Noxious gasses bleed the sun,
The gashes in arms feed the blossum,
Feathers fell and dug down deep,
Never more forgetting,
The cauldron falls in cornered lips,
The building bustle in the stream,
Castrated the cow and godless famine,
The death of the poor did bring a smile,
Another day and other shallow,
Wading in the depths of despair.
Tuesday 29th November 2022 12:21 am
Also by Alita Moore:Imaginary Children |
Lift the lid of a long ago childhood
take out the figure of a small lonely boy
and stand him looking out of the window
of a filthy stinking stone floor kicthen
bereft of almost evrything usually seen in typical kitchens
including food of which there is hardly a scrap to be found
see the tears dripping from his young innocent eyes
at the end of each long days watching fro...
Monday 28th November 2022 10:54 pm
Also by LEON STOLGARD:Non judgemental |
Imagine freedom being tied
To how far you can run
Be it from a gun,
Running from expectations
You're acting like a bum
To succumb to banal pleasures
Experienced pleanty these few years
But yet still
A master of none
The cat has 9 lives
You live to tell one tale
You've been given plenty of opportunities
And yet you fai...
Monday 28th November 2022 10:30 pm
Also by Jamal Buchanan:Excess |
“And it’s just a box of rain
I don’t know who put it there
Believe it if you need it
Or leave it if you dare.”
Songwriters: Philip Lesh / Robert C. HunterPhilosophy or poetry?
Plato preferred philosophy,
He would, being a philosopher.
Poets, of course, are liars by profession,
We endeavour to give an air of truth
To airy nothings.
Poets, like children, personify ideas
Monday 28th November 2022 9:01 pm
Also by John E Marks:A satire of sorts | A place of recovery | SNOW WHITE STARS | Suti | Lotta Continua. | A loving heart is truest wisdom | Gérard Manley Hopkins SJ | Towards the year's midnight | The Unpurged Images of Day | A Victorian Saturday Night | Empty | Blank slate | Winter of my Heart | Broken vessel | A permanent loss of happiness | Another place, another time | DRINKING WHERE THE RIVER BED IS DRY | The Swan with two Nicks | icons of the sun | Al Andalusia | As I rise, so will I burn | DAY OF THE DEAD - November 2, 2022 |
Don’t hit your grandad with a golf club, William,
it might just hurt, and it isn’t very kind.
He shouldn’t have laid it down in the hall,
leaving it out there, for you to find,
and I know he says that he doesn’t mind,
but his blood makes a mess upon the wall
and it’s a ten hour wait for an ambulance call.
The symptoms of a mild concussion
are difficult to detect at all.
Monday 28th November 2022 8:55 pm
Also by John Botterill:History is Bunk | J.G.Barwell's Radio Show | An Elegy from a Malton Graveyard | Rillington Motorbike Club | Reunion | Early Learning |
When I first saw my girlfriend naked
I knew there was something wrong,
although she'd taken her clothes off
she still had her wellingtons on!
She kept them on while making love
and despite the increased friction
I saw it my duty to carry on,
to abstain was a dereliction
Bought online they were shocking pink
with tartan straps on the tops
She dyed her ...
Monday 28th November 2022 8:27 pm
Also by Telboy:I'm a Celebrity etc | House of Shrines |
Tainted words are like shadows
Amid your weak sunny days
Tainted dreams are like the mud
On your black patent leather shoes
You cannot walk towards your hope
Having these sorrowful feet
And with a barefaced kind
Of friend hidden on your mind
Tainted whispers are like a curse
With the promises you've broken
Maybe a thousand times
A sudden storm taints the breeze
Monday 28th November 2022 7:55 pm
Monday 28th November 2022 7:35 pm
I am, he thought, not where I want to be
Or should be, I feel misplaced
Lost, a missed opportunity.
My frame has drifted far away from me
The faded space is left to see,
The hook is still there, no hanging now, but empty.
My square peg has been hammered
Into this round hole.
My lines are stammered, fluffed my starring role
The curtain falls,
An open goal is scuffed,,...
Monday 28th November 2022 6:52 pm
Also by mike booth:To be young again |
Kidder?? your right wing commentary
Means nothing to me.
I could metaphorically-
Punch out your teeth
With a single blow.
If you *see* that I'm middle aged
It should persuade
To *not* think you can troll
This mid-50's Barbie doll.
You're an amoeba
In 'moms' basement.
Of your brain
With the hardened c...
Monday 28th November 2022 6:50 pm
Also by Jo Callisto:Elon Musk Smells Of Wee | Imprint | Tangles | Hideous Gomphidius | I'm In Hell | There's No YOU There | Can You Just Not | This Isn't The Way | Revenge Of Pancake Man | Hope | Why Is Donald Trump? | Wavelengths | Wavelengths |
There is nothing more enchanting
than a woodland at this time of year
Shrouded in a cloak of fog and mist the hidden birds are all I hear
Towering trees rise like tall giants
from the earth they reach to the sky
Caught in the tight grip of autumn
the last crimson leaves delight the eye
Photo credit Dr Amir Khan
Monday 28th November 2022 5:23 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Recharge | Brain Freeze | Misty Sunrise | Robin | Soupy Abyss | Cumbrian Forest | Depths Of Autumn | Fiery Heavens | Delicate Sunrise | The Simple Things | Goldfinch | Last Hurrah | Standing Still | Gold Confetti |
I keep my grandmother's rosary
under my pillow
so when bad things happen,
sad phone calls late at night,
sad dreams through the night,
I hold it in my hand
nestled under the pillow,
safe & warm,
dark black beads
cool to the touch,
Jesus on the cross
little silver plate with Mother Mary image,
10 beads five times,
with 3 beads in between,
Monday 28th November 2022 4:19 pm
Also by Hélène:Balance | Holiday Gathering | Meeting the Day | Live in the Light | Freedom | Learning to Shift | Oh How I Love! | Opening | Cocooned | Arriving & Leaving | Little Boat | Nap Time | Keep Trying | House to House | Winds | Good Enough | The Long Journey | In Our Hearts | This Moment | Learning to Sew | Movement | Break Through | Cleaning House | Rain | An Army of Angels | A Day | Cat | Silence of the Hummingbird | I Am (affirmation poem) | As Far Back As You Can | Morning Air |
Beware of short men in positions of power
Looking for ways to make their mean weeds flower.
Hurrying and harrying the gullible that we see go.....
Following the long legs of a monstrous ego.
Monday 28th November 2022 2:33 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:PUTIN AND SOLDIERS' MOTHERS | YOU ARE THE MUSIC | A QUESTION OF DISCRIMINATION | TURNING THE CLOCKS BACK |
The following is my response to Red Button's recent post: https://sharkfishinginwales.blogspot.com/2022/10/bemoaning-state-of-high-street.html
Britain’s been given
An Anti-Social-ist Behaviour Dis-Order,
The Tories flaunt it,
Like a naughty teen.
Britain’s ill, but can’t get treament,
Because of the cuts,
So the cuts on her wrists,
Are growing in number,
I’ve grown acc...
Monday 28th November 2022 12:55 pm
Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:Nostalgia | Their Favourite Things | Na Gaotha (The Winds) | GASLIGHT CHARADE | POPPY ROCKS BOLLOCKS | Autumn Leaves Haiku 俳句 | Counting One to Ten in Irish |
You have said, that it has to be
Our future is no longer we.
There's always you, but without me.
I cling to our memories of what went before
Before you said we were no more,
With your suitcase in hand, you slammed the door.
It seems strange, yet clear to me, I'm
Unhappy being this carefree,
I want a second chance at being we.
I cling to our memories of what wen...
Monday 28th November 2022 9:55 am
Also by JD Russell:The Hairdressers Tale | Anxiety | Naughty John and the Fire | The Minder | RAF Swinderby | Stay with me | One, Two, Three, More | No more the fool |
In all my years of writing bad poetry and doggerel, never in my wildest dreams would I imagine that I would be one of the 5 winners in an Award Anthology but that is exactly what has happened and I was stopped by police (for this is a police state) running so fast to the Building Society to pay the cheque for ...
Monday 28th November 2022 9:37 am
Also by Red Button:The Moon as a Fishing Buoy in Bermo |
~ imPRESSions ~
Monday 28th November 2022 8:56 am
Also by Frederick Kesner:negotiable leave | new car | where might you be? | irreconcilably different? | ode to Phillis Wheatley | fallen | sea change | seasonalities | in there somewhere was goodbye |
I see you withering as nature decree's
bowing your beautiful head
and expiring from so beloved a presence
you were a participant of perfection
a daily miracle that once
capitulated with the Sun and the rain
sadly, gone shall you soon be
stooped with age-d growth
to slumber in your scarlet haven of repose
although one of so many
all will ...
Sunday 27th November 2022 11:28 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Swimming with loan sharks | Hang about! death is dead good! | What being here consists of | Zest | Closure | Cranial evictions | Squanderers | aT eACh oThErs tHrOaT | Permanent solution for the unfaithfuls | The way to learn nothing | Heartisically | Shadow jealousy | Water music | Hurrah for the bread salvagers! | Or is the road to revival too rocky? | While the Sun sleeps | tangled pattern | Discarded | hands on |
A harp string plucked
is a real flower plucked
the thorn is a private concern.
Scaling Jacob's ladder of bliss
arpeggios, rambling roses,
no upper limit in the air.
As light chords rise, what covenant filled skies!
Confirmation from the chorus
all that rings true is agreeable to all.
And in the moment's silence between notes
measured minds orientate themselves.
Sunday 27th November 2022 9:32 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:News | On The Plus Side | An Age Thing | Spanish Guitar | Wider World | Dreamer To Dreamer Speaks | Your Humble Poet | The Luminous Poets | Latest Developments | Piano |
Before you put them away neatly coiled last year you checked them and they worked.
You took them out this year and they have inextricably entangled themselves; and they don’t work.
You wonder why, but you needn’t. The answer is in the name, Fairy Lights. It is, of course, the fairies who make them work.
But where ever there are fairies there are hobgoblins and it is their work to s...
Sunday 27th November 2022 9:21 pm
Also by John Coopey:THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM | THE RELUCTANT MONARCHIST | BIG JUD ET AL | GREGGS VOUCHERS | INVISIBLE | THE LINE AND SQUARE | MY FIRST... | MINOR SIN |
You adjusted the pillow so tenderly under my head while we fucked,
I had never experienced consideration like that before, it felt so intimate.
It was so humane.
You detected my discomfort and cared enough to act.
I admit, it was exactly what I was longing for.
I am terrified.
Now, I must wait with white knuckles, choking on my breath....
Sunday 27th November 2022 8:36 pm
Also by M. Smith:Intentionality |
with the last lines borrowed from Kaveh Akbar
Tension begins here:
My bleed/my break
the line one curves over slopes
the crevice cascading two-pulicitous over an edge
the stream of over-consciousness squelched in bliss
Return with me now,
wind humming honey
a touch filled with ache
when silence lingers in our throats
You sit with me now
distance a year ...
Sunday 27th November 2022 4:31 pm
Also by Mel:refusal is slow |
back to this same moment
every time but always
different some, different
much. round and round.
(i'm) tired and deflated
(i'm) scattered and frustrated (i'm)
escaping and avoiding
my grief in screen
and moving ideas that
end up my brain.
i will write the words for strangers to read.
i'll get back on my bike.
i'll start again with breath and being.
i'll dream up an...
Sunday 27th November 2022 10:32 am
Also by nicola van straaten:into it it | strength | V | you can breathe easy | don't despair | right here on the edge |
Image: Early morning in Midland shortly after sunup, outside the motel whjere I was staying, it was cold and would be for most of the time I was stayng there.
18.11.22 - 71) Last night went alright, for me an’ Chris it was a delight
I shared my rhyme, in Midland for the first time
This morning it’s clear with a chill in the air. The cold winds still there
Saturday 26th November 2022 11:23 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 3 Austin to Midland | 2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 2 Austin | 2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 1 The Journey Out |
She only has to write a few poem fuelling words
and already they are powerful enough
to send a metaphorical rocket to a metaphorical Moon
She pens one last full stop
and the enormously winged masterpiece
leaves the page on its flight
to world wide noteriety
In the past when her mind went inspirational word hunting
it would explore the universal sized realms of he...
Saturday 26th November 2022 10:01 pm
Also by Bethany Sallis:Overdue clarification of a Fathers worth | After the Sun logs on | Getting my thoughts into a thinking twist | Sh! no names mentioned! | Box office enquiry | Continual rise | Wasted Son | Two thieves | Pardon my disbelief |
She holds her tongue for a gray man
with a smoking jacket and whispered I love you’s.
She holds her tongue for crumbs on countertops,
hairs on bathroom sinks, unwashed hands
and mornings with unbrushed teeth.
She holds on for passionate kisses and long embraces
that heat up to a thousand degrees under the sheets.
She presses on for those hard fought moments.
She gasps for air b...
Saturday 26th November 2022 3:19 pm
Also by kimberly:Under the Covers | Tossed Asides |
Poem 37 of 230: RODEO DRIVE
On visiting Los Angeles,
I thought I’d walk Rodeo Drive;
I’d passed a few up-market shops
When an hombre said: “Take one please.”
‘Twas info. on exploitation,
Which I read that night in my room;
It mentioned of the unfair gap -
Sweatshop-wages to profit-on.
I left him to visit the john,
Which was all clad in marble stone;
Then I wa...
Saturday 26th November 2022 12:58 pm
Mon amour, you make,
Restless; my heart,
Such things, it's heard,
Yet, what keeps me going...
Mon amour, thy word
Disguised as fine,
The Concealed jealousy,
Often seems absurd..
Yet, what keeps me going,
Mon amour, thy word
Servile ; i stayed
Waiting for you,
as the memories blurred,
Yet, what kept me going,
Mon amour, thy word
Been too fragile,
Hurt my feelings...
Saturday 26th November 2022 11:03 am
The Rona Effect
Brain that feels like hollow
Night sweats and body aches
With mash potato body to follow
Ten hours sleep
But still so hazy
Unable to focus
Like I’m halfway between hungover and crazy
Hacking cough and congestion
Mental health in question
More sleep please
Oh wait— no— I’m wired
How is my body blocking my zzzz’s
When I’m so damn ...
Saturday 26th November 2022 4:17 am
is that chocolate?
Your wife is shocked that your fruit
is not chocolate.
(From a haiku poetry book 'Fruit Haiku' in development - likely to be finished in 2023 or 2024. A Black Sapote is a species of persimmon. Common names include chocolate pudding fruit, black soapapple and zapote prieto. The tropical fruit tree is native to Mexico, Central America, and Colombia. The common name...
Friday 25th November 2022 10:23 pm
Also by Andy N:Charity Anthology Submissions Wanted |
taking care not to slip
I overstride the bottom stair
of November and keen my ear
as the fates murmur their annual
carol of hope wishes and dreams
for the arrival of a white Christmas,
a passive glance to the pathetic
stinging drizzle outside augers
treacherously long odds
albeit much can happen in a month,
early decorations have already
begun to blossom like gaudy...
Friday 25th November 2022 2:45 pm
I often wonder
About the last leaf on the tree
And whether there is a leaf
That refuses to wither
To decay, to die
To remain as soft
Lissome, and lithe
As the day it first grew
On the tree
And not just a memory
Of a memory
That we hold
In a photograph
Of a love
In the first bloom of spring
And days of light
And sun without end
Friday 25th November 2022 1:09 pm
The sound of wind
The lights are dimmed
Watch the trees swaying side by side
Similar to an unpredictable tide
Let this wind erase your pain
Without leaving any harsh stains
The breeze brushing against your skin
Closing your eyes knowing you can win
Feeling the cold touch your body
Gazing at the clouds, since it isn’t foggy
Such a beautiful feeling inside out
Friday 25th November 2022 1:05 pm
I know they're under the eaves scheming
for a next move nothing left to chance.
My torch reveals one taking the outside air at night
in a strung rocking chair,
a perfect design in its world of complexity.
By day nothing is visible except threads
in corners, where futures are made.
A sense of privilege holds me back from destroying them
allowing full rein over my dis...
Thursday 24th November 2022 7:01 pm
Also by ray pool:WAR CHANT |
Grandad Flanagan sat on his stool to tell the children a tale he called,
‘Where there’s a walrus there is a way’.
‘Young Dan from Ireland’s lovely Dingle was always in trouble at school.
But it all changed when he found Wally, an amphibian mammal,
who, due to pollution, wouldn’t enter Mallybotton bay,
and so found herself in some distress.
But a cruising dolphin asked a seagu...
Thursday 24th November 2022 5:47 pm
Also by Kevin Vose:What makes us human? | A dreaming man | Mary Lou wanders |
Doves on the fence line, shedding the morning rain
Sitting in this quiet fog with me
First sleepless night in a while, but I'm more awake now
Third cigarette down, shaking cups of hot black coffee
Mornings are the best, and the worst, sometimes both at once
The roof drips staccato in the garden, old friends shedding leaves
There is something peaceful in the birds, these dying peppers in the ...
Thursday 24th November 2022 5:42 pm
Also by scribble:A river with no name |
IF I WERE AT MY BROTHER’S TOMB
If I were at my brother’s tomb I’d cry -
I’d say “well, it should’ve been me!”
My brother was that intelligent guy
who first proposed that <BEE>
might well soon ensue from @
in the international language alphabet…
he was – and is – such a cool cat -
and how could I ever forget
that dream I had when I was young -
Thursday 24th November 2022 1:15 am
Also by JOHN F B TUCKER:ON MY LIST | CUMULO-NIMBUS HAIR | THROUGH THE ROOF | WHICHAM VALLEY AS A SCRATCH ON A CD | TWO VISIONS OF WINTER |
In a way, it reminds me of my brother,
Who lived for seven days in nineteen forty-eight.
A young life was snuffed out, barely begun,
And Mum and Dad’s heartbreak never really healed.
George. I still have his birth certificate.
Medicine was less advanced back then
But everyone involved did their level best
To keep him in this world. No one was to blame.
Unlike in today’s new...
Wednesday 23rd November 2022 5:22 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Rough Sleeper | Przewodow | Luxury | Mykolaiv Zoo | A Song for Ukraine | Armageddon |
Another punch to the gut
That’s how it feels
When my words hit the page
My pen doesn’t flutter
Like a butterfly
My pen is a sword
A weapon that wields anger
Melded with sadness
Made up of vowels wrapped
Around lazy consonants
They paint a picture
Of torment and loss
My ink digs in deep
Finding places in me
Wednesday 23rd November 2022 4:58 pm
Experimenting, we placed the moon
on various branches of the pines
while the morning was still very new
We considered the jealous stars above,
those not ready to depart the dawn
Amidst the chill of the Autumn air
they were invited to join us here
in our temple among the trees
Wednesday 23rd November 2022 4:34 pm
Also by Mike McPeek:The Suitcase | If | Thanksgiving, 2009 |
Can you hear a sob and wail.
In this sorry World Cup tale.
Above the roar of every goal.
Listen out for every lost soul.
Beneath the sunny Qatari skies.
Listen to their desperate cries.
How many died, it's hard to tell?
Slave labour, in conditions of hell.
In the desert heat, toiling away.
Brutal conditions, pittance of pay.
Families left to mourn and weep.
Ghosts of Q...
Wednesday 23rd November 2022 11:00 am
Also by Mike Bartram:The Ugly Game | A Dangerous Man | One More To Begin | The Black Jelly Baby |
Jack, being a responsible lad, before going up the hill
took Jill to the clinic and put her on the pill.
But Jill, being a devious girl with her body clock ticking
didn't take the pill before she let him put his dick in,
four months down the line she felt the baby kicking.
Jack went mad and said you've ruined my bloody life.
Jill said you can fuck right off I'm not your...
Tuesday 22nd November 2022 11:17 pm
Also by Reggie's Ghost:Keeping It Warm | Running Through the Silence |
My dad gave me a pair of glasses when I was about 5
It confused me a little
He said, “This is the only thing you’ll ever need.”
“This will keep you as my little girl,” he said
He put it on and looked at me with a smile
With a warm one, I could see he liked it this way
I wondered back then if the warmth would cool if I took it off
but I didn’t want to find out so soon
Tuesday 22nd November 2022 8:29 pm
Also by Lisa Harris:Close the door | Write a happy poem she said | The one with depression | Cause I Can't Remember | the 5th kitten | Rose | Colours | You Showed Me | The unattainable spark of life | How to love thyself? | Cause I remember |
The surf gladly births
to be dressed
in all the superlatives
of idolatry; yet
the same surf
swiftly buries Aegeus,
to be forsaken
like a postscript
within the waves
that he names;
an elemental nascence
and death's dreaded cadence,
a dichotomy of the sea,
bathing the essence
of myth after myth...
Tuesday 22nd November 2022 4:41 pm
Also by Holden Moncrieff:Ramshackle | Nobody. |
I need to see clearly now
We are caught and entagled in a synthetic web
the recipients of fake news, the victims of deceit
Confused and bewlidered we stagger about
mentally dull and spiritually exhausted
We flounder and stumble from pillar to post
lost in a world, a web that entices and seduces us
My eyes are dimmed, my heart flags
yet resistence is only a step aw...
Monday 21st November 2022 10:46 pm
Also by keith jeffries:In the twinkling of an eye | The Edge of Emptiness | Quiet Desperation | The River of Babylon | This War |
It’s a direct drive of fifty litres
From me to you.
Six hundred miles north
Until I’m resting my eyes on your face:
That soothing easy care
From the dial and touch
Of your features
The mixed fabric of your voice
Trickling through my cells.
I am freestanding
But will bloom
When you enter the room.
I’m in this intensive
Monday 21st November 2022 8:49 pm
Her wrinkled hand took hold of his
as she sang a grand old song
Her grandson looked at it & said:
You've been in the bath too long!
She said, "Those creases are like the circles
within a wonderful tree!
It shows how long I've been around
How long that I've been me!"
There's a lot of creases there, Grandma
They've spread right up to your face!
Sunday 20th November 2022 4:00 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:Jeepers creepers | Please Remember Me |
quatre-mains sur moi
ménage à trois
folie a deux
un un un
Sunday 20th November 2022 12:46 pm
Also by Kevin Tan:My reverse bucket list | One Last Poem | You are beautiful (Dutch-Nederlands) | Sel👩na | B😭wling for Columbine (OT Bible Genesis) | Netherlands in trouble (S.O.S.) | Nothing is sin (Dutch) | Anton Corbijn (Nederlands) | Russians versus Ukrainians | Online Self-Improvement | I wrap my arms around you (Dutch) | Mar👬y Jesus | JUST SET IT RIGHT |
If there's a need to
Wake up from a dream
(If i am in one)
I'll simply close my eyes
And will go to sleep
Sunday 20th November 2022 6:48 am
It doesn't matter what you do or give to me
For I ain't expecting much from any human being.
My expectations are from my Rabb alone
Who is the king of all kings and omnipotent Lord
If it would be real, it would have happened
Whether dreams, friendship or love
Things that are fake and dramatized
Ends sooner than begun
Don't you dare expect from me that you can'...
Sunday 20th November 2022 6:03 am
Also by Ghazala lari:Life is just a test | Envy?? | World of deception | Equine therapy | 100 years |
Pit brown, eddies like molasses
Trout, their underbellies speckled
with mottled brown marks swim
inside a subterranean world
Ceaseless the water runs
Never the same pattern
As in life the moment passes
and can never be lived again.
Saturday 19th November 2022 5:24 pm
No, you don't owe them a thing
But should you offer anything
I pray it be kindness.
Saturday 19th November 2022 4:02 pm
Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:Dear Agony. | Wild Woman (17.) |
We grow up with fantasies in our head
"Become more", naturally I said
That is all I want for you and I
It was only borrowed time
They were only doing what was in their heads
It IS worth sharing
But can it be?
What am I becoming?
What have I said?
Can someone share this with me?
Friday 18th November 2022 9:29 pm
Beggars aren't choosers
Only if you are a beggar
Or consider yourself one
You lose your liberties
To choose and make choices
Ships are safe in the harbours
But that's not what ships are made for
They are designed for the oceans and turbulence
So if you are comfortably cozy in your corner
Consider yourself docked for few hours
After which you have to make a...
Friday 18th November 2022 1:33 pm
Also by N.B:Shoelaces | The tongue 👅 😋 | Until forever...... | Nostalgic winter season | The other side of the coin | See me Rise | Untitled | Don't assume nor presume |
We live our lives in hope
From when we’re conscious of the world ,
We hope for something we know nothing of
But what is hope
A human state , that seals our fate
Or manufactured in the brain
Or state of mind that keeps us sane
Hope is always round corner
A little chink that feeds the mind
Stops the world from going blind
Lifts the heart when thin...
Thursday 17th November 2022 9:02 pm
Also by Edbreathe:Explain (again) | Autumn Knight | SLeeP |
I want to be as hot as the sun,
As bold as the ocean.
I want to shaped like a perfect, pretty, pink heart,
And painted by Di Vinci himself.
I wish to be as beautiful as Cleopatra,
Yet as poisonous as a snake.
I wish to be happy with long hair, and shiny ivory skin, as plump and picturesque as one can be.
Let this not be jealousy,
Let this be the truth.
Let me not be engu...
Thursday 17th November 2022 7:59 pm
Also by Isabella Clarkson:Breezy day. | We are human. We are women. |
I wake up each morning
my mind wrapped around your body.
spiralling in an unbreakable circuit
round and round
bound by terminal planetary rings
orbiting around closed eye film trailers of you
moving through sleeps ghostly shadows
from my pillow, crawling up the wall onto the ceiling
before dropping onto and into me.
watching a candlelight burning in a lighthouse
Thursday 17th November 2022 2:22 pm
Also by Rob Cohen:dreams + psychedelic drugs as inter~dimensional portals |
It’s hard finding the words
To describe this feeling
Alive, breathing in my thoughts
In my grasp loosing meaning
Someone chaining my voice
Sucking the air i ought to be breathing
Crushing the soil that I walk
Ripping my dreams in pieces
Making it clear it will never stop
Not abiding to any reasoning
Reaching an edge I never crossed
Thursday 17th November 2022 3:03 am
Also by racha:Doors |
STREETS BECOME GULLIES
RIVERS BECOME INSURANCE CLAIMS
CARS BECOME PEDESTRIAN SPRAYERS
UMBRELLAS BECOME ABSOLUTE NECESSITIES
AVOIDING PUDDLES BECOMES GAMES OF HOPSCOTCH
BIRD BATHS BECOME POINTLESS
LADIES NEW HAIR DO'S BECOME RATS TAILS
CENTRALLY HEATED HOUSES BECOME WET CLOTHES SANCTUARIES
WATERPROOFS AND WELLIES BECOME THE LATEST FASHIONS
BUSES BECOME MOBILE SAUNAS
Tuesday 15th November 2022 9:03 pm
It's occurred to me that I really love the kind of things that represent a beautiful but gentle sadness because it feels like the most accurate reflection of real life and it feels the most like home.
Tuesday 15th November 2022 6:27 am
Also by Steven J Fish:After All | Mind Fog | The Bottle | Rest |
"i know how to walk from here to there"
okay, i muse back,
"so walk through fires with me, walk through"
i cant. i never have been able to.
the places that i walk from are the mouths of cavernous houses.
and from them ive only just realised i can leave.
"i will give you wings and a heart and a lust for the finer things"
good, i need an incentive.
"but you must act upon...
Tuesday 15th November 2022 12:43 am
Also by Nadia Coia:ruddy farmers daughter | there's a couple sitting two seats in front |
A village Remembrance service.
The same old hymns,
and pacifist sentiment.
Sun streams through
the memorial hall window
so that I can hardly see.
And when we come
to those words
and the bugle plays
and tears are wiped away
that same sun
has gone down, disappeared.
Why did we fight? Maybe
just to defend the British
belief in fair play, in sticking
Monday 14th November 2022 9:53 am
My thoughts are clean
I am kind
I am free
I have strong boundaries
I am stronger than any
I am stronger than any
Any low vibrating entities
Or dark forces
My shadow and my light
Are very balanced
My angel and my demon
Are best friends
I am very sexy
Men get hard
Just from the thought of me
Saturday 12th November 2022 9:05 pm
Also by Mama Lola:My Name Is Sunshine | Tick Tock | A Reminder To My Inner Teenager |
Lifeless monarch dances with Elvis and the Tall Man
Eternal caretaker roams the trysting fields, wraps his rictus
Grin round the empty gin bottle
Waiting for the announcement of a significant death
The clown shakes off his last cigarette
Haunted by the cold face of a living
Being, in an English winter of worried
Wives and broken men
The eternal caretaker stood ov...
Friday 11th November 2022 6:19 pm
Look at the art
but don’t fall in
it only leads to
your entire life
leave them in a corner
of your mind
while you work
yourself to the bone
heaven might come
to resemble them
Friday 11th November 2022 4:45 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Live Texting The South Bronx Middle School Parent Teacher Conference | Cops Come in All Shapes and Sizes | Pink Coast | Polite Company |
You say the world is beautiful
you say the world is sad
And all I have to add
is that it can be
so much more than that
but you must let it in…
You won’t walk on the beach
you say the sand will soil your soles
The lapping waves
like slathering tongues
will only taste you
and you won’t let it in…
O, won’t you come and see
the seasons with me
Won’t you come and see
this world of s...
Friday 11th November 2022 10:17 am
Also by Tom:Gentleness |
The hour is slim!
the time to entwine
with her and
with advantage inhale
the heavy offering
from between the jaws
of her open thighs.
Persephone's tasty flesh
renders her cleft
of wet truth-
she can slake this thirst-
can assuage my ache
when enthralled against
the serpent earth,
with legs knotted,
we lay tangled
in ancient ruin.
Thursday 10th November 2022 4:25 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Recollection |
Love is love they say as their loveless mouths spit each syllable like a foulness upon their tastebuds. All the while spouting poisonous scriptures on why your kind of love is not adhered to, not seen, not recognised.
And if it is not recognised, but you still dare to live outside their boundaries, you are cast away.
Family is everything, they speak as though that ought to be enoug...
Thursday 10th November 2022 3:48 pm
Also by F.Jae:From up on the poppy hill | Onyx Eyes |
We're late and
I am losing the battle.
his will is stronger
now he is holding
except he is not brushing his teeth
instead his smearing
the smiling mouth
of his fabric crocodile,
while all I can manage
is to watch
weighted by what's
still required to do,
feeling my oversized tiredness
weigh upon the thin springs
of his undersized matt...
Thursday 10th November 2022 2:33 pm
Also by Tom Harding:Entropy | Napkin Equation |
In furthest Mumbo Jumbo land
Where dragons take you by the hand
and show you fiery pits of fear
that burn and scar blood sweat and tear
In Whatever, Forever, Never land
Where stoic figures stalk the night
to horrify, take great delight
Bringing, angst, pain, terror, and fright
The very thought of what they do
Is enough to shred the nerves of you
and me, and ...
Thursday 10th November 2022 1:13 pm
Also by Rick Varden:Colours that Bleed | Bonfire night blues |
We live in fear
Of putting the electricity on
We live in fear
Of the next bill to come
We freeze in desperation
As the gas dies down
We live in fear
Of people in dinghy boats,
Though we know none of them
They make us fear…
The bus we can’t catch
The train we can’t ride in
The pub we can’t go into
Whilst they unpack
Fresh Harrods s...
Thursday 10th November 2022 11:12 am
The songs I hear,
So melodious and eloquent
The stories I read
So intriguing and fluent
But, when I attempt to create
What I think to be my literary best
My drivel could, really,
Drive a hornet from its nest.
I get the phrase,
Not the apt usage,
I wish to express,
Without sufficient verbiage!
I get the lingo right,
But not the intonation.
Or great r...
Thursday 10th November 2022 7:51 am
It is windy here now, as the aurora moves closer,
all are gone to a terra-formed object for……….
………...I am here, still.
My fleece is tight around my neck and body
for the cold and, no birds are apparent, or even, fly.
I am ‘stayed’ as a stubborn that cannot and will not
uphold a disrespect for thi...
Thursday 10th November 2022 5:42 am
Live it how you live it
I have sandboxed mine
I put thoughts to deeds
Bound to natural mistakes
But I choose the lessons
Free advice cost pain too
I too fuck up trying to love
Boys I keep think like I do
We share paths and words
Different work, same goals
Putting coins to good use
Sawing seeds to feed us later
Pimping shelters to houses
Time alone is for...
Wednesday 9th November 2022 12:27 pm
Also by Lucas Chihinga:Like A Rose |
As a child he kept amphibians
netted in the gentle stream,
fed maggots, worms and spiders;
enjoyed that savage ritual.
Along the seaside promenade
he'd pester grandma for another coin
to watch the clockwork execution:
a model man led out by guards
who dropped through a tiny trapdoor.
Later he amassed billions,
rose to power, eliminated rivals,...
Tuesday 8th November 2022 3:05 pm
Detachment: the state of being objective or aloof.
Just a simple word with a simple meaning but with much importance in the life of a normal human being. We may never notice, but it's a virtue if you know when to detach yourself from a feeling, person, or habit. It may sound a bit awkward to people when you tell them just to detach themselves from something that used to have great importanc...
Tuesday 8th November 2022 1:41 pm
Summat and Nuffin
Heard before seeing approaching train station;
bubbles of sound that he blows for beguiling
the purposive hordes in their panting impatience –
his smile isn’t worn by the faces that file in.
Sat cross-legged, upturned hat on the pavement,
he strives against platform announcements and sirens
which torment the ears and evoke imprecations,
Tuesday 8th November 2022 9:54 am
Also by penguin:Study Day on Attachment |
Cuts from pristine crisp yellow pages
leading to a moonlit night
beside the waves
with the onomatopoeia of the lapping waters
against your feet
and the warmth from the
Cuts from letters
not pronouncing love
but charges for services with “friendly reminder” written in red
and an occasional congratulations
and seasonal “vote for me”s
Tuesday 8th November 2022 5:41 am
Also by Poetique:Rhetorical questions | Faux Roses |
I am a true leader on top of my game leading by example
and the name of the game is compassion and unconditional love
nothing equals its power. It stops nuclear bombs in their tracks.
Monday 7th November 2022 2:51 am
Despaired Snow white was standing alone,
in the middle of broken bridge,
The bridge connecting her two worlds,
filling day and night with fidge.
One end symbolises freedom,
the moments of true existence,
the moments without fence,
the moments with happy sense,
paving way for upcoming moves of dance.
The other end is suffocating,
hands tied with rope,
life without a...
Saturday 5th November 2022 6:16 am
In the darkest times, there is always a light,
Someone who will hold you, or just sit with you,
when you are feeling doubt.
Maybe it's a person? Or maybe it's a dog? who looks at you with non-judging unconditional love,
and makes you know everything will be alright!
That makes you put on your armour and continue to fight,
Because warriors might lose battles and even have scars,...
Wednesday 2nd November 2022 3:48 pm
𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐌𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞.
𝐒𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬.
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝟑 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞
𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭
𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧
𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞
𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞
𝐈 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫
𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞
𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 ...
Wednesday 2nd November 2022 3:03 am
Tonight's the night have you not heard
Toffee apples have been prepared
Wonderful pumpkin carving creations
Creepy decor and illuminations
Monsters and zombies roam the streets
Pointed hats webbed hands and feet
Awakened corpses arise from their tombs
Black cats and witches fly past on brooms
Sightings of mummy's and trails of blood
Are taking over the ...
Tuesday 1st November 2022 2:09 pm