River
Errant in the dark, the telltale signs
we saw catapult us fifteen miles
through gulley and field
uproot and cascade, we now deem
a captured eye, a wind-blown scene,
so fresh, so free for all, and yet...
hot-bladed too, a line of fire
in this frenzied, war-torn age
a searing divide, a map, a point
as plain and unbroken as
you, my rock, my hallowed place
here be...
Sunday 31st January 2016 10:19 pm
Also by David Blake:
Fluid | Paradise | Bowl Of Earth | Progress? | Hot Air '97 | On Ambition | Swept Paddock through Waning Light | English Epilogue | The Vote of Confidence | Lodge | Life through a Box Hedge | Moral Arrow from Crooked Bow | The Nationalists | Tomorrow's Freedom | Village Gothic | 'How We Can Change the Future Together' | Asylum | Backwaters | Sound Travels |PROSE POSER
if I was offered a choice between a Ferrari
and everlasting life
that would need some careful consideration
and while i'm thinking it out (hypothetically)
i'll take out my very own genie's lamp
(always a comfort in times of stress)
rub it vigorously
wait for results.
I mean, this comes with no strings
no after effects
and no need to change
th...
Sunday 31st January 2016 8:45 pm
Also by ray pool:
PSYCHIC VISION | VOLUNTEERS | HEADLESS CORPSE WALKING | WEATHER GIRL | THAT WAS THE SEVENTIES | SENTRY | THE RAGBAG SHEEPDOG | THERE WAS A GIRL | HIGHGATE CEMETERY 2006 | THE REFUGE OF BEAUTY | LONG DISTANCE EXPRESS | WAITING - FOR URINATION | HEAR THE JAZZ | LETTER TO THE QUEEN | IF | THE WARREN HOUSE INN DARTMOOR | THE MUSE | THE DEATH OF SWEETS | RAMSBOTTOM BICKERDYKE AND Co | SOME BRIGHT SPARK | SHE KNOWS HIS WANTS | DUVET NIGHTS |Zones of Avoidance
Zones of Avoidance (an excerpt)
I’m reading ‘The Confessions of an English Opium Eater’ –
I want to understand what drove my daughter out
in the snow with no coat or socks, in search of a fix.
I want to understand what divinity led her
to set up camp in the derelict ‘pigeon house’
after running out of sofas to surf.
*
I was a Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds girl mys...
Sunday 31st January 2016 8:10 pm
Today's musings
When I’ve gone
When I’ve left you all
When my bones are being reduced
To dust, best held in an urn
Skip through my back catalogue
Find the verse I cobbled together
That has become your favourite
And read it, loud and proud
It’s all I’d want really
I can think of nothing better
Than my most precious friends and family
Being forced ...
Sunday 31st January 2016 7:31 pm
Also by Andy Smyth:
Latest musings |THE POETRY JUDGE
How do you get considered...
elected or selected...
To decide on the worth of another's work,
And how it should be respected?
Is it just an ego trip...
The way to poetry fame "to be",
A judge of poems whose taste will lurk
In the pages of posterity?
Are there certain forms expected...
And names of familiarity?
Is it likely to be rejected
If you're unknown...
Sunday 31st January 2016 6:11 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
SAME THING | POUNDS (NO SHILLINGS) AND PENCE | LENINGRAD - a Cold War memory |By the light of the local Spar
Eyes snapped shut in the street-facing bedroom
lit up by the light of the Spar
that floods it's white plastic windows
illuminating each passing car
In her curled up hands a faded old photo
crinkled,yellowing,torn,
but the hands,once so gentle,that hold this mementoe,
are as cold,are as granite, as stone
In came Sister with a meagre tea tray
barging in,past...
Sunday 31st January 2016 6:01 pm
Also by Jon Darby:
The Day Of Her Leaving |Confidence
Confidence
Faith rising in the east
calm after the storm
pressed suits and uncomfortable shoes
the good word awaits
the sidewalk alive with parents
and children
too many to count
So sweet and innocent
Mom and Pop
anxious to compare clothes
recipes
scarves
and neighbor gripes
Such content
such confidence
must be nice to know
to know th...
Sunday 31st January 2016 4:44 pm
Also by Eric Broke:
Little Humans | Maybe Two | I Try | Shame | Stuck | Not all bad | Them | On my end | Chief | The army and fucking | Read Me!! | Bleach and cork | Number numb with a bullet | The Bench |Killing the Long Game
I live my life the way that I choose
Within a commonly accepted framework,
Both legal and moral.
My creeds are common sense,
Honesty and freedom of choice.
Am I consistent in my actions? Probably not,
But I try to do my best,
Keep myself to myself
And get on with living my life.
Is it necessary for me to set a good example?
Quite probably, but within na...
Sunday 31st January 2016 2:47 pm
Also by Jim Trott:
Tom's Battles | The Hat | Nicole | The Rebel | Martha Street | Aisha with Beads |A Wish
A wish to help me through the night
Twin flames forever burning bright
Lost souls who've found each other now
Complete in knowledge that somehow
We'll make it through
However hard
We'll grow together
Love unbarred
Sunday 31st January 2016 1:07 pm
Also by Pixievic:
RIP Mr Murphy | No Mercy! | Decisions | Foreboding | Look Closer! | Moonshadow | Unravelling ...... | Open Heart Surgery | The Circus | Circles | Nice Try ....! | Rainspell | Self Indulgent | Le Chien Noir | To the Girl in the Oak Tree | A Strange Encounter | Bravado | Waiting to Happen | Freak! | Trumpets, Burglars & Puddles | Learning How To Swim | No Disguise | A Kiss Farewell With No Regret |Berlin
Berlin
A conversation with a stranger
Across a rumpled unmade bed
The sound of her voice rolling
Against the thunder in my head
And I felt so low and tired
So full of hurt despair
Didn’t know where I was
Or how I’d arrived there
But I was talking to this stranger
The way I’d not talked for years
And she was sitting listening
Through all my words and fe...
Sunday 31st January 2016 12:02 pm
Also by terry ireland:
Lessons |Oyster
I opened my heart for all to be seen
an overwrought shadow of a former once me
beaten, bruised with a spirit so low
hanging as the leaves of a weeping willow
What wrong,I had shown, was cut ever more
For showing the hurt
kept in most others, special draw.
"your pathetic", "so bloody weak"
cruel to the worst
Nor can I bury the love that I seek
worthless fool for ca...
Sunday 31st January 2016 11:51 am
Also by PatricioLG:
Feudal compromise | The Gathering |the muslim's tale viii
abandoned now upon the rack
yoked as a slave to the flesh
inshallah he hears a hundred times
cain's mark he bears upon his head
in the lower forest of the climb
where man does not clear nor farm
a narrow track threads the groves
of shadows without near or far
and here to ali's great dismay
a feasting tiger bars the path
half hidden by the shafting rays
and the weighty buffalo carcas...
Sunday 31st January 2016 1:27 am
Also by jeremy young:
the muslim's tale vii | the muslim's tale vi | the muslim's tale v | generations | the muslim's tale iv | the muslim's tale iii | the muslim's tale ii | the muslim's tale i | into the woods - prologue | into the woods iv | into the woods 3 | into the woods 2 | modesty | into the woods | the best of all possible worlds | refuges | opening night | for Ashraf Fayadh | the histories - after herodotus | communion | Taking Tea with Dawkins | The Fourth Magi |I
Hold your head high and smile and
Straighten your back and look ahead
They tell me
Because I
Never know who I am and what I deserve
Never remember
My place in the world.
I think I am a cloud or a see-through curtain
I fancy myself a vase with no flowers in it
I walk around like a clown on a journey
Outside the walls of the home.
I would let birds alight on my shoul...
Saturday 30th January 2016 11:29 pm
Also by Celia:
Late out of bed |the circus life (1/30/2016)
Eros
a letter bearer
a memorial burier
graveshift digger,
sobbing for solace
muzzled, but crying out
characters carved in fingernail
caricatures recycled, resewn
(pretending that you've never known)
dug up and cleaned up
pastels painted over
and over
bright and brighter colors yet
to pour over tired, faded earthen tones
rewritten unrecognizeable:
and rewritten
and rewritten
pl...
Saturday 30th January 2016 10:29 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
Captain Hook 0617 (01/25/2016) | the absence of eloquence with time hastily borrowed | feignt (1/18/2016) | flirt (01/16/2016) | the day the clouds fell down (01/04/2015) |Gethsemane
an old oliveoil press rusting at the bottom of a sandy garden
in his occupied territory.
man lying prostrate,
on the soil.
murmuring.
about a weight, a burden, something.
we disciples could not hear clearly,
what with all the muffled explosions
and such.
this man, this man, he screamed out ‘NOT AS I WILL BUT AS YOU WILL FATHER!’.
but there was no other man there, no ...
Saturday 30th January 2016 8:59 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Near Water |Sweet Heart
Child,
My Dear
Come here
Why are
You here?
Alone?
No Mama?
No Papa?
All alone?
Come
Come
With me
No need
For you
To walk
These Streets
On your
Own
Look around
Child
Is this the
Future
For you?
The world
Is too busy
No one
Will notice
You passing
Through
Child
You loo...
Saturday 30th January 2016 8:59 pm
Even when the light inside the Mind goes very dim
Even when the light inside the Mind goes very dim,
The power of the Heart will still be there.
To guide you through the darkness when the times are feeling grim,
And remind you of the love that you once shared.
Just like the tide, it's ebb and flow,
Together with the Earth, we are attuned.
So breathe in slow, then let it go,
And time itself will help you heal the wound.
I apologiz...
Saturday 30th January 2016 1:16 am
Also by Eric Berard:
A Joyous Light |Prostitute
I once knew a little girl
Or maybe she was a young woman
With a pornographic smile
And a diamond in the corner of her eye
She used to tell me stories
Of late nights and sad parties
And the men that she kept
Always had another secret at home
She flirted with danger
Wasn’t paid in cash or kindness
The pavement welcomed her presence
With a sympathetic sigh
...Friday 29th January 2016 3:34 pm
Also by Rachael J. Low:
Queen of Sorrow | Tired. |Slow fog
A sad entry.
Sadness in blogs.
Overwhelms the theme.
I wait for the wave to carry me forward.
I sink into the sea.
Friday 29th January 2016 7:56 am
Also by Alick Strang:
Whispers into sheets | Five Roses | Screen play |MEMORIES
I have sat at home and watched whilest my world has fell apart . A lonely drastic place , the place I made my start . Memories of a lifetime , and so within my heart . Being torn apart by others , just ripping us apart . We gave them our all . All our dreams , all our plans . Worked hard all our lives , now facing more demands . Nothing to look forward to , only new challenges every day . The rich...
Friday 29th January 2016 6:40 am
I AM AFRAID
I AM AFRAID
Childhood
Adoclescence
Late
Adulthood
Creeps Peacefully
Smoothed
By
God’s Long Fingers,
Asleep …
Tired … or Malingering
Sprawled Floors,
Here Behind
Frameless Doors
After Malt Hops
On
Ice
Should I
as
Christ is
Conjur Strength
Powering Our Moment
To
Crisis
I Have Wept
Fasted
Wept
and
Prayed
...
Friday 29th January 2016 3:03 am
Also by GeeProcessor:
BALLPOINTING FOR DAD |SHARING THE WEALTH
My dad wasn’t a clever man but he told me when I was young that if you shared all the money in the country out equally, inside a fortnight half of it would be back where it started. I couldn’t see it at the time but I’ve started to understand the kernel of truth it holds.
Consider if in the great divi-up you got the “Citizen’s Share” of £100,000, what would you do with it?
Well, there’s onl...
Thursday 28th January 2016 11:54 pm
Also by John Coopey:
COOPEY'S GROUPIES | A Wonderful Opportunity | DONALD THE ELEPHANT (TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP) | A PEKING SPICE ODDITY | C&A | ODE TO JOHN THE HAT |Seam Less XI
We grieve like melted snow
Nothing to hold on
And they will never know
How the warm tears gathered
On our mourning fate
To repeat this sad snow storm
On each and every face
© David R Mellor 2016
Thursday 28th January 2016 7:40 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
Time wasted, time wasted, time wasted me | I Was Just Thinking About You... (Blue Mosque Istanbul 12/01/16 10:40 am) |Purposeful Purpose
Picturesque life with an ideal family.
If only my perception could transfer to a book.
Pages and pages of it sloppily written.
Where I could give everyone a small glimpse of my outlook.
Aimless decisions and purposeless acts,
Turn into my haphazard life forged by untouched facts.
Forget a day in my shoes
Try a day in my mind
Pointless...
Thursday 28th January 2016 7:01 pm
Shelved
I want to remember you as a book I read
I want only to recall you from that shelf in my mind
where I place my favourite books
When I see you, I want to think of you as someone who looks a little like…
It would not matter then how many other readers you have
that same description of you will conjure their version
of your eyes and your smile, not mine
I would not be jealous...
Thursday 28th January 2016 11:36 am
Prince Charming
While I lie here, dead awake.
Replaying in my head, all the mistakes.
I tell myself, I'm not afraid.
Even though I hope, one day I'll be saved.
I feel myself go numb again.
I feel it slip, through the wounds I've opened.
I need a hero, I thought...
Just as I'm falling, to be caught.
Though my body's dead,
My mind is racing,
You're in my head,
It's you I'm chasing.
...Thursday 28th January 2016 6:40 am
Also by Tiffany:
Another man | Plastic | Stay | Memory | Temple | A night in between the sheets |Winter Kitchen
Another vacant month.
Outside the trees are trembling;
The loose elms
Emptying their calendar of pages.
Everything is quieting,
Dimming,
In the light of evening
You’d need sharp eyes
To pick the poor fly
Amongst the petals of the peony
Perfectly intact,
Except for life
That must have crawled out
While nobody was looking,
Like the stuntman
...Wednesday 27th January 2016 9:53 pm
Paraffins
Early doors paraffins, the usual thing.
Locals lower gaze
as old John shuffles in
with his arthritic hip,
dribble down his chin.
He drops half a crown
in the Marie Curie tin,
decimal coinage never got to him
and he sups electric bitter
The landlord looks grim,
needs an ego trim,
thinks he's charismatic
but he's just plain dim.
Puts 10p on the ...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 9:11 pm
My Belly
I like reading and watching telly
Sitting around is my hobby
And you can tell that from my belly
Or an apple, or a drum
Call it curvy, call it fat
I prefer to say "rotund!"
And never gain an ounce
But somehow, now I'm older
I have found I've extra "bounce"
I co...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 7:04 pm
Also by David Lindsay:
First Walk with Hearing Aids | Fire Monkey |Vibrating in the unison of the scream of passion
Fire radiates in my eyes,
desire’s claim is at stake,
on my bed the exuberant palm tree brightens my breasts
with the curly waves of your kisses
A prismatic encounter greeting you in my body with anxiety
Beyond the fury of my skin
my breathing becomes dizzying,
tremulous moans the voice of sunset ,
and dresses me as Spring
Feline, sin assails me, walks through the trails of my exci...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 3:11 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:
Everything became yesterday! | You don’t know… |Northern Lights
Northern Lights
She must be so tired –
Plotted all along
To move this way,
And she’s big,
Too big for rings – more-so
Her moons can never tether
Tails to secure her,
And yet,
She is not so free,
She twists and bows daily,
And she is neither cold or hot but both,
But if wanting for reason
To her existence I am sure,
S...
Wednesday 27th January 2016 12:50 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Never A Lie, Never A Lie | Migrations To Life | Concentration | D. O. A.......An Ode To The Pathetique! | Salute | Upon Deaf Ears | The Future Harvest |Haunted
Those feelings
The ones that hold you back
Make you want to stop
stay home and hide
they haunt me
You get that sinking feeling
an ache in the pit of your stomach
can’t shake it
leaves you feeling helpless
and hopeless
Memories
that you thought you’d hidden
or dealt with
come flooding back
vivid as if it was just today
haunting you like a ghost
...Tuesday 26th January 2016 7:49 pm
Winter Growing
Winter Growing
Plants in the tunnels
are barely growing
in this cold
I am barely here
In the winter
I fall back on old habits -
headphones, lines of code
the remote stars
I want growth and decay
to pound me awake
need the hot crisis of summer
to pin me to my body
But I have only
these tiny green threads
to tend, and the slight
pull of their becoming,
so vulnerable
tha...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 3:14 pm
Also by Alex Smith:
Dedication |The Melting of the Ice
(This is a re-post of a series of five interconnecting poems, previously blogged as separate poems. The death of my mother last year was preceded by hearing the tone poem Finlandia, by Jean Sibelius, on the radio, and it so completely described how I was feeling that it took me over, and informs the whole series.
As a big nod to Sibelius, I decided to use a loosely-based symphonic structure, so...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 2:32 pm
When Fat Elvis was the King
Beatle mop tops when all you need is love
Rolling Stones not satisfied would ever fade away
In fields of wild strawberry forever hallelujahs ring
In the midnight hour how sweet it was to be loved
Oh yes indeed how sweet it was
LSD purple hearts two a Penny lane
Flower power we made love not war
When fat Elvis was the king
Fashion passion Ray
Really got me ...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 2:32 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:
Never Knowing | Forever | Will It Ever Snow Again |Is Capable to Mar
With your sweet lips,
On which oft
I yearn to plant a kiss,
Slander me not please!
My lodestar
You must know
A drop of gal
The wellspring of honey
Is capable to mar!
Tuesday 26th January 2016 12:36 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
Opted To Escape | Youth | What a dialogue ! | Don't mistake me for a fool |Sleep
Sleep
Melt in slowly, like
cold butter into toast. Or suddenly,
like rain into a smoky black sea.
Detune and let a snowy static overcome.
Shake any polaroids back
to their original beige wash.
Stop asking “am I gone yet?”
for that question answers itself.
Remember, it is and isn’t
like surfing a standing wave,
like dragging a sti...
Tuesday 26th January 2016 3:28 am
Also by Lucas B. Foley:
81 | A Half Moon Gazes | Tiger | The Bud Man |Beige
Once I was of an age
When everything was black or white
When everything and everyone had possibilities
A time when I had not allowed myself
To be screwed or nailed down
By the deception that which all we do
Is set up to make a gain
Where all the fire in my eyes
In my belly never went out
But just changed direction
Where the focus was to grab
To have and to hold
...
Monday 25th January 2016 11:20 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
You and I | Smoke room | The enemy |THE BIRTH
See, hear, my little one.
Your senses tuning finely to Earth’s
Undulating, rhythmic waves of ageless,
Age-old lifeforce
Pulsing lifeless forms to life.
Measured heartbeats drumming out
Life’s message
Through the ether, ever nearer
Farther than the furthest orb
Twinkling its cyclic orbit
Ever onwards
Through the ebony-black, empty-black
Dark.
Forcing: nothing;...
Monday 25th January 2016 1:25 pm
Also by Yvonne Brunton:
Spare The Rod |Man and Dogs
The elderly gentleman approached
with measured steps and conscious carriage
precisely in pace with two golden retrievers
old dogs on slack leads
well-fed sleekly groomed
resigned to their constitutional hour.
They raised their heads at my approach
and one even lifted a hopeful tail.
I stopped. I love dogs.
'May I touch them?' I asked.
'Certainly,' replied the gentlem...
Monday 25th January 2016 12:46 pm
tipping point
I live on
A precipice
Somewhere between
The light
And the dark
The good and the
Bad
And whatever it
Is
Or was
I sought
Seems to be
Hanging
Just
At the end
Of the next
Bottle
Or cul-de-sac
And I'm sure
I can get there
Find it
Make it
Pinch it
With one more
Go
Or drink
Or visit
Or dime
And everything
...Monday 25th January 2016 10:57 am
Mont Blanc #1
Will you buy me that slick pen
so expensive, so beautiful
I wonder will you wrap it
in specially chosen paper
some coastal scene perhaps
engraved with my initials
a pretty choice of inks
will I unwrap it on my birthday, beaming
say ‘thanks so much’ and kiss you
then write hard of my betrayals?
(Jan 2016)
Saturday 23rd January 2016 11:56 pm
Also by Tom:
Singing Along To All Those Torch Songs | Stranger on the Bridge | The Lighthouse |The Pusher
Crazed with worry
Clothed in a bloodless air
Not one body has been found
In the river
Or the lakes
Moving shadow like
On the land
Nor 2
But 85.
85 bodies pedal soft
Conscripted with cold drew
Over 6 years,
Cloaked in the ship canal
And all over
Manchester’s water works
In deafening silence
Kneeling in deep breath
Crossing canal gates
In the Undercroft
Or past...
Saturday 23rd January 2016 7:14 pm
Also by Andy N:
The Heaton Park Tunnel Mystery |The Human Race is a Wonderful Thing it it Not?
D is for determination. Facing obstacles,
And never giving up. If we did would we be here today?
Because of this the human race dances in the light of excellence.
Equality, is when all our brothers and sisters,
No matter the colour of their skin or age,
Are able to walk in the sun as one. This is
What makes the human race shine with excellence.
All the people who hav...
Friday 22nd January 2016 8:31 pm
Also by Sammi:
It's All About the Eyes | Switched | Prophecy | Facade | Prophecy | Words Unspoken | Should I or Shouldn't I? | Just Listen | Reflections | Dark Moon | Looking From the Outside |January
winter
follows me
here
under
the creeping snow
shadows move
with the sound
of yellowed leaves
Friday 22nd January 2016 4:39 pm
Also by A.M. Clarke:
Loss |Strumming Love
Strumming Love
I hold her in my arms like a guitar
Running my hand across her body
Playing with her heart strings
Slowly going up the neck
I begin to strum her lightly
Hearing her beautiful moans
Is music to my ear
Progressing from a ballad to a love song
Strumming love with every chord
And then she whispers softly, "I'm glad that I am yours...."
Friday 22nd January 2016 4:04 pm
Also by Smash Lee:
The Reply | A Natural Disaster | Worlds Apart | The Dying Man | Welcome Home |Nameless
The words halted in my mouth,
my tongue catching on fire.
I ached to tell you of the hate I harbored,
but my heart stumbled.
Where had my courage gone?
You were right, and I was wrong.
And that was where my courage went.
My ego was hurt.
But I moved on, knowing that whatever pride you had left was nothing but shit.
I longed to tell you what a cruel person you had become...
Friday 22nd January 2016 3:43 am
Digital Distraction
The mobile phone is a wonderful thing
Thousands of melodies for when it rings
Which seems to be less and less these days
As it’s more of a gadget for you to play
Candy Crush Saga or update Facebook
Or take it from your pocket for a cursory look
To see if you’ve got any notifications
That you had not noticed through subtle vibrations
It rules the roost, the bane of your...
Thursday 21st January 2016 4:10 pm
Also by Chris Briggs:
On The Edge | Male Bonding |I Am The Scarecrow
I Am The Scarecrow
I am the scarecrow.
Hanging from this wooden frame,
a skeleton of twisted wood
that creaks and groans in protest
at the ravages of age.
The ice cold rain
trickles through my straw flesh
bringing chills to every movement
and dull aches to the knotted joints.
I am the scarecrow.
My sack-cloth head
full of sawdust ideas
that spill fr...
Thursday 21st January 2016 2:13 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
The Dark & The Light | Rich Pictures | HERE THERE BE DEMONS - new CD and Download from THE CROWS OF ALBION |Monsoon winds
I would whisper the wind
to tangle your locks,
to tease your hair into a web
that entraps my thoughts
that entraps my
spoken wishes.
Let your hair be a
tapestry of my words
words traced as your
mouth is traced
while I whisper
those demands of you
I will lure your smile
with those fingered words
and let the Monsoon winds
whisper them back to me.
...
Thursday 21st January 2016 6:43 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
not Bill | p45 | Kill yourself | (untitled) | Hotel |Missing chapters
Have you seen the richest colors come from beyond a picture that is scaled to grey..
Vivid colors erupt in sequences that only you can take in
However..
Yellow..
Was never present
Red was there.. To take its place.
Sinking in, your heart erupts.
Drown out the noises that leave you restless
Black was chilling
You were neutral
Your eyes beautiful
They hide a secret that you will never re...
Thursday 21st January 2016 5:25 am
Also by Abraham Rodriguez:
In her dreams |~
You lay your hands on both sides of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats as your hands cannot bring me close enough to you. We taste one another, realizing we have been starving. We have loved before, but never any that have felt such as this. We've kissed others before, but none that...
Wednesday 20th January 2016 1:22 pm
A view of surprises
Darkly, the mist lowers over to the Swallows and Amazon islands,
Speckling the lake from being whole mass.
Launches stutter their way to jetties at Ashness Bridge,
Humming the moment for cameras and screaming kids.
The mist transpires the green, the glow,
Pierced now by laser sunlight below.
I stand with friends from a height,
As Tino the defiant pit bull, looks aloft at it al...
Tuesday 19th January 2016 10:20 pm
Also by David Addington:
Shattered | Anaesthetic Substitute | Japan love affair 1990 | David Bowie | A box of mini soldiers, some dice and Sean Bean | After the flood in the Lakes | The Long Player | Breaking up is never easy I know, but I have to........... | Just another cover up |Going nuclear
It all rushes
As do waves to a shore
It lingers
As does a lover to her partner
It builds up
As done by carpenter
If an explosion happens and no one is around to hear it did it happen at all
The waves of the blast are absorbed by a protective shell
The shell that keeps all else out
The shell everyone mistakes for strength
When it is mearly an illusion to kee...
Tuesday 19th January 2016 10:47 am
Light within the Dark
Deeper still the path winds on
And deeper still, I become.
Silence is not yet quieted
Darkness, light still flows from.
My soul is stilled in deep motion
That keeps the “night” in light
Fleeing from all fleshly emotion
To reach the Light of midnight.
Knowledge, a light within a dark,
Becomes the goal onto the soul
Yet, knowledge is not the sought
But...
Monday 18th January 2016 8:51 pm
Also by Patrick Rushe:
Hermitage | Reading Poetry | A Winter Garden | Death | The Smile | Tick Tock |Grey Clouds in the Sunrise
Grey clouds in the sunrise,
Like smoke stack residue during the day skies
Its not what it was.
Full moons in the sunset,
Like the beginning of a story or a never ending trite vignette
RIP Marvin Lipofsky
Monday 18th January 2016 5:47 pm
Also by Leorah Rohnaz:
The Snuggle Thief | In The Line of Fire | Poop Poem | I fell in love with a noun |Maria
Maria...
An everlasting desire...pain to the heart,
A poison in disguise or...antidote to life!
Loose your march...one more step ahead and the ocean of lust,
The bloodshed claws of the hungry beasts await!
No more mercy, no more shrieks...
The victory song reigns the forest...and the claws torn!
Maria still proceeds...with all eyes transfixed at her...aching the hearts...
A...
Monday 18th January 2016 12:55 pm
Also by Rims:
Lazy Evening |True Friend
Heyya! I have got a true friend now....
I have analysed human mind,
which is not very much kind.
I got cheated on name of friendship,
which used to get lost like any spaceship.
I started loosing precious trust,
but You showed up like dizzy dust.
Heyya! I have got a true friend now....
When everything was getting wrong,
your noble heart was making me strong.
you helped me to get my ...
Monday 18th January 2016 8:17 am
Also by Ravi Tanna:
Happy New Year |Anthony and Katypatra
I arrive. Quickly turning bedroom from Rome into Alexandria.
Skin up, pop cork to dilute and delight blood with Bollinger.
Determined to mix up a confidence to conquer, my
Goddess summoning up a strip tease of your morality.
“The triple pillar of the world transformed into a strumpet’s fool.”*
Coiling concubine - arabesque around your thighs to
nourish exotic fantasy. Arching p...
Sunday 17th January 2016 7:57 pm
Also by Katy Megan:
Baptism |3:00
My day finally start when she catches my eye. Cracking that smile as she waves hi.
Automatically im lost damn this girls fly. She's smooth poetry in motion man that aint no lie.
How are you doing today the first words that passes over those luscious lips. As she walks up close with that hypnotizing twitch in her hips.
I cant believe its happening again i feel my heart doing flips as it sk...
Sunday 17th January 2016 7:08 pm
Also by Jblaze:
Passion | Tomorrow | Mepte | Nos | Us |Space Sixty Nine
Security cameras
intensely focused.
Red convertible
top gear.
Mystery lady
stunning figure.
Excitable desirable
sexually licenced.
Firm breasts
slimline bodywork.
Always parked
space sixty nine.
Each night
after work.
Young guys
steamy sessions.
She had
them all.
Office Manager
mid forties.
...
Sunday 17th January 2016 4:57 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Pure Panic |Sunday Mc treat!
Sunday's here, it's around already
About to visit Ronald,.. To indulge I'm ready!
A Sausage and egg muffin, that shit I'm Mc' lovin
A salty hash brown will turn my frown upside down
In fact make that two!..
Throw in a breakfast wrap, and a latte- arabica zap!
Hmmm happy Stu through and through!!
Stu.Burton'16
Sunday 17th January 2016 9:43 am
Also by Stu Burton:
Empathy | Beauty | Making a start | Our Lives | Just to get it out there... | My take on words of wisdom. | My Everything... |Christmas and New Year
and I would call you from the Knights templar tower 2am
Took to the holy well down in the Munster Republic
When i landed there was a rainbow so
Childers road Christmas prospects Nearly crying leaving Ireland
Going for the party on the Irish sea it's called The Ulysses
Feel to get pissed Blooms bar gone crazy
Watching the lights of Dublin dissappear one of the sadest encount...
Saturday 16th January 2016 3:33 pm
IT WAS 50 YEARS AGO TODAY
Hi Folks, here is the official blurb for the upcoming 60s exhibition we will be taking part in. The basic working plan is for two WoL poets to be present each Saturday afternoon from 4-5 PM, reading poems inspired by the paintings on display. On course, that hour could be used for other poetic activities (workshops, 'happenings' and so on.):
“IT WAS 50 YEARS AGO TODAY”
6 Stockport ...
Saturday 16th January 2016 12:50 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:
January 2016 Collage Poem: The End of the World |A poem for Ashraf Fayadh
Saudi courts, your rule of fear is finished
- the sentence on this poet negates your faith.
Your hollow incantation "God Is Great"
is plainly false if God can be diminished
by lines of verse. Should murder be admonished
to Ashraf Fayadh, forevermore his fate
will hold as evidence that you're afraid
of poetry. Frankly I'm astonished:
astonished that a land so steeped in culture,
in li...
Friday 15th January 2016 5:57 pm
Also by Tim Ellis:
God The Banana on Harrogate Alternative Radio |Is it
Is it a sin to lie back and enjoy a daiquiri
Clubbing in style, while homeless people shiver
Warmth fading from bones which haven't laid back
On downy silk, hand embroidered sheets, monogrammed
Ever
Watching worlds crumble on television sets
Better you than I.
Thursday 14th January 2016 5:35 pm
the forest of forgiveness
I beseech you, let me sleep within
To gain that peace of mind so craved
I’m told that I am ill behaved
So please cleanse my dreadful sin
I may not be so well deserved
Of all the magic permeating
Among those branches, speculating
Upon my mind, a wish unearned
May I hear the wind that flows
Through the boughs and leaves of trees?
The wind grows wise as gentle breeze
Reaches ears ...
Thursday 14th January 2016 11:31 am
Also by Daniel Wardak:
Eat your own heart out. |Beast
Let the Beast
devour your soul,
Let it make
your body feel whole.
We all know
that first breath,
is a disastrous
leap towards death.
Now you won't stop.
It's an addiction,
a must,
a craving,
a lust.
Turn back
from the demon within
before the mutation kicks in.
Thursday 14th January 2016 6:21 am
Also by Summit Parcell:
Cannibal |More Than Skin Deep
More Than Skin Deep
Dropping things
Losing things
Forgetting things
Like normal except
Now I have something else to acknowledge
For failing and not being able to figure
Out how to set things right again
As if they were
Ever
Right, I mean
Or if “spellcheck” knows what language
I think in
Live in
Write in
How does someone decide
To fight for someth...
Wednesday 13th January 2016 3:50 pm
There Are No Words?
There Are No Words?
For David Bowie; words by David Bowie; arrangement by RS.
Part I
Didn't know what time it was
the lights were low
News had just come over
Where the fuck did Monday go?
I can hear the nation cry
Where are we now?
Where are we now?
The moment you know
you know
you know
Battle cries and champagne just in time for sunrise
Clutches of sad...
Wednesday 13th January 2016 2:18 pm
Glimpse of Doom
The Middle-World,
consumed by strife,
and ice.
Brothers defile sisters,
fathers murder sons,
the Great Winter,
spares no one.
Bonds burst,
and hatred,
poisons his mind.
The Sly One,
slips free from his,
sorrowful bonds.
Revenge he will seek.
Blood he will spill.
The Wolf runs free,
the Nine Worlds sundered.
The Great-Devourer,
born from Deceit and Anger,
shall consume existe...
Wednesday 13th January 2016 1:49 am
Also by Lopt the Treacherous:
Thrym's Demise |Ellie
Dog, with one dark and one milk chocolate ear,
You come to me, seeking attention and offering love
And paws that scoop the Earth, and a wet nose
That leads you into trouble, often as not.
Runt of the pack, you trot along to rear in walkies,
Happy sniffing your own furrow and
Savouring simple pleasures, tail a windmill,
Your arse plastered with mud.
What was Parson Russell thinking
Whe...
Tuesday 12th January 2016 9:02 pm
Also by STEVE RUDD:
Still Beautiful |On the death of David Bowie (By Emma/written in 2 minutes when I woke up!)
So I hear from you all that he has died,
the man that touched so many lives.
He has not left you in your heart,
now it's time to do your part,
keep his music alive through the dark.
His shining light will never depart.
He left a legacy to show,
his wishes for those who know.
Never let your creativity die,
From the starman waiting in the sky.
Tuesday 12th January 2016 9:38 am
Wanderer
Wanderer
Homes deserted
Destroyed by power and prejudice
The blood encrusted brick and concrete dust,
The remains of living, of hope
A memory now
Replaced by pain and hunger
While legs worn and weary,
On shoes broken by endless footsteps
Camp in a pulverized arena
Undefeated,
The donated blanket,
The small gifts of living, a hope
A future, I wander, I wander
...Monday 11th January 2016 7:00 pm
Rebel Rebel
January 10 2016 changes unforeseen
The thin white duke has gone and been
The jean genie had sound and vision
All the young dudes jump they say
Oh you pretty things loving the alien
We could be heroes and diamond dogs
Let's dance to modern love with a china girl
A drive in Saturday for a life on Mars
Ziggy stardust and the spiders playing mean guitars
Boys keep swinging ...
Monday 11th January 2016 3:22 pm
To keep up...
Generations and ever changing plains,
No matter how well you think you know the world,
You ain't cool to someone who redefines cool each-time.
You're in best form now, but feels like you're going cold.
Stupidity races extremes, races end stupidly
World losses are a never changing trend,
Today hit, and tomorrow bent,
Chances, you just can't take, love, cook it up or eat half baked.
Even...
Monday 11th January 2016 10:53 am
A visitor
A visitor
(Arthur Mee’s England: Gloucestershire; 1939)
A book arrived yesterday
- a visitor from the last century
Visiting our modern-times day.
Carries news and views
But no photographs or maps.
Tells us all about
The places
And the faces
Of the people
Who went there.
But most of all of everything
It brings the smoke
Of years gone by -
An incense offering to the gods.
Sunday 10th January 2016 3:01 pm
Young and wrinkly
Young and wrinkly
You are not getting old
But numerically you've advanced
No, you're not getting old
You're just chronologically enhanced.
You are not growing up
But of this much I am sure
To avoid growing up
We must become more immature.
We must dance until our joints creak
And sing until we can't speak,
Laugh until our lungs ache
And love until ...
Sunday 10th January 2016 10:23 am
In your memory
I no longer recall the time we spent together,
yet my heart pines for your presence,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.
I no longer can feel the warmth of your hand ruffel my hair,
yet the flashes of our play still warm my heart,
I wish I told you how much I love you and miss you.
I no longer fear crosssing a road on my own,
yet insecurities of daily life trouble me wit...
Sunday 10th January 2016 7:51 am
the sounds of the night
I hear the sound of thunder
yet it is not raining
I hear the sound of shouting
yet it is not for joy
I hear the sound of bells ringing
yet it is not from the church
I hear the sound of desperate prayers
yet it is not Sunday
I hear the sound of rushing footsteps
yet they are not here to save me
they are here to take me.
Saturday 9th January 2016 4:57 pm
Bit, Healed, Itchy not Bleeding
It bit
It healed
It's itchy not bleeding.
You fought
You yield
Your desperate
And pleading.
"Goodness my boy! you’re wrapped up in trouble!
Let me tend to that wound, take a knee by this rubble."
So you angled your limb and you opened your mind,
To a man who seemed simple, and honest,
And kind.
"It doesn’t hurt much but it itches instead,
Inconvenienced, anno...
Thursday 7th January 2016 1:16 pm
The Gone World Gone (Poem for a Dead Man)
Childhoods end suddenly nears...
As whispered through a vampire's ear
The blood dries and cracks in the veins
Sucked out by fangs
To reveal secret screenings of teenage dances
And Salvation Army warehouses
An iron mask on my heart
Keeping out the sepulchral reality of time
Fractured beyond any hope for repair
Memories of the gone world wreaks havoc
Weeps deep down through the willo...
Thursday 7th January 2016 4:38 am
Also by David Staruh:
Shakti | Skeletal Blues | Liquid Hell | Skeletal Mini Blind Panorama (An Evening as Whispered Through A Vampire's Ear) |A Lifetime Of Nights In A Welsh Town
Asleep beneath a sodium tongue,
Damp synthetic fire-licked stone,
Fake stone,
Hand made stone,
Carpeting ugly and commodious city streets,
Voices of young men,
Smoke filled lungs and wide wild eyes,
Sanguine chatter-boxes,
Impatiently idea making,
Dreaming, cold-air-breathing, nights on end without closed eyes,
Hearts open,
Some happy numbness in the fingers and toes,
All may rest ...
Wednesday 6th January 2016 11:56 pm
Also by Matthew Jones:
The Rational Animal | A Winter's Walk In The Park |Each Day
Living in fear
and doubtingthe unknown
Drowning sorrow
and focusing on what could go wrong.
No optimism
and no faith
in what lies ahead
We create problems in our minds
While focusing on the outcome.
Each day as we progress,
we get closer to our dreams,
but being stagnant with our efforts,
we will never succeed.
Live each day
as if its your last,
but tak...
Wednesday 6th January 2016 9:02 pm
Fair?
no time can pass by
no time can see my closed eyes
no time will pass, my days will cry
it is not why I keep them live
it is not why I cry for them
they diserve more
no justice will be given to them
I will not rest until it is fair.
but how come we breathe
how come they have our guns to their heads.
they do not rest to show their worth,
we judge and blame
I ...
Tuesday 5th January 2016 11:35 pm
First posting
Was feeling emotionl and wrote this, it felt good.
London
When your thoughts run away with you,
The thoughts of what could have been run from you,
Regrets, false memories just out of reach,
The power of imagination is pain,
The power of emotion pushed us to change.
Tuesday 5th January 2016 10:50 pm
Blurred as Smoke
Light me up and put me in your mouth,
Inhale it all till everything goes south,
A pack today and two more tomorrow,
Try to use me to kill away your sorrow,
In return I take your lungs away,
And wait till you’re dependent on me to sway,
I’ll turn your life around and be there till the end,
Until you yourself can never mend,
Against you I’ll turn your friends,...
Tuesday 5th January 2016 12:09 pm
Too Old
I know I’m too old for you
With your wild, blazing eyes
And swishing hips.
Too old for you
Despite what your friend says
Who sits next to you.
I know you’re too wild for me
As you dance across the clouds
And I walk in the shadows.
You paint the town
All colours of the rainbow
While I often struggle
To stay on my feet in the ice.
You a...
Sunday 3rd January 2016 6:59 pm
HAPPY NEW YEAR
Go home
leave the flock
You better get
on your knees
and pray
before twelve
o clock
Tell Jah
his love and
protection
with all his
blessings
please dont stop
A hand full of
corn on the
mountain top
Im cool
but keep
babylon hot
bring this
NEW YEAR in
with a pop
let the righteous
ball drop ...King Zion
Sunday 3rd January 2016 1:00 am
Octolunes
FOR FREDA OCTOLUNES
(see discussion thread)
A MAIDEN`S PLEA.
Moon, oh, moon,
Oh, Lady moon, this night,
From the cool serenenes of your height
Grant to me
An irresistibly white
Enchanting witchery,
(Most lovelily)
In the silent shedding of your light.
THE FELLERS PLEA
Moon, listen
I want to ask a favour:
when we start kissin`
Give me lips some flavour,
And don`t...
Saturday 2nd January 2016 3:37 pm
missing you
the days have passed by without listening to your voice.
the days have passed by without watching you smile.
even in this unfaithful world i think of you
and that someday you'l accept my love.
i don't have the courage to tell you that your smile
lights up my day and that your eyes just mesmerize me.
i see you have moved on in this world but i still stand
at the place you left us.the dreams ...
Friday 1st January 2016 8:24 pm
Also by kartikeya:
missing you |Fishy Things
Left alone in the middle of street;
Far away there are no people to greet.
Thrown apart from the woods of sorrow;
Step in, being part of getting borrowed.
Ever found love is what family gave;
Others showered , to end up in the cave .
Family is the defination of being free;
If lost, follow the root getting to tree.
Messed up things can never be solved ;
Unless you move on, apart fr...
Friday 1st January 2016 8:31 am
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