104. Poem
There're people who are good
Good for everyone, you and me
Their presence is a great blessing
Helping and giving to those living
There're people who are bad
Bad to everyone, you and me
Their presence is the biggest Bane
Vindictive and filled with hate even to those dead
There are people who pretend
Pretending to be good to you and me
Their presence...
Monday 31st January 2022 10:34 pm
Also by Sunshine:
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Monday 31st January 2022 8:46 pm
Also by julie callaghan:
Misty Grey | White Furore | Little Jenny Wren | Calm After The Storm | The Big Garden Birdwatch | Day Two Of Isolation | Covid Blues | Watercolour | #Partygate | Winter Butterfly | It’s A Small World | First Wordle | Meatloaf RIP | Show Off | Mesmerising And Heavenly | Crisp Winters Day | Leighton Moss | PoemADay19 | Full Moon | Wolf Moon | Inquisitive And Still | Winter Sunset | Golden Morning Light | January Morning | Winter Sunrise | January Rainbow | Hamish The Highland Cow | On Thin Ice | PoemADay5 | Morning Sun | It’s Not My Party | Great Britain Pt2 | Great Britain | Wild Birds | Low Mist | Cold And Old | Dark Knight Mystery (pt3) | Cyril The Squirrel | Dark Knight Mystery (part 2) | Dark Knight Mystery | Elegant And Graceful | January Blues, Today’s News | Todays Trip | New Year Wish |night physics III (1/31/22)
yep it's about that time
as I look to my watch
it's me. I am 5 years old
Sick again on my birthday.
Always sick on my birthday
the dulled flavor of strawberry shortcake still rests on my tired grin.
mom got me the knights I wanted, the ones from the dollar store
so many of them and you can switch their arms with each other
you can give this one more armor
good; he needs...
Monday 31st January 2022 5:31 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
night physics II (01/07/22) |Only Champions Combat Here
Two tennis trojans
clash fighting continuously
rackets point direction
mental physical strength
five hour marathon
breaking tactical serve
line of fire
champions equally matched
lifting Open Trophy
true grit was
the only call.
Monday 31st January 2022 4:47 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Open Mic | Caught in The Act |Bee Strike
Monday 31st January 2022 12:46 pm
Also by d.knape:
The Thing You Are Looking For | Taking Tests | Cat's Company | Lot For Sale | Breeds Of Poets | Rest In Peace | Pondering | Followed By Cop | Compatible Companions | Drive-Thru Vax | The Sky Theater | Daylight Dreams | The Leaf Blowers | Red Light | Persistent Living | Daytime Moon | The Two Of Us | Government Guidelines For Eating Roast | Seasons | Short Leash | Death Of A Cricket | Castoffs | Catepillars | Old Wooden Houses | Following A Creek | Pshaw | Non-Renewable Energy | Feeding Sparrows | Thunder & Ghosts | Mirror |SHE USED TO DREAM OF BETTER THINGS
The I, me, pajama striped shirted,
Ignorant, stand alone, shout-out nutcase,
nonsensical words blurted,
staggered with burp and belch
under caustic breath;
ale breath, shot breath.
He gives a show of
none stick comedy,
and imperfectly performed
puerile knobbery.
“Huh! Huh!”
Pint, betting slip, kebab
“What’s that? Yea,
I'll be home soon, Bab”
Tells her t...
Monday 31st January 2022 10:37 am
Also by Marc Hawkins:
LADY WALKING | CUTS |Wheeled luggage
I smoke and watch her
pack.
The taxi waits.
Then like a premonition
I have a mirrored memory
of her departure-
the scent of her
washed skin-
recalling the
ins and outs of our arguments...
She's smiling as she
leaves the echo of
our space.
She's laughing as we fail
to finish yet another argument...
I pick through the remains
of the accusations
th...
Monday 31st January 2022 10:04 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Time to decide | After the nearly before | "Taking the knee"? | Waiting for our Mum |Heaven in hell
I thank thee my Rabb
For creating a heaven for me in this hell
A respite within the flames to feel and breathe
Protection from everything evil and dark ugly
I thank thee my Rabb
For this little haven in the form of heaven
Perfectly build for me despite all the darkness
Life has become easy, joyful and happy for me
I thank thee my Rabb
For all the angels arou...
Monday 31st January 2022 2:04 am
Also by Ghazala lari:
Feelings | A scene from Science Fiction movie | Will I ever know? | New Beginnings | I Trust Thee | World peace | Aazaad Titli | With every fall, my soul did rise!!! |The Wall of Life
In life we build our special walls
Behind which we choose to hide.
It makes us feel safe and secure,
And it keeps us all dignified.
It shelters us from all the world,
And it makes us feel respected.
But this wall can be knocked down,
Which is often unexpected.
And if your wall is now destroyed,
You may now feel quite exposed.
And others may then stare and laugh,
And your faults beco...
Sunday 30th January 2022 2:33 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:
Justice | Bowls |A POX UPON THIS PARADOX
In my long lifetime, I've witnessed the appearance of the self-contratulatory, virtue-signalling mode
of behaviour that would persuade us that "nowadays" is to be admired and emulated if we are to be
considered good and worthy human beings. We are lectured and preached to about our obligations
and duties towards the world and its dog, while,closer to home, things occur that give the li...
Sunday 30th January 2022 2:24 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
QUESTION? | FINAL CURTAIN? WORDS FOR AN INTERMENT | IT'S JUNE IN JANUARY | ACTIVIST | TODAY'S "CONTRACEPTIVE"? | QUESTION |Shard
Scribbled on a memory stick
or potted like a plant:
I am bedazzled, ragged,
dazed, by the sun's romance.
Sunlight slants in sideways
disturbing summer's sleep
dust motes gleam in the sunbeams,
keep the primal screams at bay.
Sun seeps into splintered shards
recollections form into sharpened swords
while meaning schemes
to split the scene
I try hard.to focus on what appears -
or ...
Sunday 30th January 2022 12:31 am
Also by John E Marks:
The sign of the cross | Charlie | Alchemy | Synaesthesia | A Sufi Saint contemplates his imminent dissolution | CONQUEST | No woman is an island | Raindrop | Winter tree | Popocatépetl | Beloved City | O! hear the silence now | The Wild | And so she goes | Taliesin | Savant syndrome | St Sophia's cathedral, Constantinople | On the edge of the world |First Meetings.
Tucked behind a corner booth table I caught a glimpse of a lonely shadow lingering in a vacant corner. Immediately my attention was drawn to an unfamiliar face with a tortured sort of composure. Had I not found the courage to recite a friendly greeting an opportunity would have been missed.
I sat with my back against the wall, the taste of stale coffee on my tongue
My thoughts ran back and ...
Saturday 29th January 2022 11:51 pm
Also by Jordyn Elizabeth:
This one is for You. | The Cowboy | Wild Woman (6.) | Escape | Wild Woman (5.) | Dear Alice | Wild Woman (4.) |'Mere suffering exists,but no sufferer is found;
'The deeds are,but no doer is found'
: Buddhagosa
Saturday 29th January 2022 6:18 pm
Also by Grant Leonard Aspinall:
A Perfect rose | Diamond Moon | Eternal Full Moon | Ca Ira | Dolphin Moon | Success | Our Precious Cat | Barricade |The Turbulent Sea
The Turbulent Sea
It began when the moon
Poured its light onto a still ocean
Stirring the waves
Commanding they rush to the shore
Pushing and tumbling over stones
Drenching the shingle, the beach
Coating and soaking every coarse grain of sand
Then suddenly, pulling sharply backwards,
Dragging all beneath the bubbling, frothing waters
Turning, twisting, tumbling
...Saturday 29th January 2022 4:29 pm
Also by Brenda Wells:
Winter | Silence | Nostalgia | By the Light of the Wolf Moon | New Year's Day Tanka |The Day Bobby Kennedy Died
I was watching television when Bobby Kennedy died
I was only twelve years old
But old enough to cry
I ran out into the garden somewhere
And quietly said a prayer
But that didn’t seem to matter,
because Bobby Kennedy died
I was kind of upset that no one was listening
I just wish they’d answered my prayers
I remember going to bed that night
dragging my feet on the...
Saturday 29th January 2022 2:54 pm
Also by Steve Higgins:
Like my Mother Used to Make |Lemur Incident
Swift and graceful lemurs
occupy the canopy.
So swift, so beautiful
feet don't touch the ground.
Swift, graceful, beautiful
abreeze through treetops
too many to count. Here's one
-but wait-
for whatever reason
the accustomed leap
now second nature
still breathtakingly acrobatic
fails.
He has lost his grip. It happens.
The back-up branch snaps off in his hand
here's a real pro...
Saturday 29th January 2022 1:17 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Begin Halfway, End Up At The Start | Song For The Chorus | PARALLEL LIVES | From The Horse's Mouth | Mould On A Pristine Universe | Recognition | Unfinished |In the eye of the storm.
A church stood high on a cliff top
Far above the tumultuous sea.
It was a stormy night,
As the vicar fought the violent gale,
To reach his night-time ceremony.
He foresaw a depleted congregation
On such a tempestuous night,
But turning on the bright church lights
No parishioners could he see.
They clearly preferred to worship
Vicariously.
The vicar presse...
Saturday 29th January 2022 9:11 am
Also by John Botterill:
Dubious Flowers | Bubbles of the Mind | Life as a Treasure Hunt | Nobody Told Me | Your Car's Too Wide | Thanks Buddy | Poetic Licence |Home
HOME
So close yet so far
Six hours in the car
Memories
Pasties
Miles and Miles
One day, we will be reunited
Until then,
unrequited.
Saturday 29th January 2022 8:21 am
Also by A. Louise:
Jigsaw |The Tide Is Changing
The Tide is Turning
The news that is broken
When you know someone has to leave
Is hard to hear
But waiting for them to leave
When the news is understood
Is harder
Reminding ourselves that the person who we care about
Is not going on a one way trip to the moon
And knowing we will see them again
Provides some comfort
But does not fully take away the st...
Saturday 29th January 2022 7:44 am
Also by Rasa Kabaila:
Two Women | Mend me | Covid Blues |BOATS CARRYING THE IMMIGRANTS
escaping wars their bodies washing to shore
from the deep sea, I hear a cry
bubbling through with agony
bodies washing to shore, one by one
drowned baby in mother's arm
held on tight as she swallowed her last breath
walking the beach on shells when I was young
where I found sanctuary
crash of waves my melody
now, only corpses beneath my feet
human remains, walru...
Friday 28th January 2022 7:56 pm
Also by Ziba Mahdavi:
SOLDIERS OF MERCY | A Misplaced World |The land of total rhubarb
Welcome to the sunlit uplands
of total rhubarb, England's
fastest growing cash crop.
(Too bad there's no one left to pick it).
Fertilised by inverted pyramids
of piffle, or should that be
de Pfeffel? Where Afghan hounds
matter more than Afghans.
And talking of animals, did even
the Cheshire Cat wear
such a self-satisfied smirk?
As tourists flock to ...
Friday 28th January 2022 8:31 am
Also by Greg Freeman:
The end of the line | Drizzle | 'Go, go, go'! | 1963 | There's a dinosaur in the bath |Hope
I wasn’t there
And can’t imagine
The fear the death, the hopeless crowding
The sick the dying the poor the crying
The black abyss that swallowed all
The world aghast the smoke, the pall
Just writing this it makes me sick
At mankind’s filth, at mankind’s tricks.
No more, forever, we must avert
We must be vigilant we must be alert
But slips unseen ...
Thursday 27th January 2022 10:45 pm
Also by Edbreathe:
thE 200,000 | Amen | sea GIrL | close | Cort | CHasm |Siren
There was a certain lure
of idleness
Within waves
of her golden hair
A tranquil haven to escape
From the worldly normal fayre
Her eyes
were hidden treasures
Of ruby & emerald glimmer
Her skin sparkled
like frosty morns
Under moonlit silvery shimmers
As I dived into
her ocean deep
She drowned me in delight
Then sang a lament
old & true
...Thursday 27th January 2022 10:29 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:
The Witches Glee | Calliope | Awaiting Bliss | Twilight's Caress | Mr Rhubarb | How It Should Bee... | The Tramp | If Ever I Fall |Life
Exiled in a foreign land
Sentenced to never leave
Afraid I took a stand
To fight my urge to grieve
I tied my faith to my hands
Afraid I walked asleep
Blind my feet brushed a sand
The first hope and leap
I thought it was the end
I know where to see
A view that never bends
A key to something new
To the night the only light
Can’t be b...
Thursday 27th January 2022 9:52 pm
Men Confusion
My world has come to an end.
Co-dependent like a child to a Dad
Losing my sexuality through men-o-pause
Obliterate me with your gaze
but don’t try to command my soul
the one I thought was the one
is the only love who’s been the truth
but I have fucked him over with my ego.
I let myself go but you were just the same
The dark haired, mum fuck that you have
Not reco...
Thursday 27th January 2022 6:35 pm
Cathedrals
Some clergy we know won’t leave cathedrals.
Why should they? There they have all that they need:
Pomp, faith and power over life and death.
The ones who do venture out discover
A mess of a world, with stammering crowds,
Stricken women who curse when buying bread,
The rich, first in line for absolution.
Yet they negotiate the obstacles,
Jump the barriers, take rough stu...
Thursday 27th January 2022 5:31 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:
Fox | Art | Sheds | Tightrope | Power | Train | Strange Times | She danced |Belly of the Beast
I'm in the belly of the beast
Think as thin
I did not mean
But I did it again
I wander around this stinking place
With a great look of astonishment on my face
I dash from here
And hide over there
Fully aware there is a lurking bear
I try to silence
My chattering teeth
When all of a sudden
Screams
Screams from the deep
Peering inside
...Thursday 27th January 2022 4:46 pm
Also by Are Kay:
My Siren |GAME THEORY
I was 10 years old the last time.
I didn’t understand but my mam and dad were terrified.
It was Game Theory played out to perfection by the Kennedy brothers and, less commonly acknowledged, by Nikita Khrushchev.
At any rate, history records it as a “game”. If the outcome had been different perhaps it would not be viewed as such – if, indeed, there were any of us left to have “history”.
...Wednesday 26th January 2022 7:47 pm
Also by John Coopey:
ON A WINNER | SLIGHTLY DEAD | SOME LIKE IT COLD | CORKSCREWS | WHO'S SORRY NOW? | YER DYSON AIRBLADE | IN THE BLEAK MID-WINTER | YOUNG GIRL | "LIFE'S A BITCH" | THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD | BABIES | WHAT’S APPENED’ |Till the end of the line
I have entered this new chapter of my life,
But it feels like the past is not so far behind.
I wish you were here to see the person who I have become today,
I wish you were here to tell me that it was going to be okay.
From seeing each other almost everyday,
To not having spoken to each other for over a year seems like hell.
I wish you were here to get me out of this mess,
...Wednesday 26th January 2022 5:33 pm
About life
This that happened
Nothing to say
What I am actually thinking
My words may sway
It’s like a tide one can surf
Life’s opportunities make you tough
You may have done all wrongs
But to do legit you have all long
Not the whole book, It’s just a page
True freedom of thoughts, breaks the cage
Do what you love, take on your hobby
Not made for 9-to-5, you may be
Milleni...
Wednesday 26th January 2022 1:30 pm
a winter haiku
Wednesday 26th January 2022 1:37 am
Also by Lauren Em:
Beautiful | Narcissism | Insomnia |Covert
The constriction is covert,
the strings are made of silk:
it's attrition by stealth.
The letters from prison,
penned by unreason
in the syntax of petulance,
unfurl the frustration
over the failure
of the fabled
to materialize in
the realm of the real.
And the dullness
promised in a hiss
one can play deaf to
no more, gently seeps
into v...
Wednesday 26th January 2022 12:06 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:
Narratives | Crumbling | Anew | Disregarded | Undoing | Transubstantiation |Dame Luz, o Dios
Ayudame, hermana, he me caído!
Help me, sister, I have fallen.
I, Willow, have called you, O Scissortail,
You and your harem.
Graze off the pests that swarm upon me.
How I love you!
You go about your business, demand nothing of me.
Help my sister too. She has fallen beside me.
Her limbs are broken and scattered.
Her old skin, ripped open, peels from ivory bones.
Yet see how still she c...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 7:52 pm
To be in love
To simply love someone does not compair to being in love with someone.
loving someone is an action, a choice one can make for themselfs. this alone can not be simply relied apon.
Being in love with someone is all consuming and will swallow you whole. It does not ask for reason and is all someone could need.
Loving someone is a choice, a switch that can be controlled. Loving is giving the ...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 12:00 pm
Also by kimberley anne swindle:
The recipe for a love cake | If soul mates do exist. |808s over heartbreaks
Can I just fizzle away into the 808s
And fuck the heartbreaks
That ensnared me into your trap
Like the music I thought you were.
I hit replay, replay, replay
Just to feel the reverb jumpstart my chest again.
You never made my ears cry like the melodies did anyways.
Tuesday 25th January 2022 6:09 am
Also by M3RK:
Schrodinger's Felines | crosses | finders, keepers | Where gods go to die | Erosion |A creek by dead cabins
One day he will follow her to the sea
By way of creek breaking through cold pine root
Through stone and sand, through outstretched hand
Through this silent land he laps languidly
Rushes relentless, rests in pools, rolling blue jewels
To the sea, on to the endless sea, meet her at the shore
The salt and the roar, the recession of wave and water
Starlight's son and daughter, mingling in the t...
Tuesday 25th January 2022 12:18 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:
Apis | Sugartree | Standing in a shaft of light |Morning Air
Tranquilly awoken by the chirping of robins
The sun narrowly gleaming over the hazy horizon
Fresh dew providing my senses with clarity as this new dawn arrises
Appreciating the rush of crisp air as it permeates throughout the room
Whilst also savoring the warmth of the quilts and the comfort of my lover
As yesterdays troubles fade in the sunlight
I have awoken to begin anew
...Monday 24th January 2022 11:32 pm
Also by Cody Roach:
Book of Life | Tidings | Portrait | Blood Sport | Lioness | An oasis of love |windmills
windmills
the old windmills
in Spain, slowly turning
large cloth blades
turning and grinding
ancient grains of the past
lined up in a row on a hillside
waiting for Don Quixote
to mistake them for giants
with his sidekick Sancho
he attacked them
only to get his lance
caught in the canvas blades
thought he had been tricked
by an evil...
Monday 24th January 2022 9:48 pm
4 Endings
(4)
Stepping over the fence
you both almost catch your legs
on thistles inbetween the bricks
unaware worse was yet to come.
(3)
Listening to the winds applause
you almost bow to them
almost like they were evading
the devil's staircase too
(2)
Burning the negatives
her recklnessness haunted him
all the way home
into the arms of strangers.
(1)
Visting each other graves
...
Monday 24th January 2022 7:02 pm
Also by Andy N:
Three x Winter Haiku |Phantom Florida Winter
Your breath white like steam gently
hangs in sway
Cloaked in novelty, it's now a
winter game
A puff from your chest out
of your mouth
A picture you paint when cold
air allows
Squirrels pitter-patter, a chase
in the trees
A distant garbage truck booms,
bangs and squeaks
Sun crawls higher reflecting
off your brow
The...
Monday 24th January 2022 6:08 pm
Who said drainage was boring?
mains and laterals neatly planned
herringbone pattern or even fanned
salt-glazed carriers carrying shit
simple land drains topped with grit
clay tiles in the farmer’s soil
sometimes flexi wavy coil
porous concrete or perforated
the flow of water calculated
twin wall pipes, long radius bends
junctions, our useful friends
rodding eyes, a socket plug
open drains, just shallow dug
Monday 24th January 2022 5:40 pm
Angelie 🕊
A new angel joined the ranks in heaven above,
Never imagined attending your funeral and sending you off with doves.
Gone but our memories of you will live on,
Ever present in all our hearts where you belong.
Loved by many and we are all struggling with this loss,
In the next life we shall reunite, when it’s my time to cross.
Everyday we will get to...
Monday 24th January 2022 1:53 pm
Also by Your Royal Poetess:
Crystal |Awaiting Freedom
I seek myself
Fighting demons in my head
I fight a battle daily in my head
These voices in me try to bring me down
Saying I'm not good enough
My chest aches
As though a stone presses on me
My lungs gasp with stifling air
Feeling short of breath
I suffocate with my head barely above water
As much I may try to avoid it
It always finds me in the quiet
Robbing me of...
Monday 24th January 2022 8:18 am
Also by Nawadita Janice Philip:
Breaking The Silence | Words |Mt Mataba Battlefield Hike
Mt Mataba Battlefield Hike
I did my first 2022 hike up Mt Mataba. I had previously planned to go to Clark area and see some battle sites up there but it was cancelled due to CCP Virus restrictions. Maybe next month instead. I took one of the front paths up Mt Mataba. I wanted to see the Japanese field hospital tunnel again and photograph it. On the way up Mt Mataba I met a hiking party the...
Monday 24th January 2022 6:43 am
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:
An Awful Harvest |Sacrifice
Sacrifice
Readable from her eyes,
Even when she cries.
Possible all lies.
So much love to give
The only reason to live.
How shall she prove
The sacrifice?
She has so much to lose
Every mountain she would move.
Her Sacrifice is the risk she takes.
All her rules and priorities she breaks
To give and give and give
So you can live and live and live.
Some call...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 10:45 pm
The Road of Trust
The road of Trust
Dalan Jahan
Don't give me
Tantamount word
Earlier thats you given a Red bird...
Dont give me similer land
That's you digging for water
in past and past..
Dont give me this colour
Which colour is used to Delete
your rainfall forest.....
Give me a new and new
Give me truth and truth birth
Give me road and road
The road of Trust....
Dalan Jahan
B...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 8:10 pm
BROTHERS
We arrive in Dolgelley
the sun still rides the late peaks
and our day will soon be over.
We ascend to the top floor
of a grey terrace pub
with its utility wardrobe whose door
cannot be closed.
A late light informs the lace curtains
with its bleak projection.
My brother's saddlebag has landed on the floor;
soon he will light a disgusting Falcon pipe,
...Sunday 23rd January 2022 1:20 pm
Also by ray pool:
TAWDRY AUDREY | PUPPY LOVE |Fluffy Snow
Fluffy Snow by William McKechnie is available from most media platforms.
Originially a poem turned into a song
Sunday 23rd January 2022 12:58 pm
I am Human
Its survival of the fittest
They attack me in the heart space
Because they envy
How much this heart of mine can take
As I contine to move foward
You would never know
That I was heart broken
You could never walk in my shoes
I fixed myself with the love of the ancestors
This is the heart of the Lion
The intelligence of the Owl
The body of the Goddess
The covering ...
Sunday 23rd January 2022 2:12 am
Lamb Poem
Regardless of those who seek to destroy searching spirits
my Jesus is different he laughs with me
I don't even ponder about His human incarnation
I want the Spirit I need the Spirit
Jesus is the Spirit of the world
and when He said 'so in everything, do to others
what you would have them do to you'
He gave us the Keys to free ourselves
the plans f...
Saturday 22nd January 2022 6:32 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:
One King | For The Great Mover |
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