Now we are England on our own
Shackles of Europe over thrown
Can we return to pound shillings and pence
Will we now put up a fence
Will we revert to potatoes with dirt
To half a cucumber not a portion
And also now without caution
Spring not salad onions
But I hear you cry
What about ounces and pounds
19 eleven and six
Poles pecks and perches
Wednesday 30th June 2021 11:59 pm
Also by Edbreathe:THyme | GRaaaft | Re Cur ing dReaM | Piii Geons IN My FrrrIDge | Eye | EAR-ly Muse-ic | Bre-ak (again)! | Bre-ak | fRan tic | dis EnGage/ ment | ZjuSt 4 a LARF | fLoaaaaaaaT-img | SUN!! | Wat-Er oF LliiFe | tHe Pass -T | BeeeenZ | mAd ShAdowS | thE dATe | EDgeS | LU / st | ThE FaaAWn | hOl-Es!,,,, | hOl-Es!,,,, | FAail. InG aGaAin | BReaa. THE BreAtH | Fe/Ar | ThE pAss Ion |
I don't regret .. how to deal
With one .. I'm deeply adore
I don't regret how to feel
Someone .. I'm certainly sure
I don't forget .. lonely day
Before we met .. it was so long
I don't forget .. you .. to say
Being alone is really wrong
I don't ask .. about the past
Your past .. has gone .. no return
I want to take you for the best
For me you're my baby born
Wednesday 30th June 2021 10:00 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:Fake Love | Love's Cave | Soul of Love | Princess Love | Pure Love |
Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers. Ray Bradbury
Treasure a desert orchid
Do not classify the sky:
It is the time for bees.
Anybody can name a bee
But can we know it?
Fascists swim in rain or snow
To let us know they glorify the body.
Pools are deep but silt can do its work.
Transforming a do ...
Wednesday 30th June 2021 8:01 pm
Also by John E Marks:A mighty working | Hancock's Half Hour | These Czech lands, 1936 | Somehow, there's blue | Cheap thrills | So, heavenly | Remembering Sylvia | Blue | BLOOMSDAY: 16 June 1904 | The Incidentals | NOT FADE AWAY | A dream of sand | A permanent loss of happiness | Two legs good? | Spring in the snow | SMOKE OVER MOSUL | The unsolved | Shadows behind the sun |
Music Bio and Monster Movie album credits and thanks ( I will upload the album here too when I can )
Matt Mayo – Songwriter, Vocals, Lead Guitar, Bass, Keyboard, & Producer
I call myself a rock and roll survivor now. I have been through a lot and I feel lucky to have released this album. I played in punk rock bands in Denton TX from 1988-1992, then I formed Spoiler in 1993 with Lee Lazarine,...
Wednesday 30th June 2021 7:57 pm
Also by Matthew A Mayo:Debbie Gibson, I love you | Banana Spider Firefighter | Pam | Mr. Counselor | I'm not a friend kinda guy | Baby doll | Why am I posting Conversations? | Hrout | Vaguely apprehensive | Art in the Digital Age | No understanding English | drummers or wanna be drummers | Food in the mail | Sunday Miss | Build a House | The Bus is Still Not Here | I'm Sorry, Poetry | How can you believe | Bag Head People Table Party | Why the F | Reverse Rapunzel | And it hurts | Kinda Sad | Gothtroduction | 42 game time seconds of Crab Football | Lazy Day | I find my attraction | Walk in the Morning | Feel through the Air | Reverse Rapunzel | Franz Schubert | Love Will Find a Way | I will try | We are Meant to Be | Believe in Love | Strong Today | Llama | Infusions | And it hurts | Maybe | Insomnia delight | Pissed Off Crab Football Coach | Genesis of Hybrid Suburban Animals | Asparagus | weird...auto immune illness | Stormy Night II | Hybrid Suburban Animals | The Sex Blimp - extended dance mix lyrics | Yank him outta the chair | Lyin' Guv Abbott I | What is it? | random internet person | Hybrid Suburban Animal Defense | Subliminal Cucumber | Dating Profile | The Sex Blimp | Tinnitus I | Light that candle | Jennifer 1 | Jewel 1 | Erratic and Alone | Blown away | I love you | Pain | You | Muse | Stormy Night |
Ever since I started loving you my dear Allah
I can't seem to love anyone else other than you
Your love is so fulfilling and satisfying my Rabb
None can please my heart the way it's pleased by you
I'm so much lost in your love, my only Illah
I lost track of life, time, age and everything That was me
Your love intoxicated me completely my only God
Wednesday 30th June 2021 7:02 pm
Also by Ghazala lari:On my birthday- A priceless gift!! | Colours of rainbow? | Feather girl | Grateful soul | Look within | Life's lessons | Deeply, madly do | My farewell words | Good night !!!!!!! | Divine pearls | The trailer | Live, not just survive. | Hypnotized | Writer's joy | For Allah, my Rabb! (I love you God almighty) | Monsoon | Morning glory |
Eleven vessels stand hour glass tall.
3-4-3 formation, football elite, one and all .
Liquid nectar fills the body, adrenaline running hot.
Air bubble froth with a golden halo, embellishes the top.
Guilded feet planted firmly on the ground.
As anthems play, glory days resound.
No working men, No dirt engrained fingernails,
Wednesday 30th June 2021 6:09 pm
Happy go lucky people
cautiously staying on amber
forgotten smiles return
feel good factor
simultaneously spreading togetherness
three lions roar.
Wednesday 30th June 2021 1:49 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:Something More | When Time Stood Still | I Seek Them Here I Seek Them There | Poem For Brian | Pimp My Ride |
A rather pedestrian setting
For the ethereal bloodletting
Required to catch a muse,
Or at the very least,
Catch her in a decent mood.
But what will it be today?
Thalia's ivy wreath, or
The knife of Melpoméne?
Wednesday 30th June 2021 1:01 pm
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Rendezvous | Feint | Dotted Line | Narcissus | Counterintuitive | Trapped | Quicksand | Outfoxed | Maladapted | Laconic | Mortal | Horizon Hermeneutics | Off-key | Pandora's Box |
Of all the things
that you can lose
there's nothing quite as hard
as the losing of your wallet
cause it contains
your credit cards
leads to futility
there's nothing you can do
has your number and
someone else is being you.
Wednesday 30th June 2021 12:44 pm
Also by d.knape:Box Of Words | Old Dead Tree | KITE | In the Hands Of Strangers | Teach A Man To Fish | UNPACKING | Earned Interest | NEW HOME | Mixed Emotions | LAST GASP | Working From Home | Someflowers | Staying Home | An Imaginary Poem | Will Work For Food | The Grocery Guy | Common Scents | 8 Lines or Less | WISH I MAY | Unassisted Living | The Neighbor's Complaint | The Hesitant Poet |
Another prompt invokes an undesired surge
of thought and fractured scenes,
requiring energy to sort and draw conclusions,
prior to recording in the journal for today.
Time to him resembles auctioning a gem,
the longer it lasts, the higher its price,
and he's approaching life's end zone called "red,"
where actuaries hold their breath and count.
The formalist stands firm on well-packed g...
Wednesday 30th June 2021 12:03 pm
Also by Gerald E Greene:Poetry Contest | Fasteners of Life | Be A Mentor |
Thanks to D Knape for the Box of Words
As I was passing by
I came across this online page
Just random well worn words
no restrictions on their usage
They were left deliberately
for refurbishment or repair
Free to any good home
that could be trusted with their care
So I gathered them up
and gave them a shuffle around
Now they have a new home
in this poem they can be found
Wednesday 30th June 2021 10:12 am
Also by julie callaghan:Al Fresco Dining | Beside The Seaside | Sunday Afternoon | Poor Matt Hancock | Daisies | Community Garden | Perfect Moment | Our Garden Tonight | Distant Rain | Pandemic News | Freedom Day | Fertile Plant | Happy Fathers Day | Once upon a summer day | Sing A Wild Meadow | Yorkshire Morning | Poor Little Blackbird Chick | Blenheim Palace | Oxford | Oxford Botanical Gardens | Site Visit | Perked Up | Reflection | Costa Del Kirkby | Yorkshire Today | Dandelion Clocks | Getting Back To Normal | Feeding Time | I Can Sing A Hedgerow |
Born in a dusky town,
Was a little girl brown,
Had an invisible crown,
Who was destined to get renowned.
As the time flew,
Trials and Tribulations hit her through,
Poverty and Despair only grew,
But she did not give in to.
Armed with nerves of steel,
Filled with determination and grit,
In a world of ordeal,
She never did quit.
Adding jewels of vir...
Wednesday 30th June 2021 9:07 am
salvia, laurel, hemlock,
With acknowledgements to
The Poison Garden at Alnwick Gardens in Northumberland
and written after England’s recent win against Germany
Wednesday 30th June 2021 7:46 am
Also by Greg Freeman:Alnmouth | The shopping parade | Cornfield at evening | Wild roses | Small earthquake in Chesham and Amersham |
It’s time to fly,
Like a bird,
My wings becoming free.
Stepping among a strange curdled current,
A sea beneath,
Arms just out of reach.
For in the sea,
Of mind and open eye,
My world falls dim.
I guess there is,
To die and be free again.
Like a bird,
A Seashell hollow,
A sacred branch beneath yellow skin.
Wednesday 30th June 2021 7:02 am
হৃদয়ে এ কথা সহসা জাগতেই পারে যে নিথর স্তব্ধ প্রাণহীন প্রকৃতি মনে হয় শুধু ভোগ বিলাশের জন্য।সৃষ্টির অনবদ্য পদচারনার মুখাপেক্ষী হয়ে প্রকৃতি মনে হয় প্রতিক্ষার বলয়ে আবদ্ধ।হস্ত পদহীন প্রকৃতির মাঝে অবিরাম অন্যায়ে বহমান স্রোতধারা স্তব্ধ করে দেবার মত ক্ষমতা কি প্রকৃতির আছে? লক্ষভেদী সৃষ্টি গুলির লক্ষান্তরালে থেকে পাঁপকে লুকালেইত সব কিছুর সমাধা হলো।বর্ণিত এ সব ধারনা আ...
Wednesday 30th June 2021 2:40 am
Something here’s gotten change
It's becoming a daily thing
Keep your hands to yourself
She doesn't want you
But play the victim with your friends
Go tell everyone your the nice guy
I'm sick of you and everyone like you
So shut the fuck up
When she says no it's just that
I hate guys like you
Begging for nudes
She said no but you keep doing it
I hate your type keep your eyes off...
Wednesday 30th June 2021 12:09 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:Ace | We All Wanna Die Sometimes |
Pulling me in, keeping me up
tempestuous silent cry
In Ambush dark cup
eyes more prone to light
endeavoring prison break
debacle serves me right
what I seek now
bars right before my eyes.
Tuesday 29th June 2021 8:17 pm
Also by Nazia Khan:DARK is an ART | Wish me goodnight |
We are fascinated by the news,
For it may shock or it may amuse.
We see real life - every day.
See what people do and what they say.
Whether in the paper or on TV,
It is there for us all to see.
And famous people we love to watch -
Should they succeed or should they botch.
We love hearing stories of in the courts,
And so popular are our sports.
And many of us do endeavour
To always ...
Tuesday 29th June 2021 7:52 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Back to the Future | Contentment | This Life |
A WRITERS LIFE
A writers life, a writers mind
Thoughts bombarding, counting time
You ache to write down what you see
The things you hear, the trapped, the free
Views and opinions, feelings strong
A writer knows not right or wrong
Just wants to capture colour and shade
Like military regalia on parade
To lure, to reel the reader in
To enter the writers mind wi...
Tuesday 29th June 2021 7:28 pm
Also by Rick Varden:Fathers Day |
It is what it is - I'm affirming right now
I am who I am - none can disallow.
The audience is fickle - I don't seek their praise.
It's not worth a nickel. I'll live my own days.
It is what it is - though never the same,
I am who I am - I make my own game.
Moments are changing, perpetually new.
Thoughts rearranging - artistically view.
I am who I am - according to me.
It is what it is...
Tuesday 29th June 2021 6:10 pm
Also by Brian Hodgkinson Jr.:Meet Cute | Content | The Sound of a Beheading on AM Radio | Crone | Royalty | Wishing |
next door they're yet holding another barbecue
starry sparks of pig and ox ascend in the dark
hot flesh, burning fuel amid the polite chatter
charred hose and doublet of brave Joan of Arc
beefburgers thick sausages dripping grease
immolated rump steak in the teeth of guests
witches and Jews getting lynched for threats
to the state as traitors and subversive pests
Tuesday 29th June 2021 4:02 pm
Also by simon lucan:Flo | The Sailor | Dripping | Coping | Procession | Bloom | Surfs | Blistered | Hides |
How Did It Get So Late So Soon?
The man who scared the ghosts away,
The woman who healed wounds with a kiss,
I think of them more nowadays
In sad and troubled times like this.
No longer there to hug the pain
From tired bones and broken hearts,
To shield you from the winter rain
That permeates where old age starts.
The back garden is over-grown,
The kitchen i...
Tuesday 29th June 2021 2:39 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:Little Crowtown | # False Prophet | rag and bone |
An unremarkable day in May,
though in retrospect,
the blackbird was peremptory.
And of course, there was
the fox at my door,
the night before.
I came inside with a handful of thyme,
greedily enjoying a prompted memory.
When out of the corner of my eye,
Tuesday 29th June 2021 9:06 am
Yes, it’s gonna be a backbench Matt Hancock
His ending has come down to this
A catalogue of criticism and failure
Sealed with a kiss.
Boris Johnson said he’s just “fucking hopeless”
And looked for a way to dismiss
Then Doormat Hancock said “I’ll do it for you,
And seal it with a kiss”.
He lied about all the care homes
He lied about PPE
He stuffed his pocket...
Monday 28th June 2021 10:09 pm
Also by John Coopey:VITVAL | RESEARCH | MOTHER-TRUMPERS | THIS OL' HOUSE |
Shouldering in silence
the phone receiver ripples in time
barely hanging in place
with an old 10p coin stuck in the slot,
braced in leaves
almost like Nature was as much hiding it
as well as devouring it
ablaze with sea salt tomb tears,
a moment in time
wedged shut through the keyhole
offering no clue to who had being there.
(First in a sh...
Monday 28th June 2021 9:07 pm
Also by Andy N:Consequences XX | Consequences XIX | Peace from the Sirens |
Two little finches on a feeder
one sings Tosca
the other Aida.
Pleasure created for poets or kings
souls in torment born with wings.
Monday 28th June 2021 5:04 pm
Also by ray pool:THESE BOOTS WERE MADE FOR STEALING | SCOTTISH HARDWARE | ANTON KARAS 1906 - 1985 |
A group of my neighbours, past middle age,
Run every Tuesday, in the dead of night,
Like the wind to the end of their garden.
Rain, snow, hot, cold, they strip off and make love.
‘So what? It’s a free country,’ you might say,
Unless you know that most are Generals
Who don't want the place to remain that way.
Monday 28th June 2021 5:03 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:The Truth | The postman used to ring twice | Big Dave Diff | Seagulls | Streaker | The Little Book of Love | Come out today! |
Even when no one is listening
The birds will sing
Raise their wings
Beat them noisily
Against the air
Rise up and fly
And so, might we
Continue to sing
Continue to fly
Even when no one is listening
Monday 28th June 2021 3:07 pm
Also by Brenda Wells:For Father's Day | The Damselfly | Boats on the Stour |
Fake smiles are hidden
Behind bright lights.
The glare overshadows
The hidden sentiments
Binding us to the world.
Are what struck
A possible accord
Leading to a break
In the midst of this bright light
Overpowered by a dark nature
It stabs into the world
Never isolated just lacking
A new appro...
Monday 28th June 2021 7:29 am
Winter silence evaporates like
mist at rising of sun.
Skylarks and thrushes, robins
and blackbirds sing us awake,
tentative at first, then competing,
vying for attention in vernal melodies.
Wrens and warblers patiently
wait out their noisy neighbours.
Louder again they trill, in search
of a likely mate to swipe right,
join in preparing a new nest
for the ...
Sunday 27th June 2021 10:42 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:Thursday |
Once you find peace in nature
You find peace in yourself
Sunday 27th June 2021 2:21 pm
Also by Cody Roach:When I’m gone | I make sparks | John Wayne | In the sky of blue | Empty | Unforgiving love | Grandpa Doug | Cold | Rashviknaka |
I live in a golden palace,
Full with the very best of everything:
Shelter, sustenance, a silent welcome;
I never was one for displays of affection
On the occasion of a simply opening door,
Or is that merely an arrogant view?
I too listen for silences where I can,
With ears hissing gently in an empty room
As distant thunder rumbles uselessly.
This life ...
Sunday 27th June 2021 3:15 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:Icon | Saint Petersburg | Deep Last Autumn | Lifeboat |
In my cypress root home, it's slow water here
Red dots on my ears, no current, slow
The river flows, but I'm accustomed
My little root home will hide me
Moving in secret, quietly
Fanning my nest violently
Under tree swimming tiredly
They came with rods and hooks,
bent on their cruelty
Pulling me out of my river,
into their gaseous sea
Saturday 26th June 2021 9:27 pm
Also by Patrick Kennon:The weeds always win | Nonrefundable black hat |
Can you see
the tall spikes
delicate white blossom
growing in the SW
corner of the garden?
It is the herb valerian
its scent is most
pleasing and calming.
Saturday 26th June 2021 9:16 pm
Also by Abdul Ahmad:Identity swapped |
Daybreak came round again.
She had a foot massage booked at a plush spa
but veered away admiring irises and unknown blooms.
His sister attacked his dad in hospital
pulling out tubes.
She returned to a childhood home
so improbably different now!
His 'phone wouldn't function right
distraught Romeo couldn't contact Juliet.
A few kisses sort it all out.
Saturday 26th June 2021 10:04 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:All Of Us | For The Face Beset With Grimaces | Intrusion | Earth's Plea | You People |
My achilles heel
I hardly know you
That’s clear to see
And I haven't the slightest idea
Of where you stand with me
Do you feel this too?
Or am I alone
Trying to act cool
While continuously checking my phone
A shot of beautiful poison
Can’t stomach the thought of eating
You’ve crippled me here
Saturday 26th June 2021 9:10 am
Also by Rasa Kabaila:That night | Go Go Stop | My Church |
I heard pipes and drums, of men crossing fields
treading on the mist of a morning when I was sapling.
The battle took place around my soil,
where my lifespan started, men dripped blood on me.
Their hot varnish splattered scarlet onto my young leaves.
The times, they buried men and women, drummers and fifers fell,
Children left their earthly life before they could ...
Friday 25th June 2021 4:52 pm
Also by vincent berquez:Tranquil Waters | The Sound of Blossom Falling |
Back in the late 90s when life was still simple but verging on breaking but little we knew
We didn't have mobiles
We would call up on landlines
Meet ..be there on time
Back then the sky seemed more blue
Dance college limbering
Boys cloakrooms mingling
Latin American dance
Silvers and leotard..tap shoes and ballet shoes
Jazz boots and shiny sweat pa...
Friday 25th June 2021 12:55 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:CATHEDRAL KYLE | AFFIRMATION | YOLANDA | CASSANDRA |
When you want to help,
But it paints like rain.
You can’t stand by
Yet you create more pain.
Nothing ventured , they say is nothing gained
But this gesture of care maybe should refrain.
A balancing act of well intended intervention,
or respect of independence.
The horizon welcomes a furthering away of remedy and deepening of uncertainty.
The relationship, the love,...
Friday 25th June 2021 7:22 am
From one of those days
that you wouldn’t feed
to a mangy, starving dog.
To one of those nights
where that same little dog
gnaws dry on a skinny old bone.
Knowing all too well it's one
of those bones that you’ll
have to learn to walk without.
Friday 25th June 2021 6:58 am
Also by Ralph Dartford:The Worst Words | Codes |
I know I'm not allowed to want you back
But I'm afraid I'm guilty of the crime--
There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do
To feel you in my arms just one more time
Friday 25th June 2021 6:02 am
Also by The Chessplayer:Freedom | The Willow Tree | War |
Waiting for you all to appreciate me, you made me hate me
Missing out on all of who I am, breaking me down, as if I'm not of high demand, like I'm less than a man
Genuine and honest and pretty funny too
You all take a lot of me and try to put it into you
My outake greater than my intake and your intake greater than mine
But now I'm taking my power back
Well now I'm not...
Friday 25th June 2021 1:49 am
Also by VHH:Do you remember the time, flashbulb memories in my mind | Unlovable |
Am I happy?
What does that even mean?
Is it some permanent state
Carved in stone
Of where and what
And with whom
We are now?
Or is it just the sum
Of individual moments
With which we experience pleasure
Contentment, feelings, and highs
To spin it on its head
It’s the absence
Of sadness, regrets, and fears?
But surely happiness
Friday 25th June 2021 12:15 am
Thursday,24th June 2021
We feel sore
when fail to explore!
what is in store!
we seek then more
why mind aches?
when fails to reach
and joins the sad race
the stomach revolts
when not filling the hungry bolts
it cracks and develops a headache
and desperately tries to have some catch
mind and stomach
long for ...
Thursday 24th June 2021 5:53 pm
Also by Jadia4708au:Life-Unending process | Life past & now | Poetry spirit | Black rose | Soul to soul | Life has an art | Silent flow-poetry | Love for | fatherly gesture | Visionary character-Poet | Know about love | Look beautiful | Woman- rare gesture | Fight the situation | Letter-Sad memory | No man's land | Liberated soul | Past mistakes | Not a day pass | Shyness-Over weight | The old theory | Death is rehearsal | Love-no room for lust | Modern day saint | Make a room for | Flower & fragrance | Love to share& dare | No peace in mind | My eyes to go | Promises are often | O My, countrymen | Africa-real one | Grace me | Pack your luggage | Life is poetry | Marriage anniversary-Bond | Thank you sir | We are powerful | Internal beauty of a soul |
Claire decided to annoy her schoolteacher by swallowing a shoe,
then admitted afterwards that she’d felt a right heel,
’cos Miss Bluemantwit started to panic when Claire’s face turned blue.
However, she was reassured by the naughty pupil,
who, in a muffled voice, said, ‘Don’t worry, it’s only a trick!’
But before the other kids could call for help, out came the undigestable item
Thursday 24th June 2021 4:34 pm
Also by Kevin Vose:Claribella Constance Hits A High Note |
May angels bring me a chalice
of the finest wine
By the hour may I sip
of an ephemeral elixir
To guide me into the realms
of soporific ecsatsy
May the sun shine as I slumber
in the shade of tranquil contentment
As bees pollinate the luscious
hibiscus and oleander
May I close my eyes to this
beauty and retreat
Into the cave of memorablia
Thursday 24th June 2021 12:14 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Identity |
I ask of you to just think it over
what it should be, give it a form
Naked are my eyes
see the desperation in them
I ask you again
to write my emotions down
i shall survive
There is no shame in showcasing
Would you respect my line of sight
and boldly go on a painting spree.
Wednesday 23rd June 2021 4:48 pm
Also by RudyardK:No name is good enough. | Consume. | Life after death. | The walls. |
Waves of time crashing on desire's coast
So close and yet so far I wait at my post
The time may come when the ground beneath washes away
Wind blowing heavily I stand firm and without sway.
Certain there comes a day when such a fog may clear
That allows your light to reach my pier
Ever so loud the sound of ocean's chatter
Such a distraction from that which matters
Even though people come an...
Wednesday 23rd June 2021 3:54 pm
Every bit of your life tells
What you have done in you
If you think 'what if '
Then how will your dreams come true??
Your fate always anxious to play with you
Failure doesn't make success away from you
But your struggle tells what will get you
If you think 'what jf'
Then how will your dreams come true??
Wednesday 23rd June 2021 2:33 pm
The big wheel is apparently not a wheel, but an eye.
Boxes of people suspended in air and time, up in the sky.
The panorama stretches out before them, a city laid bare.
A few million souls living, they look like ants down there.
Which way to serve them best?
North…South…East or perhaps West?
Culture awaits in this. metropolis, but is anything real?
Find a place to go, chi...
Tuesday 22nd June 2021 3:36 pm
Also by Dean Fraser:Be Kind To You |