THE HOUSE OF USHER
The House of Usher is up for sale
with a casket of secrets
and a built in tale.
Family histories tainted, unclean
bursting to be told
by those unseen.
The House of Usher increased in price
when it turned its back on Paradise,
with skeletons in cupboards
and other artefacts,
like unspeakable things in sacks.
The trees in the garden, weighed down in sorrow
...Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:49 pm
Also by ray pool:
THE HOLY GHOST | HUNTER'S MOON | CONFLICTING INTERESTS | DANSE MACABRE | BENJAMIN BRITTEN | BENJAMIN BRITTEN | ROYAL DISAPPOINTMENT | CRUCIFIXION | YORKSHIRE BREW | WHERE I LIVE | FUNCTION ROOM | FOOD CULTURE | EPITAPH | SIMPLE FARE |If only poetry burned calories
One of my favourite ways of passing the time
Is chasing imagery and hunting down rhyme,
But as this takes place inside my head
It’s not enough, or so my doctor’s said.
Poetry feeds my brain and soothes my soul
But it doesn’t help much towards my fitness goals.
If only flexing words could take inches off my thighs!
If only shaping verses was more than mental exercise!
T...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 10:19 pm
Also by Becky Who:
Intertextual protest | The music is calling | My Wedding Day | Old anger | Poetic insomnia | Insomnia | Sunday evening teacher blues | Class warfare | Why the hell did I agree to this |The Royal Mint rides again!
Production’s stopped at JLR
the workforce isn’t making cars
the order book is looking thin
for Landrovers and Jaguars
but we’ve got stale bread and circuses
hip hip replacement hip hoorah
you can buy a rusted Ford Cortina now and point it at the exit
we’re gonna get a special 50p for Brexit!
Calm down dear, don’t make a fuss
that simply wouldn’t do
those whopping great lies on a bus
w...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 9:29 pm
Delicacy of Truth
Me: (sigh) I feel less inspired than ever.
She: (gently) Love, the masses are not just sitting, waiting for you to blow their minds.
Me: (tasting truth) Right. So I should probably just sit, wait until I feel inspired?
She: (chuckles, grabs my pen, kisses me)
©️ Candice Reineke 2018
Wednesday 31st October 2018 7:36 pm
Also by Candice Reineke:
All Hallow’s Eve, Then vs. Now | The Beast Does What Tyson Once Did | If Only You and Van Gogh Knew | A Million Ordinaries |Pumpkinhead
at Oíche Shamhna, time of the aes sídhe
A ragged tonsure,
Or botched surgery,
Where the sooty soul exits.
Absences for features:
Swallowing the dark through
A pulpy hell-mouth.
Wednesday 31st October 2018 6:06 pm
An Excursion
An Excursion
Some wish to spend a day on the London Eye
sufferers from vertigo a day at the seaside
Hot air ballooning has become increasingly popular
whilst pot-holing has fallen into decline
I suffer from a severe psychological addiction
and obsessive disorder from which there is no remedy
My excursions are quite exclusive in content
their destinations many but all t...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 4:48 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
Equal Opportunities | A Glorious Power | The Damned - 1916 | A Gallery of Memories | Too Late | The Web of Sleep | Heartfelt Sorrow | The Mellow Years | Welcome to my Parlour | Old and Gay | Grandad |Mother's Lament
Now that you have made a fool of yourself
and embarrassed us in the process
now that you went against
what we told you specifically Not to do
now that you've acted stupidly
and caused us grief and sorrow
now that your plan backfired on you
and you hurt others and yourself
now that you generally
made a mess of things
which you will never outgrow
and which will ...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 3:06 pm
Also by d.knape:
Fishing For Sympathy | Mobile Home | What Was Passed Down | If Memory Serves | When Lovers Are Exposed | The Unpopular Kid | Telling Me What To Do | Guarantee | Haiku | Days Of Rain | The Face | So Says The Wife | Assisted Sleeping | Shopping Cart | Requiem For Moth | Waste Of Time | Vacant Lot | The Fly Who Came In From The Cold | Suffering Fools | The Humor Condition | Hummingbirds | Women And Restrooms | Thoughts | Forever Taught | Chances | School Bus | Bad Memory | Living With Me | INITIALS | Koi Pond |FOR A SOLDIER
No one should go where a soldier must go
And know what a soldier must know.
No one should see what a soldier must see
And live with the memory.
And so with the arrival of November,
It should be that we too must remember.
............................................................................
Wednesday 31st October 2018 2:57 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
DO NOT... | PROTEST - Saturday theme | THE MARCH OF THE MISGUIDED | BLACK SHROUD | DANCING IN TIME - A Saturday theme | WESTMINSTER WALK | MISUNDERSTOOD | WHO GUARDS THE GUARDIAN? | AISLE BE SEEING YOU! - Saturday Verse | ISLAND NATION | DOOM AND GLOOM | A POET'S DUTY | WET BLANKET | WINNERS & LOSERS - Saturday rhyme time | QUESTION | OCTOBER |Strangler Fig
In the beginning I felt nothing;
she was just an itch
barely deserving a scratch.
Then I started to notice;
she was there each day,
and she grew on me.
I enjoyed the attention,
encouraged her,
spoke to her,
basking in her devotion.
She began to take over my life,
and at first it was a joy,
an easy relationship
where we both prospered.
L...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 2:29 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Samhain’s Night | Keeping Warm | Bloody Christmas | Goodbye | Over Easy | Where’s The Chuffin’ Cheese | Close Your Eyes | Evanescent | Keeping Up Appearances | Trump |Moonlight Halloween
A frost chilled dim moonlight night
Putrid air, no stars in sight
Just sheer black sky’s we have
and eerie sounds that shout out “MAD”
It’s moonlight Halloween
It started out as a Christian festival
Priests and Rector’s in their vestibules
The congregation on All Hallows’ Eve
Candles lit for the graves of the dead
No meat eaten, soul cakes instead
Then came ...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 2:12 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Jamie’s Place | Sporting Hero’s | Pick Me Up | The Waiting Room | I need to relax! | The Ostentatious Mr Glitz |THE DOGS OF ATHENS
THE DOGS OF ATHENS
More than a city
a cluster of cities stretch
onwards through space,
one sprawling into the next,
so many areas
I've never set foot in
and west of the electric line's
a foreign country;
you see the names of neighbourhoods
on yellow buses passing
this evening square
where, instead of Nokia,
the street dogs are connected
by a different...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 1:22 pm
Get to Know Me
If you’re a poet prowling in penumbral light,
Staggering through shadows alone and lost,
Praying for a spiritual Sherpa to
Take you to atmospheric heights,
Or at least pull you from chasmic depths
And save you from the crushing pressure
Of self-loathing and free floating anxiety,
You should get to know me.
If your addictions are afflictions
You can no longer bear an...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:56 am
Also by Randy Horton:
Cultivating Life | Tortured Metaphor |Slow motion collision
slow-motion collision
glimpse of you in the distance
signs warning of traffic conditions
swerving to avoid pedestrians
glasses hooked on the tail fin
bodies with velocity taken
pulling at it seams like we’re children
without a seat inspection
we’re meat for vultures circling
arms reach out to trace
for something to embrace
mouths start to shake
...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:09 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
short-range missive | What it isn’t | Recent Hits | On the label | At The Poetry Factory | The Leaving Man | Placeholder | emergency romance | memories are new | Intimacy | Dark Matters |That Which Autumn Leaves (REPOST with Audio)
something for Halloween and Autumn
That Which Autumn Leaves
The clowns were funny in the ring,
as they joked and tumbled and fell -
but in the camp, after the show,
they made our young lives hell.
Still in their masks of garish paint
and drunk on Vodka shots,
they cut and bruised and beat us,
hatching cruel, twisted plots.
I never saw the demons
lurkin...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 10:48 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:
A Sting In The Tale | Blood Brothers In Arms | SCREAMING BLUE MURDER - NEW ALBUM |Chickened out by Amelia the young witch
Amelia the young witch from Sabden was walking down the street alone,
Two dodgy looking lads had their eyes on her expensive mobile phone.
"Hand that over to us young lass !"
They were not to know what was about to pass.
Amelia twitched her nose two chickens did appear,
The lads were no longer there, nothing now to fear.
Two eggs were laid Amelia took them home,
And safel...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 10:02 am
Also by hugh:
Trick or eat | More Halloween Haiku or Hughku time | Halloween Haiku or Hughku time | Haiku shocks! | Obesity | Ryan and the lion | "Home Lez "{my nick name} | Dead money | From pasture to plate | You could be president! | The worm experiment | A moving experience | A visual boost | A missed kiss | Bad bottom behaviour | Spaghetti | Life in a Care home | Stress can make a mess | Bill's can win | 18 | A visit to New York | Snapped up and swallowed,a crocodile scare. |everyday, forever.
the thought of losing you
makes my heart hurt
although you were not
around as much as i wish
you had been,
i have a part of you
and you have a part of me
the pain i once felt because of your constant absence when i needed you most
the cracked heart i carried inside me for too long
all because i missed out on getting to know you—the way they know you
and a...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 7:16 am
Also by yajaira:
two faced | HiGH TIMES #2 | To Me. From Me. | Today You Remembered | Mr. Charming |Relationship Decay
Relationship Decay
Preamble
My inner demons caused a trainwreck. Recovery is underway.
I feel I'm sort of different
Different from the rest
I have these inner demons
Simmering in my chest
My problem is not demons
As you might rightly say
It's controlling them, preventing
Relationship decay
One feels safe exposing
To ones chosen friends
Wh...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 6:50 am
Also by Don Matthews:
Chautauqua We Salute You | Cage Fighting. All Good Fun | Australia's Mental Health Crisis | We Hear Your Protest Poet | Yes, These Words I Wrote | Social Media. Swimming Pools. Toddlers. A Deadly Combination | Pink and Black Font. Sorted | The Resurrection of Joseph Murrell Lambert 1934 | Gotta Fin and Pass | Flip Flop Fly Swat | Learning to Jive with Gina | Sexism. Racism. I'm Sick of the these Words | Politicians Praying. Instead of Acting | A Bloody Disgrace | A Trap of Life | Our Aussie Newsreader Natasha | Do You Share My Problem ? | My Very Disjointed Theme Contribution | Ing in Overtime | The Fallen Arch | Clutter Haiku | Service Has Gone Down the Gurgler | I'm Skilling Up On This Difficult Genre | Lower the Pass Mark -Sorted | Again and Again and Again | What's Going On? : An Adelaide Cinquain a la DM | Who Holds My Key? | Newsreaders | Leopard Kill |Wrong
The heart is cursed
to live reversed
I start at the end
and finish beginning
it's just me
I'm not forgiving
though the wrong I done
I see none
I make believe
to carry on
pay it forward
to see it through
the day is long
my soul feels
wrong.
©JM.Cole
Wednesday 31st October 2018 3:59 am
Also by MyDystopiA:
Slipping Sand | Water | Infinity | Distant | Better Worse | Tick Tock | Stuck | Ace |Questions for the Seasons
will the beautiful colors of autumn
protect against the oncoming frost
the moon in the sky
is yours and mine
wherever we are
anchored by the stars
hung high over time
will the depth of winters chill
thaw in time to greet the crocus
deep black skies before the dawn
keep us hidden
as the nature resets
patience guides us
towards tomorrow
will the hopeful aroma of spring
dance endle...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 12:49 am
Also by Prikcab:
unwelcome | the endless trip |He
Build your kingdom walls high and thick
Tell yourself what you're doing is Justified
Your words were bullets piercing through the skin
You left like his mother and lied to him
He made promises just to keep them forever
Promises are actions you can't break
He's going nowhere honestly
He's broke and drinking himself to death
So take him away from this broken mindset
He's not a nice guy b...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 12:41 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
Crystal City Part 3 lyrics | Anxiety | Faithful Until The End | Not Done | Show Love | Fix Myself | Words of The Waiting Man 21 | Breathing Underwater | So Call It What You Want | I'm Becoming a Hopeless Case It's Getting Easier To Tell | How I Really Feel | Sour Patch Kid | Through Melancholy Eyes | Firefly Battle of Lasagna Mountain | Melancholy 2 | Samurai Bebop 7 Sympathy | Write What You Honestly Know | I drank to fill the emptiness, but the more I drank the emptier I felt | Space Cowboy 13 The Last Death | A Poem For Tracy | The Starry Night | Just Average Rap Song. | Melancholy 2.0 | Words of The Waiting Man 20 | Firefly And Half Eating Sour Patch Kid | American Dream | Melancholy Fever | I'm Not Swell Little Firefly |This thing we call living
It should be easy
This thing they call living
It should be a way
Out of the pond
And when the mist lifts
All these misfits
Should have learned
How to swim their way home
As they stumble
Towards the sunlight
They are met
By arrows of pain
It's never easy
This thing they call dying
There's no way
To climb out of this pond
Tuesday 30th October 2018 11:50 pm
Don't say this struggle's all in vain
Don't say this struggle's all in vain,
the target's always out of range,
your work is effort down the drain,
and situations never change:
Perhaps it's true your hopes were wrong,
but who's to say your fears are right?
Your friends were fighting all along;
they're winning battles out of sight.
The waves of hope may seem to stay
far down the beach you stand beside;
Across the sea, from...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 7:32 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:
The Dark Blot |Anthem for all all these damned Youngsters
What church-bells or calls to prayer by the muezzin
For these young men who kill themselves?
— Only the monstrous hypocrisy of the media
Can call attention to this national blood-loss of young lives
No mockeries now for them from politicians who do not care;
Only the voice of the mothers whose sons are no longer there —
Only black and white boys' photograph...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 6:31 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Listen to the lion | The River | All Souls' Day | A Commonplace sacrifice of a life | NURSERY RHYME | An Archaeology | Offensive verse | Elegy | The flowers of the forest | Aramaic | Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248 | Kassia: A Bold and Beautiful Woman, a Byzantine Poet | The power to burst the bounds | MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE | Meg | A lamentation upon the fall of Constantinople 29th May 1453 |Loved Like This
My mistakes
and all the painful memories,
they've changed the way I think,
changed what I believe.
And when I doubt,
when I think I'm all I need
when I hope the world can't see me,
there's safety in your voice
and a smile in your eyes.
How'd I wind up here?
With you by my side.
And when I can't explain,
when I lose my grip,
when I make excuses
...Tuesday 30th October 2018 5:08 pm
Also by Jara Giner:
The View |Hallow Halloween
Hallow Halloween it’s nice of you to call once again
It’s been a whole long year since you have been around
Things have been frightfully quiet for far too long
I am looking forward to being scared silly by an eerie sound
Put a wicked spell on me well I’ll be doomed and damned
Bewitch me and lure me to your cursed coven
Chop me up alive and kicking into bite sized pieces
Cook m...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 2:38 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
Autumn Absolutely | 8:04 | October 10 - World Mental Health Day |HOPE
Unconditional, my soul is only chained by past bounty’s, my inner joy is only to manifest such passion and my destiny,free forms non existence only deteriorates what’s left of my heart ♥️, elegance assembles as the one that brightens my soul captures what seems to be an Abyss of pure pain and lack of pleasure, reminiscing back to my younger more naïve mind has a blissful feeling of happiness that...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 1:17 pm
Also by Kage:
Down Side Up ? | Consonancy |Wandering expositions
Poetry has many inspections
each line remains re-touched;
we frown at fingered collections
of nouns and other stuff.
There are troublesome inflections,
and bleeding, wrung-out verbs-
the wandering expositions
of rhymes the metre serves.
There are stand alone conjunctions
in hope that it amazes
where
in solitude it functions
in contrived schema...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 1:09 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Puzzled | Sorry bone | Shopping |The Follower
The news comes down from ancient Athens-
a follower of Dionysus, dressed to kill,
is unaccounted for. So,
what efficacy in the search;
some insight shone might stop her?
Rich generations or poor
civilisation or civil war
can't put her in a cage
or through a mincer.
The aged and crippled wish
just to live a day longer.
Growing noise makes music
impossible but not obsolete.
The noi...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 8:38 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:
(untitled) | Nocturne | These Days #7 | Disdain | Nocturne | Fourteen Divided By Two | Stage |Flying
We are flying through the universe
hand in hand
we don’t need ground control
or oxygen or rocket motors
we’re quite high enough
hand in hand
It might be love
It might be dope or the little white pill I took
It doesn’t really matter much
You’re a crazy wild eyed woman
And I love it when you loop the loop
Flying through the universe
With your hair a mess
A...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 8:33 am
Also by Michael Cameron:
Recently I Took Plath To Antigua | He Was Doing Fifty |The Last Apple on the Tree
The Last Apple on the Tree.
I hang alone,
passed by and forgotten.
The wind mocks me as it whispers softly by.
My friends lay scattered before me amongst the autumn leaves;
The sun, once so kind, exposes my long ago unblemished skin,
now mottled and brown.
Rain pummels me; and yet still I hang.
The days pass slowly; darkly.
I have ne...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 7:51 am
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:
Memories | I Protest | The Death of Love | How | Do You Want to Dance | The King of Inishturk | Hope Haiku | We | Innocence Sold | The Boy Who Was a Funiosity | I Am a Winner | Lies | Sat Here Thinking |My Mother
Insanity is when you love someone so much, you help them destroy you by trying to save them. -Unknown
Eye am insane for my Mother’s love
My Mother’s love
Is the love eye accepted into my heart
As my Mommy carried me, she fed me
Soothed me, protected me
And brought me
Into the physical plane healthy and safe
Thank you Mommy,
You are the first God eye know
My heart...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 4:12 am
Also by Mama Lola:
Clarity | Mental Slavery | My void |THE CLOCK
THE CLOCK
Staying with friends in the North-West, the Lakes,
a morning garden date with peckish feathered guests
drawn by delicacies half hidden by spring’s fresh leaves
which sway a little in the breeze and so appeal as
easy meals to songbirds darting here and there
which I watch, e...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 12:29 am
Also by Peter Taylor:
PERFECT PINK | BODIES | THOUGHTS OF AUTUMN (audio version) | THOUGHTS OF AUTUMN | LEAVING A WAKE |DON'T TELL THE GODS YOUR PLANS
(A blues in the slide guitar style of the incomparable Robert Johnson. Played in open G on a guitar I bought at a car boot sale for £7 for parts. It's much better value than my singing)
I took up with a woman; she was another man’s
I had it all before me – the world was in my hands
If you want to get them laughing just tell the Gods your plans.
She told me that she loved me...
Monday 29th October 2018 10:50 pm
Also by John Coopey:
DIPSO FATSO BINGO ASBO TESCO | LITTLE BASTARDS | ROOM FOR FALLING OFF | I HAVE AN OLD MAN'S PROBLEM | THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT BUT THIN TODAY | HARRY POTTER | X2 = ((x – y) * (x + y)) + y2 | ARTHUR AP UTHER - THE BATTLE OF LUGG VALE | CROSSROADS MOTEL | THE GHOST OF THE GHOST OF REES McGINN | UPSKIRTING 2 | BORIS THE BIDER |the colors you didn't see
It’s funny how everything is yellow.
At least when I’m next to you…
But on the drive home,
everything is tinted blue.
And it’s not because I’m leaving you.
I’m looking in my mirrors,
and my imperfections at loving seem a little closer too.
You wanted so badly for the flowers to be alive.
Forgetting all the thank-yous’ and i’m sorry’s,
jumping to I need you and…
...Monday 29th October 2018 7:00 pm
Flea Market
In this flea market
fake emotions sometime turn us blind.
sometimes body is sold,
Sometimes mind.
Monday 29th October 2018 4:49 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:
No Battle at all.. | Fading fast... | Give Me Word | Wither | Quest | In Praise of Your Glance | "WE" and.. | Gift Me a Rainy Day | Camera On... | An Ache | A Question | Fool | Murky |Three Witches Brew
Watch out, over there! No over there!
It's time to be alert, it's time to beware.
Time for Ghosts and Goblins and fear!
Look for witches who take to the air.
Time for monsters, spooks and storytelling.
Time to see who'll scare first, who'll be yelling.
It's Halloween time the best time of the year,
For ghost stories around a fire which crackles and sears.
Be leery of the p...
Monday 29th October 2018 1:06 pm
The Fox
Can a Fox cry, one did today?
Five lives tragically taken away.
A crying Fox is something new.
I shed a tear alongside him too.
As a red I cheered your fairy tale.
Brilliant to see the top dogs fail!
The Fox, he ruled, so justly proud.
But today he only sees a cloud.
A golden Fox with tear in eye.
But ‘Foxes never Quit’ that’s no lie.
So given strength Fox, you’ll be ok.
You can’t k...
Monday 29th October 2018 12:25 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
Not Enough | Barefoot on The Zebra | Brookside Avenue | Listen | The Search |Let's Be One
I wish for us, both of us,
to be a circle with no end...
There won't be corners of secrets.
Let's be a circle
and live a circulating life
with no corners of secrets.
Let's take off our clothes
Be clear to one another
as we expose each other's scars
and be a closet with no skeletons.
In the darkest hour
let's not play hide and seek
let's be there for each other
we won't get lost
...
Monday 29th October 2018 9:59 am
Also by Katlego Maake Jr:
Light - O'- Love |Blinded
Our hearts are weary . Our soles are heavy weight . What is next . Who to blame . Blame one another and don’t play the Game .They are blaming Racism . Because they can . They blame other people because they can . Blame yourself you have only yourself to blame . If you want someone to blame . Stand up and be counted . Be Honest Be Brave . Look who is worthy and who is not . Look who are cruel and m...
Monday 29th October 2018 9:26 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
We Will Remember | Found Guilty | Where Is The Help | Attitude Problems | Hip Hip Hooray | Not Trusting Our Votes | Testing The Water | Faith In Others | Brilliant |Too Close
I hate pretending
a way of fending
off others mending
from themselves
another good thing
lost like a shoe string
problems I do bring
lack purpose
show yourself to me
paint it heavenly
it ends tragically
I’m confused
because you were here
I filled you with fear
now you’ve disappeared
it’s my fault
I live with a space
like a buffer place
beca...
Sunday 28th October 2018 11:26 pm
Also by Joanna Halliday:
Going, going but not gone | Stars Cross | Me Not Me | Missing Soul |Moon
Moon,
Oh moon.
I see you flutter by, Moon.
Your wax'ned wanings fill the sky, Moon.
I, you and I, moon. You and I.
I, not you will fall behind, Moon.
With no trumpet cry, no orisons, Moon.
No. No words can make Moon cry. You and I
Will dip into solitude,
We'll find the words our mothers used
For love and die. Oh, Moon.
The bringing smiles of love, Moon.
And the ‘wait awhiles' of lo...
Sunday 28th October 2018 10:44 pm
A Visit to Kashmir's Poet
Frozen Dal Lake, stiffened doors of Hotel, window panes full of vapour, without electricity is my hotel facing well known Boulevard Road of Srinagar. The elongated footpath between the Lake and Boulevard road is full of footprints impressed by people staggering on snow. With soporific eyes I watch this whole from the window of Shah Abbas Hotel as I woke up just couple of minutes before at 7:40 am.
...
Sunday 28th October 2018 3:59 pm
Harmattan is here!
Our weather is still acting all confused, but, by now, a lot of us should be expecting harmattan already. Some places already have the sign of harmattan fog appearing in the early hours of the day. Harmattan is that time of the year that gets very cold in the morning, and then hot as hell by noon. You get thirsty easily and everywhere is dusty. This is probably our biggest problem with the seas...
Sunday 28th October 2018 1:22 pm
Also by Chinwendu C.E Rays:
Priest of the world »dedicated to Rev. Fr Chinedu Ralph Nwosu -my spiritual mentor« |Rum and Rise
Let a sleeping giant sleep. Let a defiant man weep. Leave problems to themselves to weep and evaporate away with the disappearing light.
Let light fade away to night and questions fade to peace. Let a sleeping man sleep. Let your mind float away with the evening, let your mouth taste the dusk.
Let your spirit caress the rust. Rum and rise. Open your sleepy eyes and we'll retie our ties.
T...
Saturday 27th October 2018 11:39 pm
Also by VHH:
Emotion | Isolation | Reaching | Insatiable | Winded words | Validation | Know me |Addiction In Many Forms
Money lust pills sex all the things to have a good time. I feel no pain the numbing feels so right i can't escape but i don't know how to stop i crave something to keep me moving . I alter my mind to hide the emotional horror i refuse to let you see me cry because initially you felt i was weak all along. what you fail to realize is that sex made me feel alive and i felt wanted, the pills nu...
Saturday 27th October 2018 11:28 pm
Also by Mami Creative:
Trust Issues | SUICIDE PREVENTION | Domestic Violence Awareness Month |Level up
Trying hard to be better.
The new hair, new eye shadow.
The dating app.
Searching for a level up in false things,
Or false thoughts that do not correlate to the inner me.
We grow through correlation with others
Interconnecting and intertwining
Creeping higher and higher towards Utopia.
I'll meet you there sometime, some place.
When we've thrown away our falsitities and n...
Saturday 27th October 2018 5:10 pm
Also by Clara:
Warm | laissez faire or intervention? |Wotsisname
I'm just that guy from the open mic
It's not important - you know my name
I'm just that guy from the open mic
Naked and quick like firework flame
Saturday 27th October 2018 4:54 pm
Self loathing in Tuson, Arizona
Standing on a real balance
Level to a care extreme
Losing heart to a proper pave
polished hardship
Rambling on Yesterdays lean taste
Viled to a clime at its seem
left unwritten down for generation Ve
arrange of perfect spices
shadows of a timeless disaster
Taped to a perfect grain
Folded piece and bring back body,
Emerse your tears out of joy
Neatly in thinn...
Saturday 27th October 2018 12:52 pm
My Favourite Place
It wasn’t easy getting here,
Yet many do succeed,
When I am at my favourite place,
There is only one thing I need,
I need a camera to take a photo,
Because I truly believe,
The most valuable assets I own,
Are my memories,
Iv been here in every season,
In sun, wind, rain and snow,
Iv been here so many times,
And yet it never seems to get old,
We all have our ow...
Saturday 27th October 2018 7:38 am
Also by Happy Hiker:
My Halloween |Always On The Losing Side
Always On The Losing Side
You’ve lost to emperors and knights,
been cheated by beggars and thieves.
Shame and agony fill your nights
The scar of defeat never leaves…
You always were that one lame horse
that even you wouldn’t bet on!
Charm isn’t an overcoat you can force
on an ugly duckling-of-a-swan.
Some days you lose to the witty,
and other times you lose
to...
Saturday 27th October 2018 1:18 am
Also by Mae Foreman:
Consume or be Consumed | A Rhyming Idea |The Legacy
She was difficult, they said, but she loved flowers.
She planted white sweet scented narcissus
to dance before the loch
and yes, a host of golden daffodils.
Pink, purple and red rhododendrons
high enough to play under.
A windbreak for her Japanese scene.
Acrid smelling gold and coral azaleas
and a silvery wooden bench where
to sit and catch the weak northern sun.
Squi...
Friday 26th October 2018 10:24 pm
Everywhere!
I've got family everywhere.
I've got brothers I've got sisters everywhere.
I've got lovers I've got haters everywhere.
Deep eyes and broken hearts everywhere.
I've got brothers doing time, I've got brothers dead and gone, everywhere.
I've got friends, fake friends everywhere.
They are there when they need you, when you need them you can't find them anywhere.
And I've been here...
Friday 26th October 2018 8:34 pm
The Manor of the Harbour
Holiday – first morning, first walk, bright and early,
up on the sea wall, taking in nothing, seeing it all:
soaring wing-gulls tell of their morning, their lives a tale to tell,
gliding over cliffs or diving into storms, sitting quiet on rolling swell –
wishing your soul was with them, to sail hover-currents over bob-seas,
into lobster pots laid by able seamen, provisioners of deli...
Friday 26th October 2018 8:11 pm
Lonely but happy
while people laugh, I keep smiling,
while people eat, I digest thier ugliness when they chew
While kids run to play parks, I chase thier moms to hear thier stories.
no wonder, I feel alone but happy,
No wondder, I write my words with no wisdom.
I will die with no soul , my soul has left the building.
Ha
making jokes while miserable, proves my ignorant,
Friday 26th October 2018 6:22 am
Also by No One.:
Whatever. |Just friends
I really want to say,
The things that are on my mind
I want to tell you how I feel
All of the time
I'm sorry if I'm shy baby
This is how I am
I'm trying to be cool with you
I'm trying to be calm
When you say you love me
I don't know if its true
I dont know what it means baby
But I say I love you too
Sometimes I want more than this
Other days I don't
I can never be commited
If ...
Friday 26th October 2018 1:21 am
Also by Caoimhe June Jane Ryan:
My friends honest words. | Be yourself | Grandparents |Time to party
Time is gearing itself up
for the start of the party
Tick tock tick tock
The second hand making
its way impatiently
around the face
counting down until the
festivities begin
little time to waste
the minute hand has
more haste and less speed
steadily moving round
reveling in the moments
taking each one in
without a single sound
then t...
Thursday 25th October 2018 4:37 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:
My mother appeared to me today | The Rat | The day it rained | My mind is my prison, but I hold the key | Peace, love and understanding have left the building | Summer calm |One Bright Day
One bright day, oh, glory, glory, glory.
The sun, the sky, the beach, the sea
A double shot espresso, the breeze.
I saw the seal, at first a little to my right
Moments later to my left and closer in.
Black head bobbing and diving.
Unusual, I thought, in these waters.
When it beached, almost at my feet,
It was shiney, bloated, somehow darker than black.
I tried to hold o...
Thursday 25th October 2018 3:20 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:
Life before death? 1 and 2 |Soulmate
soulmate
you and me
were meant to be
together
in some sort of way
you planted this tree in April
and I watched your leaves bloom through may
your roots they stick to my ground
and if the sun dries up and there’s no water to be found
I’ll curse nature in all of its names
to bring rain
for us
only us
well really,
only you
Thursday 25th October 2018 12:03 pm
A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE
A MAN HOLDING HIS HORSE
Poor Dai never got the hang of it,
At school in our first lesson
On art appreciation
We studied
'A Man Holding His Horse'
By George Stubbs.
The teacher issued us
With notebooks
In which to record
Feelings and impressions
Arising from the painting.
Dai wrote...
Wednesday 24th October 2018 10:06 pm
In the Dark
I see creatures in the dark
Are they monsters?
They whisper
Reflection
I whisper lie
And they whisper truth
I open my eyes
When did the tears come?
I lay awake, dreaming of light
All I see are shadows
The creatures wait
I hear screaming in the dark
Is it me?
I want to say monster
But instead I close my mouth
Can anyone hear?
My sound is trappe...
Wednesday 24th October 2018 8:32 pm
24
In thirty minutes,
I am 24
Every year, I was surrounded by friends and family
This year,
I am alone in this midnight
I am blank as I am realizing this life has not been started
Age is just number
There are so many dreams I haven't achieved
There are so many sunsets I haven't seen
I am just beginning to discover
What the hell I am supposed to do
And how to learn pat...
Wednesday 24th October 2018 6:31 am
Also by Jenny jeong:
Worship | Silence | I see you | Honesty | Demon | Love |Abyss
It's not your fault
Nor mine either
Just our time wasnt right
We had our own fight
Could I ever understand
What love means to be?
Could you ever realize
That I wasnt meant to be
I am covered under a veneer
That's looks lovely and clear
But underneath is a dying soul
Which is engulfed in a black hole
Dont head for destruction
Give it up and live a new passion
It's only a black ...
Wednesday 24th October 2018 2:13 am
Also by Aparajita Banerjee Sahoo:
Another time | Rebirth |unlidded
The lid of darkness
Unclosed by prying eyes;
of light upon my face:
Too rest my head
as shape upon a pillow:
Alas this cannot be
For morning seeks
that stirring motion;
and life’s warmth betrays
the mortal me:
Alas I cannot languish
in nighttime’s
bed of lethargy
Tuesday 23rd October 2018 8:43 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:
Under the Mountain |Like or not to like
I was intrigued wanted to be under him
Now I'm over him
The one I wanted was Tay
So happy to say
We never did
I am done with that dream in my head
Instead I got with Richard
Now he's constantly in my head
All I want is Richard in my bed
Will he call
Thinking of ways to text
Without leading to sex
I wanna know this mystery man
I wanna be on dates with this man
Time wil...
Tuesday 23rd October 2018 4:15 pm
Dream sequence
Dreams, doors and windows..
Forward motion, initiated, ignited
on the road, on the mission
premonition...
You'll find it.
Before too long,
sing a song - believe in magic
Life is mysterious
...and sometimes tragic
Repetition, submission,
Limitation, illustration..
Layered in earth and stone
symbols and meanings..
Steal your identity back ..
...Tuesday 23rd October 2018 1:56 pm
Also by Pagan Poetry:
webs worth weaving | Shadows | Day in the Life | Baggage Claim |Mirror
Mirror speak to me
You are enough
Glance out the window
Manicured grass
Rocky pavement
No reflection
Yell to the world
Am I enough
No response
Silence play back
Tuesday 23rd October 2018 3:29 am
Also by sasha:
Crystal ball | End change | Joy | Winter | Lock | Let him |The search
She shall ride me one day for investigation
Of the swagger displayed, with pleasing confidence
To satisfy hunger of the looming cadence
Raging to savour joy past the wetness action
These blistering moments in the warming black hole
That crunches ambition to fill it with juices
In an explosive way without the abuses
Of salivating ways dripping away the pole
Shall she be pleased of ride,...
Monday 22nd October 2018 11:36 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
Please you | For her | For our Debbie | New Love |The Mayor Stands
The following poem is based on the eloquent speech of Sadiq Khan and where it took place following the Westminster Bridge atrocity.
The Mayor Stands
And so the mayor stands hands clasped together
in the cold June weather by City Office. Coffers up
visible unequivocal condemnation of those from his ...
Monday 22nd October 2018 7:51 pm
Guilty
Yes, I am guilty!
Guilty of possesivness...exactly like you said!
Of being too loud and not collected...
I didn't figure it out yet!
I am thinking long enough...about this song.
Want to make it proud and fierce,
but only sadness comes along.
Gosh! You two have no idea,
how many times I cried, felt like a doormat!
My memory was showing pictuers,
of your lovely, litt...
Monday 22nd October 2018 7:24 pm
An Autumn Song for the Traveller
Before I go
Let me drink this rich wine
Let me sing my delight
This gold red dawn has promise:
vibrant with the cold sun
vanishing valley mists
leave damp spider web to shimmer
mistdrops on the long reeds
and ungathered lawn leaves
damply shining
against the muted green of wet grass.
This amber morning has perfection:
wonderfully wooded leaf tints
golden...
Monday 22nd October 2018 3:01 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:
Contrapuntal | The Sailors' Homecoming | Colour 309 U | e-Love | Storm Watcher | A Day in 100 Thoughts | Late Wisdom | Ashes in a Wilderness | Travel Sickness | Autumn Thoughts |not yet begun
Words of seduction
More powerful than image
Lead to ultimate scrimmage
Time for introduction
Sunday 21st October 2018 8:34 pm
karaoke 28 (10/27/2018)
sometimes it's like
"Sorry, man. I can't carry you. My pockets are full."
and then the ugly side comes out
in the face of denial, the ugly side comes out
but it doesn't give me room for me
to love a stranger .
Sometimes,
I quote the old great songs
carried on high like gospel
picked out of a smoke stained book
older than I've ever been
worn, ill-fitting
language , tumblin...
Sunday 21st October 2018 4:44 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
to thrash (10/14/2018) | Rescind (10/05/2018) |Urban Fairy
Cold and stormy are her eyes,
Light is her darting tongue.
And I break when she cries,
Forever old, forever young.
She dances like a grey fairy,
Void of colour, full of light.
My heart becomes the grave to bury
A silver knife hidden from sight.
She flits and flies and steals
A kiss from the lips of all,
Prances away in heavy heels
She is my tragic downfall.
Saturday 20th October 2018 10:33 pm
Also by Heart of Lead:
The Plague Doctor |ghost (life on the outside)
..set it off like a funeral pyre,
intoxicated on ether like fumes of gasoline
--I heard it said
that's what to do
once it's done
until it's dead...
and everyday, still,
I watch as you arrive back home
clutching a brown paper sack
before an opened door
the blinding bright specter
inside, of life left behind
standing momentarily picturesqu...
Saturday 20th October 2018 3:14 am
Also by nunya:
red sun | bodies in free fall | unbroken (a timeline in prepositions) | portfolio--modern treatise/old idea | IS and IS NOT | bodies in orbit |For Jordan
Out driving our first cars at night
snaking the blackness of North East country roads
I'd flick the headlights off
hear the girls scream
then back on and we'd crack up laughing
In our town, there wasn't much to do
but wander looping streets
haunt the park outside of college
blow house to house, see who was home
or spend it lying in your bedroom laughing
When you and Chris split, he ...
Saturday 20th October 2018 12:13 am
THE GREAT THAW
I often ponder time squandered.
Squinted as I gandered.
Aimlessly, I wandered.
Should've sprinted but meandered.
Thought I planned it all.
Nice wages and some land that sprawls.
Not going out like Neanderthals.
I survived the Ice Ages and the Thaws.
Now's the time that I stand or fall.
Friday 19th October 2018 8:02 pm
Also by Eric James:
SUMMER SOULSTICE | HINDSIGHT | SPACED OUT | MIDLIFE | STAR STRUCK | REAL ESTATE OF MIND | TO RUSH, WITH LOVE | VISION | R.I.P. | OXYGEN | VIDI VENI VICI | RYE HUMOR | SLEEPLESSNESS | A to Z | THE PARADE | EATING CROW | DRAGON | NIGHTCRAWLER | TIME PIECE | NIKKI |Getting In Hot Water
Private view
steamy full
length mirror
Cold shiver
sensitive bottom
strange reaction
Not alone
ghostly hands
goose bumps
Naughty tingle
slightly moist
soaking sensation
Hot blushes
overwhelming desire
insane craving
Body sweat
feeling horny
wanting more
Fancy finishing
me off
in bath?
Voice calls
f...
Friday 19th October 2018 4:59 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Insanity Comes Calling Part Two |Promises made in whispers
Happy days and sunny rays
Of light
Saddle us to our giddy ride of lifes delight’
Promises made in whispers and out of sight
When conjugated give us the trust we prayed it might
Journeys shared hand in hand
Blissful joys etherally shone through us
Now together heart by heart
As one a life enjoyed
may leave you free to sing your song
With another a shared...
Friday 19th October 2018 11:35 am
Also by Matt Townsend:
As I leave | Before the hold, before the relentless grey cold | Unrealised |shapeshifting statue
under the coldness of marble
mournful and tremulous warbles
of obscured figures of circumstances
unborn children denied first glances
beyond the coldness of their core
gift of the mother they abhor
resentment and murderous fire
the fear of a promethean desire
when everything grows apart
when everything goes silent but your heart
when dreams are so close to reach
wh...
Friday 19th October 2018 2:18 am
Perditus.
An outcast, a burden, emotional instability’s emaciated hostage.
The fading marks on her skin, a mere map of the painful roads of her past.
She’s frozen, no way out of the solitary confinement that is her own mind.
Derogatory whispers slowly convince her that she is unwanted, unloved, alone.
Thursday 18th October 2018 9:05 pm
Also by Kay D. Gould:
Melancholy. |Rule Britannia?
What with all the omnishambles of Brexit, I got to thinking about what our national identity really is. When you think about it, we have some pretty bizarre national symbols, but ultimately what does it mean to be British / English, etc? See what you think of this...
Rule Britannia?
Our national dish is curry, true,
Our Saint is George who dragons slew,
From Yorkshire field...
Thursday 18th October 2018 8:54 pm
Also by mike booth:
Breaking News, Breaking Laws |Nothing else matters
Every single day I get a torrent in my inbox:
online communities that crave my support
with a signature, a letter, a donation to unlock
a Saudi prison cell; save turtles; alert
a smug politician to the suffering of the needy;
grant safe asylum to desperate refugees;
liberate wealth from the clutches of the greedy;
or restrict global warming to one point five degrees.
I wann...
Thursday 18th October 2018 1:28 pm
I Know
My hope is that one day I can wake up and not feel like shit.
I wish I could wake up and be excited to start my day instead of dragging my bones and convincing myself in my head to learn how to breathe again.
I yearn to make a difference on this cold heart of mine, and to learn how to love myself as a human again instead of an object that is so easily breakable.
I want to be stron...
Thursday 18th October 2018 5:09 am
Also by Andrea Lee:
Hopes | Fall |That Girl
That girl
I want a girl who makes my heart skip a beat
just by her smile
A girl who could turn my world round and round
just by her laugh
A girl who makes me feel worth something
with just one look
And sometimes I wonder
Could you be that girl?
that girl who I snuggle on rainy days
that girl who i surprise with candy
that girl who I make blush
that girl who ...
Thursday 18th October 2018 4:14 am
The Brook In The Hollow
Falling water,
Lullaby for peaceful dreams,
Tumbles over ancient granite,
Cascades to deep pools,
Echoes through the hollow,
Near silent frozen winter nights,
Windows closed tight,
Spring snow melting,
Thunders through the hollow,
Gurgling and giggling summer's eves,
Trickling in harmony with falling leaves,
Ever present in the house at the end of the village,
S...
Thursday 18th October 2018 2:55 am
Also by Thomas Long:
Diamond Dust |The Colorof My Mood ...
The color of my mood is autumn.
It’s high time to write a poem…
The sights are marvelous and amazing.
Some trees are just blazing.
Like an artist the nature paints.
Little by little the warmth faints.
The trees are razing their leaves,
More often the weather deceives.
Guess, what could you impress?
When autumn weaves a colorful dress!
What frightens us in a fall?
...Wednesday 17th October 2018 5:25 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
Blue color | Maybe,I am not smart ... |Mirror
Old wounds have begun to heal.
This new life feels unreal.
The shadow hanging above my soul.
I was once trapped within a role.
The wounded one full of anger
Dragging his worthless anchor.
Behold look into the mirror.
Now gaze upon your own error.
You thought you couldn't stumble
But it's the season to be humble.
No time for embracing illusion.
The former has reach...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 3:35 pm
Also by Jezer Ureña:
Joy of Aging | Be | My | Reset |The Two sides of Me
The war shall carry on within the two sides of me.
My blood seeps through my veins in peace on one side
Then rushes in tirades on the other side of me.
One day I will tear the whole world down in unwavering bravery.
The next I bury the sunlight and lie down in my own grave.
The light hides the darkness and the darkness charades as light
Should I let go of what is left of serenity in my path?
...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 8:27 pm
Also by Ariana Leon:
Peace in the Insanity - A poem |Long Distance Love
If I could bottle up this thunder
in my heart and post it to you,
all those unspoken words would
tumble out and you would see.
If I could lace my fingers into yours,
we could speak in braille.
If I could lie my head against your skin
and inhale, you could not fail to know.
If I could touch my lips upon your mouth,
and speak the language of eternity,
no words would be...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 7:39 pm
Also by Janey Colbourne:
Vanessa Kisuule I Thank You | Respect to the Snowflake Generation | love is not |Traumfrau
Dein Antlitz erstrahlt in Perfektion, kein Mann kann dir wieder stehen, wenn er sehen, ja überhaupt begreifen welch Weib von Anmut er umwirbt. Ich ergebe mich dem Schicksal, denn eine Frau voller Charakter und Willen, sucht seines gleichen. Es vermag seine Zeit bis sie wahrlich erscheint, doch mit Geduld und Respekt. Gibt es mehr als Kuchen und Gebäck. Sie ist Kirsche auf der Sahne, der Zucker im...
Tuesday 16th October 2018 1:26 pm
The Country
Sun melt rays
a flash!
- I am dazed
Wisps of corn
Wallow, warmly
- breathe.
Oozing earth is,
Soft.
Take a step -
- trek
The boundering boulders
Of green
Walk with me
Come!
- To the country
Tuesday 16th October 2018 12:16 pm
The End
Love is patient love is kind
In every space and in every time
I know that there is love that I found
In this time, a soothing sound
A song that resonates with my whole being
One that keeps my heart beating
One that I know that only comes
From that special someone, the one I love
I hope you know that in every line
Is all my thoughts and all my mind
I hope you know in ...
Monday 15th October 2018 6:33 pm
Also by Jethro Iresare:
Happy To Be Alive | Dream |MIND
Sometimes, I'd like to give my MIND
A good slap right up side the head.
I really would.
It thinks it exists in capital letters -
The boss of everything!
Well – it isn't.
There are many systems inside me
Governed by inherent programming
Not commanded by MIND.
Well, I'll allow 'Attitude', of course
A major factor in everything -
But not superior status.
Of c...
Monday 15th October 2018 5:42 pm
Letters in Wartime
Letters in Wartime
Words on paper
Nothing more
Telling the story of a soldier
Or airman or sailor
Letters from the front
Sent home
To a sweetheart
Or family
First read by the censor
Telling of longing to see you
And hardship in battle
Seen thru with determination
And a love of country
Fighting for them
The loved ones
Far from where
He is stationed
Saying about his mates
Some wh...
Monday 15th October 2018 2:13 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:
47 |5 The Hierophant
5 The HIerophant
Now that the Fool has learnt about the spiritual and the locally aspects to the mundane world he will now transcend into learning about traditional values and moral fundamentals aspects of the enlightened way of life. Here he will meet The Hierophant who is very conservative and thoughtful in his ways and who also practises a traditional, spiritual and of course very orthodox ...
Monday 15th October 2018 10:18 am
Also by RaVeN Mathews )0(:
5 The Hierophant | Grimoire of a RaVeN Poetry of a twisted mind | Forgiveness | 4 The Emperor | An overview insight of Divination and Philosophies there of |On earth away from earth
Are you a tourist or
A volcanologist my dear?
With a painful joy
To a live volcano getting near,
Do you want to pay homage
To earth's nadir
Conscious that beneath a sea level
A sweltering heat you can bear?
Then to Erta Ale go you not why
Found under Ethiopia's sky?
With a style jumping high,
Hitting the ground
Beating drums, on their waists,
Sabres tied around
Afro men along wi...
Monday 15th October 2018 8:34 am
The Knight's Stall
I had miles to go before I sleep
Endless bindings to break and keep;
Know a knight stops at nothing, but
Prairies and lakes for my horse to feed.
Through blizzards high and deserts dry
Rain that echoed of homesick cry,
I rode through them all
Yet, at the riverside I put up a stall.
On the edge of the river eternal,
You stood, evidence of the supernal,
Like a piece of star brig...
Monday 15th October 2018 5:27 am
Come away
digging and digging
and under the earth
the skulls and the scars
are under the earth
life is a cruel bitch
and my bitch is not sweet
so, won’t you come
take a bite
of my bitch for me
Monday 15th October 2018 1:00 am
Spanish Rhapsody of brown eyes
Spanish Rhapsody of brown eyes…
Of melting colours in flight
like passionate
velvet fingertips,
colliding,
embracing,
Sliding,
Enamouring
The battered strings
of a forgotten guitar…
Spanish Rhapsody of enchanting light…
Of female dunes on dessert sand…
like bright red alluring lips…
seducing,
undressing,
caressing,
Kissing,
Tasting,
A m...
Sunday 14th October 2018 11:17 pm
Also by Xoanxo:
The Journey |Golden Days Gone-By
It was good to hear you laugh again
When i called you on the phone
For it took me back to days gone by
When the bushland was our home.
The bush became our homestead
It mothered us as well
And we would laugh each day away
Till the years began to tell.
Remember the station truck we bogged
In the middle of the night?
When you stepped in a muddy hole
And s...
Sunday 14th October 2018 1:41 am
Star crossed
Did we chose this oblivion
apart miles away
Not knowing our existence
searching ...
Thinking of you
those blue skies
I want to fly
I want to go home
Someday, what a sad word
Someday...
Saturday 13th October 2018 6:40 pm
Woman incomplete
Malathi did not board the morning bus to work today.
I looked at the woman seated beside me in Malathi’s usual place.
Clad in a saree, fresh flowers in her hair, ready to tackle the long hours of work in dust and heat.
She must be around her mid forties.
Does she have a family to provide for?
Else why has she joined the wagon of the working class at the wee hours?
Does she have a...
Saturday 13th October 2018 3:14 pm
Also by TROY:
Sun Snatcher |Saturday 13th October 2018 11:32 am
Also by Sweta Gupta Rateria:
Mothers womb | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) |The Still Quiet Air
The still quiet air
The freezing touch of his hand
Death is by my side
Friday 12th October 2018 4:06 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Shirley |Limerick #8
Said the chicken, ‘Dear egg, I have toiled
with that question in which we’re embroiled,
as to which of us two
was the first, me or you.’
The egg remained mute. It was boiled.
Friday 12th October 2018 1:51 pm
Also by Joe Williams:
Rehearsal |MAMA'S UNIVERSITY GIRL
MAMA'S UNIVERSITY GIRL
Mama, when I go to school
I shalt make thee proud
I shalt dwell solely on thy studies
But what shalt thou doeth with love?
Thou may love
But don't fall in love
Thou may invest thy night with a lamp
But don't spend it with a man
Guys may buy thee clothes to lit
But don't let them pull it
Thou is a woman king
And thy body isn't all that sing
Don't let guys ...
Friday 12th October 2018 11:42 am
Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:
INDEPENDENT BROTHEL |Bed Time
Bedtime
Do you ever lie there at night,
With memories running through your mind
of times gone by, to come, to never be?
I heard meditation lets you slow these down,
See all of them at once or not at all,
To just be there - thoughts floating through your mind
like tiny boats sailing the wind in a breeze,
Peacefully gliding through your consciousness
Like a kite rippl...
Friday 12th October 2018 11:17 am
GET NO ROOM FOR WORRIES
I livea life like i will never smile, i will live like a man that will never cry although life may long like a mile, but i won't live like i will never die you can make some friends,but don't rely on them because the one i have since seven years ago bid me lies you can have a lover,you can trust her, but the one i thought she's my everything makes me cry trust nobody how ever pleasant,always have ...
Friday 12th October 2018 1:40 am
Essence (Your love)
Essence
Lovely Passion, glumness nights, how I miss you living life.
I am death I am dead, for you I’ve woken from my grave.
For you I live for you I thrive, thy make me better I make me worse.
You pick me up you set me down, you take me in You throw me out.
Your lips tremble, your eyes weep, Your soul is pure!
I am your poison, to me you are essence.
We met, we vanished, you ...
Thursday 11th October 2018 2:22 am
Spring
Blue sky and stillness in the air
Birds tweeting and the smell of pine
Heart leaping at the thought of a long, hot summer
Flinching as a bumble bee drones by
Reminiscent of childhood fears.
World issues seem far away, or are they?
Pollution identified in plastic and contrails
Disgust and irritation on the treatment of nature
Adrenalin pumping resentment
With environ...
Wednesday 10th October 2018 2:17 pm
Also by Stuart Clark:
Initial Wake | Dad | Tour de Yorkshire | The Good are Few |empi
today, you had drink so much
even said you weren't broken
but splurted that you love her
and where did it went wrong
if i had a chance, i wanted to heal you
i wanted to get the pain out of your chest
til the moment you'll say i can now feel
and the numbness is gone
i still love how you smile
how your eyes would wrinkle in doing so
i saw how drunk and funny you are
aww i appreciate ...
Tuesday 9th October 2018 3:13 pm
Cultivate Life - October 2018 Collage Poem
My lightened, chastened offspring
Return to me, unknowing
Pincher Martin feeds devious plots
Tick Tock
Am I living? Am I breathing?
Life created by a whimper
Hyenas rejected at a tender age
Babies burst from beautiful bodies
But human nature drives towards annihilation
Leeching veins cling for life through the zealous
Suffocation of being fed with ...
Tuesday 9th October 2018 11:29 am
Hardened Poets
Neither cold night nor seasonal change
on the turning Earth dismays or hampers them
Veterans of words hold fast in all weathers
Never retreating, ever writing victories
Impassioned by an urgent inner voice
They hold fast to their poetic purpose
Drawing strength from years, they fight on
Never dimmed or surrendering to silence.
Tuesday 9th October 2018 11:20 am
Also by J F Keane:
The Master - for Carlos Ezquerra, 1947-2018 |Pieces of Me
My light shined upon
the dark hues of you-
the vastness hidden
in narcissism.
I coated the pain
with discarded paint,
bleeding through linens
of truth's art canvas.
Fragile yet edgy curves
dance into shapes that
identify me,
granting sanity.
Monday 8th October 2018 8:51 pm
Claire on Tuesday.
...
I’m playing mandolin in the corner of a smokey room
and she sits hidden on the floor playing flute.
She plays Irish melodies.
Everyone is smoking, the air curling with rhyme
Everyone is drinking including me, including her,
Why she hides on the floor behind a chair , near the door
I don’t know.
Everyone is singing , everyone...
Monday 8th October 2018 8:05 pm
Yours Forever
No it’s not too far
That you have eloped
With your new life
As a string still exists
Invisible and yet elastic
And I may seem
To have ended by now
It may sound creepy
But death cannot touch
Me anyhow
Coz I am immune to destruction
I can just grow
And continue to grow in your heart
No matter the distance
No matter you treat me how
And the...
Monday 8th October 2018 5:35 pm
Also by Shruti:
Venom of love | Soulfully beautiful? A myth | Property |To be young with you
I cherish
the nights spent with you,
my dearest friends,
the ones closest to my soul.
These nights are invaluable;
and the love we share
seems palpable.
These nights
restore a certain balance to my life,
a balance that I find trouble articulating skillfully
I can only liken it to
limitlessness
or a grasp of infinity.
In these moments
...Monday 8th October 2018 5:06 pm
Also by Grape:
Velvet Tongue | do i cross your mind? |~REAL AND ETERNAL~
"Real love is something which is eternal" as I`ve seen since childhood..First "MOM AND DAD" Second "DIDI AND JIJU".. Love is made up of Trust, Loyalty,Understanding and Support. Falling in love is very easy but to live in love for years with lots of ups and downs is really hard..One needs to understand what the other one is going through..One needs to support each other..One needs to be protective...
Sunday 7th October 2018 4:21 pm
Dear Society
Dear society,
You don’t see the floods of tears behind my bedroom door
Or the way I gasp for breath desperately wanting more.
Dear society,
You see the cuts on my wrist that I try to shield
And no, its not just for attention ‘cus I wish I could be healed.
Dear society,
You don’t see the texts I’m sent
The ones with the unapproving and self-deprecating content.
Dear society,
You see...
Saturday 6th October 2018 9:45 pm
This heart
Where the hell are you?
I've been waiting for what seems like my whole life
I can't get it out of my head
I thought by now I'd be someone's wife.
Nothing turned out how I thought it would
Is it for the best, for the greater good?
Why is the heart such a fragile thing?
With every rejection I feel the sting.
I look in the mirror but it ain't me looking back
...
Saturday 6th October 2018 12:40 pm
Also by Genevieve:
My love | Boy |{Evil Venom}
{Evil Venom}
Your venom is like an evil
wicked snake knocking
at the door saying let me
in because I am the devil
and as I try to run from
the devil knocking at the
door because I can't
escape myself it's like
holding a shotgun to my
head and pulling the trigger
while blowing my brains
out all over you pussy ass
bitches while saying hot
damn you hav...
Thursday 4th October 2018 8:43 pm
The Journey is the Destination
The Journey is the Destination.
Cast away , far at sea.
The man sits alone.
With a salt-rust key.
Around his neck, bound by shame.
He sits alone with his shattered name.
Waves crash high.
They form down low.
Reminds him of his painful row.
See blue skies through reverse paint glass.
The impossible way.
Becomes shattered green grass.
My...
Thursday 4th October 2018 8:00 pm
A.I. Graveyard
A.I. Graveyard
Laid out across the junkyard
There was a fused Unimate minus an arm
Based at a general Motor factory near London
Which crippled dozens when it exploded
And two robotic waiters from Nepal
Who poisoned dozens of scientists.
A Robot bodyguard to the last leader
With six bullets lodged in its head
And kept chanting danger, danger, danger
For hours after he got assassinat...
Thursday 4th October 2018 12:25 pm
Before the dawn
I will gladly be your beacon,
or equally the hand you hold
in the moments just before the dawn
you fear will never come.
Thursday 4th October 2018 9:42 am
Thin ice
A girl is trapped on a lake
that has been frozen over.
The ice is thin,
and shatters easily.
The ice all around her is broken into pieces
and cracked so much that it was hard to find
the way they fit together.
The girl balances precariously
on a small piece of unbroken ice.
But if the piece breaks,
she either dies by her own hand
or falls into to abyss of in...
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 2:58 am
Also by Elle Shaine:
Hope has been lost |In remembrance
All that I can do
Is sit slack jawed
And picture you,
A vision of kindness
Nurturing us with
Clay soaked hands
I lost a constant reference,
A personification of grace
When I lost you
Now a hazy memory
I can only
Strive to complete and become
From clouded dreams
Of watching you be.
Wednesday 3rd October 2018 12:11 am
Finding You
THE hardest thing to do,
Is find the real you.
Your rawest and purest form,
That in the coldest of days can make you feel warm.
But first, there are events you must go through.
SOMETIMES we adopt the persona of celebrity idols,
Or become obsessed with higher social class titles.
Lose ourselves in social media networks,
Endulge ourselves in the latest trending quirks.
Bu...
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 10:42 pm
Feeling on top of the earth
Free-spirited
Earth lover
All of his own accord
Abundant strides for green, blue, brown, chalk, all
Delight in his resolve
What an earth at those feet of that
Earth-becomingly
Everlastingly
Free-spirited man
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 6:25 pm
Also by rseed:
Smile, there, keep |I would....
I would stand infront of your door,
at night, letting the soaring rain pour.
I would call your name over and over again,
until you open your eyes and remember the dreams we had.
I would whisper sweet things to you,
that's exactly what I used to do.
I would make you feel beautiful,
do you remember how I used to prove it to you?
I would come back home with flowers in my hand,
God I woul...
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 12:28 am
Also by Dee:
Care |The Question
Under the sun and in the rain,
Performing franchise yet life is stagnant
Under the sun and in the rain,
Serving the land for 365 days
Yet life isn't fair
What are we waiting for?
Unfulfilled promises from them
But promises are nothing in our land
Life overseas for their offsprings
But the foolish perish over token
What are we waiting for?
Unpaid salaries from them
But trilli...
Monday 1st October 2018 6:50 pm
Fantasy Prone Personality.
This bed it is a bridge
Of what is real and fantasy
I despise reality
I'd rather keep dreaming
Where I am free
To be alive
Where I will thrive
And my heart can be
Free from knives
I will not cry
I can not feel
I stay in bed to escape what is real
Monday 1st October 2018 1:58 pm
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