Disappointed myself as usual
Appointments I can't seem to attend.
Achievements I failed to achieve on my own
Important concepts were out of my reach.
Practise what you preach, I will do that but some other time.
Hypocrisy is a philosophy I need to look into,
Lately, it doesn't feel authentic.
Latent learning seems to be idealistic.
Pointing fingers while three of them poin...
Friday 15th October 2021 8:21 pm
Also by Kelvin Sipho Masilela:fading reality | chasing | questioning | betrayed | Ghosts of the past | Change | Too much of life | Regret |
A multiple stabbing has brought the life of Sir David Amess M.P.to an end,
The nation has lost a fine public servant and a much loved friend.
Our hearts are full of grief today,
A nicest person's life has been taken away.
An enormous animal lover and true gent,
Killed by a 25 year old with evil intent.
Stabbed at a constituency surgery in a church at Lea-on -Sea,
Friday 15th October 2021 7:59 pm
Also by hugh:A dad song !! | An angel gives a pair of statues an opportunity to have a good time in the bushes | Kennel cough !! | As Morgan my granddaughter reaches the age of 20, a successful future lies ahead | A hardened criminal on the run ! | What lies ahead ? | Trees spread happiness all around | Tougher laws required |
The time on my clock is always the same.
Two of my Doddy poems sit in a frame.
A guitar stands in the corner, I love to play.
A poster announces a Circus is on the way!
The 'Days of Summer' by Marc, 500 in all.
A little Eiffel Tower, has its place on my wall.
A girl blows petals, hearts they become.
A windmill twirls beneath the pale red sun.
A vanilla candle is wrapped in a velve...
Friday 15th October 2021 5:49 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:Scar |
Friday 15th October 2021 1:02 pm
Also by d.knape:Hide-Out | Smart Wife | X Marks The Spot (just for fun) | The Poem That Stays With You | Little Flower | Lost It | Armadillo | Snail Trails | Mandate | Old Goat | THEM | LIFE | Simple Man | October |
Magpie flaps to the tune of Nature’s injustice
The poet strives for another success another year
Sunday wakens, bedraggled and woebegone
Coronation Street anthem drawls its falsehoods
Upbeat parental ending yields to great grimness
Wild West Yorkshire runs with bullet blood
Words find new hope in an army of perplexing forms
Goddess pours like erotic iron on the breathless...
Friday 15th October 2021 11:35 am
Of the divorced women
Drinking and watching the girls
Sitting with their dates
With legs apart in short skirts
Evenings of the lonely men
Strolling behind lazy women
Watching the rhythm of the buttocks…
Often narrate the same story again
And again, without any pause
The husbands, lonely or alone
With or without glasses in hands
Friday 15th October 2021 11:26 am
Life is what we make
Not what we actually state
Love is what we do
Not what we actually speak
Humanity is being human
Not only writing manuals
Freedom is what we live
Not a permission other's give
Friendship is seen in need
Not in good times it's seen
Loyalty is when we are tempted
Not when we give in to temptations and then repent
Friday 15th October 2021 9:39 am
Also by Moonlight:33. Poem | 32. Poem | 31. Poem | 30. Poem | 29. Poem | 28. Poem | 27. Poem | 26. Poem | 25. Poem | 24. Poem | 23. Poem | 22. Poem | 15 poem |
An ethical poem
A big crow and a sparrow which had painted itself
in the colour of a big bird to look masterful became friends
Both suffered from a bombastic belief they could
take on the elderly eagle and its brood.
A virtuoso war a million other birds killed who only happened
to be flying on peaceful errands.
The Sahara became rubicund from a distance looked as a carpet...
Friday 15th October 2021 8:13 am
Also by jan oskar hansen:the parable sonnet | clemency | as said | the ex drinker | lizaed sonnet | endurance | Paris Sonnet | the strange | kismet | erratically you | Idyllic painting | a gay day | conspiracy | painting of oblivion | is everything shit | the mystery |
Here we stop just for a moment
to admire this gem of a view
Where the sea sparkles like diamonds
above the deep sapphire blue
Villas spread across the hilltops
like small clusters and rows of pearls
Pink ruby Bougainvillea
twisting into colourful swirls
Casting a molten golden glow
the topaz sun dazzles the sky
Trees and shrubs shimmer emerald green
sandy beaches glisten where dr...
Friday 15th October 2021 7:02 am
Also by julie callaghan:Yellow Summer Sky | Far Side Of The Bay | For Jake |
It occurred to me
While I was drinking one night in October--
Sometimes I am happy
And sometimes I am sober
Friday 15th October 2021 2:02 am
Speak to me,
Reveal to me
Feel for me
Speak to me over a thousand years
Speak to me over a million seas,
Speak to me over a billion suns
Lift me like a thousand mountains
Release me like a thousand fountains
You lie deaf and dumb
Exploited crushed, under my thumb
Giving up your virgin beauty
You lie numb and do your duty.
Defiled , destroyed , slo...
Thursday 14th October 2021 11:18 pm
Also by Edbreathe:plOT | CuP Bored . | bRid(g)e | Kill (We’re all going to die ) | 1/4 Tet |
Thursday 14th October 2021 10:26 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Retconning You | Chère Heights | A Person of Interest | Her Story Checks Out | Bad CGI |
Crocuses, snowdrops push up their merry heads
The cairn on the woodland path marks the unburied dead
In the air, fleeting wisps of winter, white detrius, skeletal trees
A very occasional dew drop spends time hanging with the weeds.
This man he is an old man, his language Gaelic and rare,
Who in winter stares into the fire, in his isolated lair.
An bóthar ag taisteal na sióga…....
Thursday 14th October 2021 7:18 pm
Also by John E Marks:Generation 27 | The Resurrection of the dead | White privilege | A lamentation upon the fall of Constantinople 29 May 1453 | Something found | To the crags, where eagles soar | The flowers of the forest | Plurabilities | Lunecliff | A sonnet for John Donne (1572 - 1631) |
against the odds
I’m seventy, the proverbial
it was old once, not anymore
it’s the new fifty I’m told
but why not thirty? only joking,
Anna says I’ve got to change
not give up on life like my mother
‘though she made it to eighty-four,
so I’ve bought a guitar
a left-handed Martin dreadnought
all the way from Boise, Idaho
never had a prop...
Thursday 14th October 2021 3:39 pm
seas starved sky bleak
abyss where tubed monsters victims seek
thoughts like serpents
regrets black orcs
airless tides of fear where no one talks
shoals of regrets
but no sane fisherfolk cast their nets
my flotsam of shame
spins round whirlpools without a name
encased in lead
how can lungs breathe
Thursday 14th October 2021 12:57 pm
Also by simon lucan:Blind Date | Descent | Carrion |
The cycling is pleasant from Wakey to Cas
It’s mostly on tarmac or gravel or grass
No doubt you’ll surmise that the biking will be
Rural and quiet and hence traffic-free
It’s known as the greenway by those here who know
Although there is huggins of signage to show.
By the side of the Calder your journey starts there
Then by the canal to join up with the Aire
Thursday 14th October 2021 11:21 am
Also by John Coopey:SWEATY BETTY'S | THE GALVESTON GIANT AND THE GREAT WHITE HOPES | SCAMS I HAVE KNOWN | THE GOVERNESS |
A roll call
Of lost souls,
Hiding in foxholes,
In absentia from
Their own destiny,
Engulfed in a digression,
Far from the main idea,
Where mirrors inspire enmity,
The futility of futurity
Feels more than real,
And healthy skepticism
Becomes stealthy cynicism,
Without the bridle on,
Under the graceless tutelage
Of all those doubting Thomases
Thursday 14th October 2021 12:33 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Achilles | Fated? | Fresco | Grappling |
Bored of this feeling it holds no real meaning.
Unlike the feeling I get from your love now that’s a real thing. Never thought I would get here but it’s now so very clear.
I’ve grown and out grown this old desire. It no longer excites the alluring fire. This side of life I no longer admire. I seek new heights to take me higher.
I feel strong but not wasted. I apprecia...
Thursday 14th October 2021 12:11 am
We become one with the environment around us
Controlled by the earthly soil beneath
Shepherded by the celestial entity’s above
Inspired by the disorganization of all that’s populated within our field of view
Eventually you come to the realization
That the question of our mere existence resides in our biological intuition and wonder.
Wednesday 13th October 2021 10:29 pm
Also by Cody Roach:Draft | Petra |
A savage vision raped my morning stroll
A half-dead bedraggled magpie flapping
Spasmodically beside the sparkling path
Raw-headed, eyeless, even beakless
A shocked accountant held his trembling
Dog in its tartan body-warmer, uneasy
At the sight. The magpie flapped again,
More dead than living in that sty of time
I knew her well, an old mateless female
Wednesday 13th October 2021 9:53 pm
I am a silent witness which cannot speak
I am a silent witness which cannot see
for words and sights are not mine to own
But I have senses unknown to you
I feel, perceive, remember and bear many scars
I am inanimate but clearly visible
I stand above other structures in the city
I am concious of time and its consequences
I was new once but now old and ...
Wednesday 13th October 2021 9:37 pm
Also by keith jeffries:Vast Horizons | Shifting Sands | (untitled) | Look but do not Touch | A Fountain of Eternal Hope |
At dusk, perched on the lines,
Honing barbs, passing time,
They seem to pose a threat.
But is it real? Are they?
We wait for them to move;
What do they have to prove?
They could stay where they are,
Or take themselves away.
The sight of them entwines
Round our unease, and yet
For now they crouch and mime
Today’s events. That said,
They sense what lies ahead...
Wednesday 13th October 2021 4:39 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Volcano | Land | Climate Change and us (Updated version of a poem posted on 24 September 2020) | September Ist, 1939. |
squinting through the condensation on my windshield
brought back memories of february hearts painted on school bus windows
with spindly fingertips, now callused from a guitar that played me
shitty riffs. I don't remember when I grew so fond of black hearts that devoured me
and spit me out like radiation, but music always made me forget.
so I turned up the volume and let my foot cave...
Wednesday 13th October 2021 4:34 pm
It's not what you should do, it's what you can
creating more than giving and taking
my love saved my heart from her tired divan
All the world in an unmoved caravan
making room for love the undertaking
It's not what you should do, it's what you can
So far had I wandered a lone woodsman
as evening fell I heard a sweet singing
my love saved my heart from her tired divan
I had no r...
Tuesday 12th October 2021 8:10 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:Wishful Thinking |
No matter the effort, the end result is determined
Your hair will grow into the ground
Impounded corpse into claustrophobic confinement
A cacophony of black birds in parking lots, on buzzing wires
A symphony of cicadas subsiding to silence
If love was violence you'd leave me dead and smiling
Worth every last damn cent
Tuesday 12th October 2021 8:06 pm
They beat her up.
Having been born George and yet knowing really she was Georgia…
Courageously at eighteen years old she stepped into her new life.
Leaving behind the years of confusion.
The years of feeling incongruous.
She had the support of her family.
They had known something didn’t work for their George from a very early age.
And as she transitioned into Geo...
Tuesday 12th October 2021 9:33 am
Fields are seeded with bricks and dust
into sterile rows, fast tracked they rise
to vex the spirit, damn the eyes
with promises for a brighter future
seeds that flourish in the developers' pot.
A showhouse lights the eager way
where saplings attend in vivid green,
a man with tablet is often seen
with figures ready on a folding screen.
Flocks of birds have turn...
Monday 11th October 2021 8:30 pm
Also by ray pool:CRISPS - THE FALLOUT |
Today a write off
not to be acknowledged or cataloged
Disappeared before even given a chance
I like it to be left unknown,
a name or possibility only makes it harder
harder during the haunting hour,
when I shall disembodie all potential
but remain to my conviction anyhow
murduring all the day has to offer,
in the name of brief but true figments
in my make belief m...
Monday 11th October 2021 5:43 pm
Dead of night gift blithe,
Yet they ask of me to love absolute of days
I venture to love only the night!
For I hold no passion for the sun
The dreadful charms, hold me hostage
Superficial creature crown deceit
If thought to be the living, care no more for me
I’m wandering these woods in search of obscure lives
I hunt no humans nor Gods from above...
Monday 11th October 2021 5:27 pm
Inviting ivory whites.
Resting flat and sharp-edged between the black.
In the concert’s hall:
Bach? Debussy? Satie?
Your desires and melodies a mystery to me.
But you played – this I do know, though
Strayed away from the keys,
Career more a boon to Baby Boomer demands.
For a woman? You could choose:
A nurse, a care worker – a moth...
Monday 11th October 2021 10:50 am
Also by S Sampson:Shortsighted | Juggle |
You pushed the button.
Monday 11th October 2021 9:21 am
Also by Novi:The Subtle Ways I Suffer | Oh. | I Don't Know the Definition of "Metaphor" |
The Terns and the Herons,
near the cold blue water,
know who I am.
The man by the shore
looking for something
If I don't find it today
tomorrow will find me here again
The winged hunters
take flight once more
Our purpose the same,
to find what we need
down by the water
Monday 11th October 2021 1:24 am
Also by Mike McPeek:Unit of Measure |
As evening draws its curtain across the sky
Darkness settles softly upon the streets
When all has grown quiet
A lone figure travels abroad
Fear; the most unwelcome of companions
Follows closely behind women
As they journey alone
While hastening towards home
To safety, security and comfort
They must remain ever mindful and alert
Listening, attentive, watchful
Sunday 10th October 2021 5:30 pm
Also by Brenda Wells:After the Rain | The Box of Letters |
For what may have been and for John.
On the isle of giants beneath the wings of eagles, a flycatcher sings in the bough of an apple tree. It sears the damp air with high-pitched bullets that ricochet off the nunnery rocks and out toward the Ross.
Standing midway between its beak and the pebbled beach lilts an ancient wall, in whose lea lies a stone.
Common, unassuming, like a mou...
Sunday 10th October 2021 3:34 pm
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:Bean Abacus | Thief in the night | What did they see? |
Take me down to Gloucester Avenue
Where my journey will begin to beat the blues
A place where I am treated with respect
Where I can chill out relax and reflect
I have a home at Gloucester Avenue
It's a peaceful haven where people really care
There is much work on me that I need to do
I get honesty and dignity beyond compare
The latest news is that it is closing down
A vital lifeline of...
Sunday 10th October 2021 8:18 am
Sunday 10th October 2021 12:14 am
Also by Hala Abdul:Essay: "The Waste Land" 2 | Essay: "The Second Coming" | Essay: "The Waste Land" | poem: karmic cycle | poem: 100 |
Hold my hand and let us escape
Don’t look around, just wear your cape
There is so much to see in the outer world
No need to stay at home all curled
Beautiful greenery and the sound of ducks
Focus properly and hear my tender words
Children running and adults socialising
The lockdown is over, this is hardly surprising
Let’s dance in the park or sing in the woods...
Saturday 9th October 2021 11:45 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:Diamond |
This may sound like a made up story
But I assure you it is factual:
A few days ago I found myself in an alien laboratory
With a sinister looking extra-terrestrial
Probing and prodding me.
I asked if this was how she got her kicks
And instead of replying she suddenly
Plunged her hand into my stomach and removed my appendix
As casually as a butcher.
"Had I not acted as qu...
Saturday 9th October 2021 10:10 pm
i hear the humming noise
getting louder until it sounds
as heavy as chipped stone
grooves along its hull telling
the ugly thruth of screaming
Diving down to earth
a surreal grey that i call taube
it was made by paranoid people
creating an atmophere were fear
was the unknown factor.
Saturday 9th October 2021 9:37 pm
Also by Nobody:Lost generation. | Dutch is the new English. | Foreign affairs. | Dutch lesson one. |
Poem 94 of 230: MOROCCAN TEA
Here’s a hint
It’s very brief,
Just pick a leaf
From the backyard,
And wash if marred;
Bag, leaf, in mug,
Boil the jug,
Pour in and stir,
Oust the former,
And add sugar.
It’s easy, see -
Well, 'tis roughly.
(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com
Saturday 9th October 2021 4:13 pm
You are looking for love,
But love is not a Meal that you can buy at the supermarket, Ready-to-Eat (MRE).
All those evenings in loneliness made you think more than you should it,
All that free time has been your worst enemy,
Movies, books, and songs are telling you,
What you have in the house: it is not love.
Love should be wrap in brilliant colors,
like that movie that made y...
Saturday 9th October 2021 1:33 pm
I'm not a broken vase
Not pieces put back together with golden glue
Not some fragile, broken thing
You can't cut yourself on me anymore.
You kept trying to hold me together
To put flowers in me and show me off, so proud
But I'm not a vase,
Saturday 9th October 2021 1:12 pm
PREAMBLE- Know your audience
Know your subject
Write out your joke in full
Read it aloud many times
Remove all diversions
Check for confused references
Ensure you have a command of the required terminology
Try not to get out of your depth
Avoid sporting, scientific or technical references
Limit your choice to sex and fashion
Political issues may only resul...
Friday 8th October 2021 8:10 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Trigonometry | A Greater Palastine |
Friday, October 8, 2021
create a person well being
and sing with happiness
what keeps you going?
the worthiness of life
despite being torn with strife
it has made me strong
and inspired me to remain among
the people who struggle
and earn names as wonderful individuals
I control an urge...
Friday 8th October 2021 6:01 pm
Also by Jadia4708au:True love | Miles ahead | Live dead | You are beauty | Presence of mind | Waste not | Ask nothing dear | Quest-serves no purpose | Past | Let us reason out | Happiness-real factor |
When did you last see reports about the effects of the sun?
Ot its proclivity for uncontrollable activity (so far I've seen none!);
When did you last see reports about far-off solar flares
That might impart knowledge about closer climate cares?
When did you last see reports about the existence of sun spots -
Far away formidable influences that tend to transmit lots
Of violent up...
Friday 8th October 2021 4:04 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:WHERE WAS THIS? | WELL? |
rat a tat tatits otheir betrayel
a couple of grand well 2 in the head his dead
otheir mortheirshear snap in two
the sound of the bamg it also stays with you
we our soilders they know the game thats the quote
he broke the rules it was by the book thats the code
but bro wasnt it worth it
other sleepness night for you, is it all worth it bro
for a few quid and a cheap h...
Friday 8th October 2021 12:33 am
Also by Keith Byrne:hi |
Giant man-made puppet in Manchester walks the walk with a story to tell - - -
Thursday 7th October 2021 11:12 am
Your fist, her chin,
in the ring that never before
let the likes of you in.
Did you think about that
as you laid those blows, about
those who knocked you down
for a hundred and sixteen years?
They marked your gold
at the art gallery.
Outside, not in.
There are some fights
you are yet to win.
Fom 'The Taking Part': https://joewilliams.co.uk/publication/the-taking-part/
Thursday 7th October 2021 11:03 am
You say tommorow
I say today
Why is that
It's lots better
You see as
It could be gone in a second
Stop putting your goals
In order to get them ticked off
You must set yourself
A plan,while chipping
Away at it each day
Back and seeing the results
The calender keeps rolling
But you must not use
It as an e...
Thursday 7th October 2021 10:33 am
Also by sophiethegirl whodarestodream:music is good for the soul | how happy I felt | blogging is good | the importance of sunscreen |
Roses were never within her
For only the cloying fragrance of lilies
emanated from every pore
and ethereal breath
A succulent moss gave comfort
like an earthly blanket
Seducing her cold, dead bones
Pale, decaying flesh turning
fertilizer for sprouting fungi:
such tempting, flavoursome morsels
of a fine meaty bouquet
The swirling breeze whispers:
Wednesday 6th October 2021 6:05 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:The Sixpence |