Poetry Blogs (Jan 2021)
Will the family tree forever forbid
the construction of a hamlet of hope,
insisting instead on a Potemkin village
primed for sardonic remembrance to pillage,
with all those anachronistic injections
of melancholy and ire and rejection?
Perhaps the bloodline is too boisterous,
the pedigree far too traitorous...
Sunday 31st January 2021 9:36 pm
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Autoimmune | Zeitgeist Zealots | Mythomania | House of Atreus | Mangling the mea culpa... | Besieged | Gods & Playthings | Antinomy | The Ego's Cuirass | Milky Way Woes | Chivalry | Time to dust off the 'Areopagitica'? | Stephen Dedalus | Wolf | Libations |
She's building since she was a little child
Not always living free and wild.
She learnt to take down' some small bricks
But certain things' make the bigger bricks stick .
Words that wore said
Never left her head
And made the wall grow taller .
In her bed the words consume
In return leaves her feeling smaller.
Sunday 31st January 2021 6:36 pm
Also by Lysa d:Five stages of ask my ballowx |
Always thinking of new topics
With hands in my warm pockets
Sometimes it can be very easy
Making me feel so blithe and breezy
But some days, it can be hard
Feeling like the brain is barred
Don’t want to bore my lovely fans
Drawing out various ideas and plans
There is so much to write about
But I continue smiling inside out
Making my pieces short and unique...
Sunday 31st January 2021 6:02 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:Eyes Do The Talking | Let It Snow | Cheer Up | The Storm | Put Your Hands Up | Enjoying Life | Full Lockdown Again | Be Yourself | The New Year |
A peasant girl conjured by song, her story-
and my tower of arguments
tumbles right away.
Guardians of my status quo
thin like smoke
and are gone.
I myself bead with sweat
to establish a homestead
where the lark and the kite soar free.
And if morning tide shows my holy fever
cured and way downstream
let me shiver at the ...
Sunday 31st January 2021 5:56 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Same As The Old Dream | Some Lines Wanting More | A Good Time To Go To A Better Place? | Moon Charm | As Time Goes By | Birdsong Resumes | An Old Tale | In The Agora | No Mechanism | Thoughts Of Spring | The Day |
A Game Of Pool (part 4)
Anyone else would have taken it as a compliment
When Fat-boy said
“Signs of a misspent youth”
But my dad didn’t see it as such
He brought the cue down on Fat-boy’s head
Smashing the cue in half
And splitting Fat-boy’s head clean open
His reaction shocked everyone in the room
And I was used to his violent mood swi...
Sunday 31st January 2021 5:35 pm
Also by kJ Walker:A Game Of Pool (part 3) | A Game Of Pool (part 2) | A Game Of Pool (part 1) |
The world seemed white for a while
Even though some were roasting
They fell so perfectly into their pile
Like soldiers from heaven rescuing
They covered our sadness
Glazed over the madness
A distraction from dangers
Landed beautiful strangers
The world seemed white for a while
All the dirt and the darkness covered
By sparkling diamonds with style
Over them we tentatively hove...
Sunday 31st January 2021 4:27 pm
Also by Alonelymouse:Honestly |
Our bodies borrowed from the universe
Made of stardust
Everywhere and nowhere at once
Souls having a human experience
Moving ego aside to freedom
Inspiration guiding our actions
Through universal connections
How often the truth hides
Right there in plain site
Seek and we find
I am the seasons
Life to renew
I am divine
And so are you
Sunday 31st January 2021 3:34 pm
Also by Dean Fraser:Wainwright - The Shaper of Lives | Heather | To Dream Of Greatness | To Dream Of Greatness | It Must Be Him | John | Windermere Calls Me Back | Walking With Butterflies |
Come on, come on, close!
Won’t these lift doors ever close?
You breathe into my mouth
my fingers invade your finery
I was hypnotised across the table
by the explicit silk of your bare shoulders
Now hot air slathers at my forearms
as our legs entangle their thick reef-knot
Behind this crashing waterfall
no one can hear us moan
as you’re bitten for the thrill of it
And in this lift, we ...
Sunday 31st January 2021 3:23 pm
Also by Tom Alexander:Murmuration |
When talking about rights, we often mistake rights, as something only humans can possess. But rights are nobody's property. Human being is not the only organism on Earth. We mustn't forget that we share Earth with numerous other species. Hence, every organism has got rights. But we don't respect these rights. Here's a poem that depicts the feelings of a few animals who've been captured and oppress...
Sunday 31st January 2021 2:20 pm
Also by Mahira Pamnani:The light of love |
They call the first full moon
of the new year
the Wolf Moon
such an intriguing name
such a beautiful sight
you want to pull it closer
as it casts its spell upon you
it lights the winter sky
fills you with awe and reverence
I don't want the scientific explanation
I don't need to know
I like the moon the way it is
full of romance and mystery
a thing of bea...
Sunday 31st January 2021 12:10 pm
Also by d.knape:JEST | LAYING DOWN THE LAW | THOUGHTS | A COVID-FREE POEM | REVIEWS | NOT WRITING | THE LITTLE MAN | A Single Poem | (untitled) | THE MASK | CELEBRITY | BABIES | The Man On The Bridge | Hard Scrabble | Spousal Abuse | BIG BEND | Hospital Gown | Oh Say Can You Say | THE MULE | Tails To The Wind | Easy Come, Easy Go | GENDER NEUTRALITY | Out Of Context | THE NOTHING BURGER | HIGH, TEXAS | SURGERY INSTRUCTIONS | 3RD CHILDHOOD---a poem by O.L. Buzzerd | DEAD END | GOOD EGG | HOLEY JEANS | Closing Out The Year | BIG TECH |
A Love Song
There was a time
When love defined
All of the things
life could show
By routine & time
Upon our own tide
we ebb and we flow
A fork in the road
A different abode
What would these old eyes
Of mine now see?
Perhaps without love
Perhaps then I could
Get over how much
You mean to me...
Sunday 31st January 2021 11:38 am
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:A Better Life | Who? | Mr Rhubarb | Night-time Serenade | A Cadenza | We! | Broken Friends | Nectar | A New Breath |
It does not matter
if we choose to dismiss it
if we do not believe it is true
It does not matter
If we feel no threat or danger
if we think it is just like the flu
It does not matter
if we prefer not to see it
if we switch off the daily news
It does not matter
if we select not to hear about it
if we hold our own beliefs and views
It does not matter
how we describe it
there is n...
Sunday 31st January 2021 11:10 am
Also by julie callaghan:One Rabbit Or Two | The Visitors | Mr Shouty And Little Miss Pouty | A Dark Day | Trees That Now Span The River | Robin | Hours Of Fun | Like Snowdrops We Should Be | Snowy Walk | Snowdrops | Tulips | Storm Christoph | Donald The President, Trump, Trump, Trump | Hope Holds The Key | A Picture Of Mixed Emotions | The Wheel Of Lockdown | Close your eyes | The Mannequin Challenge | Just Get Through Any Way! | Remember You're A Human | Must Try Harder | I Preferred Yesterday’s Walk | Today's Walk | Empty Nest Again Amended | Empty Nest Again | Her World, Sun, Moon And Stars | Covidcoaster | Christmas Seems So Long Ago |
What is the real world?
Now, where do we live?
Can't we forgive?
Do we ever learn?
Our minds like a sieve?
Some say, "We need war."
But all war is hell --
Yet peace we repel
The twisted with hatred
are under a spell.
The real world is we,
The real world is them--
Sharing, to free --
Diverse as we are,
Can't we disagree?
Now, it seems
fear is ruling our day.
"Might is ...
Sunday 31st January 2021 8:33 am
Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:Almost Entered | Already Written | Window Frame |
There is a hole in the world,
And all the common sense and good will pours in with the tumbling seas,
And it’s not for want of knowledge or understanding that we stand back and watch it flow away,
It’s just that we imagine that this is a problem that can be saved for another day,
But other days aren’t coming,
And the price of our wanton, wilful ignorance is numbing,
See, you learn from a ...
Sunday 31st January 2021 8:13 am
Also by Jason Bayliss:Terra Mater (Mother Earth) | Definition? | If I Was A Sailor | A Walking | Don’t Cry | Dumbstruck | Save Me A Place At The Table |
George was diagnosed with cancer three years ago,
Monthly treatments had kept the symptoms low.
He was told he would survive another ten years.
But the covid pandemic severely hightened his fears.
He was told that if he catches covid,his cancer treatment would stop,
As a consequence into his coffin George sadly did pop.
In his case his cause of death was covid not cancer,...
Sunday 31st January 2021 3:55 am
Also by hugh:News update | My first twenty years | A footballer's regret | How to lose weight | The warmth of a song | A drive for passion by Blodwen for Boris at 74 | Old age does not come alone | A false call to the police but they were not caught out | There's something fishy going on | Time to shine | Bob was a cut above his fellow pupils at his new school | A distressed little lad | A deaf dog blog | Her dog's message to an elderly lady hit by covid | Nasty words | "Darling please give him one more chance." | A broken new years resolution | Poor attendance at a concert in Wales due to coronavirus | Stripped by a taxi !!And an act of kindness by a homeless girl. | Don's passion for maths didn't add up. | Let us pray...........At home . | Losing his load !! | Sally was homeless due to abuse | Admittance to Heaven was restricted for 4 months | Sad lad ! | To beat the virus we must UNITE !! | Times are tough for burglars and the police | Mass unemployment !! But overtime for the few. | A hands on situation | Neil was arrested because he couldn't stand |
I feel it itching under my skin
clawing away deep inside
I thought i could be myself around you
now i am just sorry that I ever tried
I find myself bending over backwards for you
trying to leap through these flaming hoops
Still, it isn't a choice that you choose
For that wouldn't ever, benefit you
We're winding down this endless road
neither of us can find any hope.
Still we hold ont...
Sunday 31st January 2021 1:44 am
There is no winning or losing possible
Only what we let go of and what we keep,
Because we don't know the final outcome
Or the purpose of anything.
And positivity and negativity are as good as each other
When nothing much matters,
So it all comes down to not what we want to be or have
But what we want to feel.
Sunday 31st January 2021 1:30 am
Also by Aviva Rifka Bhandari:Approaching Melting Point | To Be Decided | Travelling Together | There Are Still Dinosaurs | The Real Deal | To My Daughters About Dreams | Lessons From A Wandering Sun | All They Have Got | The Gift Of Life | The Strength Least Expected | Resolution | Pieces | Here Until Then | Imagine All The People... | Whatever You Do | Nature's Hug | Make A Space In Your Heart | Careless Breeze | Centre Of The Universe | Surrounded By Love | Just For A Moment | We Are All Of Us | What I Am Today | Poetry As A Means Of Meditation | I Am A Phoenix (Welcome The Phoenix) | Music To Live By | A Way Of Living | Lost In Translation | I Am From Experience Into Expertise | On Being A Phoenix |
Maybe in twenty years I'll see
My utter ridiculousnessary
I'll smile at the joke
My ignorance evokes
It will be a smile
Smeared in lines
Maybe I'll howl
Alone in the car
Or blinking at stars
Wherever my folly finds my life
Wherever I am my eyes burning bright
Whatever will forgive and place itself
Neatly upon its littered shelf
A piece fit ri...
Saturday 30th January 2021 11:19 pm
Also by Collin Pulmano:What? | Strings Push High Across the Sand | Mr. Watts | Point | Breaktime | 2021 | Noiro | February |
When getting to much, is never enough.
You know personally.
That dealing with a sex addiction is fuckin` tough stuff.
In the check-out lines, and on the sides of the street.
Everywhere I go, I am hoping to meet.
Those like minded partners.
To make todays fantasy complete.
I think of kinky things to do, all day in a daze.
Imagining having sex, in a hundred different way...
Saturday 30th January 2021 6:52 pm
Also by J.D. Bardo:"Blue" | A Welcome Reality | The Acme Corp. poem making machine | Flash your Sign | A Guiding Star | Pride and prestige, the American dream | Insane | The Ten Commandments, (check-list) | Room to grow | Grandpa`s Baby Sittin` | I like her (I hope I don`t blow it) | Bumper Pool | "Judge Not Lest You Be Judged" |
"Love on Sloppy grounds"
Distant mother, your hand
Walked me down lonely paths
To pick seeds of sorrow
Sown in the days love was at its peak of excitement
One seed smelt like promises that failed
The other like passion on the bed of deceit
You kept quiet while, I, an indigent child
Picked pain like nuggets on a sloppy valley
Every grasp injected me with...
Saturday 30th January 2021 2:40 pm
Also by Emeka Collins:"Held in Her Palms |
The lonely ship
Crossing the Pacific Ocean and into The Indian Ocean
is tiresome even for a ship, days of calm bloody water
we have been abandoned.
It is beautiful but, it is like watching Mona Lisa for, say,
two months without getting fed up with the lady.
It lifts the spirit seeing another ship coming up of the horizon
in front of us; positioned near close enough to see...
Saturday 30th January 2021 1:45 pm
Also by jan oskar hansen:swwn from the terrace | the slum | Losing Paris |
Often used as a fake New York city from 1920 but Manchester, you ain't fooling
The mucky Neo Roman columns built on hurt and hierarchy are testemant to lives,
lived in poverty.
Lowry could see, he correlated the city funnels with, human misery.
Here I sit, here I stare, at the weathered wealth of my city,
Old buildings are barely standing,
Outflanked by looming apartments,
But I'm ...
Saturday 30th January 2021 1:08 pm
the future has ghosts too
queuing up just waiting
we give them substance
by living dying mating
sometimes you get hints
they call it premonitions
or that indefinable frisson
whatever the definitions
clairvoyant at the seaside
read my palm for sixpence
said I'd wed a gyspy, who
did have a second sense
lit me with superstitions
she could read my ...
Saturday 30th January 2021 10:45 am
Also by simon lucan:Insomnia | Spice | Electric Ass | Masks And Whiskers | Quarry Hill Flats | Hive | Homeopathy |
I’ll put in a good word for you
when I visit Bastet,
who resides in her kingdom
along the winding Nile
I’ll tell her all about you
I’m happy to do this for you
because I am fond of your fondness for me
And the belly rubs too, of course!
When I return, I can lift your spirits
if they are in the black corners;
pull them back from the darkness
The Goddess sends her regards,
and thanks you...
Saturday 30th January 2021 5:48 am
Also by Mike McPeek:Down at O'Leary's | Dog Stars | Feeding Time | The Wisdom of Cats | Exes | Gimme Shelter | Notes on Forgiveness: May, 2019 | Collection |
When I have been drinking a lot
The Irish way — night and day —
I think who would wish to fall in love?
You cannot wish it to happen
Like the sun, once, happened,
You cannot let someone love you,
Without smelling early morning
dew on a rare May day.
And if not, well, loneliness is short,
The important thing is not to hate
Saturday 30th January 2021 12:38 am
Also by John E Marks:Anna Akhmatova - poet | Covid patient | These empty streets | IMPERIUM | Bill | Our endless numbered days | Summer snow | Gorffwysfa* | 29 May 1453 - 11 September 2001 | Body on a beach | Stormy weather | WOODY | NEW INSTRUCTIONS | Heavenly | Evolution | Viral | ICU doctor | The sting | Revising the rain |
I will sing of a thing called a quail
It lays eggs and has legs and a tail
It can fly in the sky without fail
In a word it's a bird is the quail.
Friday 29th January 2021 11:32 pm
Also by branwell kent:What's All The Fuss About? | What the...? | Thank Heavens | Limerick. |
A hawk across swiftly sweeping clouds
Nimble nimbus, left to right, north to south
Fluid spraying out of mouth, moths meandering
Slandering ourselves, shelves growing empty
Last piece in your puzzle heart fitting gently
You lent me, a spark of empathy
A chance to see things differently
Friday 29th January 2021 9:22 pm
Also by Patrick Kennon:Pixel tomb | Soap scum | Rice paper band-aid |
News media, print media, social media, so many voices
All striving to speak truth to power
Believing they are worthy of the final destination
Their prestigious ivory tower
Friday 29th January 2021 8:23 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:RED DAWN | WRITERS BLOCK HEAD |
My heart does long for you
In all its strangeness and confusion
It stays sure of its love for you
It cowers down at the world
And howls and bites back
It needs so much to be close to you
My soul gets crowded
And feels lost in the kaos
And seeks like a beggar our Lord
Sleep is fleeting and elusive
Peace comes only inside mania
And melody within a m...
Friday 29th January 2021 8:18 pm
Cruel words remain in mind
festering away like Billy - Ho.
Hey Joe, I heard someone say.
Who's turn is it to pay? And this,
just before he was struck on the
bonce, being pronounced dead to
the world from quaffing hooch and
failing to place his ruddy hands
inside a sporran where his cash didn't
go forth but mightily multiplied itself
Friday 29th January 2021 7:48 pm
Also by Philipos:MILLET | MORNING GLORY | SCENT | BLUE LIGHTS | BAGGING UP BONES | TOAST | PIMPLES | OLD LETTERS | DIADEMS | FREE FALL | ENTHRONEMENT | DUMPER TRUCK | SIPS | RANDOM NESS | BUSH VELDT | URGENCY | STORMS | STATEMENTS | HEAVENS ABOVE | YAPS | SUSPENDEDNESS | SHADOWS | SOLUTIONS | AGE BARRIERS | RARITY | REFLECTION | NEEDLES | POETRY IN MOTION | (untitled) | HOLY SMOKE | PIRBRIGHT | HUSH HUSH |
I'll never fall in love again
You won't find me like other men
A hopeless sucker from the start
When it comes to affairs of the heart
The same old story since lord knows when.
I'll never smile again and say
I'm yours forever and a day
A stronger man is what I'll be
There'll be a complete change in me
I'm headed another way.
Love may lead other men on a danc...
Friday 29th January 2021 5:59 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:REACHING OUT | A WORD IN YOUR EAR | EVENTS, DEAR BOY...EVENTS | JANUARY THE FIRST |
boozing in illicit bars
a rave and drive there in our cars
Cos this whole quarantine
Just applies to has-beens
But it’s not for us teens
Cos the kids are alright.
meeting up with other guys
if later some old gimmer dies
From the plague that I spread
Just one more old git dead
I’m OK, cos it’s said
That the ...
Friday 29th January 2021 2:56 pm
Also by John Coopey:HOLOCAUST MEMORIAL DAY 2021 | UNE BITE ET UN VAGIN - a cock and fanny story | MODERATED | COTTAGE SLEAZE | THE MOORLAND TRAIN | THE PLATES OF SANDWICHES | 60103 | A TRIP TO THE DENTIST | SHIT HAPPENS | HOME OF THE FREE, LAND OF THE BRAVE | TALE FROM THE NORTH COUNTRY | THE LITTLE MASTER 2 |
contemplating her next move,
the pounding within her chest
told her what she already knew:
she had to break free from the chains
wrapped around her wrists.
there was no sense in moving,
for every wriggle
tightened the grip.
Friday 29th January 2021 1:14 pm
Also by kimberly:take my hand | Cupcake Dreams | Home | The Looking Glass |
Don't twist your words
inside out and grouse
because English is hard.
Tune out, goof off, give up,
crash and burn. I don't care.
But you'll never experience that
small light that appears. Never.
Friday 29th January 2021 12:20 am
Nineteen eighty four came and went
like any other year
and you never blinked an eye.
Some lessons to be learned no doubt
but within the context of raising expectations
Thatcher made her move
of which some wide boys did approve.
Some tokens were retained
like the numbers and the tags
redesigned by master computers
and then the issuing of volu...
Thursday 28th January 2021 10:50 pm
Also by ray pool:SHAKESPEAREAN DILEMMA | POETRY GIG | HAUNTED HONEYMOON | DAYS | COVID AVOIDANCE | DARK ARTS | NO ESCAPE |
I put my head on the pillow and drift off….
Shiva sweeps aside the remnants of yesterday:
Gains, strivings, losses and ambitions
Clearing the table for tonight’s game
Flanked by greater and lesser angels and demons.
I’m lost in dreams while a silver ball spins against the
roulette wheel of my soul.
Each number an affection, a state of being
randomly selected for t...
Thursday 28th January 2021 9:17 pm
Also by Wandering Biku:A Different Blue Monday |
I began to be sorry when his carrot nose
seemed more like a last cigarette.
That jolly smile held a hint of concern,
his scarf far too big for his neck
Tomato eyes glowed in the shrinking face.
The fur hat was suddenly de trop.
He started to lean over, apologetically,
as if someone had struck him a blow
As the pale sun shone he looked quizzical,
Thursday 28th January 2021 1:17 pm
Also by Greg Freeman:TIME IS RUNNING OUT FOR WRITE OUT LOUD ... | Candlemas | The spears of spring |
lying face down
while sailing on green clouds
paddling my spoon
on blurry murky pools
tides bite back
frosty ice cool.
while skipping stones
bounce with heat in my chest,
my vest drips
puddles of sweat.
paint the sky
on this ceiling
burns my black lung chimney...
Thursday 28th January 2021 12:28 pm
Also by Rob Cohen:The Revolution of Old Possum (il miglior fabbro) | the night never ends | The Edge of Realism // for Michal Mraz | (Hocus Pocus) absurdist daydreams | the fashion of fascism | the triumph & THE TRAUMA | post-modern schizophrenia | insomnia hallucinated ranted proverbs | ∀ sunset // ∃ sunrise | 11/01/2021 (for W.H. Auden) | Thoughts on Shawshank Redemption, 2021 | pretentious highbrow poetry & other ways to lose friends | Teletubbie Television | // Louder Than Bombs // | Sehnsucht // Tragedy on Old Kent Road |
There is a river that runs through me
But I can’t see its colours shine so brightly
I keep them all so confidential
And all of the breakdowns so existential
‘Going mental’, the mind’s so fragile
Can’t it be easy like it was when we were kids?
You grow up, some days stare into the abyss
But there is nothing like true happiness
You must hold on to happiness
Thursday 28th January 2021 12:19 pm
As I sat alone in a Wintergarden
sipping my Tall Boy and gin
a wondrous vision of tomorrow.
Mountains grafted to skyscrapers
and dragonfly drones.
Thursday 28th January 2021 1:29 am
Also by D.W. Hamilton:2021 | Aquarium Hotel |
Can such deep dark eyes
like peat river pools
make their desire so plain?
They certainly can.
But, regretfully withholding
considering too long
how many lives might be hurt
far more than only mine.
So forgot, or at least tried to
those pleading dark eyes
but secreted them away
as something very precious.
Warm and consoling
to quicken sluggish b...
Wednesday 27th January 2021 4:53 pm
Today is a day like any day
Just I feel more alone than any day
My family and old friends are far away
They built a world without me
A world with different rules
Rules and codes that I cannot understand anymore
My lover is here but his mind not
I suppose he feels the same loneliness than me
Just he is incapable to think about it
Instead, I am incapable to think in anothe...
Wednesday 27th January 2021 3:55 pm
In the Underground Yard, the freezing dwell.
Alien is the sun, forever night time has fell.
A land where no shadow, can be seen or cast.
A world where fallen people, pay for their past.
In the Underground Yard, weary eyes strain.
People shiver in the torrents of the frozen rain.
In the darkest of dungeons, lie banks of bones.
The hidden Underground Yard, the devil owns.
A monsters last...
Wednesday 27th January 2021 3:40 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:The 4th Wall | 2.36 | Arkles Lane Snowfall | Little Bongs | From Highclere House (21/1/2021) | The Best Place Ever! | The Futuristic Dragon (28/2/1976) | 'The Birkenhead Drill' | Just 3 Colours | Happines Is.... | Covid Woe |
Reached a stage where to resolute is no use
Not sure where this is headed, absolutely no clue
Had thought that a plan was in store, of love and galore
Where the hero would fight and win wars on a new shore
But here he lay down wounded by his fate and belief in love
Never knew that it would inflict such pain and above
It would be hanging on the thin threads of distrusts and fake...
Wednesday 27th January 2021 6:35 am
We hold their silence…
rife with fears,
with rampant weeds of angst…
We taste its dusky breath…
Drizzled over, night of lockdown…
Of winter roads ahead…
My beetle’s engine hums…
like shooting stars,
blind our weary eyes…
As once old certain roads,
Wednesday 27th January 2021 12:10 am
Also by Xoanxo:Don't say a word for now (The reading) | Don't say a word for now | Nostalgia and I | Poetry Nights |
Like that bend in the argument
Like that wait
Like that recovering
And we looked sideways at each other
then there was recovery
and that touch smiled
away each and every point
that we had both planned.
words and image Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 26th January 2021 8:29 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Fighting the hidden enemy | Planning her Escape |
What a beautiful set of tegulars
So straight, shiny, and true
They dominate her smile
And radiate her natural beauty
No imperfections, no blemishes
As the Latins may once have said
Or, to reflect their dazzling prominence
Tegularis regularis majoris
Now mine are somewhat different
Little, yellow, inconsistent in shape
Tegularis irregularis seems...
Tuesday 26th January 2021 8:19 pm
Also by Nicholas:I've always been the other | We are living in the most dangerous of times (with a small steal from Paul Durcan) |
Time to pack up and walk now
And take what is yours
You have played along and smiled at them
Goodbye now close the doors
They seen you struggle and watched you fall and observed your patterns and ways
You lifted them and made them laugh their vibrations you would raise
The truth it shines a light on you and those who you attract
Not everyone is ready ..to show their truths infact
A select ...
Tuesday 26th January 2021 8:01 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:REWARD YOURSELF WITH SELFLESSNESS | PROMISCUOUS | AVA LOUISE GREEN | TRUST IN ME MY DEAR | CONTINUITY | DISLOYAL | SOLAR | BLESSED DOVE |
Late at night
Lying in the dark
Another demon enters
Takes a strike at my heart
The tears start flowing
I don't know if they’ll stop
He can see I’m weak and fragile
So he takes his best shot
The thoughts are getting stronger
But I keep them at bay
I guess it’s wishful thinking
That they’d just go away
I hate all the confusion
If I’d known from the start
Then this demon and his army
Tuesday 26th January 2021 7:29 pm
Also by curiousdud3:One by One | Tortured Soul |
Those socks that Dad gets at Christmas,
Sellotaped in packets of three.
The monosyllabic young man
That your daughter brings home for tea.
The fair to middling result
Of your son’s prestigious degree.
The mediocre performance
Friends and family had come to see.
The soufflé which for once falls flat,
Reminding one of molten brie.
The putt ...
Tuesday 26th January 2021 5:02 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Behind the door | The mysterious case of the hole in the trousers | My perfect day | Pain | Voice | Inadequate Translation |