(said the wise)
forget the past.
So I took their advice
making the same old mistakes.
© Stef Wilde 2015
Monday 30th March 2015 8:32 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Shit brained angel | 2.5 minute lasting&93 million miles away smile | !? | shapes | Ascension | Much more important than 'for the want of a nail' | seeing blindly | Paper star | Greyscious in grey | A whatever message to God knows who,from who does'nt know why | Darkside | Every days dying menu | Settled |
I wake sometimes and reach out to touch you,
forget, in sleep, I'm all alone in bed.
I'm left to take pleasure from all this space,
this cool expanse of uncreased sheet instead
If we had not parted as enemies,
if your fear had not driven me away,
would you still be lying here, I wonder,
waiting for my touch to give you the ok?
I dream of your warm body sometimes,
Monday 30th March 2015 8:04 pm
She can't make the truth work
because her minds wires are crossed
she's blown a main fuse
her switch on is lost
she's become mentally disconnected
can't find the flow of her juice
she's a teensy squirming loose cannon stuck in a shit sluice
nothing of her has any effects
she's as dead headed as rock
her smile cannot tick
her brain is in shock!
her happiness won'...
Monday 30th March 2015 6:13 pm
Also by Rose Casserley:Dreamee | Breathless! | As you went under | Towards healing | block | Mater | Looking for the dead | Beneath boughs | Arrival | Correctitude | foetus | A plumbers letter to his love..last in the series! | Bus | A mechanics letter to his love | Struck! | Memoriam | The elsewhere | A stew-pid food for thought (yeah right!) poem | 2 into 1 does'nt go | Limpet | Out of the ordinary | Hara-kiri | Illicit (extended) |
I wanna be ballsy.
I wanna be crass.
I want all of myself
to be through see
I wanna be gutsy.
I wanna be brave.
I want all of my life
to be lived, not
I wanna be honest.
I wanna be true.
I want all my mistakes
to be out there
I wanna be ugly.
I wanna be real.
I want to show scars
so you know that...
Monday 30th March 2015 4:57 pm
Also by Natfastic:Don't. | Phantom | Emote Me | I Am God | Leave It! | Enough. | Queen Me | Let Me Out, Let Me In | Migration |
No matter the slights
hurt, wounded pride
mourned silence, stiff stubborn
upright back, rigid
dry-eyed wails, muffled by denial,
I still love you.
Monday 30th March 2015 4:53 pm
Also by Preeti:Deep poetry | Stain | Idols | Blow Me | Walk on | Glass | Us/We |
I live in the shadow of your smile
And I like the way it lights your eyes;
I like your style
My senses stir with the fragrance of your soul
And I like the way it lingers
So I’ll linger too, for a while
My heartbeat races when we touch
And I like your warmth; the way you feel
I like your smile
You way you talk is like a song
That plays easy on my ears...
Monday 30th March 2015 4:24 pm
Also by Steve:Another Grumpy Sunday | I'd Dream About Love ,If I Could. |
She baked every other day
and rarely left the back room and kitchen
except to go to bed
One day a week she would leave home
to collect her pension
She spoke of being a suffragette
of being a strong, independent woman
of teaching mill girls about contraception
in an age where such talk was profanity
She had a rheumatic hip
never married nor left home
except for a camping holiday in Irela...
Monday 30th March 2015 3:27 pm
Where did I put my mind?
This is going to drive me nuts!
I retraced my steps, back to front,
Checked my pockets... several times,
Looked around where I'd been outside,
And even rummaged through the garbage!
Where did I put my mind?
This is going to drive me nuts!
I've been everywhere thrice,
Even places I'm sure I never was,
And I've run out of places to search,
And, yet, it's nowhe...
Monday 30th March 2015 11:41 am
Tags: humor,light verse,rondel
Also by wrestledwithjimmy:The Day In the Sun | Rose | Today |
Snowfall In April
The snowflakes that fell this morning were big
and descended slowly and with sadness they knew
that this was the wrong time of the year – April- and
the morning sun will melt then into oblivion and
water that would fill ditches already overflowing.
Ejected, the mother cloud was too heavy to get over
the mountain and a million snowdrops were scarified...
Monday 30th March 2015 9:59 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :food and love sonnet | ten years without a dog | Fidel Castro | do not push it | haiku and humour | the creative painter | The Semitic Puzzle | emancipation | boat trip | the seal | my daughter, the breeze | balls sonnet | a tough cookie | dignified doorman | to prefer life | Instant Memory | to see or not to see | the day of the dead | Retired Sea Master | cold coffee | a pint of lager | pyjamas | new morality | Grecians | early morning sonnet | Not a sonnet is | house ants |
Give me time.
Give me faith.
Let me hope.
Take the pain.
For I am only a speck of glitter in the sands.
Allowing the liquid of the earth to mend the dry parts of me.
I listen to the wind as the wind speaks beautiful rhythms.
And the rhythm moves my soul, taking me deep into the skies, the cities, the forests.
And then I explore to find the questions.
To find the end.
Monday 30th March 2015 6:59 am
hoarfrost dancing on the brow of land.
spring breathes again,
reigning back the innocent
to whom should I commend?
absorbed in eroding riverbanks:
the death of an enemy surely
isn't the birth of old, familiar friends.
of the warmth upon the empire
Monday 30th March 2015 1:17 am
Tags: long light quick write not great v1
Also by Zach Dafoe:Eye-Toothed (03/26/2015) | Holly Buddy 2213 | keanu Reeves 0926 (3/24/15) | autumn division notes | doctorate (3/14/15) | Men of Sand (3/12/15) | Paint Thinner (03/07/2015) | Featherweight (03/04/2015) | Ray Charles 0553 (02/28/2015) |
Here moulds the body of old John Bull
Who relished his love - life to the full.
His unworried love-trysts all fullfilled,
Securely condomed, coiled, and pilled.
Unaware that hereditary interfering
would lead to ethinical disappearing,
Until-waking up and looking round -
only strange foreign -features found,
That the ancient Britain he had known
Had somehow disappeared and flo...
Monday 30th March 2015 12:36 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:Rose | Precipice |
How I want you
The way I like you
Ready and willing
Dressed in lingerie
With a kinky appeal
How I want you
The way you like to
Pleasing us integrity
Showing your ability
That kinky appeal
How I want you
Lingerie and body to flow
Lips to travel down low
Tasting sex appeal
Sunday 29th March 2015 11:23 pm
Also by UInk :Love Anagram |
why oh why was in a place like this?
i surely thought someone was taking the piss
severed heads everywhere,
some with hair all looking at me with a blank stare
and i want to say STOP!
i'll never forget my time in the wig shop..
Sunday 29th March 2015 11:18 pm
Tags: short poem
Also by keiron higgins:18 years |
Sunday 29th March 2015 10:09 pm
Also by Lost:Regret | Undecided | Lost | Problem Solving | I Was Young | Whisper | Impatient | I was Young |
Lifting The Lid.
of Oberon and Titania
on this warm midsummer night
in the empty house
the attic was full of rats
and ablaze with light
around the marbles
scattered across the floor
on the table
a pack of cards
with jokers and aces missing
a bowl of nuts
a plate of crackers
a drawer of loose screws
the rocking chair
by sawing off it...
Sunday 29th March 2015 8:35 pm
Tags: mental breakdown,mental illness,words for 'madness'
Also by Ian Whiteley:Dockery Plantation Blues | Menage A Trois | Wide Is The Gate And Broad Is The Road | Nocnitsa | Dexteram Patris |
Your hunger was clear
It was the line of
Your delivery, I feared
Your eyes scanned
And selected one
From a menu
Of one hundred and one
Your need was too much
To make it home
Entering a doorway
And pushed roughly back
Just showing enough
For you to attack
Finger shoved in
For a sample taste
Of the pleasure
That lay in wait
You dirty bastard
Did you mutter Grace?
Whilst I stared at your
Sunday 29th March 2015 8:16 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:Would you, Brother? | Narcotic Lips | Narcotic Lips | Narcotic Lips |
To salvage the unsalvageable, you must first believe you can
For it's something that will deteriorate beneath a trembling hand.
You must fight, lie, cheat, steal, plead for a second chance
But you must also know that the first is undoubtedly your last glance.
You can clutch and grab all that you can but come the beginning of the night,
What you say will be okay will never be alright...
Sunday 29th March 2015 6:11 pm
Dream: Aren't we all just searching, For that one look, love, touch, a brush with lust, That we only hope lasts, soon enough it's the past, And I'm wondering how I got past, This far, looking so hard trying to find you but you're never there, Not even sure what you look like I've never seen you, I just dream of you, that look, that touch, that one brush with lust That won't last
Sunday 29th March 2015 5:36 pm
Also by Nick Michaelian:Where | Book Cover | Rise | Look | Her | Old | Intelligent Fool | Mind | All | Forgot |
If only they could see your beauty,
If only they could see your worth,
If only they could understand that,
South Carolina is the loveliest state on Earth.
If only they could appreciate you,
And everything you will ever do,
From giving them a home forever,
Or even just a helping hand or two.
There is not one thing I would do to change you,
Or alter you in any ...
Sunday 29th March 2015 6:18 am
Tags: Change,Classic,History,South Carolina
Also by Hayle Thomas:An unexpected visitor | A Glimpse |
There are moments
I'd love to keep
forever, they sparkle
on water, dazzling
and glittered, precious
in their rarity, perfect
point in time.
Late night walks
through velvet darkness,
wrapped in air warm
as melted chocolate,
to monochrome, white
Every sound magnified,
crystal clear, the sky
An afternoon laying
Sunday 29th March 2015 4:07 am
Also by Tilly:Spring | Confusion | Under the Influence | Intangible | Sky Writing | Success |
Yet again he finds himself feeling six feet under,
covered by life bearing soil
The life in which he ponders how he missed.
His sorrow and self loathing are lifted away
Into the clouds
This is where they remain
For a time that seems ever too short.
Hoping to never return
To his sad reality.
He can't escape.
Sunday 29th March 2015 12:09 am
Also by Michael Napoli:Living With the Opposite |
Let’s make a pact
let the shadows hold us…
swaddled in secrecy
and breathing quickly
I see you draw in close to me
I sense those lips loosening
feel my whole foundation questioning
the force field of your sly grin
and the delicacy of those fingers
Let’s make a pact
let this moment be our blueprint
don’t accept a fading
or a softening of the urgency
I feel this ...
Saturday 28th March 2015 11:54 pm
Also by Tom:The Hollow World | The Jagged Edge of Love | I'm Not Here | Human |
You Turned the Corner
Turned the corner,
Broke the cord
Put 150 bodies on the floor
Now each depressive
Will be asked and put through the mill
I wonder if Jane or Paul could
Well you know....
And placed your hands calmly on the control
And now I fear it will spiral...
And your actions will hurt ..
Saturday 28th March 2015 8:09 pm
Also by David R Mellor:I saw tiny droplets of light | All of us | Nothing to say .... | Harry Cliffe | Slapping Christ’s face | Our Seabed |
And in her arms a baby
bright as a daffodil.
Rays of light
from this child.
He remembers a game -
“do you like butter?”
and thinks he sees
a golden glow reflected
on his young wife’s throat…
the baby has
a smile that gleams
audacious as the sun!
as a full breast is nuzzled
Saturday 28th March 2015 3:01 pm
The waxing view;
And the taboo:
Increasingly now, for congestion,
Leaders make this sort of suggestion -
Bon...but (through dread of accusation -
“They don’t care about our children” -
And of losing the next election)
Most politicians never mention -
Promote a lower populatio...
Saturday 28th March 2015 1:14 pm
The terrible air crash tragedy in the French Alps was a salutary reminder of the fragility of the human
mind and the catastrophic effects on others that it can inflict it undetected, untreated and out of
Who knows what filled that pilot's mind
So high in Earth's bright air
Or if he even sought to fi...
Saturday 28th March 2015 1:09 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:TREES - a re-post to welcome Spring |
Now it really feels like autumn,
Saturday 28th March 2015 8:05 am
Also by Lea:Only (?) Human | Bitter Bitch | Medicine | Borderline | In the West | The Tree House |
In the calm of darkness
I find great peace
The whirring of my head begins to cease
For in my everyday
I so struggle with just being me
Speaking my wants doesn’t come easily
There is conflict
In every decision I make
Trying to act for everyone’s sake
Often I forget myself
In that moment I’m not important
As old beliefs still h...
Friday 27th March 2015 10:04 pm
Also by kaluw:(untitled) |
suffer little children
it is always the slightly gritty scrape of clarkes shoes on stone
mixed with the lingered perfume of candle wax and brasso
and a subtle hint of incense from the high church vicar
to tend richer flocks in greener pastures
which strikes me upon return
at school christmas service we would squeeze into dark wooden pews
Friday 27th March 2015 12:11 am
Also by jeremy young:To Tenby | Triangular Trade | Trombone Voluntary | Still in Motion | Third Party | Fishing a' Dusk | White Field Green Sheep | echo | . | Circus School |
stark organic matter
excreting tastes of life
tied to a cycle
destined to a path
seen by none
the rules of competition
forever consumed by the glory
light to light
de come possed
Thursday 26th March 2015 4:47 pm
Also by Cierra Breeze Potts:Snow Flake | kid | MADDDNESSSSS | luv |
I need a holiday of sorts,
See, recently I've been stuck in court,
Persecuted by my own thoughts,
Where I must justify my existence?
With evidence of my resistance?
You see I've been put on trial-
By demons so vile,
And I need a break... Just for a little while,
Listen I need a mental holiday,
A conversation to take me away,
A defence to keep the demons at bay,
But as the accused,
Can I please be excused...
Thursday 26th March 2015 2:17 pm
Tags: holiday,mental health
Also by Sharlie:Has God Gone Crazy? | Action Man | I'm Dead Inside | Ice People |
Eyes watery as the vista yonder,
salt sting tears scouring this face.
A month from shore and time to ponder
how whalers live with Davy Jones’ grace.
Inside pocket, oilskin pouch, old familiar,
though faceless friend. Sanity’s saviour.
Oh calabash of burn-baked briar,
grant me moments in your favour.
Skipper of this ship I be,
through oceans furious black and pe...
Wednesday 25th March 2015 11:09 pm
Also by Rob J Mann:Dear Roger |
On the wall of silence
Came cracks of air
Came holes of light
Came smashes fire
Fire on fire on fire
Fire burning glaring sight
Fire fueling damaged sight
On the crushed bricks of silence
Came rocky steps of mist
Came bridges of height
Came Mountains behind
Comeback for the deseved
Wednesday 25th March 2015 8:16 pm
My heart plays a sad symphony
With every note is a blade that cuts deeper and deeper,
Gasping for air and holding back tears
Every breath feels closer and closer to the last,
So I place my hands over heart
And stop conducting for the moment,
Running to you in our final hour
Embracing all that we'll ever be,
With one last kiss
My lips gives you all the secrets of the heart,
Wednesday 25th March 2015 5:48 am
Also by Smash Lee:Orbit | Seasons |
Tentatively wheeling and circling
like over cautious predatory birds,
my demons eventually pick their place
and settle at my bedside
to stake their claim and
barter for their treasure.
I am nonetheless privy to their deliberations
and visit deathly glances upon their stolid
This is the long game then,
a jamboree of addled thou...
Tuesday 24th March 2015 10:59 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:The Beat's Gone Wrong | Tartan Beret |
We have finally settled for the night
Sleep last on the list
The wait is on to find words succinct but sweet
That will settle and soothe us to sleep
A significant silence stretches out before us
It seems to go on for an eternity
I wait, revelling in its poignancy
Not willing for false sentiment
I’ll wait for words that ring true
Finally the wait seems...
Tuesday 24th March 2015 10:03 pm
Tags: love relationships sex awkwardness
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I‘m called a Clarksonite
I know – I’ve read it on a blog;
So it must be right
You too can read it on the blog;
But why on earth should I moan
If every Darby and Joan
Agrees with me that I’m shite?
I’m called a Clarksonite
For my drivel and my tack
Yes, a Clarksonite
(But then only behind my back)
“So who on earth is it, pray?”
“I couldn’t possibly say”...
Tuesday 24th March 2015 9:53 pm
Also by John Coopey:20 YEARS FROM NOW | HAPPY TOGETHER | RING OF FIRE | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |
My strength resides within in. The arching of my lips will make you cease at utter bliss. Please do not be alarm, for when I speak- I sing a sweet song. Bushing on my melodies. Trust God - my heart beats times three. Divine right or is it the Goddess within. Call me the AFRO-QUEEN or that SISTAR over. Yes i feel free with my bouncy curly hair. My beat my drums for I make my own rhythm. Confine in ...
Tuesday 24th March 2015 4:06 pm
Out those blue eyes
Out the yellow skies
Out the colours of our love
Of whom we’ve become
We never needed them
But in we went
In we discovered
We found what we hated
In we dated
In we believed
-In we lied
In we laughed – we went high
Above all, in we lost ourselves
We lived in pride
We cried in power
A thought of being better
More than the ...
Monday 23rd March 2015 8:11 pm
Forging of firmness in frail frigate
Unision is unlikely to happen
Cranky & cruel words spew at will
Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette
Monday 23rd March 2015 2:51 am
Also by Maurice Greening:Untitled | Thursday |
Fourteen billion ears and not a pair to listen Fourteen billion eyes Ignore the running captions Seven billion tongues Wag 24/7 on worldwide web Still, bosoms burn and burst Ne'er a lack of words to display Keyboard fingers clenching: Cacophonous asphyxiation.
_____________________wsd_________ â´The Wimpole Street Devilsâ´ words, words, words, you'd get sick of words from ...
Sunday 22nd March 2015 11:21 pm
Also by Wimpole Street Devils:digital effrontery |
You welcome me into your space
built with careful love
gentle on wounds;
A refuge in the damaged world.
I do not need this shelter.
are accepted everywhere.
petty, self-inflicted things
accustomed to sympathy.
Be wairy of me.
I will claim this space
with my scent
vomit my shame
at your feet.
Sunday 22nd March 2015 10:09 pm
become a now or never thing. I expected something to happen – maybe the sky would split in two and all the answers would fall upon my head. Maybe someone would listen – maybe now, after all this Therapy I could actually START. I had not been talking about what really mattered, I realised. Maybe this would be the beginning of it that I had been looking for. My last session was with the young woman ...
Sunday 22nd March 2015 6:24 pm
Also by Jane Burn:What is it like to have a broken mind? |
Build a fire
The rain pours so hard
so hard I struggle to breathe
drowning and suffocating
my breath it tries to steal
Wind pierces my veins
torments us with it’s sound
cracks the shaky ground
A sting on the shroud
of a thundercloud
the world is so corrupt
The tsunami has gone
but I know there’s worse to come
when will we feel
Sunday 22nd March 2015 9:16 am
There's the numbers one to ten
and many equations then
there is only nought to nine
and infinite stories and rhyme
of how there is only them.
Saturday 21st March 2015 11:03 pm
Also by CathyLCrabb:Vase |
Does life really begin on the bog?
A working man's thesis
Beholding this small corner, of our universe from space
you'd be tempted into thinking, what a beautiful place.
shining in the darkness, blue, indigo, bright green,
an awe inspiring sight, precious few have seen,
clothed in vegetation enclosed by rolling seas.
Spinning in the blackened void, with Jupiter and Mars,
Saturday 21st March 2015 3:22 pm
Had I known much earlier than I have , It would most surely have been spent With more intention and purpose. Then again, there is always next year!Â __________________________________ Resolved during the 30th UNESCO session to proclaim March 21 as World Poetry Day.
Saturday 21st March 2015 1:54 pm
Also by arquious stotious:your very own non-imaginary life | one saint patrick's day |
Created CSU 2007
Come, take a trip with me
Together on an enlightening journey.
Around the world and across the sea,
We'll seek new faces from faraway places.
Utilizing our time awhile
Discovering ways our new friends
may be speaking to us.
Through a dance, a wave, a gesture or smile.
Similar interests and experiences
bridging the gap, connecting our lives.
A world rich in colorfu...
Saturday 21st March 2015 5:00 am
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Dedicated to Brian G. Hodgkinson
WWII Hero and a great dad.
"Be alert, they're on the move" Tense,
the squawk-box snapped, "Be warned!"
but onward, through the turbulence,
his Supermarine droned.
October 27th, he feels alone -
above the fray, is he his own?
ominous fear looms all unknown -
on winds of fate, he's blown.
They say, the Spitfire won the war ..
so sleek and agile...
Friday 20th March 2015 4:55 am
Also by Brian Hodgkinson:Guilty | This Morning in Morgantown | Green-Eyed Maiden | An Idea Lit a Human |
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