When Jim married Claire ,she was blonde,
But something happened which broke the bond.
"Your hair colour has changed Claire ,it was brown,
I feel as if you have disappointedly let me down !
Now I am married to a girl with dark brown hair,
I'm going to sue you for bleach of promise Claire !!"
Friday 17th September 2021 6:57 pm
Also by hugh:7000 steps a day could cut your risk of dying by 70 percent | Emma Raducanu , a fairy tale | The funding to create more G.P.'s and nurses is not enough !! | Ban assisted dying and keep us all alive |
A river runs gently caressing the sands, reaching out to touch the shore
her moods changing with every bend and turn, leaving you wanting more
as the wind blown tree's whisper their serenade to the purple sky
a dream of her dancing to the natural song occupies your inner eye
an innocent touch sends the heart screaming like the hawk that's free to glide
Friday 17th September 2021 6:53 pm
Also by Thomas Little wolf jr.:Simply poetry |
Life is not just living day to day,
Or Pay to Pay,
Like work - eat - sleep – repeat
Is not the way to behave.
Life is about being bold and being brave,
You have a life to save – your own!
Life is nothing but a finite number of seconds untill they’re bare,
And if Time is the true currency of life, then a real rich man invests it with care.
Friday 17th September 2021 6:46 pm
How do you fight the Taliban in Afghanistan
Only a few options to choose
I would have giving arms to the Afghan women
For sure, they had the most to lose
Friday 17th September 2021 6:43 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:NOTHING TO GRAIN | VINE TUNING |
What does anyone know of my rebelliousness,
my tears of blood,
of the wounds of my thoughts?
What does anyone know
if my heart is a dreary and deep space,
if it is perfect or imperfect,
or a chaos of mirages?
What does anyone know
if my weeping has long strands,
whether my days are electric or serene,
or if I live an autumn of orphanhood?
Friday 17th September 2021 2:53 pm
Friday 17th September 2021 1:08 pm
Also by d.knape:Itch | Possession Of Poetry | Morning | Moments & Moons | Basset Hounds | His & Hers | Before Our Very Eyes | A Chair | Our Agents Are Currently Busy | Exercise | Dementia | Moonlight | Parker | September | E.R. |
From the eerie, cool night
She drifted in
With her coal-black eyes
and pale white skin
From a shallow grave, inhaling sin
To the village she crawled,
to feed within
As the moonlight shone
most soundly slept
Into the flesh of their minds,
she wriggled & crept
To expose a secret
they had quietly kept
And devour their souls,
'til nothing was lef...
Friday 17th September 2021 10:18 am
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:One's Crap & PisStory | Prelude to a working day | A Single Tear | Your Protector | A Beautiful, Dreamy Poetry Day, MASSACRE! |
The beach that looks out on the Channel
is uncomfortable, hard to walk on,
mainly shingle with just a hint of sand.
Difficult to sit on. But undeniably British.
The amusement arcade
adjoining the caravan park
boasts of classic slot machines
from the Sixties and Seventies.
The shore is quiet. Only
the sound of waves lapping,
the mournful cries of gulls.
Friday 17th September 2021 10:05 am
Also by Greg Freeman:London September 2021 | Shade | Sunrise |
This veiled, sleepy, magical scene
brings a sense of mystery our way
This misty Autumnal morning
brings the promise of a beautiful day
Photo credit Dr Amir Khan
Friday 17th September 2021 8:08 am
Also by julie callaghan:Red Kite | The Mythical Story Of Devil’s Bridge | 9/11 2021 | Hazy September Morning | Just Two Frolicking Rabbits | So Frustrating | Wild Swan | Rich Pickings (rewrite) | Rich Pickings | Late Summer, Early Morning | Busy Bumble Bee | Herdy | The First Of September |
In afternoon glow
I ought to take an interest in death
but I don´t find it a stimulating subject
it has to do with acceptance.
This is comforting since I’m not religious
but has a strong spiritual streak.
I believe in the mystic.
What we fail to understand in normal life can be understood by
a second sight.
I can see the near future
based on experience.
Friday 17th September 2021 8:03 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:alright then | minimum wage | MY Africa | the sea ghosts | ephiphany | we must haste | surgery | sceptical | trapped | writing and movies | a lesson learned | bedtime | temptation | the bookshelf | a dirge | Bosporus | the lucky ship |
strange days indeed, this vibrant hillside bazaar
a fiddle, wooden drum and scratched guitar
robes flowing, grey thinning hair
pilgrims like starlings flocking there
both having nowhere else to fly
milk Arthur’s airy-fairy legend dry
aged hippies, yippies living out their youth
busk, juggle, beg in search of a truth
vegan joss and nicotine fritter away each day
Friday 17th September 2021 6:30 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:Cradle | Haiku |
A cacophony of virtual,
connected through veins of
communication in vacuum.
catapulted via videoconferencing.
coercively (in)visible, our in-person
community seemingly vanquished.
closing our villages
creates new vanguards.
Friday 17th September 2021 5:27 am
Also by S Sampson:Tropical rain vs drizzle | Rainy Season in Hà Nội | Restoration |
What is this emotion that I feel.
The opinion you have was clear.
A warning sign probably a better way of saying it
A sliver of truth mixed in with other words.
My thoughts are unclear at this moment.
Everything is so fresh.
I haven’t given myself time.
Allowing myself to process how I feel.
I thought I knew what I was feeling for you.
The way I felt in your arms.
Friday 17th September 2021 12:35 am
A crinkled fountain,
Every ripple a wish
Just floating to meet
Its very next of kin;
Because won't there be
A reign of similarity
In this aquatic
Tapestry of humanity?
Friday 17th September 2021 12:03 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Conclave | Phonograph | Reprised | Timelines | Cityscape |
Drop the less obvious, the cryptic clue;
I expect that from others, not from you.
Your talent is to give it to me straight;
Which is why you remain my friend and mate.
So please, no subtle hints, no secret code;
My kind of game is where all hands are showed.
Discreet intimations just leave me cold;
I need the direct, the up-front, the bold.
Inklings and whispers are no soli...
Thursday 16th September 2021 9:53 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Johnny Bang-Bang | Beethoven | The Peppers | Old Writer |
If I had wings I'd fly
but I don't, so I walk
I walk around
and whilst walking around I think
I think about things
things like wingspans and thermals
and my complete lack of wings
Thursday 16th September 2021 9:15 pm
Also by Telboy:Ekeing Out The Grains | That Friday |
Thursday 16th September 2021 8:18 pm
Also by John E Marks:Emptiness | WINTER IS COMING | The bridge of sighs | The smell of tar | PARALYTIC | The sign of the cross | Warmer than blood | The price of coal | A rose garden, at altitude, under occupation | SUBMISSION |
there’s a resemblance
harmony more sympathetic
it standing out from the rest
not sure what to do with it
fuck it eat it
love it would be hardest yet
when you almost feel your
synapses firing you admit
you never had a say in
your response to it
Thursday 16th September 2021 5:19 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Minutiae | Forever Chemicals | Promotion | “Stubborn” in eleven languages (by order of need) |
I'm a woman
But not the palatable kind
Men see me
They want a taste but often can't stomach it
I writhe and thrash around
Until they have to spit me out
But women always see me
The whole of me
The pit of me
Every last bit of me
They don't complain that I'm too dark
To shine their torches through me
And make me bright
I never bend to their will
But I ...
Thursday 16th September 2021 12:41 pm
Fellow Baby Boomers like myself will no doubt recall him. He appeared on Opportunity Knocks during the 1960’s.
OK was a talent show – a forerunner of BGT and The X Factor and all those other similar programmes predicated on low-cost TV. It was hosted by Hughie Green whose only talent seemed to be to pull a face every now and then. But it’s reassuring this tradition of talentless presenters w...
Thursday 16th September 2021 10:40 am
Also by John Coopey:REFUGEES | STRESS | GARDEN OF LOVE (YOUR MOTHER'S SYCAMORE TREE) | THE LORD'S PRAYER |
Fresh blood dripping
But the wound is old.
With a smile, too cold.
With layers to unfold.
Yet a sigh of relief,
As it reaches closure.
Hoping no relapses, as it's the
Cessation of a story untold...
Thursday 16th September 2021 6:39 am
I told you I'd be there
I can't forgive myself if anything happens
I'd walk to hell and back
To make sure your head is okay
Your depression may be more than my word
My touch is more than it
So listen to me forever
I know you're your own worst enemy
So God damn it I'm not leaving you behind
I know the demons say
That you're better off not here
All the bleach bath,...
Thursday 16th September 2021 2:37 am
Also by Damon Blackery:(untitled) | 12 years |
PET SHOP STORY
I should get up and sell mice
but I'll stay here instead
in the warm, embryonic bed,
and what is a mouse's life?
Getting your head crushed
for a bit of cheese,
or squirming like an addict
under the merciless paw.
I sink in dreams, a jaded skull
trailing hair all the way down
to the sad, depleted market
where I meet the others:
Wednesday 15th September 2021 10:41 pm
Also by john short:HOMUNCULUS |
Sleep don't matter
if the heart wanders all over the place.
Deep it sets on emotions,
Following motions the heart takes.
Some are like a heart attack,
Some are like genuine joy.
Past the time it felt sorrow,
The time it felt nothing but hollow,
Difficult times were times we were to swallow.
But we decided to smile.
Pass the minute,
Its compass is never set...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 7:38 pm
Also by Kelvin Sipho Masilela:religion | am I lazy | phase don't last | hidden scars, unhealed wounds |
They have left behind their country,
Some of them by plane,
Some of them by boat,
Others less fortunate only have their legs
And do not hesitate to use them.
They have traveled with hope,
Hope to live a normal life,
Just they want to work,
Just they want to study,
Just they want to eat something
at the end of the day.
They have carried their diplomas ...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 2:45 pm
VOICE IN SACRED HEARTS
Three voices, clear as bells but
more beautiful, blended as one in a
heaven made for the occasion and
hung from the vaulted ceiling,
each note a perfection,
each phrase a blaze of brilliance,
each song a longing to capture
every cornered soul; and in return
to offer, as bread and as wine,
a tiny part of the body and blood
of a new lord...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 1:04 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:VOICE IN SACRED HEARTS |
Did you think any of this was right?
Did you realize you were in too far to change your mind?
Did you think it would be easier to just turn out the light?
Do you understand that more than a part of me died?
Do you think that someday, somehow, I will be alright?
Do you think you're the bigger person for putting off the fight?
Do you think I still don't see your face ever...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 3:14 am
He seeks no answer
Yet he asks to seek a fight
It's just not worth it
Wednesday 15th September 2021 1:47 am
Also by Clive:When the Storm is Over | Stormy Day | Stuck in a Rut | Rainy Day | When Things Go Wrong | Time | Lost |
in a tense tennis battle two teenage stars of the future each want to win - - - so badly
Wednesday 15th September 2021 12:53 am
Also by Nigel Astell:Dare We Keep On Dreaming | Convincing Someone Like You |
I now wish to live
Not just survive
The survival mode
Has been always there
Since a long time
I now wish to laugh
Not just simply smile
Has been always there
Since I was told so
I now wish to fly
Not just go on crawling
Couldn't even walk
Since just too long
I wish to be happy
Wednesday 15th September 2021 12:45 am
Also by Moonlight:8. Poem | 7. Poem | 6. Poem | poem 5 | poem 5 |
You say you like a play on words, you say they make you laugh,
Then come on back to mine and let's get dirty in the bath.
Tuesday 14th September 2021 10:43 pm
There's this to say for getting old:
You take more care against the cold
And value each new day.
And this to say for getting old:
You want to keep and not to scold
The children at their play.
And this to say for getting old:
It's always welcome to be told
To take a seat and stay.
And this to say for getting old:
You may not be so brash and bold,
Tuesday 14th September 2021 3:43 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:SICK | IN THE WIND | "A" PLUS AND "A" MINUS | MAUDLIN DAWDLING |
emotion has no language
but still it melts
when someone touches it
Tuesday 14th September 2021 1:40 pm
Angel’s Wings GLA 4/09/2021
With this voice a choice for freedom kept.
And you deserve this gift on Angels wings to Lift.
With their precious care is kept your soul to rest.
On cotton clouds a nest.
Tuesday 14th September 2021 10:56 am
I see a couple standing together hand in hand, he says this is my woman she said he is my man,
There is something deeper here that we will never fully understand, they passed away some years ago yet proceed to walk this land.
Let your spirits teach you, lessons of life and love, no matter where you stand below or just above and fly together gracefully on the flight path of a dove 🕊️
Tuesday 14th September 2021 8:31 am
Also by Luke:Farther and son | Loves fire | Established/ ment |
They pass by me in complete perfected execution,
whilst my breath is tightly held,
at their undisturbed, emotionless in-humanity.
For these Kings Cross Robots douse me in fear
that they may see I am not one of them.
& how likely it does feel
that in this systematic powerhouse
of cogs and machines,
that they will soon turn to me, and laugh
in unwarranted amusement,
at I, the broken mac...
Tuesday 14th September 2021 3:56 am
Also by Connor Hamilton:From the Winter of Discontent | Creativity's Passing | This, That, This, That | Cautious Kisses |
Why is it so easy to give other people advice but when it comes down to myself I can never follow my own?
Why is it that it's easy to help others but never myself?
Why.... is the question we all sometimes wonder about but never really have an answer to.
So I'm just gonna keep on hoping that one day the answer will come to me because wondering why can be a lifelong question.
Monday 13th September 2021 11:17 pm
The mirror is strange in the things it reflects
As each morning it stares at me silent , yet quizzical of memory absorbed
Each day that I squint at it blinking into the light of each forgotten dawn
What can it hide what does it convey, what can it remember what can it say
It’s grey face reflecting the room, mist on the surface hides the forthcoming day.
Slicing my hand ...
Monday 13th September 2021 10:10 pm
Also by Edbreathe:Chinewrde | sPIT fiRe |
Distracted by a wisp of clouds,
I find myself on this lonely shore,
In distant hawks I soar vicarious,
wheeling through white powder,
Showers of droplets mix with salted tears
Watching all the years run past like sprinting deer
How they flew, far and near, to here, in quiet repose
Monday 13th September 2021 9:17 pm
Now it seems I am to live forever
all those dead come to me in dreams.
Insistently they put it to me
that I am not living at all.
Only they can risk everything
after losing time and time again.
Only they will race up a mountain
having learnt only how to fall.
I awake and review my agenda
insinuations still echoing loud.
It's only after long meditation
I learn to hear another vo...
Monday 13th September 2021 7:42 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:come over the stream | The Grandmaster Comments | Apocalypse Now | The First Word Is The Deepest |
Always trust a man in a shirt, the politicians say,
wear a tie for special effect when entering the fray.
If at first you don't succeed just change your upper half
then check that mirrors never lie and all will be OK.
Monday 13th September 2021 5:41 pm
Age is defined as a number
Old and fit, even if others slumber
Wrinkly and crinkly is what they see
The heart may still be young and free
Nothing can stop you from having fun
Dancing, singing or bathing in the sun
Even running a 26.2 miles marathon
No need to be shy, you are still number one
Live life to the fullest regardless of age
Your book flowing with ever...
Monday 13th September 2021 2:34 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:Cash Cash |
Although I'm super safe harness goggles well wrapped
Ear plugs in windproof attire snug secure no gaps
Fast heart irregular beat
Sweaty palms cold feet
Safe yet frightened
Amplified fears senses.. heightened
Here goes make way
So so high
Have to look down to see the birds fly
Blinded almost by clouds
Monday 13th September 2021 2:17 pm
In my infancy I only remember darkness
The stillness, a damp and murky existence
Only very occasionally feeling any movement
It seemed that this was it…my life
The strangest thing was the feeling of growth; slowly forming in the black wilderness
Seemingly taking up more room than usual and a sensation of not being alone in here?
Time passed very slowly in the endless da...
Monday 13th September 2021 11:58 am
Gaunt thoughts blaze, what flicker is gaslight; intrusion of mind, how emanations choke, this shortness of breath within me How your words gather, to weigh heavy as death upon my chest; figures of dark, shades cast from the light, how I steep in this saturation of mind; I gather me around me, in extrospection I feel as loneliness; this pervading of mind, to be of madness; declining in circles, I w...
Sunday 12th September 2021 8:49 pm
It darkens me in the glass garden,
from the marriage of the rose and the hyacinth
a snowdrop was born.
In a barrel of wine
they threw me into space
between the sun and the moon,
silently I reaped the stars.
They brought me back alive
to grow old in a greenhouse,
and not to be afraid of bad people,
because I have one dying
and poetry for nine lives.
Sunday 12th September 2021 8:00 pm
Also by Sanja Atanasovska:I drank your wine |
My beginnings are frantic and fraught
Ideas wild, untamed, unexplored
Fretted over, juggled and wrestled with
Battles with words, structure, themes
Wrangled, squeezed, changed
Trampled, shaped, honed
Polished, preened and shuffled
Finally caught and found right
From the wilderness finally emerges
Something which pleases
Sunday 12th September 2021 3:43 pm
Also by Brenda Wells:Grey |
Flowers & Hummingbirds
I hear the wind over your voice every morning
Something sweet of your breath while I am running
In the willow leaves woven is golden hair
The bronze-valley of her eyes when the sun comes
Begin to glow
I keep running not knowing where I’m going
She is there
I know I would like to go home
Flowers and hummingbirds know the story
Sunday 12th September 2021 2:14 pm
Also by Caleb Gorey:Hazel Valley Fever | Philodendron |
The buildings have collapsed
Caved in on themselves
The signs were there
But always overlooked
Deterioration was prevalent
No one seemed to care
Forever looking to the stars for answers
We now see
Sunday 12th September 2021 7:21 am
Also by Cody Roach:From the dust |
Saturday 11th September 2021 3:37 pm