This poem today is a tribute to my late departed father, whom left this world 18 year ago.
a lifetime of tears shed for a controversial hero, now
reduced to a photo on marble stone
here in the cemetery
you can't be alone
surrounded by others
taken before their time
some young, some old, and some new
but in this place of rest
all that matters to me is you
a faded ...
Monday 2nd March 2015 11:05 am
Tags: death,memories,poetry,unwanted day and month
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Aloofed characters we'll see
Lost in the translation to hopeless dreams
Observations of selfish greed
Never to be complete
Ending life on "E".
Longing to find "a" single character to stitch to incomplete seams
Saturday 28th February 2015 4:56 am
I had a vision! or i heard him..
I Met God
I met god
in the form of a urinal
told me he wasn't a DJ
nor did he spin vinyl
but when we made the connection
his tap into my system felt spinal
he spoke equolent, his words final:
recently i haven't heard you pray
and tell me are you practicising to be good, ten times a day?"
I felt bewildered
and put this voice down to a h...
Tuesday 24th February 2015 7:46 pm
Tags: fun,new stuff.,poetry,punk poetry
I ve many frnds but none like u, my feelings fr u were hell true !! I didn't did it intentionally, it just happened , truly, I know u r hurt, BT girl u have to trust, plz forgive me if you (want to)can, I can't afford to loose you my dear frnd!!!
Sunday 22nd February 2015 4:31 pm
I was lost among the old junk,
in the farthest of corners, when
I heard a clock ticking away.
It had a rhythm of its own,
though the ticks were separate
it appeared to echo instead,
and when I watched the clock face,
the second hand would twitch a bit
before jumping to the next notch.
'Guess I don't need a clock,' I thought,
then I looked down and checked my watch,
and it said the...
Sunday 22nd February 2015 3:38 pm
How is it so beautiful, winter?
When I look around outside,
I'm reminded how precious the light,
The smiling sun letting me know
The joy in the white of the snow,
And the blessing of time, and open eyes;
How precious the light in this time of year.
Wednesday 18th February 2015 1:35 pm
When, whatever you want
I'm here for you, always near
In any circumstance.
Monday 16th February 2015 9:59 pm
Cold at the pump, I rub my hands together,
But, for a moment, there’s nothing there,
And I search for the pockets of my coat,
My breath faces its very death and fades,
And somewhere in the air, I leave it there,
And notice my time is ticking away,
The cold gets in close and I feel the chill,
When I realize I’m getting mugged by it,
And shiver and shudder at the thought of it,
Sunday 15th February 2015 9:49 am
When I had first laid eyes on you days after we first met
I felt i had finally found someone I could call my own.
Knew you were different than the other women.
As months went on, I'd grown to appreciate everything about you
from your radiant smile that lights up my day
to your warm embrace when our bodies become one.
As well as your bubbly sense of humor.
It shouldn't be hard ...
Sunday 15th February 2015 1:19 am
Tags: love,poetry,romantic poems
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
That you’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.
Saturday 14th February 2015 7:18 pm
THE DAY BEFORE VALENTINE'S
Is this ritual or adventure
See how quickly
The words are written
No longer anonymous
Is this a box to check
A form to fill
A contract to renew
An essential procedure
The mind indifferent
Even irritated but....
The heart restless
Insistent that this
Is not an option
Ink on cardboard
Flesh on flesh
Friday 13th February 2015 3:06 pm
Tags: David Subacchi,Liverpool Poets,poetry,valentines day,Welsh Poets
Thursday 5th February 2015 4:43 pm
Hope I make the most of my gifts.
I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago
Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.
Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning
for the top where I oughta be.
Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see
possibly change someone's life.
All I want is for my family and my girlfriend t...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 3:49 am
So tomorrow I have another job interview. Another chance for something better in my life but another chance to highlight that things have stalled a little in my development. It’s not been a great start to the week in terms of my self-evaluation. Having said that, we launched a new issue of Bunbury Magazine and I am still doing my blog so thing could be worse. I have played, I think, a little too m...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 5:42 pm
Tags: National Poetry Writing Month,poetry,writing
It always makes me laugh when a person’s bio on their social media account says ‘All thoughts on this account are my own and are in no way demonstrative of those of <name of corporation they work for>. What they are essentially saying is ‘these are the things I really think, when I am being myself in real life but when I am in the office, I think what they pay me to think.’ Since when did we becom...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 12:59 am
Tags: creative writing,life writing,poems,poetry,writing for fun
So Sunday is the day on which I am dedicating to self-evaluation. As you may know, at the moment I am going through a bout of depression, which comes and goes and affects me to the point where I freeze at the thought of doing anything even remotely helpful. I am trying to combat this by forcing myself to do things that I see as ‘putting myself out there for the world.’ This blog and Poem A Day For...
Monday 19th January 2015 12:26 am
Tags: bunbury,creative writing,depression,flash fiction,life writing,magazine,poems,poetry,self-help,short story,Silly poems
When January wind its fist doth shake
And wooden fences tear from their places
When horses start, when cattle shelter take
To the hearth...
Sunday 18th January 2015 8:15 pm
Tags: Liverpool Poets,Poetry,Subacchi,Welsh Poets
I’m a little drunk off lucky dip tokens at our local bar so today’s blog will be brief. I think some of you may appreciate that after yesterday’s anti-feminism post. Though that post garnered the highest reception since I started doing this so maybe I should lay into good causes more often. Oxfam, I’m coming for you next.
As far as weeks go, it’s not been a good one this week. My productivity h...
Sunday 18th January 2015 12:50 am
Tags: basketball,creative writing,flash fiction,life writing,poetry,Poets & Performance Poetry,short story,wheelchair,writing
I’m starting today with a controversial thought.
I do not agree with feminism. Now I’m fully aware that may put some of you against me right from the start of this but let me explain (and this is my own actual thoughts on the matter, as possibly ill-informed as they are.) I agree with the aims of feminism. To put women on the deserved same platform as men. To have an equal chance of getting gre...
Saturday 17th January 2015 12:39 am
Tags: bunbury magazine,feminism,matt taylor,poetry,writing
Friday 16th January 2015 1:49 pm
Tags: Dead Snakes magazine,poems,poetry,poetry magazine
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a dessert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
Wednesday 14th January 2015 8:59 pm
When you said goodbye
I realised deep inside
That this would be the final time
I ever saw your smile.
And God called your name
And you floated peacefully away.
This is permanant
A tattoo on the heart
A scar engraved in my skin
I think about you everyday
And everyday is a losing game
Until the next time,
I see you again
Monday 12th January 2015 3:12 pm
Tags: death,Love lost,poetry,sad poetry
Golden boy, your hair is perfectly curled, do you know that?
And golden boy I can’t see because your shine blinds me even in a room full of people
You’ll never see the sun in my eyes, like I do yours
Your blue eyes pierce into me like a fallen icicle in the middle of a snow storm
But at the same time my hands feel sweaty, like I am lost in the Sahara desert
Oh, golden boy, with hair...
Monday 12th January 2015 3:04 pm
Tags: love poem,love poetry,Lust,poetry
Thy pen; no mighty sword here preach
Where words, metallic, fall.
On blood-ink lines; stained city streets -
Oh time, thou horrors crawl.
Wrought freedom flits, it waxes, ebbs,
Whence censored bullets rain,
But fallow not among the dead
Doth liberty remain.
Copyright © Simon Austin 2015
Monday 12th January 2015 3:01 pm
Tags: Charlie Hebdo,Je Suis Charlie,Paris,Poem,Poetry,Terrorism
Sunday 11th January 2015 3:56 pm
Tags: competitions for teenagers,free poetry competitions,poems,poetry,poetry competitions for adults
Alcoholic with sick on his shoes,
Sat on a brown wooden bench
In the middle of town
With his old dog,
Lacking good vision
Waiting for a meal
A dropped pasty or pie
A sandwich, perhaps rye.
I, was never taught in school
To be such a man
It was always
You could become a lawyer,
You could become a teacher,
You could become a business man
Never, you could ...
Saturday 3rd January 2015 5:03 am
Tags: alcoholic,Everyday,Life,Poem,poetry,society alcohol
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