be filled completely
not knowing, time the stranger would not wait.
With that stupidly blind assumption
any thoughts of death were furthest from my mind
but the ticking clocks consumption
had my grim guaranteed certificate duly signed
How shocked when my realisations...
Monday 29th June 2020 4:09 pm
Also by Mr LEON STOLGARD:Sentinel | Love unquestionably | Johnny's old roller | Grinning and bearing it | Comparing evaluations of Natures omnipresence's | Magic Mechanic | Knife edge of love | Hush time | F-Armageddon | morbid reversals |
Cryptic 9 down 1 across – after Malika Booker
Poem inspired by “The Golden Shovel” technique - A Parable of Sorts by Malika Booker the line used was “Us black rats with our rouge swagger that spoke.”
The title is taken from the number of lines in the golden shovel but also based upon the fact that black people are 9 times more likely to be stopped and searched in this country.
We knew th...
Monday 29th June 2020 3:23 pm
'What's for dinner, chef?' said the house fly,
From his perch on the roll of kitchen towel.
He wasn't to know.
'Nothing you'd like.' I sighed
'Surprise me!' he replied.
It is summer, and last night,
Mosquitos robbed me of blood and sleep.
So when cooking a pasta sauce,
Is a creed that I heed.
'Go on, surprise me!'
So I did. And I was right.
He didn't like it.
Monday 29th June 2020 1:36 pm
I ain't a puppet, and don't wish to be one
This life is mine, I wish to live and have some fun
The way I want to live in city or wilderness
It ain't anyone's task to see what I don't want to see
I ain't a puppet, so let me be what I want to be
I have my dreams and wishes so help me achieve these
I do wish to help you with your wishes too
But for that don't bury my dream...
Monday 29th June 2020 12:23 pm
Also by Ghazala lari:Who am I? | amidst everything* |
Criminal deceit is out on the street
Along with its partner in crime called conceit.
The far right's in plain sight,
The far left's more discreet.
Monday 29th June 2020 10:30 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:FOOT, FOOT, FOOTSIE! | ABSURD IS THE WORD! | QUESTION | HOCUS-POCUS | NEBULOUS NOTIONS | DESECRATING CHURCHILL'S STATUE | NEWS REPORT | 131 NEVER CAME HOME |
The little scavangers,
At the school fence,
Piercing the school window
With a look tense.
A boy of ten,
And of five,
Accompanied with a girl,
Little bit a knaive.
Oh my God!
They're entering into the fence,
All the boys and girls inside,
Looking at them,
With great malice.
Somebody says, "Call the guard."
While some suggest, 'police'
But I'm at my wits end to know,
Monday 29th June 2020 7:51 am
Also by DR. MUKUND BHANDARI:Dispell the Darkness of Death! | Bring the Dragon to Book | Let's Stop the Coloured Masquerades... | Explore Missing Edge... | .. be Ready to Change.. | (untitled) | ON YOUR DEPARTURE... | TEACHER | BEAT DOWN CORONAS ,,, | Only Future Knows | Scavanger, the King of Corona | Only Hell for You | COMPLETE CALM | SHIVA : THE SAVER | Be Believer, Be Bold... | MERRY TRIBUTES | WE POSSESS HUMAN SOUL | But Not This.. |
The story is the same
It’s always the same
Escape from wall to wall people
Desiring a different experience
Hear my heart beat
Solitude where are you?
For once to be truly alone
Ways to seek
Seek and you will find
New Year’s Day finds me in a forest
Far from the moderate crowd
Rain lashes down and I care not
Monday 29th June 2020 6:38 am
Also by email@example.com:The Dawning of Understanding | Finding Himself In Nature | Amber | The Ancient Tree | BEAUTY OF YOUR NATURE | Nature Freely Gives | The Same Thing Anyway | So Many Words | If I Take My Leave | Art Of Being | Footsteps | TO THE MOUNTAIN TO FREEDOM | Boots 1 | Come Work In Our Factories |
A flash of remembrance on a start again day
The crumbling of memory, times fade away,
The dominant discourse is undoubtedly drear
The rolling of thunder, the future unclear.
Mesmerised masses accept the news of the day,
Never question the legitimacy of those who hold sway,
This woke intelligentsia virtue-signal it's true
They tear up the debt that we owe to the few.
Sunday 28th June 2020 11:10 pm
Also by John E Marks:Los heraldos negros | Blue remembered hills | A Blessing | As I walked | Non, Je ne regrette rien | A Country Blues | Federico del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús García Lorca | A waiting time | Bloomsday | I sang in my chains, like the sea | Nothing more | Revising the rain | Lover | Lost | Soft Shoe Shuffle | Heaven | Paralysis |
There comes a time
when the tiny sapling will be a tree
ignoring all sighs,wounds and strom.
If you wish ,come and sit
under its shade.
There will be time when
we tide over the vortex.
There must be a time when
live to the fullest extent again.
Hold you fist tight and welcome
the sobs and pains now.
Tomorrow we shall sing again.
Sunday 28th June 2020 7:56 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:An Enmity ! | Suddenly... | Mystic Pain | A Tale You Know | Being a poet | Shadow | (untitled) | Makeshifts |
One Life is not enough
For those who are optimistic
those who have positive thinking and progressive mind
To create things, to implement ideas
To explore all colors of life
Life is like an ocean of opportunities
to explore talent,
to see the whole worldwide,
to discover new aspects of life by connecting things with ideas
which can’t be grabbed at a time...
Sunday 28th June 2020 7:54 pm
(This might come across as a bit dewy-eyed. In fact, although I made a good living out of it for more than 20 years, for the sake of the planet and my grandchildren, I don't mourn the loss of the coal industry)
Around the town of Barnsley there were 30,000 men
In hey-days of their glory; that was when
They worked the local mines for coal,
Descending down a half mile hole
Sunday 28th June 2020 3:28 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE STUPIDEST NATION ON THE PLANET | MURMURATION | THE BIG ISSUE 2 | WHAT I COULD HAVE LEARNED IN LOCKDOWN | LET THE HEARTACHES BEGIN | SUSPENDED SENTENCE | TEARING DOWN THE WALLS OF HEARTACHE | DRAW THE MUSIC | LA VIE EN ROSE | "GINGER UP" | HIDEAWAY | MICHAEL'S STORY | A BLACK LIFE DOESN'T MATTER ANYMORE |
Like a small puff, in a tiny room
Stiflingly hot, windows shut
Curtains drawn, the power is out, the storm knocked out the lines
The boys across the street, wait and watch, for one glimpse
What of their lives, ambitionless and aimless
Drunk on youth, the flavors are currently strong
The tiny whiff, of air escaping from the outside world, into a room
Sunday 28th June 2020 1:53 pm
Also by Ananya:Age Appropriate | People who kill themselves |
The light flickers and quivers,
dancing on the ground.
Above my head the summer foliage sways in the breeze.
Thick and luxuriant,
it ripples and undulates like shifting waves of greenery in an ocean of leaves.
I inhale the intoxicating presence of the avenue of trees,
gazing at sunbathers spread eagled on the grassy slopes
and walkers strolling gently downhill.
Sunday 28th June 2020 12:29 am
Also by Jill Ashforth:Lockdown Walk | Dawn | In Memory | Rain |
I'm supposed to be going to Spain next month
but I shan't be going
Most people pronounce it wrong
but I speaka da lingo
pero solo un poco
Packed in on the plane facemasked
with restrictions galore in the resort
I can't be doing with it
So I won't be going to Spain
I'll be staying at home
living a life mundane
Saturday 27th June 2020 11:40 pm
Also by Brian Maryon:IN ASDA | Footie's Back! | Inspired by an Old Fisherman | The Mob |
I love you like an atheist makes the sign of the cross; out of reflex, with no real hope of finding salvation or heaven.
I watch you like I’m a firefly trapped in a jar, sometimes envying the finality of the moth that was free enough to find its own flame to ride into peace.
I find you in the lines of love stories, the clink of a knife upon a glass, in proclamations left unsai...
Saturday 27th June 2020 3:39 pm