must faith be blind?
faith cowers under fear,
reward requires one's faith
ignorance is faith itself
martyred faith is celebrated
faith pulls a trigger
those of little faith
can this faith endure
© Graham Sherwood 06/2015
Monday 29th June 2015 11:09 pm
Also by Graham Sherwood:Class of 2015 | Koan on Boredom | Early Morning with BB | Koan on Being | City Mist | M-e-n-U |
When your words
of love came
he ate them.
he needed them to be
a part of him
working in him
working for him
words as smooth as honey
sweet words of peace.
words affecting him
like a refiners fire
creating a pure heart
that he had so long desired
his own need or want.
nor pleasant words
Monday 29th June 2015 10:44 pm
Also by Huw Thomas:Can't imagine. | Salem Vardre | Love in return. | Blue Period. | Read all about it. | Why aren't I breathing....... | Like the weather. | 1,2,3,4,5 | Moi. (the attitude of the age) | ''I Am The Way"" | Mixed up. | Noble fortitude. | His favourite fishing spot. | You are truly deluded. | Troubled soul of man. | Amongst the prophets. | Proud and without mercy. | Love has become. | Simply existing. | CRASH....too late. | Denominational goats. | On my way. | Understand? | Your selfless spirit. | I shall one day. | .....continuing (Life goes on). | To the grave. | His stubborn heart. | ''I want to be me''. | Thirty eight times. | My sleep shall be sweet. | Unfollow..... | Please take your shopping. | Why can't I just take it? | The hook behind my seat. | The thief pounced once more. | The intents therein. | Few taste and enjoy. | When you arrive | Parrot fashion. | I want for nothing more.... | There was no hope. |
Between every few steps
He sways like a sail
Caught in a gentle breeze
Then says to me
You’re not from round here
I nod in the affirmative
Wanting to move on
As he seeks to make conversation
His ship now stuck fast
Perhaps like his thoughts
The after a moment’s thought
He confidently declares
‘You are from Lo...
Monday 29th June 2015 10:18 pm
Also by Martin Elder:Eyes | Hoochie Coochie man |
My cap is low blocking the summer sun.
My ponytail pulled through the back.
There's laughter and smiles.
Happiness sits in the bleachers.
My uniform is red and white.
I wear it proudly like the rest.
Bubble gum and sodas.
My turn up to bat.
The coach smiles as I walk
"You can do it! Just believe you can."
I believe him but not in me.
I stand with the bat gripped tight.
Monday 29th June 2015 10:14 pm
Also by R Miller:Saving Lies | Red & Wolf | Wistful | The Story of Them | Tripping Over Truth | Mirror Picture | Veterans | Inherited From My Father | Dandelions | Time Is An Odd Thing | My Father | Wrinkled, Yellow, and Torn | Addictive Death | This Thing Inside | The Rain Has No Answers |
You came to me in slow strides. Steady and ready.
Half a face was all I could see. Hidden was the other half, like the dark side of the moon. Never seen, never discovererd. Forever dormant. You were almost extinct.
I howled at you. I howled at you because there was no other way, no other voice. You were cloaked, hidden by a wall you created in your mind. I tried to break through. I tried to...
Monday 29th June 2015 9:14 pm
Also by Chandana:Left Without a Clue | Out of Breath |
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Monday 29th June 2015 7:02 pm
Tags: NEO-SOUL. ECLECTIC POETRY.SPOKEN WORD ART FORM. IN
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Bible black surround’s,
Wet wall’s and puddled floor,
Hunched with shoulders loaded full,
toward the seascape door.
The damp and smokey lanes that spiral through the town,
The bloody aproned butcher, the priest in priestly gown,
The gossip climbs the stone lined streets, into their ancient dwellings,
to breathe a million whispers embellished with each telling...
Monday 29th June 2015 5:54 pm
Also by David Moore:The Poet Pimp | What love is | match.com | The Fisher's of Men | Stand | Evil genius | The drunkards charade | The act of convenient alliance | Birdsong | On exploration | Religious faith | In conclusion | Intrusive interlude | Pharmaceutical dilema | The bomb of convenience | Unidentified falling objects | The waking nightmare | Timber | Orphans | I Could | Sketches of Kandahar | Nation Building | Art | Adieu | Of Books and Men | Corazón | Stable Door | Religious Education | FGM | There's Junkies on the Heath | Sadr City | Empire's Journey | Turncoat | Jungle Kill | Jazz Sunday | Victoria Steet | Storm Damage | Stimlje | Repellent Words | Dulwich Epitaph | Woodland Walks | Charlie's Gone |
We used to be the sky blue
Now we're the cloudy gray
We used to have one rule
Now we're two separate ways
We used to be one love
Now we're just two hearts
We used to be perfect
Until we fell apart
We had everything
We have nothing now
We used to the be the sun that's above these clouds
Now we're just a storm growing loud
I heard your thunder, I felt the rain
Saw your lig...
Monday 29th June 2015 5:27 pm
Also by Smash Lee:Unsaid Hearts | The Lover's Goodbye | Painting Sins |
He returns from the shop
The thin man
Carrying a bag
Full of food
The thin plastic handle of the bag
Cuts his fingers
Leaving red marks
His wife sits
In the bed she has spent most of her life in
Spilling out of her purposely undersized clothes
Covered in sores and weeping flesh
He passes her a carton of cream
Monday 29th June 2015 4:58 pm
Also by Stu Buck:garden | burial | ouroboros | brahms | registered trademark | twelve eyes of evil | safety net | photo | lawn | maize |
A page will follow shortly on Write Out Loud, but a new creative writing workshop project co run by myself and soon to be returning write out loud writer, Katy Lisa is listed below and will be ran from Denton Community Library in the middle of August.
Get in touch if you would like to know more.
Monday 29th June 2015 1:09 pm
Also by Andy N:For Danielle | The End of Summer Book is out now. | Soul Building / For Amber Leigh |
The corporate corpse lies bloating
the worms of corruption burrowed deep
into tissue ripe with hope and trust,
not blind but with eyes revolving
on the rim of a bloating sun
that shines on the righteous and the worms alike;
then like a virus leave their festering claims in place
move on when all is taken in
vacating the tenderized flaking skin.
Monday 29th June 2015 12:28 pm
Also by ray pool:JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES | gogglebox | A TALE OF SNAILS | TOSHERS | 1953 AND ALL THAT | MUSICAL BLISS - CLEANLINESS | WHAT WE HOPE TO GAIN | THE FOOD FAIRY | UNDUE CEREMONY | IT'S FUNNY HOW RELIGION ARRIVES | CAN POETRY LIFT THE SPIRIT | ON THE LATHE | UPHILL CYCLIST | LITTLE JOHNNY | IN MEMORIAM | SKELETON SERVICE | SELF ANALYSIS | FEAR OF SCHOOL | GOD MOVES ON MYSTERIOUS MOTORWAYS | LADY CONTORTIONIST | THE BLESSED TRUMPET | BETJEMAN WAS RIGHT | YOU CAN'T GET QUICKER THAN A KITCHEN FITTER | MY PRAYER | BEAUTY AND THE BEAST | POWER TOOLS | I CAUGHT HER ON A SOFT TURN | ON THE OTHER SIDE | A POLICEMAN'S LOT | TO BE IN A BAND | PIANOFORTE | WAITING FOR THE BUS |
I’ve got the giggles
of jolly gaudery.
Monday 29th June 2015 12:07 pm
Also by Natfastic:Find Me A Port | Judgements |
I touch your cheek,
I'm surprised, it's cold.
I reach for your hand
for I need it to hold.
I look upon your face
that beamed and sparkled
as we loved and laughed,
wrestled and tickled.
Your face is so pallid,
the sparkle is gone,
no more to smile
at the hot summer sun.
Your hair neatly tended,
you lie there so still
as I try, with memories,...
Monday 29th June 2015 11:34 am
Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:HOLLOW HALLS | GOOD MORNING | THE BENCH | ENOUGH IS ENOUGH | FLOATING FREE | FIRE ON THE HORIZON | A MOUSES TAIL | A WORD OF THANKS | END OF THE LINE | THE BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT | SHATTERED REFLECTION | A CHILDS EYE | BRAVE FACE | DRIVEN BY FEAR | WOODLAND WONDER | DREAMS OF A LIFE |
ANOTHER FINE MESS
Election over finished and done,
another five years of Cameron.
Milliband sacked for getting beat
Lib Dems eight, UKIP one seat.
Freed by Nick glegg's night of woe
expect big changes to his manifesto!
In tow with the Yanks imposition of peace
carry on rubbish the Middle East.
Finish the work of George Bush and his Pa
to fuck up completely North Africa
Monday 29th June 2015 11:30 am
I can see you sitting outside The Reno
where the Mob’s tight hold makes dollars spin.
You are scuffling the dust, then homing in
whenever Lester launches his solo.
Or I see you breathe at the music's source
through a taped and battered alto. Through scale
after scale you soar, so egotistical,
obsessive, chasing sounds no ears endorse.
Later on the hipsters hailed ...
Monday 29th June 2015 10:18 am
Also by David Cooke:The Teatime Bulletin | For Robert Johnson | Funerals | Morning | The Gift | Moscow | Going to Mass |
Looking for a Poet
In Alexandria, the town before Washington, I waited for
the bus, it didn’t stop, but then it did and my face was the
whitest one on the bus. I had the address of a bar where
a famous poet used to frequent, but he was not there he was
at his yearly stay at a mental institution.
I had brought some poems with me wanted him to read,
this was years ag...
Monday 29th June 2015 8:19 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :JUST ANOTHER sUNDAY | Charleston Dance | charger sonnet | slow progress | waterloo | reward | women who drink and sex | the sober woman | a horse stry | Yang sing river | The Savannah | a Dream Called Israel | Waterloo | african elephant | Blame Russia | the great migration | Expanse of time | future unforeseen | cakes and ale | eggs | a rat | Ernest Hemingway reread | TV channels | the god dimension | as the sparrows flies | endless road | sex and the sea | the remote controller | Mermaid Fascination |
I started writing poetry at 13.
Monday 29th June 2015 5:14 am
Tags: Hip Hop,money,sell out
Also by Ja'Saun Young:Bob Marley | I'm a Nigga | Under Pressure |
burnt bridges grown back by the flesh of sacrifice;
regrown and abraded: ground up as red obsidian
made for careless feet, tapping on solemn, hallowed ground
Bled dry and fed back to the living.
so much time spent making noises
mouth-mimicks hiding treasure like a throat infection
coy as is want to do, need to be: my predilection
Insidious, obsidion, ponchus pilot myrmidon
Rebels' waddle, bl...
Monday 29th June 2015 1:59 am
Tags: lung butter rum butter never meant to live this lo
Also by Zach Dafoe:A Maui Closer to Home | poutine chips are ok (06/22/2015) | Knell is actually a great word (6/21/2015) | malinsky common ground (06/14/2015) | long light short shadow (6/10/2015) | run-on 1 (06/07/2015) | Cary Grant 2142 |
sometimes i look at the sky
when driving, at speed
see the clouds billow and fold
an angry riposte at the audacity
of open miles
sometimes thick and black
sometimes less afraid
they swoop a palette knife
full of paint
and accentuate themselves with white tipped
like waves in a torrent.
sometimes i look at the sky
and in the picks of rich umber and the red of a d...
Sunday 28th June 2015 10:27 pm
The latest instalment of The Proletarian poet - Part 4: Life as a poet. https://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2015/06/28/the-proletarian-poet-part-4/
Sunday 28th June 2015 9:12 pm
Tags: poetry comics,The Proletarian Poet
Also by Leilanie Stewart:My poems in Message in a Bottle Magazine | Poetry Event at Askew Road Library | A Model Archaeologist now published! |
Sunday 28th June 2015 8:34 pm
The hour before sun does set and twilight born
hazy aroma of cooling fields and hearts forlorn
Homeward bound, and bound to home
The wayward desires cease to roam
Sweet light nymph strays into beaten field
To catch that haze she dares to feel
She writes a glimpse of hope untold
As fragile as the petals she dares to hold
© Katypoetess 2015
Sunday 28th June 2015 8:24 pm
Also by Katypoetess:Solstice | Beholden to Behind |
In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head,
Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation.
Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black,
Are shadows of an inquisitive soul that might have been set free,
Were it not for a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head.
The keys, personally guarded on my jailors’ chain,...
Sunday 28th June 2015 6:35 pm
We fall at night
and yet by morning
there is no trace
we ever were at all
You're so cold
I melt too easily
Sunday 28th June 2015 12:02 pm
Also by Tom:Searching |
Enchanted scenes running for my life
Lost horrible in the creepy mist of the strange dark woods
Think that I may very be well and truly gone good and proper
I have been in the water so my phone is broke
Acting absurd like there's no tomorrow.
I met two of my mates, it was weird, the one with the axe, I didn't really look at him,
I focused on the other man witness me dribbling mag...
Sunday 28th June 2015 10:10 am
Also by SPACEGHOST:Wave One |
Near imprisoned in amber
a jurassic insect survives only
by sacrificing a limb
so too my heart
in escaping a sweet love turned sour
the most foolish part of itself
Sunday 28th June 2015 8:18 am
Also by Rose Casserley:Hastings | dark response | dulling | Mind poison | Both God and Devil.... | Folding | unbarring holds | Needing to top the Will | tactitian | Teachers bet | soiree | bullshitting Casanova | Belial | Again the dread | Dying diary entries | When I am miles away | Resolving | Needing to be at one | An Atheists funereal inconvenience | Knee trembling | Waiting for Angel heart |
Sliver, slip, slub, snarl, sup-up
pins, pair, pick, put up,
nip, nicking, necking, nosing,
nocturnal nattering ‘til noon,
get-up garble gibbering go work
laying-on, let-in, long lever
endsneverendneverendnever home again up ...
Saturday 27th June 2015 11:52 pm
Tags: cotton,Elk Mill Spinning Mule,mill slang,mills.,work
That lonely, dark the path she took;
led her down to the bickering brook.
the leaves of the fall, ahead they rushed ;
as she walked down the lane in hush.
They whispered all along the way;
"And she wept in quiet" they say.
The starry sky lit her trail,
and the fireflies carried her love's mail.
She called up the fairytale gone bad;
the fairytale she dreamt,
washed away by the stream...
Saturday 27th June 2015 4:40 pm
Also by aparajita das:Reminiscence |
Are you the vessel?
Are you the fuel?
Are you the moral?
The whole point?
The final punctuation?
Are you the fuse?
The chasing ?
The whats next?
We wish we were the whole thing,
Beginning to end.
But we all have our place.
Saturday 27th June 2015 2:11 pm
Also by Corr Lens:Red White and Burbank- Deathy and the Dive |
2001 got somewhat cheeky,
So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
Old-fashioned etiquette about the net…
But oh! to get among the coaching set.
Thus, here is a technique that I’d teach:
Two-hands each side - either off when can’t reach.
And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
“Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”
Saturday 27th June 2015 12:09 pm
The blade of lust cuts me deep, And u seem to like the sight of it, And nothing takes us by chance, Not even when I break and u just stand. Far off u see a pretty sight, You do everything and u slay me, But when u get there, All has gone to none, All was always dust. And now when u know u'll die, U run back. U touch. And u want our fire back, When nothing took us by chance, For a ...
Saturday 27th June 2015 7:52 am
Tags: Broken hearts
As im sitting here trying to fall asleep
I cant help but to constantly think
Of you and all your lies
How you confide and cheat
How could I of been so dumb to love someone like you
Not a man
Not a human
Not a safe haven
Who are you ?
How could you let me give you all that I ever had?
While you left me wanting more like the end of a chip bag!
How dare you try to tell me that youll always be here
Saturday 27th June 2015 1:39 am
Also by Autum:NO WAY | Im sorry |
Friday 26th June 2015 11:08 pm
Also by Colsibabes:Image | Sissy Spacek on a Greyhound Bus | white | blue | pink | Sketch... | fish-shaped crunchies | Never Mind the Buzzwords | you're so Welsh you are, see | Junction Desolation | rainpoem | when I find you | ash white parting memory |
The wind it tackles
the leaves and the litter
the leaves and the litter
the leaves and the past
the sun it is drying
the paint and the puddles
the paint and the puddles
the paint and the past
I saw the bend coming
the bend was approaching
the bend in the road
that soon would be passed
I saw her look sadden
she feared I was leaving
Friday 26th June 2015 9:39 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:anointment | ... a can or art | taxi | look see here she comes | Calligraphy | Konnichiwa |
Look close, look far
Cars come, cars go
tortured, metal boxes, smudged colours
on tattered tarmac.
Pneumatic drill sounds, distant
hammering, dry clatter
on summer paving.
A man, newspaper
folds and departs kiosk
shimmered in sun.
The calls from traders
I heard them, then
did not hear them
(refused to hear them).
Stepped inside a p...
Friday 26th June 2015 5:11 pm
Also by David Blake:The Boathouse |
Making a Point
To a point
When the point
Becomes too sharp
I become blunt
When the understanding
Becomes a point
I become sharp
I’m sharp to the blunt
When too understanding
I become a cunt
Making a point
Friday 26th June 2015 1:18 pm
Also by Lynn Hamilton:ATTIC DARTH VADER | THE 19TH FLOOR | Colour Me In |
(before the idea of man/woman Christian marriage vanishes utterly, a re-post about what it was all about)
Lord, send me a natural woman.
A straight, proud, toss her head,
Fling back her curl,
With satin-supple flesh.
Let September sunsets through a mesh
Of low mist glint
And deepen her hair to a copper-gold tint.
Friday 26th June 2015 1:00 pm
She is a beautiful woman, my mind is taken by her. But this is not the first time I have fallen to fancy. I tend to exaggerate in a longing for romance; yes, I could list many superlatives about her. But what would that say? Really, nothing might happen. She might love someone else. I might love someone else. Then this desire to potray her, as one who is ideal, so as to be poetic, is hopeless. I ...
Friday 26th June 2015 6:10 am
I cried for your life,
Grieving not only
For what I lost
But for all you
Had taken from you.
You deserved a fairer chance
To be, to live.
I wanted those things for you.
I wrote you a letter once
When I was 12 perhaps.
It was less than a year
After your death.
It may have been the day
Took hold of my thoughts,
Forcing me to see
An adult world
Through a child's eyes.
Thursday 25th June 2015 9:21 pm
Also by Helen:Wednesday's Child | A Wife of Boredom | Abandoned | Colour of Love | Cover-Up | Belief | Oceanic Art | I Feel You | West End Wandering | King and Queen of the Quad | Judgement |
I didn't know
how many muscles
a body can have
I didn't know
one can dwell in Eden
if there is no god
until a year ago.
I thought I knew
one can fall from grace
But I didn't know
what it means to descend
and how long the road,
and to where,
to crash or land,
I still don't know.
Thursday 25th June 2015 8:55 pm
Also by Celia:In Absentia |
Barricaded in our Thames-side fort
We heard the explosions
The blast’s did not reach us
The blast’s were contained by buildings built on Empires fortune
Those buildings shook, yet still stood
We shook, but still stand
Our enemies toil to build bigger bombs
We build bastions of hope impervious to hatred
Thursday 25th June 2015 9:17 am
Also by Joyti:We loved her so | Offered Knee |
as i sit across from her i knew i had to say something, but the only problem was, how do i go about doing so?
i have wanted to tell her for a while now but i get all flustered when i try.
how can it be so difficult to get a few words out i mean its barely even a sentence.
i know that the longer i wait the harder its going to get but shes looking at me, with no idea of what i am about to say.
Thursday 25th June 2015 3:48 am
Also by dumbmango:The Elevator |
Peppercorn eyes or was it peppermint eyes, does it matter?
Something...orginal eyes! Something blazing eyes...something dreamy and crapper.
Yes, so he tasted of morning breath and the blandness of saliva
but just write that he tasted of strawberries and hope because that sounda a lot nicer!
...Wait... stop! The ryhme is off!
Can you have more ryhme this time, less variation.
Wednesday 24th June 2015 7:05 pm
I took your purple book
and with a purple smile
I pitched it in the bin
wishing it were you.
I would laugh to see you
ground to pulp
in the purple teeth
of the trash truck.
Wednesday 24th June 2015 12:13 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:The Encounter | Morning Mantra |
Often, I lie awake, staring at my phone
A blinking green light reminding me
that someone, somewhere too is awake
night replaces day
as long as we spin
Wednesday 24th June 2015 11:22 am
Also by Preeti:Turning 24 | Missing You | Materialism |
below the decked black clouds
the upper reaching moor shines emerald now
lit by the slashing sun
between the rain soaked rungs
of the ladder bent above
without rainbow or climbing feet
the raw bouldered hanging cliff
yellow in the evening state
stripped to demerara soft
to mock their hardness and their weight
as all melt away at night
to their beds again they go
but those of us unsure ...
Tuesday 23rd June 2015 2:58 pm
Tags: divine comedy
Also by jeremy young:the education of norma | canto 8 | canto 3 | meeting a nazi | back eye | then |
i am banging am kicking am shouting
but am still inside
inside by myself
lonely, lonely lonely ..... frightened
its dark its quiet
the silence... the silence...... the silence
it drives me crazy then,
the whispers.........its soothing
the voices i hear.......... but later they become loud
loud loud loud .............they call ......louder and louder
Monday 22nd June 2015 2:28 pm
To her, to them, and to the rest
Please know that I did my best
For you though the pain fills my chest
But to have known you, I feel so blessed
To the one who holds my aching heart
It is my fault that we’re apart
Funny, beautiful and oh so smart
But it is I who has been such a tart
The past remains a total blur
Temptations have been my torture, my lure
Monday 22nd June 2015 10:30 am
Also by Thion D. Morriaty:La vita e la morte |
The longest day of the year
in the Northern hemisphere.
The most Sun we experience.
For those seeking abundance
it’s a magical time – astrology says.
It has glorious beams and seeds
that you planted in spring
ripen and sweet fruit bring.
And here is a practical advice
that can’t be bought for any price.
Spend time in reflection and meditation
to understand the real world’s creation.
Monday 22nd June 2015 7:59 am
Tags: nature,real life,sun
There was once a girl
More than one
I think I might
Of said this
To the wrong one
What we will do is
Take the back road
Out of town
We will see people
And places we know
And chance in at folk
Sat in circles so small
They will never find it
In their hearts to make
Two little fish
Who swim out
Of a pond
Out to the sea
But be told
Listen on well
There's one road out
But no road back
Are you wit...
Monday 22nd June 2015 12:38 am
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