A DREAM OF MATHS UPON STARTING TO READ GRAVITY’S RAINBOW
I have a scar+ that is red and black.
2 John Tucker English E English John Tucker Harecroft 1.
Colour circles red. How many circles?
Colour triangles blue. How many squares?
Colour oblongs orange. How many triangles?
When I was 4 I was on holiday in Sweden.
Don’t forget my brother is five years old.
I received a...
Wednesday 30th November 2022 11:19 pm
I hide behind my shine smile
I hide behind my ocd and cleaning haddits
A addict that's me
Full of fear and a huge need to succeed but a great haddit of fucking it Al up
So complex and conflicted so willing to please
Oh I hide behind by perfect Hazel eyes
Behind my cigarette smoke
Please don't get to close
You might just find a boy with no piece feeling like his no plac...
Wednesday 30th November 2022 10:29 pm
The comforting feel of a blued steel weapon does it every time
the solid trust you put in it.
the protection it affords
the ownership is where it starts
takes you all the way
we ain't gonna let that go, no way Jose.
It's what we was brought up with
it's about what we won't put up with
it's a territorial thing we take up arms,
when a situation develops where others ...
Wednesday 30th November 2022 8:51 pm
Also by ray pool:FALSE WIDOW - THE SEQUEL | WAR CHANT |
I stood and watched my dad, entranced,
as he chiselled a hole into a table's leg.
The chisel was a wand in this strong man’s hand,
As he strove to make that table stand.
His hammer met the chisel’s head, precisely,
Time after time, and time after time again,
carving and slicing into the wood’s bright grain.
Until he brusquely brushed the shavings away,
Like a conjuror ...
Wednesday 30th November 2022 8:47 pm
Also by John Botterill:A Golf Lesson | History is Bunk | J.G.Barwell's Radio Show | An Elegy from a Malton Graveyard | Rillington Motorbike Club | Reunion | Early Learning |
So many tragic events have occurred
For reasons we cannot conjure a clue
That someone from the future has never intervened
Tells me time travel can never be true
Wednesday 30th November 2022 8:17 pm
Late Knight Shopping
When the gallant, valiantly
Do battle with the crowds
Wednesday 30th November 2022 7:50 pm
Enter my world,
your very presence,
Potentials and propensities
merge, mould, into:
she is not a fixture,
she is a fitting
in my world,
She flutters, flings, flummoxes,
acquires the shape of the word.
eyes sparkle —
as I burn the last volume
Eternal signs sigh over the ashes.
Letters tell of nightmares,
stone slabs become monster-statues
created by a...
Wednesday 30th November 2022 6:47 pm
Also by John E Marks:SURVIVAL | Poetry or Philosophy? | 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 |
I felt that my life was diminished
My smallest of dreams, suppressed
There stood before me a man of conviction
Asserting that I need not feel oppressed.
Like the pied piper he whistled, I listened
Of ancient arcadia, his land of hope
Where I could escape the rigours of conformity
That hung around my neck like a rope
Simply cradle in the soft arms of Morpheus
Wednesday 30th November 2022 5:04 pm
Also by JD Russell:Hope For Our Love | The Hairdressers Tale | Anxiety | Naughty John and the Fire | The Minder | RAF Swinderby | Stay with me | One, Two, Three, More | No more the fool |
‘You’ve got a bum and a tum now!’ Remarked an old flame,
who’d changed her profession from social worker to children’s magician.
‘You might be greyer of hair,’ she said with a wink,
‘but I remember when you were as thin as a lath,
and though your raggedy existence has aged you somewhat,
you’re now strong, like a put-out-to-grass ox,
if you’ll forgive my back-handed compliment.’
Wednesday 30th November 2022 5:03 pm
Also by Kevin Vose:A truly Christian daughter | Young Dan | What makes us human? | A dreaming man | Mary Lou wanders |
The neighbour's cat
brought a mouse into our garden
four limbs twitching
And from that jaw, those claws
I performed a rescue
but it was all for naught
and I tucked that little life
on the compost stack
hoping it found a comfy spot
to shuffle off
Out walking that same afternoon
on the pavement, on the path
a squirrel who'd tried to fly
but kissed the curb
such a sad sight
as I stro...
Wednesday 30th November 2022 4:33 pm
Also by Tom:If It Rains... | Gentleness |
I have this feeling I know you so.
But not from this life or time line no.
It must be from lifetimes past one or two.
On mystical timelines as we traveled the cosmos through.
You ask how I know well, just call it a hunch.
Every time we chat my heart beats faster and I start to miss you a bunch.
On this plane of existence in this linear timeline.
We meet as strangers, aware at...
Wednesday 30th November 2022 4:23 pm
Also by Danny Giesbrecht:the signs of a true leader |
As I amble through my days
people I love are no longer here,
but they frequently return to me
in unexpected moments
The memories often repeating
These keepsakes of them
alight in my thoughts
and find purchase in a smile
Keeping them close to me
on a cold seashore in winter,
in my dark hours with hit-and-run rain,
and in pictures in frames
Wednesday 30th November 2022 3:31 pm
Also by Mike McPeek:Early Morning in Yosemite | The Suitcase | If | Thanksgiving, 2009 |
In our Lancashire home, in our Lancashire home,
We speak with a Lanky Twang ever so rare,
We’ve got some wet moorlands exceedingly bare,
If you want a few Mountains, we've got some to spare,
In our Lancashire home.
En Vrolijk Kerstmis!
Wednesday 30th November 2022 12:41 pm
Also by Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh:Anti-Social-ist Behaviour Dis-Order | Nostalgia | Their Favourite Things | Na Gaotha (The Winds) | GASLIGHT CHARADE | POPPY ROCKS BOLLOCKS | Autumn Leaves Haiku 俳句 | Counting One to Ten in Irish |
I'm slowed to a halt
behind a cattle transporter
one of the cows puts its snout
through a rope grill
a burden of carnivorous guilt comes
to rest its heavy weight on my mind
without warning I become a combination
of myself and that poor animal
as myself inside the mind of this animal
I'm in a death fearing state
Wednesday 30th November 2022 11:57 am
Also by Rose Casserley:Ode to a dying flower | 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 |
Life is perfect but am not,
I just hope for the next big thing.
“This is perfect” is nothing but a theory,
A life on a TV screen is nothing but a lie too.
Show me a different perspective,
Where are mistakes accepted?
Irrespective of what I say
And do, is nothing but life
The next big thing to die for,
Is breathing my last breath.
Live for what you want, not
Wednesday 30th November 2022 7:44 am
Image: "The Beast" outside Clarks on arrival, I'd made really good time mainly due to the roads being surprisingly clear, and The Beast having plenty of power. In the background is The Royal Standard Clark flew to celebrate my arrival and let others know I was there. He is pictured in the backgound with his friend Blanca
23.11.22 – 88) Alarm rings I wake to find last nights events sti...
Wednesday 30th November 2022 1:48 am
Also by Trev the Road Poet:2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 4 Midland to McAllen | 2022 Trev finally gets to Texas: A long time comin': Part 4 Midland | 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 |
You told me once when we talked about the things we carried
That I was a little too vague
And I thought then, and still do now
That it's because I'm a little too vague
The things I carry aren't set in stone
They are abstract and unsure and hard to put to words
They are feelings and thoughts only half-formed
They are like lines of a poem never quite heard
So, I carry the snippets of long-he...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 11:33 pm
Also by Key Snow:This One Is For Every Friendship Lost |
Serendipity found me
On this cold, lacklustre dawn
Her gracious hand reached out
And she wrapped me
In good fortune
What a gift she gave!
She followed me so joyously
As she sang her unexpected tune
Such that sent the clouds adrift
And made the flowers bloom
She pushed away the night’s long slumber
She usurped the fading moon
Her arrival breathe...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 8:59 pm
Also by Clare:My Pen doesn't Flutter |
Metropolitan Man wears the mask of the commuter.
Faces Today's challenge via trusty computer.
Odd, him looking down from a mountain top.
Wholely beautiful, there is a lake of silver
perfectly still but for a distant man
ant-busy at the edge.
A fisherman's son of an age
with the work-wear swaddling him,
the jumble of tired equipment
Tuesday 29th November 2022 8:06 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:The Musician's Bleeding Fingers | 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 |
Tuesday 29th November 2022 8:03 pm
Also by nicola van straaten:circley | into it it | strength | V | you can breathe easy | don't despair | right here on the edge |
it’s really hard to sleep in a cold bed.
with every move the cold screams , “you’re alone!”
no one to hold & no one holding you.
you don’t exist - you’re unknown
to this harsh world and ,
yet , full of love & warmth ,
every night , it’s the same pattern.
every night , the cold shocks the skin.
every night , you recall the fact that you are alone.
the bed laughs as you ...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 7:41 pm
Small in stature
yet she speeds like a two toned projectile
at an astonishing rate
she works the farm and fields
with almost human conscientiousness
to her the heights of any wall, gate or fence
you will never see tiredness or unwillingness in her eyes
only the enjoyment of devotional duty
and a keen readiness for the whistle
or a necessary...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 6:45 pm
Also by Bethany Sallis:Lady of awesomeness | 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 |
A beautiful, serene start to the day
with the slightest hint of skullduggery
Early, eerie mist paints a picture
with the coral like silhouette of a tree
The sun is simmering against the clouds
from the depths gentle wisps are reaching out
The most wonderful way to start the day
of that, I’m sure no one could ever doubt
Photo credit Dr Amir Khan
Tuesday 29th November 2022 4:50 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Crimson Leaves | 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 |
The generals fry in their fat,
The spokesman spouts his usual junk;
The sergeant’s barking will fall flat,
The new recruit has trashed his bunk.
The rumpus at the front is still;
Noise of mortal combat ceases.
Exhausted soldiers, trained to kill,
Break their weapons into pieces.
They hug their foes and swap their hopes
Of lives soon filled with joy and art;
Tuesday 29th November 2022 4:33 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:The Lowest of the Low | Rough Sleeper | Przewodow | Luxury | Mykolaiv Zoo | A Song for Ukraine | Armageddon |
I don't know how to reach you
as you suffer & self-destruct
-- & so I turn to prayer.
I can't re-arrange this
I can't soften this
I can't solve this
--& so I turn to prayer.
How do I pray my darling?
Waves & waves of love,
waves & waves of forgiveness,
waves & waves of hope.
Oh may these waves reach you
& wash over you
Tuesday 29th November 2022 4:27 pm
Also by Hélène:Angel Wings | Getting Help | Like Water | Divine | Her Prayer Beads | 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 |
I wrote words for you
words that bled
the whispered words
oblivious to all else
happily willingly lost
in a torrid ferment that
neither of us needed
nor wanted to understand
here we are
a lifetime later,
like gently maturing wine
nothing left to prove
giving of our best, and
I might catch you
Tuesday 29th November 2022 2:12 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:I believe |
The complainers complaint
is a constant refrain
"Woe is me -points-
they're all to blame!
I'm squeezed in the middle
by those with no name
pity me not them
they're all to blame!
why don't they just send 'em
all off to jail?
give to me not to them
coz they want the same,
give to me not to them
coz they're all to blame
them paki's and blacks
them poles and the lame
Tuesday 29th November 2022 1:59 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:Ancient Ruin | Recollection |
immediately after i finish a book i have to start another.
rinse and repeat. always moving. don’t get too attached.
i worry that if i don’t pick up another book immediately i may never do so again
i fear i’ll become forever lost in the chasm
grasping for characters who’s stories have ended and unable to move onto the next
if i didn’t fear the nothingness i could learn m...
Tuesday 29th November 2022 2:43 am
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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
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 |