ANAL BEADS
If this news item has passed you by, I suggest you google “Chess Cheat”.
For cheating at the game of chess
There’s nothing better supersedes
Electronic codes my team
Sends my vibrating anal beads.
Friday 30th September 2022 10:14 pm
Also by John Coopey:
FESTIVAL OF TAT | WATERLOO TEETH | DISABLED PARKING | FROM KANE TO SON | BUYING TIME | CORGIS | Serena Serena GOAT | DO THEY LET MAN U FANS INTO HEAVEN? | THE PONTEFRACT SHAGNASTY THREE |Waking Up In London
Waking up in London
what has the day in store?
We have a few things planned
can’t tell you any more
Hopefully tomorrow
I’ll have more news to tell
I’ll let you all know then
if the day has turned out well
Friday 30th September 2022 7:44 pm
Also by julie callaghan:
I Just Don’t Get It | Mandarin Ducks | Signs Of Autumn | White Hydrangeas | Give Up Mr Putin | WOL Access to previous posts | Calm Morning | Ducks In The Rain | We Will Meet Again | Just A Number | Marmalade Hues | The Queue | By The Lancaster Canal | Interesting Read | Rich Tapestry | Dazzling Dahlias | Brave Robin | The Cortege | A Wonderful Image | Our Queen | Beautiful Soul | RIP Her Majesty The Queen | Her Majesty | Todays News | New PM | Cloudy Outlook | When A Robin Appears | Ip Dip Sky Blue | Sunrise Gold | My Name Is Herdy | Question | Innocent And Young | First Of September |HIGHS AND LOWS
More bombast from President Puking
Along with real bombs and threats of nuking.
To suffer defeat must be very vexing
But can be relieved with some annexing
Of parts of a land you've chosen to invade
In the hope you've got it made
By a "special military operation"
Designed to achieve quick domination.
But aiming high can bring you low
And Puking has some way to ...
Friday 30th September 2022 3:42 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
ADVICE TO AN IMMIGRANT | WORDS FAIL ME | LEGACY | 100 | MY LONDON - SEPTEMBER 2022 | THAT SMILE - a final image to treasure | HITTING THE SPOT |Future Found
The colour of your shirt does not determine your standing or standard of life,
Your position within a company does not make you who you are,
When describing one's self it is hard to not chronicle ones job,
Instead regale your sole and subsequent wisdom.
The 8 to 10hours a day you spend away not looking at reflection nor self-righteous meditation can leave you impatient yet waiting and ...
Friday 30th September 2022 1:52 pm
as the smoke clears
Friday 30th September 2022 9:45 am
Also by Red Brick Keshner:
behind each poem | cuppa | come together a-poeting | days of the living dead | hands off that snooze button! | gems inside | Hey! You bit my sandwich! | live-fed matins | thicker than blood | for a would be people's queen | frequent flier | non-elegy | do you still remember | the insolent bystander | in the setting moon | forsaking all else |Winter Tree
Take upon yourself the look of spring!
Don colours- vivid!- like to define life!
All the world will love you, that you must know!
Standing as death, brittle enough to break!
Take upon yourself the look of spring!
It is the trodden beetle who knows death
megalithic stones, millenia erect, do not.
I stand midway and though already lightening-struck
this is my springtime. I will medita...
Thursday 29th September 2022 8:12 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Embarassment Of Riches | A Row Of Beans | Rehabilitation Of The Lemming | I Hear The Frog | The Weather-Vane | The Importance Of Being Decent |1st. OCTOBER - IN THE KILLING FIELDS
The guns are silent now
packed away into shiny cars
with much back slapping
and well bred haar-ha-hars.
The birds are flying well,
not too high - or fast,
plenty of time to 'aim and squeeze'
and watch them tumbling,
tumbling,
tumbling
onto early morning grass,
necks routinly rung -
and then in braces -
- strung and hung...
Thursday 29th September 2022 7:23 pm
Also by Flyntland:
MOVING ON | THIS PEARL SET IN A SILVER SEA | FADING OUT ? | RUSSIAN SOLDIER | AUTUMN GATHERINGS | THROUGH THE EYES OF ANOTHER | SOWING SEEDS | CLOSED BOOK | QUICK SANDS | SPINDRIFT | 1954 | PROGRESSION | ? | PAUL ( A second time round for this poem ) |The Home
Thursday 29th September 2022 4:44 pm
Juliet
Born in London, as a new day dawns,
We wake in Prague to greet you,
New Zealand sees your beauty, too.
Majestic, infant Mercury,
Speeding, instantly, around the world,
Though your perfect tiny toes are curled!
We gaze at your loveliness from afar,
Full of awe and love and wonder,
At our brand new, dazzling Northern Star,
The brightest light which shines!
The cent...
Thursday 29th September 2022 4:09 pm
Also by John Botterill:
Helping Out | A Tram Ride in Prague | The Final Blessing | Life as a golf lesson | Her Word was her Bond. | A Grand Day Out | Cloud Nine | On Holiday in Sheringham | The Old Vicarage Garden | Not Long Ago |The old man in the next bed,
It's coming, I know it,
My final hours of life,
I have regrets
But I have no more strife,
My past stretched behind me
There is nothing ahead,
I'll be relieved when the time comes.
When I'm finally dead.
When that moment arrives
When finally I'm gone,
They'll say of me
His pitiful life, done,
He lived, he loved, he laughed,
Somewhat reluctantly.
Graspe...
Thursday 29th September 2022 10:06 am
Also by JD Russell:
Little brown pictures | Don’t play it again. Uncle Sam: | Faded Pictures | Simile and Metaphor | Goodbye | To old, too young | 1997, She’s gone | Death in polite society is quieter. |Referendum
What should be a simple counting of heads
Is here a pratfall buried with the bones
Dumped near the fenced-off railway sheds.
For freedom’s optimistic tidings
Are out of fashion in these parts,
Their wagons mothballed in the sidings.
In place of a future based on trust,
The polished tracks will soon become
A instrument of power’s grasping lust.
This will no...
Wednesday 28th September 2022 6:06 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:
In Town | Difficult Decisions | Izium | High Season (Our Village Liberated) | Time | 1966 | The Big Men | King |Anecdotal Attributes
A fair exchange is no robbery
There’s no excuse for snobbery
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
A chocolate fire guard is of no use
He’s no use nor ornament
Two slices short of a loaf
If she had brains she’d be dangerous
But could make you as warm as toast
As deaf as a door post
As blind as a bat
Two short planks are thick
But he’s thicker than th...
Wednesday 28th September 2022 4:20 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Running out of Time | Alive to your feelings | Music Lovers❤️ | Needles and Pins | Customer Service | Lady Desiree |Mind Neuroplacebos
Just thinkin' of that night,
Colors of black and crimson red,
And the 5 liters of blood and byle
That I internally shed,
It's a miracle that I'm alive,
Cause I should be dead,
Battling the depression sucks,
Sometimes it's hard to get out of bed,
Only God knows the everyday duels
With the devil I fight inside my head,
The people that I've hurt,
And the thi...
Wednesday 28th September 2022 4:32 am
Differently blessed
Differently blessed
We're all Differently blessed
But in a way that pleases us
No one can have everything
Each of us are deprived in some way
We're all Differently blessed
And this truth shall sway
Each day we are tested by Allah almighty
And Each day miracles flow to us
We're all differently blessed
And this truth amazes me
For what I need...
Wednesday 28th September 2022 4:17 am
Also by Ghazala lari:
Twenty Twenty two | "Open up" | The Knowing | After years of hardships | Lessons of life | It's all in the name | A better bargain |ON SEEING JUPITER 26 9 22
Jupiter with its boundless grace
reaches out tonight on a cold sweeping ellipse
and I see its pinprick face with supporting actors
stuck in some catastrophic race for arrival
emblazoned on a velvet curtain
closer tonight on its visit from outer space,
like any thespian it senses its moment,
the spotlight of our life - giving sun reveals it.
From some haunted vault on ...
Tuesday 27th September 2022 9:54 pm
Also by ray pool:
WESTMINSTER HALL - LYING IN STATE | THE SPIRIT OF JOHN BROWN | DEATH OF THE QUEEN |An opal luminosity
Evening dark, damp, cold
Retreat into electric caves
Try not to think about you
In your grave. Your soul
Meandering. Suicides in GB
Buried in unconsecrated
Ground, until a MP topped
Himself and was buried
In Westminster Abbey 1822:
Viscount Castlereagh. I think.
Easier to digress than to confess
How flummoxed am I
With the whole unholy business
Of not saying goodb...
Tuesday 27th September 2022 8:43 pm
Also by John E Marks:
The blossoming of the north | Alternative histories | Unholy | Homage to Nietzsche | Sheer lunacy | AGNUS DEI | Glance, glimpse, gleam | Tired starlings | Fear in a handful of dust | The Resurrection of the Dead | Epiphany | Rainy September | Konstantinoupolis | A sort of virtue: Θάρρος thárros | Where I'm from | Patriotic | Wind-blown | The biggest council estate in Europe | Between | Half-term | EARLY MORNING INNER CITY | The photograph | PROSE & CONS |A milkmaid's tale
I lived in this man-made mess
Entirely not of my own making
Men dined on my humility
Ate from my insecurity
Time was my enemy
My old name taunted me
Haunted and raped me
My dead child remained
Forever in my broken heart
A chain around my neck
I became forgotten
A gossamer ghost
Trembling from existence
Frightened by corporality
Wishing to be absent
To b...
Tuesday 27th September 2022 4:34 pm
My Girl In Another Town
362 KM away, the only connection is through air
A ‘see you soon’ turned into towns apart, it’s far
I get it, fighting things you never cared about me
What is the trigger, whispers or family standards?
Do you remember the last time, a room in Vineta
Clean white sheets, food from service station, us
Half buried in blankets, eyes being fooled by Netflix
We both seemed happil...
Tuesday 27th September 2022 3:00 pm
Mersey Poets bring peace to Palm House
Merseyside poets, singers and musicians are getting together to perform a handful of events inspired by John Lennon and Yoko Ono.
Organised by Wirral poets Michelle Wright and Barry Woods, the events highlight current conflicts around the world and feature work from their new community anthology ‘Poets for Peace’, which is available to read for free on Facebook.
‘We are u...
Tuesday 27th September 2022 1:43 pm
Thoughts of a pensioner plunged into poverty as she struggles to eat and heat
As rising bills through my letterbox swarm,
My main worry is the rising cost of keeping warm.
Having to cut back on meals to make ends meet,
My health is at risk unable to afford to heat !!
A torture situation arises leading to a depressive mood,
In having to choose between warmth and food.
Salades are becoming my main meal,
Rising gas prices making cooking a no deal. !!
...Tuesday 27th September 2022 11:32 am
Also by hugh:
A tribute to Her Majesty's 70 year reign | Police officers deal with serious shituations every single day !! |Moon
On a full moon day
would you come to me
and for single day
be mine for a while?
You need not to talk
nor smile
just sit by my side
and stare at the sky
'cause tomorrow it'll be
a moonless sky
when you dress in a tux
and say "I do"
Tuesday 27th September 2022 9:24 am
The Little Things
Grabbing crab apples from a tree.
Doing simple things, you and me.
And journeys together in the car.
Nowhere special, not going too far.
Something like that, makes my day.
But it's something I don't dare say!
Taking you shopping, early or late.
If you take forever, it's worth the wait!
Picking you up from work for a break.
Going to Town for coffee and cake.
Making sure you're safe, I...
Monday 26th September 2022 6:06 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
Tricks | The Voices | Pink For Olivia | If It Can Fly | Two Little Girls |A failed martyrdom
history would prove him wrong
he made everything up
marveling at his own insistence
at what was simply misunderstood
he felt empowered to say ‘no’
to the TV and telephone
disappointed when no one answered
In Morse code
he’d like to remind you he’s still there
and would like to get a beer
he’ll tell you approximately
when and where
Monday 26th September 2022 12:17 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
Framed | Striptease | Competing narratives | Dedication | Personal Spam |Mothers earth
This is my mother’s earth
Except it is not
This is the earth where she was planted nurtured raised and grew
This is the earth where she blossomed
Threw out a shoot watched it flower
And that was me
This is my mother’s earth
Where she has been tried and tested
Through all seasons she has been weathered
Battered and worn
This is my mother’s earth
But not the one s...
Monday 26th September 2022 11:50 am
Also by Martin Elder:
Changing the guard | They |Living life king size
He feels congestion
A life that sucks
Surrounded by parasites
O how he wishes
Someone could save him
He's choking
Under the pressure
If Responsibilities
Although that's what he wanted
He's scared of death
Why on earth
Did he reveal his identity
To so many people
Now he can't live free
Always hiding behind frenemies
Where's the li...
Monday 26th September 2022 7:56 am
Also by N.B:
Jealous | *healing | Dark souls | One last time | *crème de la crème | Teaser | 😁 | B. E (Bachelors is Eng) | Live and let live | Psychopathic?? | Who am I? | Who am I? | Trace my feelings if you can |Empty Inside
Time is slipping from my grasp
I thought life would be longer i thought it would last
Through fault of my own
I have again found myself alone
This endless feeling of despair
Has left me unable to care
My soul just wants a place to call home
And like anything you feed this darkness it has grown
I feel like a ghost haunting the ones I love
I am still alive but I think I am something...
Monday 26th September 2022 5:51 am
Also by H@yl3y:
Innocence Lost |The Olive Grove
She offered me an olive branch
Small then, at first,
not much more than a seedling,
but without guile
A truce from skirmishes of the heart
We are arborists now
tending to the bounty
in an overfilled grove
planted these many years ago
Monday 26th September 2022 3:51 am
Also by Mike McPeek:
Modern Conveniences | Diamonds on the Water, and Boats at Low Tide | Fixing a Hole |Nelson Mandela
Once there lived an amazing man -
Nelson Mandela was his name.
And though he suffered much injustice,
No-one would he ever blame.
Twenty seven years he spent in prison,
And with much cruelty he would face.
And while he felt to no-one hatred,
He wished to make the world a better place.
Without bitterness or vengeance,
Everyone he understood.
And though he was badly treated,
He saw in...
Saturday 24th September 2022 5:58 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:
Believe... |Despair on fiscal policy
Trickle down, my arse...
quite literally...
Trickle away, more like...
Up some wall
Or down some leg
or if you'd like it more poetic
ebbing away on a foreign beach
Some 'haven' in the sun...
Saturday 24th September 2022 12:20 pm
Also by Isobel:
A Poem for Elizabeth |The Good Old Days
3 liars on the shirt
P.Patel still smirking
HanCock likes to flirt
Johnson still is shirking
Saturday 24th September 2022 10:18 am
'The Daleks take the Treasury'
Easy to spot them.
Another metallic voice in parliament.
Exterminate the economy!
Pound plunges, Britannia unhinged.
The Daleks take the Treasury.
Saturday 24th September 2022 7:59 am
Also by Greg Freeman:
The funeral |Morning People
All my life
I’ve been enthralled
by the magic
and the mystique
of morning people
Morning people
with their exercise
and croissant
with their coffee cups
and yoga
Morning people
with their dew-kissed lawns
mythic sunrises
and shop shutters still rattling open
as they arrive to get a paper
Morning people
who wake, rise and stretch
without the solar flare of daylight
smashin...
Saturday 24th September 2022 12:06 am
Also by Tom:
The Sunlit Ocean |Resigners poem
Lifting stones find meanings hid
You noticed it but didn't notice you did
I've been there too its in my ordinance
But I didn't officialy register the coordinance
I thought it too but didn't play it through
So the finders rights are all for you
Friday 23rd September 2022 11:15 pm
A viS it
He comes again to me
Peering through my window
Penetrating my mind
Taking over my body
He was rarely there before
But now stands beside me
All the time, a steady constant
His cry is now loud
He used to whisper calmly in my ear
Guiding me gently
Across fields , down rivers
Over mountains
Delighting me with his magic
His wondrous conjuring tricks
Awaking n...
Friday 23rd September 2022 10:54 pm
Also by Edbreathe:
ReST | Silence | Q | We must move on | X plains |hear it now!
if you show yourself to me
i will disappear under the vastness of linen filled lines.
i will run through clouded streets until my legs give way.
if you loan yourself to me
the farthest hills out yonder
arent far enough for me.
the distance to be put 'tween us
by me,
must be longer than the wizened vines that grow from your mothers childhood home.
must be wider th...
Friday 23rd September 2022 9:48 pm
Also by Nadia Coia:
sure | big girls don't cry except when it is absolutely not the right time to do so. | don't hmu. | I couldn't think of another stanza |BE BY MY SIDE
See what I see. A world full of people. Who want to be Free.. Free to be loved. Free only to see. All hands together. A World that is Free. Free to love. Free to please. Free to care. And free to Share. These Feelings like no Other. A feeling of being Free. Our hands are made for Joining. Our faces show how it feels.Join all hands together. Be as one . Be At Peace.
Friday 23rd September 2022 5:15 am
Also by Wendy A Higson:
Queen Elizabeth |Burnt Toast
Burnt Toast
You smile—I smile
You laugh —I laugh
‘You seem ready to meet the love of your life’
‘I am—I don’t do things by halves’
‘I want it all’
‘So do I’
‘What brings you joy? And what makes you cry?’
‘Kindness is so important’
‘I think so too’
‘You seem like the real deal, sir’
‘And so, do you’
I thought you were a knight, sir
A quiet success th...
Friday 23rd September 2022 4:56 am
Duel...
A head versus heart duel,
for the hard-headed
but not the faint of heart;
could this be that pivotal
moment of choosing
between the mooring
of a leaden logic,
or the timeless chagrin
of a mercurial reverie?
Thursday 22nd September 2022 11:28 pm
Also by Holden Moncrieff:
Universal | Home... |The Nation Bids its Queen Farewell
The immaculate hearse
Noses its way forward
To meet the crowds
Within its protection
A coffin fashioned of English oak
Draped with the Royal Standard,
The noonday sun and sadness
This would be the final journey
One of committal; for our Queen
Deeply loved, honoured and respected
The route lined with loyal subjects
Their faces lined with tears
He...
Wednesday 21st September 2022 8:38 pm
Also by Brenda Wells:
The Poet She is Fierce |Wild Woman (16.)
While the entirety of the world was in such a damn hurry she smoothed out the grass below her and fixated her gaze upon the most golden sky.
Unbothered
At peace.
Wednesday 21st September 2022 12:16 am
Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:
August. | Universe. | Addicted. |OUT FRONT
OUT FRONT
_________
I am grateful for...
The arched roof above my head
The twin rafters with
The twin lights, holding it in place
The four walls surrounding me
The two windows with
The two Venetian blinds, down & shut at all times
The red brick floor below my feet
The wooden shelves full of books & movies
The VHS by themselves & DVDs in clear totes
Th...
Tuesday 20th September 2022 6:10 pm
Also by Dee Allen.:
SAMARITAN | DISEASE BREEDS DISEASE |not here
Not a sound,
Not a peep,
Not the orchestra or symphony,
Dancing shadows against the track,
Gold in flecks amounts to the bright,
A sun beam streaming through feathers,
And in a cold ground risen,
The water from the depth above,
Zealous in the natured tepid,
Concrete walls between foundations.
Tuesday 20th September 2022 11:52 am
Also by Alita Moore:
clay bells ringing | empty | fleeting me | moments of childhood |Q
It was begging for a flask of tea.
Some friendly grief to ease
competitive tears,
pomp and fallacy,
clip-clopped concrete.
Not another curtsey, criss-cross
2am Catholic duty.
It was dying for some hot and sweet;
warm to whet collective whistle,
char to shuffle,
not like cards,
the Queen of Hearts in Carroll’s hand.
No rabbit, black, plucked from hats
...Tuesday 20th September 2022 9:44 am
Also by Laura Taylor:
Simon Said |I Hope
I hope you'll love what's left of me
After life has had its fill
I hope you'll see in those old eyes
There's love & laughter still
I hope my skin of brittle parchment
Can be traced by loving fingers
I hope this weary sheet of braille
Shows an epilogue still lingers
I hope our hands still intertwine
Like stars cling to the sky
I hope we waltz through amb...
Monday 19th September 2022 12:17 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:
Goodbye | Our Lily | Love |Derek Joins the Queue
Derek’s in the queue
With a bag of whisky miniatures
He’ll need something warm
To get him through the night
He didn’t think his hip flask
Would make it through security
So long as he’s not too pissed
He should be alright
Derek’s in the queue
With a plastic union jack
But flags are not allowed
So he’ll drop it in the street
A patriotic queue
Should have f...
Monday 19th September 2022 8:28 am
Also by Steve White:
They Sang God Save the Queen | Spaffer Bids Farewell to Downing Street |Missing Us
It’s been a while since you came
Crashing on my shores.
Waves tore us apart,
Time widened the gap.
Seasons have passed,
Tides have changed,
And us with it.
I still scan the horizon
For a glimpse of you
How you have been,
How life has treated you.
I wish you’d come back to me.
Monday 19th September 2022 4:28 am
As the Courage That Sees The Blue
As the Courage That Sees The Blue
Our World keeps no company,
Our collective, ‘keep’ no company.
Ours is a vulnerability beneath The Van Alan Belt -
authority knows gives license to keep
us as lab rats - lame,
ours, is the company of pain,
‘ours, is more than the company of pain -
as they withhold a psychic ethereal – screaming.’
...Sunday 18th September 2022 11:12 pm
Also by ZTK Space:
Now Pains the Builder | Incoherence | The Scabbard Done |A Hopeful Tail
The Landrover bounced rapidly over the cumulus and cirrus
finding the Great Gate unlocked and opened wide.
A fine welcome she was given, with smiles and widespread arms,
and full angel choir to receive her, as certainly due
to one who had faithfully maintained her youthful promise,
and had always done her best even when severely tried.
Then a disorderly yapping silenced the ...
Sunday 18th September 2022 7:12 pm
Colouring Book
Colouring Book
Wherever I’ve stood.
Buttershaw, New Orleans, Basildon.
I’ve always looked for the people
who knew truths. Not Gods, but folk
who could tell the story of the Blues.
I could speak of theirs and mine.
But over time, I’ve reached a point
where history only informs. It’s how
and what we do next that matters.
When we turn from blue to gold, perhaps...
Sunday 18th September 2022 3:24 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:
18th Pale Descendant |
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