A fly is buzzing about in the backyard, it sounds like
a small plane lost in the wilderness of space, finally it
skids and lands on the green lid of the cistern.
The pilot of the plane must find a landing place as it
Is dark and he doesn´t know where he is. A mountain
suddenly appears in front of him, banks and just clear
the top. On the other side a valley and he sees what...
Tuesday 21st May 2013 11:19 am
Also by jan oskar hansen :old age and revenge | diffident | dry months | child poverty | first prize | four April Haiku |
by Simon Austin
Is tip her…
All over my lips, at first, then
She starts to go down
Better than the rest
Her wicked whip of joy cracks with a satisfaction
Snatched euphoria glitters on a crush
And then, oh the rush!
She slips to that place only she knows
My god, she knows where to go
And knows what to do when she gets there
Which, naturally, she does, so qu...
Tuesday 21st May 2013 10:50 am
Also by Simon Austin:My Beautiful Lie | Animals | The Addict | Danse Macabre (The Dance of Death) |
he offers it to her-
she holds out
''keep your fingers together''
holding fingers apart-
''try and grasp it''
he watches her -
looking at him
she forgets the hand-
he picks it up
and, smiling, he repeats
the votive offering-
To Mandy 02:31
21 may 2013
words and foto T carroll...
Tuesday 21st May 2013 2:36 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:00:01 |
But if you plan my funeral, if worst should come to worst,
I want some decent hymns, some "Love Divine"s, and "Guide me, O"s.
Say masses for my soul (for I shall need them, heaven knows),
And ring a muffled quarter-peal, and preach a sermon next
(“Behold, that dreamer cometh” should be given as th...
Tuesday 21st May 2013 1:27 am
Also by Thomas Thurman:in my head, scribbled down |
The silence of the snow as it,
Carries the winter across the land,
It is unnerving,
Each flake, a spirit waiting to be reborn,
Its new, its concealing, its inviting,
A white mask ascends onto the face of mother earth,
It covers her history of wrinkles,
Her centuries of faults and all her impurities,
She becomes new once again,
Clean…. Fresh…. Unto...
Tuesday 21st May 2013 1:03 am
Also by tina:My first love | Forget me not |
by june slater
THE MOON DID NOT SHINE
THE STARS LOST THEIR TWINKLE
AND THE WIND TOOK YOU AWAY
IT BLEW YOU INTO TINY PIECES
AND IT SETTLED YOU ONTO A CLOUD
AND NOW WHEN RAIN DROPS FALL
IT WILL WASH YOU BACK TO EARTH
IF WE HOLD OUT OUR HANDS
TO COLLECT THE RAINDROPS
AND PUT THEM TO OUR LIPS
LIKE A KISS OF FRIENDSHIP AND HOPE
WE MAY CONNECT
BECAUSE YOU HAVE GONE
REST IN PEA...
Monday 20th May 2013 8:08 pm
by Ian Whiteley
In a silent chamber
a disc of shining gold
has crossed the void
for thirty five years or more,
a blink in its ultimate journey
to exit the solar system
and span the galaxy.
This Voyager –
spinning, spiralling, swooping
in a cold, dark, vacuum.
Waiting to sing
for unknown creatures
at the other side of the sky,
whilst the pale blue dot
of planet e...
Monday 20th May 2013 7:46 pm
Tags: 52 Hertz
Also by Ian Whiteley:Noticed | Deadly Nightshade | That Which Autumn Leaves | Eyrie Avenue | Shy Ann | Lair Of The Snow Spider | The Cause Celebre | Azrael | Marks In The Sand |
When much is tripping unto history's past, let i, gaze to charge and bound.
Weld my fanciful world in heaven's muse: new tunes, does brim in pleasure,
Sought Desires in Delphic tunes,an antique taste,my quest's could treasure.
Phoebes,by whom admired me curious thoughts,so brawn,this Titan's name,
Monday 20th May 2013 6:54 pm
by Rachel Bond
my feet weary and bruised.
i let the tide wash over them,
52 lovers all die, a muse.
With the crashing of a wave,
to the sounds i make,
to the waves of frequency running
through my brain.
8 hertz and 8 hurts,
in every town,
speaking the tongues
of the Pentecost.
i sit on the beach
at the tip of circumference
Monday 20th May 2013 6:12 pm
Tags: 52 hertz
Also by Rachel Bond :long lost | white noise (letters) | Hidden Song of the Godhead |
clutched for nothing
This knotted man is undone.
He two steps the boardwalk
as if dancing to Basie.
Memories thrumming his head,
a persistent moth.
That finally settles.
To a baseball card
on a back bicycle wheel.
The road melt day in 1962,
riding with Stephen Chambers,
to the lighthouse and beyond.
Monday 20th May 2013 4:38 pm
Also by Ralph Dartford:Death at the Riverside | Baltimore |
It cannot render traction
Or the queer zero,
Or mine gravity.
Panic & lapse
Immune to weak forces
Arise on threads of absence
In mechanical waves,
Muted by observation
& uncertain rules
In the chamber of bias.
An adumbration transpires.
Wanton longing. Dimension
Flattened & tamped....
Monday 20th May 2013 3:51 pm
Also by Jonnie Falafel:Peter Goes West | For A Second I Forgot | Clock Watchers In The Woods | Save Ulster From Sodomy |
by Richard A
but when I grew up I only became an arsonist
I wanted to sail but instead I sank
needed love not rape,
to whisper in deaf ears not shout.
What’s my point?
The point as I see it is this..
Control over whom or what we become
how we turn out the decisions we make
right or wrong left or right people we love or hate
Monday 20th May 2013 3:10 pm
Also by Richard A:Mother's Autumn | Cruel Impossible Love | Morecambe Bay Cockling Disaster | Seahorse | Padlock |
that rang like a bell through you?
Did you conquer the stifling loss
bitterly coating all your notebooks?
Did you ever find a stranger at your door
clutching wine and headphones?
Did they listen with hungry ears
to all the truths you had to share?
Did they grab your wrists with passion
dance you into the ex...
Monday 20th May 2013 11:15 am
Also by Thom:Fascinator Moon | All The Forgotten Novels |
by Pete Slater
When I was young
Only my ideas
Now I am older
I realise that
When I am
I only hope
That I still have
If I do,
I will share mine,
Listen to yours.
We will move mountains
And fresh orange.
© By: - Pete Slater. 2013....
Monday 20th May 2013 10:09 am
Also by Pete Slater:CATCH THE RAIN | OLD SCHOOL | COMMON OR WHAT? |
for a sixth of an hour,
before observing a cat
with almighty presence and power.
This feline affected me also,
making me an eternal predator.
Showered in blood, that of its victim’s,
Proud, purring, devouring torso.
It was proud of this blood,
as far as I understood anyway.
Like war paint.
I enjoy the kill.
Monday 20th May 2013 9:40 am
Tags: crime,poetry,poetry and prose,prose
Also by Tim 'Preech' Humphreys-Jones:The Pavement | Talking with Yesterday | Happy to Share | I Stay Low |
Oh hole in my tyre!
and the takeaway is closing early and me?
I feel dire,dont want a thick ear
'cos of a hole in my tyre
Fast in car did I travel
touched a hundred and three
to make it in time to get a curry for tea
but alas in the roadway I hit a metal piece of fallen church spire
I can just hear my bloke now screaming higher and higher...
Monday 20th May 2013 8:59 am
Also by Solar:loss of two coins | lump in the throat | Pusillanimity | ex-amore | questioning the bigwigs and bow wow | shades of Adolf | enough to make my fists clench! | Thinking back | Loss of lootings |
never known for his subtlety
three pints in at The Anchor
half an eye still on the game
orders another lager
stands tall at the bar
and tells us all
this changes nothing
he wouldn’t kick her out of bed
he’s no oil painting himself
never has been never will
shouts of he should be so lucky
in another life in his dreams
of the old anglo...
Sunday 19th May 2013 7:22 pm
Tags: angelina jolie
Also by steve pottinger:Give him a grid reference, for the love of god. |
You're really on a roll
You've mastered every syllable
And built it to a whole
Every stress is well rehearsed
You know it inside out and back-to-front
Each chorus and each verse
You even know it side-ways
You've swum through every part
Can add to it your character
Your voice, your mind, your heart...
Sunday 19th May 2013 7:20 pm
Also by David Lindsay:I Wish I'd Had Candy Floss |
You never knew
I never would have known it
If I'd never met you
Sunday 19th May 2013 6:54 pm
Also by cbyrne:expat - hyena version | expat |
by STEVE RUDD
Considers all the angles
Head on one side,
Matching the slant of light through branches
Jaunty but wary
Like a young lad, out upon the town,
Entering an unfamiliar bar.
Brought me the summer
- a gift for which I’m grateful -
By decking his house with green
And wearing gaudy feathers.
Fluttering down from some...
Sunday 19th May 2013 6:34 pm
by Ian Gant
I had this conversation with the mother of my spouse,
And viewed the garden that she tends to gentrify the house,
We came to the conclusion that we never would agree,
About the brave and various forms that nature gives for free.
There’s glory in the chaos of the wild and wanton things,
The greenfinch in the hedgerow the buzzing wasp that stings,
The burdock and th...
Sunday 19th May 2013 6:22 pm
Also by Ian Gant:RAUCOUS |
Zimmer frame ready to help forward motion
Wired for sound and to aid dicky ticker
Capsules to slow it - or make it go quicker
Now where's my bifocals to help me to see
- and all this just so I can go for a wee....
Saturday 18th May 2013 11:36 pm
On late November afternoon
Your kindred spirit rises as I pace forwards
I giggle as you grumble
About mud on your boots
No tea to takeaway from the café today
I avert all others eyes
Was it through here,
Or a little further perhaps?
The birds scatter in welcome as I arrive
Without our blanket to break my fall
An abundance of acorns and twigs suffic...
Saturday 18th May 2013 9:47 pm
Tags: love poetry,love poem
Also by Katypoetess:Morning Shower | Voices |
by David Cooke
Barefoot and breathless,
he’s back in the land
of traipse and plod,
where no one knows
his secrets and no one’s
taught him steps;
for his kind of dancing
needs to breathe
like a natural thing.
His back flips and pirouettes,
his glides and appels
set the wires humming –
a faint acoustic
beneath the range
of whispered conversations...
Saturday 18th May 2013 8:32 pm
Also by David Cooke:Territory |
that astronomers were wrong -
there was no universal truth
just flat earth
stretching end to end
and the NOTHING
and the ocean in between,
reflected on its surface
one incidental star,
the weary push and pull
of lunar flow,
he sowed his knowledge
to the seven silver seas,
thrashed against perimeter
looking for the fall,
while the world
just kept on turning...
Saturday 18th May 2013 6:43 pm
Also by Isobel:52 Hertz |
an immortal invisibilty
abiding in everything,everywhere
even within and immeasureably beyond
the realms of pitiless death.
greatly outdistancing and indiscriminately
retrieving its short lived loan
from the futile graspings
of all things mortal
Saturday 18th May 2013 5:27 pm
Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:Gone unto | one way ticket to shit city | about a small passenger | Coffee?..oh lay! | dead whore walking | out of the virginal dark | avoidance of scotch mist | Water music | Always the better for a certain one less |
As the bus I was travelling on slowed down on the A6, I noticed a sign outside an antique dealers shop which read “Antique Customer Parking” with an arrow pointing to the back of the shop. It just begged to be developed into a poem, and this is it, for your delectation! - - -
That sign read “Antique Customer Parking”
With an arrow to say
Park your cars...
Saturday 18th May 2013 4:41 pm
by Paul Sands
it yawns and stretches its
aged bones, as last night’s ghosts scurry
home, with the copper blood running
warm through worm pricked floors
I lie,like you, while you lie,
like me, under the nights warm stink
and the claw and the purr
of the cat’s half lidded lazy gaze
as the foundations shake with each
passing race of 18 wheel freig...
Saturday 18th May 2013 3:18 pm
Also by Paul Sands:Quietly, I |
just around the corner. My life's plan is to live for as long as I can,
till I'm a very old man in 2050, when I'll be 103; any more time
beyond this will be a bonus.
I want to see if this world is really heading to Hell on a hand-cart,
and if it will go up in flames with me on my funeral pyre; or i...
Saturday 18th May 2013 1:57 pm
Tags: ethical dilemmas,immortality.,ebooks,rainforests,funeral pyres
that will mean i have to acknowledge the devil as something very real.
Saturday 18th May 2013 12:59 pm
Also by spaceghost:The First Teacher's Of Earth | When Unknown | I Listened To Kool Keith And Nah Mate Did'nt Care That She Dumped Me | THIS IS NOT HOMEWORK | Tnem Rot Lanoi To me Fo Nia to me | Manceastre | Candles and Dead Birds | every night anyway i live in Pembrokeshire |
by mike watts
I trawl through junk
For cheap treasure
On my glass table
There is a cream retro phone
Whose ringtone brings back
And the smell of oil
On my father
Thirty years ago
I stormed out of school
To take the world
I’m still here
Smothered in Hull
Stuck in neutral
Snatching at time as it
Rockets past me
Nearer to fifty
Saturday 18th May 2013 12:56 pm
There are two lives that really could be traded
In time one for another, we must work fast
One useless black corpse that walks around
These Manchester streets still secreting black
Enema, void of meaning and empathy
Spreading his disease in a fury
Fat guest list slags
Fans sucking his cock for freebies
Grow up its over
And it wasn&rsq...
Saturday 18th May 2013 9:28 am
Also by Cb:The Horrors |
by John Coopey
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It’s a place that I return to more than most;
It’s charmingly well-hid,
South of Scarborough, north of Brid,
A secret haven on the Yorkshire coast.
Take the Scarborough road from York and head out East.
When you leave at Folkton traffic has decreased.
“Halfway there!” Dad quips quite dryly
When, in fact, that’s...
Saturday 18th May 2013 12:15 am
Also by John Coopey:Your First Hut Is The Cheapest | Dick |
Before he rests his weary head,
Does he say a prayer for those,
His unmanned drones left comatose?
Does he shed a single tear,
As Palestinians live in fear?
Does he hear their cries and still,
Think collateral damage, is a necessary ill?
Does he talk to God, on sleepless nights,
They discuss Islamic rebels by candlelight.
Which freedom fighters to...
Saturday 18th May 2013 12:13 am
by John Marks
is sad tonight
beneath the silvery moon
around an empty limousine
today the rooks gathered
blackly round a coffin
on this beautiful May day
I see them
all around me
my soul craw-craw-craws for long ago
dream-times hidden in the deeps below
where all the men that ever were
gather on the grassy slope
Saturday 18th May 2013 12:09 am
Also by John Marks:The ECONOMY of LOVE |
heart beats old,
with a love of Christ
Your heart beats bold.
Be ye rich, be ye poor, with
a love of Christ you'll have so
The rain falls
on just and unjust.
But remember Christ
rain settles the dust.
Don't float listlessly
on a sea of confusion,
for a life without Christ
is a life of delusion.
Don't be the sand...
Friday 17th May 2013 5:08 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:Lanterne Poem |
by Tom Chapman
The miracle of childbirth was with her;
And twice again this image would recur.
She smiled, as through the years, she had been blest.
She smiled to see the graciousness of God,
As with her spouse they'd made Him their life's guide.
His strength for them was proven and was tried;
They'd come through life...
Friday 17th May 2013 1:10 pm
Also by Tom Chapman:Cynic |
Friday 17th May 2013 11:00 am
Tags: Wakefield,Wakefield Wireless Mysteries,Mary Creagh M.P.,Destiny Poets,Louis Kasatkin
by mark littler
riderless horse on calm field
riderless horse on keen howler
I have no son I am no father
days of this hour
birth and thirteen astrologies
back to the candle lamp princess
her love for the spear and his rider
born , not concealed but made female and wanting
man to man he joined a foreign thousand
first under flag...
Friday 17th May 2013 9:17 am
Also by mark littler:telling of insects |
out of the primordial slum, green with pride.
That heretics would ever stop their cruel and wicked ways
Would away with their being, we must pray for our holy garden.
Their heresy distorts the truth, they follow a precious weight,
worth every ounce. This leaves poor Eden up the canal without a yacht,
this living plot, a handsome cos...
Thursday 16th May 2013 10:05 pm
Tags: City Manchester Poetry Nostalgia Alientation
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Outside the teacher's office with Bowes-Coleman, Joist and Lee,
I pondered on the question which the master had just set,
Pertaining to the odds of my employability;
What was my plan of action for the route that I would take
Next year, as at the 'World Of Work' I'd aim my shooting star,
And had I finalised the sphere...
Thursday 16th May 2013 9:04 pm
Also by Jonathan Humble:Here's One I Made Earlier ... | Postcard From Beyond The Looking Glass | The Fall Of The King | The Thoughtful Little Cactus |
Wait for the narcotic niceties to be over
“Isn't it nice to just relax?” you say
“Hmmmm” I agree, letting my thoughts become dreamy
My birthday is over and it's time to release the stress
It has taken so long
Doubling up the pretence puts pressure on the present
Downstairs you carry out the Birthday autopsy
Thursday 16th May 2013 6:20 pm
Also by Emma Roy- Williams:Happy Fucking Birthday | Poignant Perch |
raid on the great dams of industrial wartime Germany. I am re-posting this poem - dedicated
to Sqdn. Ldr. G.L. "Johnny" Johnson DFC, sergeant-bomb-aimer on AJ-T for Tommy - who
took his crew around the Sorpe dam ten times before being ready to drop their bomb on its
Thursday 16th May 2013 4:48 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:THE MAGICAL MEDICAL MERRY-GO-ROUND |
Angel fish swimming too close to the tide,
my belly aching where the tiny sand pools
formed; each ripple, a rehearsal.
I found her hair tangling around
my ankles; a translucent green -
the shoreline being so unforgiving;
quick to bury my womanhood
in moving waters.
I thought she should have dark...
Thursday 16th May 2013 12:31 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:Eye | Threads |
that foundations may well crumble
Bottles himself away in lonely
lines of ribbed blue glass
upon some lop-sided shelf
The handwritten label, applied
and slid square with the rest of the world
The contents sealed in
wax from the neck down to do their time
Do not operate the machinery
Please comply with dosage
Please comply with
Wednesday 15th May 2013 10:23 pm
Tags: mental health
by Daniel Carr
Worked by white mans orders, whipped until they bleed
A lower breed, they do protest, at Sunday morning mass
The preacher reads the bible and its miss spelt sequel
And tells the people that all of gods children are created equal
With contradiction thick as treacle and a counter fit free pass
Money feeds their hunger, opportunity all aroun...
Wednesday 15th May 2013 5:20 pm
Also by Daniel Carr:Monkey Town Madness |
by David Blake
Fade away as you have squandered
the years that fell on deaf ears.
Old hands point to the skies
and at dusk trace circles
eternal reflections in the sea's mirror.
Separation, right from wrong
the line is blurred as sand and foam.
these tears recede, at night
leaving driftwood, still
From networks in foreign climes
in cities over borderlines;...
Wednesday 15th May 2013 3:49 pm
Also by David Blake:Toucan |
On this cold May afternoon. The month
Claws itself from the endless winter towards
A season lurking beyond the horizon
Consumed in the darkening Brume.
A figure stands on the corner, stooped
With collar stiff in vain protection.
The mirrored pavement reflecting a form
As withered as the look he flashes
At the leaden sky. And on the ridge tiles...
Tuesday 14th May 2013 11:55 pm
theatre, to opening nights,
ticket sales and critics.
The Green Man's
(written from prompts of 7 given words. The final 2 words had to be the title)
Tuesday 14th May 2013 9:32 pm
by Steve Regan
But a after large red wine with a pal in my local pub, Hell's Waiting Room, the muse of good spirits came and perched on my shoulder.
So, as it happened, I DID very much enjoy a most life-affirming BARDS poetry session in New Brighton last night....
Tuesday 14th May 2013 4:52 pm
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