Day light day light
Screaming till the twilight
Preying on the weak and small
Blood spattered on the ground
Running through the dark parade
Grim like the reaper
Blue horse in the stable
Black cat by the lawn
Remains of relics from the past
Shattered bones and buried future
Burnt skin, bruised faces
Depths of Despair everywhere
Infantile cries , lost mothers
Saturday 18th December 2021 4:20 am
Hi I am Mary and my cat is Bill
who’s green and fat but never ill
he loves to talk and can’t sit still
and often colors to get his fill
drawing pink penguins and orange
dolphins of each both had a million
cousins I said
“who could imagine that…such a funny cat!”
“but it’s easy,” Bill replied without fear
“all you need is hold what’s dear”
so don’t be shy do have a t...
Wednesday 15th December 2021 7:30 pm
I could forget everything and live in this moment forever,
tugs on the heartstring like a beautiful voice in song,
words are the dreams the heart makes,
all now of the dream I have is a requiem.
Monday 6th December 2021 7:17 am
They say the night has a thousand Eyes,
It's beauty no one denies,
The nocturnal passing is cool and crisp,
The mind creates ghosts from a single wisp,
No man knows night truly,
Man knows it comes by dark and cooly,
It has a feeling of enchantment,
Beholders are usually lost in the moment,
The glazed eye that is the moon comes ever slowly,
In the dark speckled sky, people watch them longi...
Sunday 5th December 2021 3:38 am
Cool and softly falls the rain,
from the silvery sky,
it comes sweetly hissing on my roof,
refreshing the world with its life-giving nectar.
Sunday 5th December 2021 3:28 am
Upon my grave do not grieve,
Just leave upon it death's token in reprieve,
A single lily fear not my grave be not chilly,
It is the home of love I am now in heaven far above.
Sunday 5th December 2021 3:18 am
As dark as the night
This is how their eyes look like.
They told me once
Sad eyes are coal black.
From crime to punishment
They got used to travelling
Hand in hand with the act of crying.
As deep as the sea
This is how they look at the pain.
Just like the drops of the rain
This is how they shed tears
Behind the bars.
No need to use fancy words
To tell the sto...
Saturday 7th August 2021 3:31 pm
we were an unsinkable ship,
built to sustain any injury
thrown our way, or so we said.
cast into the dark,
yet illuminated with infinite possibilities.
suddenly slipping through our fingers
the bitter cold quickly rushed in,
and the music played on.
while the chaos surrounded us
and the children were tucked safely in their bed,
the music played on.
while prayers were whispered,
Tuesday 25th May 2021 4:34 pm
WORLD IN LOCKDOWN
A patchwork-style poem written by the people of Merseyside during England's first Coronavirus lockdown 2020
Curated by Barry Woods
Assisted by Michelle Wright
(c) Copyright contributors 2020 (listed at the end)
World in Lockdown
We're earning o...
Monday 24th May 2021 11:44 pm
The walls tell lies
So do not touch them
Especially if you feel lonely
You will feel icecold otherwise
Beyond the Moon lies
The exhausted star of your eyes
Do not wish on that star
And do not ever want to cry
The lyrics will become parts of lies
If your heart does not compose them
So do not sing, and pretend to be wise
Keep on feeling not the same
Friday 21st May 2021 5:10 am
You're a steady stream of bad choices waiting to happen.
The eye of the storm, or the calm before it?
What's the difference?
It's going to ruin you anyway.
You're a constant trickle of water, wanting to make noise but too scared to do it.
Because you're a puppet controlled by strings.
Water controlled by the trap.
I wish my life was like a game show where you press the buzzer and you're...
Wednesday 19th May 2021 3:40 pm
The bird had put the blame
On the wind
To escape from the accusations
Made by the rose
The wind had put the blame
On the season
To define herself as the breeze
That every flower wants to seize
The time had put the blame
On the ambigous space
To defend her soul once again
Arguing that she was not feeling the same
The artist had put the blame
On the lyrics of t...
Sunday 16th May 2021 5:07 am
Living a life of fantasy is such fun.
Once you give your life control to your heart,
you begin to enjoy its every part.
At times listening to heart gives memories,
and you can spend your life with its stories.
I lived my 10th grade in the fantasy world of reality
when I gave my life control to my feelings impatiently.
Something I'll never regret,
not even in the days o...
Tuesday 11th May 2021 2:15 pm
Entering into today’s day and age, we take turns turning the page.
Let us begin,
as were taken back to a time— lined with the new heights of always measuring up to ones expectations.
Ascendant signs are all "GO".
birthmarks placed on the face of the earth; add attachment to the earthly plane, and embody rebirth.
the fabric of the universe tucks us away—as our materialization is made—from a ...
Friday 16th April 2021 7:22 am
woods filled with snow
I walked through woods
as they filled with snow
a winters walk to fill my lungs
with cold december chill
I came to a small rise
one that I did not know
where did this hill come from
how was I unaware
I looked for familiar sightings
but found none
nothing seemed identifiable
I walked to the edge of the hill
Friday 5th March 2021 8:36 pm
Some day you gonna say, some day you gonna stop
Some day the world will listen, some day they gonna stop
Its better to look in bright, so it make you shine
Mix all ingredients of guide, So that it tastes like wine
Follow your heart, follow your dream
Follow your happiness which makes people scream.
Some day you gonna say, some day you gonna stop
Some day the world will liste...
Saturday 20th February 2021 7:05 pm
This winter afternoon
Everything is calm
Everything is silence around me
I only listen to my thoughts
And the inevitable noise
coming from the heater.
I am sitting, staring at nothing
Deep wounds bleed again
Hard times come to me
Long sleepless nights
Sad and old songs
Therapies, books, movies and...
Wednesday 17th February 2021 2:32 pm
Hello, how are you today: upper,middle,lower— class.
front, and center.
I’d like to think if a kid were to get up and say I can’t stand this, then the teacher would get behind them in an orderly fashion.
side by side, classroom C-3 parts in the middle of the day, to make their way back to their seat,
show and tells of mommy and me– are always well received.
A pinned-up faction icon that sta...
Monday 15th February 2021 12:20 am
A bit of light wordplay written pre Trump's eviction to lighten my mood whilst watching what seemed to be a love race to failure between leaders.
Two households, both alack in dignity,
(In fair Corona, where we lay our scene),
Where ancient men come under new scrutiny,
And touching handles leaves civil hands unclean,
From forth the fatal grip of this new f...
Saturday 13th February 2021 7:07 pm
Reflections on single-parenthood.
Last Day at School
And you are off,
Floating through our front door,
Awash with make-up,
Dripping with love,
Much taller now,
Towering above me
A figure of strength,
Last day at school
Where are you now?
When you are not with me,
No need for cuddles,
No clinging to my leg,
You won’t remember,...
Saturday 6th February 2021 8:09 pm
Virus Blues: Removal of the Magnificent
January 14, 2021. © Mark, All rights reserved
for foregone futures,
the virus adaption
of torn open sutures.
while our vulnerable vacate,
the vaccine dilemma,
for the fit to placate.
A lockdown series,
twitching behind curtains,
Removal of life
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:08 pm
Virus Blues: A Bigley Death Rate
November 20, 2020. © Mark, All rights reserved
so low are we,
as a vindictive little virus
chops down our tree.
The chomping chins
dribble out their spit,
a bigley death rate
says an orange twit.
The homogenised lambast
a terminal bent,
health is now
a simple monetised intent.
Vaccines stab at
our glimmered hope,
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:05 pm
Virus Blues 'We didn't go and run away somewhere'
November 11, 2020. © Mark, All rights reserved
We didn't go and run away somewhere
just the way we should,
faster than ever now,
leaking fevered intimate despair.
the grunting of that typical class
deafens the squealing of the sores,
the requiem of the virus boys
stifles the digested stagnant snores.
Thursday 4th February 2021 7:03 pm
My mamma always told me
Don't think so much, do not to fret
She said you should give things time
And time would work, even if not yet
What people say, you cannot change
But remember her words, never forget
"You are the light in the darkness, you are hope
Just smile through it, do not mope."
Words might not change, people say what they say
Kill em with kindness, do as you may.
Monday 25th January 2021 8:12 pm
Little ladies with bouncy curls
We are brought to Mother earth with names of angels, princesses and fairies
But all too soon, the world we grow in turns unsafe, hideous, and scary
These flowers - as buds they never remain
For before 'tis the time to bloom, they learn to battle with the flames
Every day, every moment, a battle she fights
That little lady, that angel, with all ...
Monday 25th January 2021 8:08 pm
In search of love
Do travellers venture dangerous lands
Their hardships conveyed through the tender hands
Which caress and soothe the hearts of lovers left hurt
Which push and help these lovers out of the dirt
And carry them away from the pull of the sand
Their eyes seemingly sharp and bold
For with this courage have they only found it right
To laugh, to learn, to cherish, to fight
Monday 25th January 2021 8:06 pm
Growing up I didn't know
If I was immature or just a little slow
You see I always had intentions for the best
But I took to heart all these suggestions given by the rest
Suggestions that didn't make all that sense
Which made me think twice on my self-confidence
You see I always had intentions for the best
But maybe I was too naive,
too hung up, too tense.
In my quest to be better, I admit...
Monday 25th January 2021 8:05 pm
A man who wants to be a God
Man only not a supernatural being?
Exactly what are you and why?
Man enough to dare to be a God
Nick Armbrister and other writers
Sunday 10th January 2021 9:36 pm
Résumé / Michael Kwack
dull without passion.
tough without fortune.
harsh without comfort.
dry without dream.
empty without story.
absurd without wit.
Thursday 7th January 2021 4:43 pm