The wrath of my anger ain't what it's meant for me.
The struggles and expectations set out for what I'm supposed to be.
I've lost years on mistakes I've made and paid the price.
Reclaim the missing pieces, so i can start a new with my new life.
I stumble with the blocks on the road I'm meant to cross.
It seems happiness ain't a place to find.
How my heart is conflicted to very co...
Sunday 7th August 2022 4:36 pm
Hello little black cat
Dear friend of mine
You are the most constant comfort I always find
Your purrs soften every moment of sadness
Your little paws tapping on my side
When my head is dropping low
You remind me to find peace
In moments I’m at war with myself
O little black cat
I could never thank you enough
For all that you do
When everything seems far away...
Sunday 7th August 2022 3:50 pm
I sat on our favourite
Holding the echo
of your hand
Catching your smile
in glimmers of sunlight
The cherry blossom tree
crying delicate tears
of soft petals
brushing my skin
with gentle kisses
I closed my eyes
and saw you shaking that tree
Blowing all those little kisses
over to me
Your smile like the sunrise
Your eyes of sapphire blue...
Sunday 7th August 2022 2:04 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:I had a dream | Shhh |
Whatever you do. Whatever you say-
The truth shall always out one day.
It shall be seen. It shall be known -
Whether done with others or alone.
It shall be found out. It shall be discovered.
It shall be unravelled and uncovered.
What you've spent. What you've saved,
What you've said and how you've behaved.
How hard you've tried. How much you've learned,
We'll see what you've seized an...
Sunday 7th August 2022 12:09 pm
1994 was our first time here
the summer blistered then too
I remember memorizing
the scant directions, the final one
turn left at the ruined piano.
Over the subsequent decade
the decrepit music box disappeared
piece by piece, eventually
replaced by a hand painted sign
for pizza at Chez Nelly in the village
Of course we have aged, but
the land has n...
Sunday 7th August 2022 10:54 am
Also by Graham Sherwood:In the thin darkness | Letter from Loubes-Bernac (part 3) | Letter from Loubes-Bernac 2 | Letter from Loubes-Bernac |
one day I woke up
tired of taking the oxygen in my lungs for granted
so now I breathe
and as I breathe
so I live
Sunday 7th August 2022 10:20 am
Seems like only yesterday I left all that behind
No more lousy rat-race, commute or daily grind
I started work from university
At Grimethorpe I was almost 23
A 20-year stint with the NCB
A green nerd
But now work is just a four letter word.
But like thousands that I worked with I survived redundancy
So wearing my best suit and tie I sold consultancy
The money and th...
Sunday 7th August 2022 10:17 am
Also by John Coopey:THE PLUMBING | ‘EYUP! IT’S YORKSHIRE DAY |
He came like an ancient prophecy
sparked by the howling of the seasons.
Those who pursued him knew nothing of his arts
They did not see him sewn into the four winds
They did not hear him no matter how loud he sang.
In this time of virus and plague true hunger bares its teeth.
A fierce breaking, a shaking and a flailing
A swooning and a sweating, a cruel fever falling
Sunday 7th August 2022 6:39 am
and the rain falls
uncountable hanging crystals --
all the chandeliers in all of the dreams ever
falling and cracking at once
shattered against the cooling summer pavement
we beg to hold on to each drop
to freeze a beautiful, perfect now
still and cool, on the precipice of everything
but there is no stopping the tumble
no stopping the March
the mechanics of the lost and found:...
Sunday 7th August 2022 1:16 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:the 8th moon (08/04/2022) |
We wake to the rumbling thunder of blood,
Pumping hearts, twisted hearts, this shadow and I
Squeeze into the thick silences of trees.
Soon the dark lights of Christmastide will afflict us
Twilight memories drift, flux and flicker
In this breeze of Time,
Such pungent affirmations, slip into a past that does not last:
Generations of suffering: eyes lifte...
Saturday 6th August 2022 11:27 pm
Also by John E Marks:Incident | The RUINS of NINEVEH | SOLVING | Anniversary of a genocide | Far Away | Pressure on the NHS | Haunted | circus mirror |
Poem 164 of 230: BARROW-IN-FURNESS, SEEN WITH A PAL - SUMMER 2001
Forest, wind-farm, fell-views and sands behind,
The train, while crossing Barrow’s waters,
Startled the swans and ducks bridge-side aligned.
Soon seen as we walked from the train station:
Two huge jibs, each over its new warship;
And works - largest we’d viewed in the nation.
Neat roundabouts link busy dockside...
Saturday 6th August 2022 7:15 pm
"What does the chicken give you Pete ?"
Pete answers ,"the chicken gives us meat ."
"What does the pig give you Chris?"
"The pig gives us bacon miss ."
"Great answers,what does the fat cow give us Hugh?"
"The fat cow gives us too much homework to do !!"
Saturday 6th August 2022 4:09 pm
Also by hugh:A greedy wife. | A young girl elated by a kind complement | August the 2nd ,my birthday !!! |
Your bad hours fizz
in a squirming glass,
and as cheery as they
had previously seemed
you require the waitress to
please change these flowers -
this head, please ... this universe ...
Hope the bellowing coffee
can fill you without any serious
danger of overflowing.
you only needed to pin down
the laughing words;
today you're th...
Saturday 6th August 2022 2:36 pm
must be good
running through your mouth
your only window out
I wouldn’t know anything
walking in the rain
dreaming of love
Saturday 6th August 2022 2:12 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:Quantum Reasoning | Material Needs |
The unforseen emergence of music
great blessing that we can be thankful for
came late in the singularly bright day.
Love had shone through the ubiquitous branch
then deepening dusk wrought a subtle change.
Imagination, all wonders, and fears,
came to parallel the world as given.
When night was found black and untrustworthy
music was the welcome light leading on.
Saturday 6th August 2022 8:16 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:Words Of Encouragement |
Facts are very boring; this much is true.
It’s hard to face them by the light of day;
Much easier to make the truth become
What you or someone else would like to say.
You will deny you dropped that bomb or shell;
You say the other side attacked its own.
You muddy waters, sow some seeds of doubt.
And cast the bleeding obvious as unknown.
You say you’re sceptical of...
Friday 5th August 2022 9:45 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:Tanks |
I see 2 sides to grief in many a case.
The public face and the private face.
A face that shows you're 'over it' side.
And the opposite face...one you hide.
A side that shows you laugh and joke.
Another that shows a heart still broke.
An enjoyable day, followed up by guilt.
Tears of joy, but followed by tears spilt.
2 sides of grief, one for public display.
And the 'not over it' one, I've ...
Friday 5th August 2022 9:14 pm
“Have you got a present for me?!
William asks with a high-pitched
Lilting rise and fall…
But I have no presents ready at all.
“You had all presents, William,
The last time you came!”
Every time he visits us,
His question remains the same.
“Have you got a present for me?”
I then considered a poetic reply,
To circumvent a potential rift.
“William, every mom...
Friday 5th August 2022 8:30 pm
Also by John Botterill:Be Proud! | A Holiday Job at the Woolgrowers |
check yourself fool
check your judgement
check yourself by judging yourself
pride yourself by judging yourself
pride yourself by judging your judgement
respect yourself is by judging yourself
respect your pride is by judging your pride
to fool yourself is to check yourself
to fool yourself is to respect yourself
respect is to honor yourself
to honor yourself is to honor your respect
Friday 5th August 2022 7:16 pm
I don't dance the dance of life until the butterflies come out
of their hiding places, petals waiting simply to unfold.
I don't mind that I am diff'rent, that is just the way it is
I enjoy it when it's warm and I enjoy it when it's cold.
Yet I love myself, I like myself enjoy myself a lot
whether past or present, future or a timeless on the clock.
It's the way my clocky ticks; So...
Friday 5th August 2022 2:04 pm
We are heading forward,
No one's going backward
But where exactly are we going
Marching ourselves into War?
Are we heading towards destruction?
Or we are moving ahead in life of peace
No riots, no violence nothing but ease
But we are moving towards total catastrophe
Where are we going
Is it the end of earth
Are we really living
Or we just taking...
Friday 5th August 2022 1:00 pm
Also by Ghazala lari:Scene behind closed doors | Three questions in the grave |
Army, Factory or Pit (Villanelle)
A corrupt careers master, who thought he was it
To a lad, just fourteen and naïve
Said your options are, Army, Factory or Pit
A master of nothing, who knew Jack Shit
The innocent will always believe
A corrupt careers master, who thought he was it
High on praise, acclaim and plaudit
In a position of trust to aggrieve
Friday 5th August 2022 12:21 pm
Sunrise over fields of hay
bathes the land in a warm glow
Gold spilling down from the sky
pours over the world below
Early risers drink it in
this splendid start to the day
A stunning August morning
nature’s artwork on display
Photo credit Dr Amir Khan
Friday 5th August 2022 10:27 am
Also by julie callaghan:Silver Lining | Comparisons Made | Pride Of England | Kirkby Lonsdale Poetry Festival |
published at Asahi Haikuist Network
Friday 5th August 2022 4:30 am
Also by Frederick Kesner:pact | restlessness | new days seen |
Foolhardy perhaps but hardly a fool,
when Dan ventured to stand on a two-legged stool;
people gathered around thinking he'd surely fail
but success was ensured by some glue and a nail!
Into the floor Dan had secretly placed
these anchors to hold the stool as he faced
the crowd of onlookers who said he was mad
but Dan was a winner and the people were had!
Friday 5th August 2022 2:49 am
I still think of you, all these years on,
from all those years we had. You
used to make us sleep with the light
on and I still do – for it feels like
switching that switch will flush
the past down the drain. That’s where
years of writing went when at the end
of our time together, you said “I don’t
want to be in it.” So I could only bin it.
Friday 5th August 2022 2:33 am
Also by JOHN F B TUCKER:ON MY LIST | WHEN I WAS A CHILD |
I sit here
With my thoughts
I open the doors
To my ghosts
And in they come
At first they are shy
Like wisps of smoke
In the air
But I beckon them
And before long
They rush in
All vying for me
They float unconsciously
They are like visitors
Who outstayed their welcome
But now I feel bad
Just a little sad
Thursday 4th August 2022 10:01 pm
Also by Clare:This Old House. |
Freedom , speed , power ,beauty
Silhouette against the sun
The water hole he drinks from’s muddy
paws the soil the droughts begun.
Star of the screen,
boyhood dreams , colts and Winchesters
Chaps , lassoes
Goodies, baddies, whose who?
Mustang carries all,
until he falls
Harnessed by the Cowboy
Free under the Indian tribe
The great Americ...
Thursday 4th August 2022 10:00 pm
They let you down sweet child
27 as you predicted
Your heart was broken lady
Neglected fooled addicted
They could never get your soul though
You guarded it so proudly
Displayed it in your words
As you sang your heart out loudly
You created history sweet angel
Unfinished unnurtured child
Your Nurtured soul we cradle
Soul cleansed with tears you cried
Thursday 4th August 2022 5:08 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:MUSHROOM SUNDAY the return of Yolanda |
Merseyside poets, singers and musicians have come together to perform a gig for Peace at the Williamson Art Gallery in Birkenhead.
Organised by Wirral poets Michelle Wright and Barry Woods, the event highlighted current conflicts around the world and featured work from their new community anthology ‘Poets for Peace’, which is available to read for free on Facebook.
‘We are uni...
Thursday 4th August 2022 2:29 pm
Thursday 4th August 2022 1:33 pm
Also by N.B:RIP | *chessboard chaos | *what's missing? |
After loosing all from a trap of chaos,
vicious cycle full of an unpleasant journey it had been,
All the childhood dreams shattered and were suppressed by the dominating powers of my wrong beliefs.
The false beliefs from where they came?
As I see the world through my younger eyes,
I see all the brightness, beauty and
all the top places I wanted to be
the prettiest dr...
Thursday 4th August 2022 1:49 am
The Clock tells the same Time
A haunting melody spoke of a time long ago
A time of great suffering now barely remembered
A violin alone was able to take people back into a darkness
To a time of persecution and torment
As cattle trucks transported people to their deaths
War crimes, when is war not a crime?
Humanity debased itself in a blanket of hatred and perversion
Wednesday 3rd August 2022 9:41 pm
There's beauty in everything we see
The moon although isn't blemish free
But at night it looks beautifully lovely
There's use of everything we have
Even a leaking bucket can prove useful
If it's used wisely as a planter to grow flowers
There's always a lesson in every event of our life
Relationship that turned sour and stale after angry tale
Still has a sto...
Wednesday 3rd August 2022 2:13 pm
Also by Moonlight:Love and me |
A reason to be part of you
Is knowing you are true
It’s better this way
At least for today
I want to be with you
You know what I’m like
I know you so well
But only time will tell
Let’s face up to the change
All things that seemed so strange
A house that’s built
On solid ground
Has no subsidence found
But if you build a house on s...
Wednesday 3rd August 2022 12:50 pm
Also by Rick Varden:Tell Me |
A Strange Journey/Michael Kwack
Entering a souvenir store on the road,
I realized I’d lost my luggage.
The wallet was well kept in my back pocket;
But money for the remaining days,
And passport, business card, party clothes, etc.,
All were in that suitcase I'd lost.
I didn't remember
Which roads I'd been walking along,
And at which store I'd let go of my trunk.
I turned ar...
Wednesday 3rd August 2022 7:12 am
The scrawl across the stars,
confusion writ large,
illegible as the illimitable,
like graffiti that adorns
the grand wall of emptiness,
or dazed watercolours
on the canvas of vastness;
and though the universe
breathes within each
grain of sand that
graces every hourglass,
such the solipsism of man,
that the need for centrality
blinds to ultimate reality....
Wednesday 3rd August 2022 2:10 am
Once the sun sets and the roads are covered in night
the crunch of the gravel a guiding sound
just a bit of the moon coming through the trees
loud and hushed and calm then a cool breeze
uncertainty every step of the way
uncertain of how or which or stay
crickets and owls and bats swing low
oh, how quick your habits grow
I burn and then freeze, fear and flight
there is n...
Wednesday 3rd August 2022 12:37 am
Also by Collin Pulmano:Metaphor |
Do you ever just have tears fall down your eyes?
You have a memory suddenly flash and your heart begins to beat fast and before you know it you're back in the past
You are wondering what did you do wrong to deserve all the pain from the one you loved
You have done everything you can think of to get over the hurt
You want more than anything to forget her voice, her hugs, her eyes, th...
Tuesday 2nd August 2022 9:09 pm
Serpent of precious feathers
Wisest of men
It makes too much sense, when you think of it
Everywhere you go, you see precious serpents
Digging their fangs into those less precious
They are vile, but they wear precious feathers
They live in nice houses and exchange pleasantries with the wisest of men
Many serpents look wonderful at first
The paintings are ...
Tuesday 2nd August 2022 10:11 am
Just the first two words let you know about all the restrictions that you gonna have in the last word of this phrase. "Long Distance" because of which the only point of interaction you can have on a daily basis is via messages, calls, or video calls. This means meeting your partner in person is a very special occasion as it occurs after quite a long period of time, and much more things.
But how did...
Monday 1st August 2022 5:39 pm
Deep in the sky..
the blossom bloomed..
the same smile is yours..
blooms at the night..
as sweet as corn a
s cute as kids
Monday 1st August 2022 1:54 pm
Always a song that tugged
at the heartstrings.
But over the years it took on
a melancholy, mournful note.
So many disappointments,
hands of God, penalty shoot-outs,
racist abuse on social media.
But that was then. That was the men.
Now, at the final whistle, they’re
playing our song, at Wembley!
The gods have smiled on us,
restored our faith. The longer
Monday 1st August 2022 8:01 am