A Man Desire
One day I will wake up in your arms.. And I will shine by your Charm.. Without any stress without any tension holding hand in hand.. A diamond will be shining in my babies finger as we will be walking on soft sand.. Happy will be you happiest will be me.. I will be your perfect husband that I always want to be..
Wednesday 30th November 2016 11:16 pm
Also by Krishna Sharma:
Krish Poetry |SCHOOLBUDDY
I lost a school friend this week to cancer
found out by chance on Facebook
we shared close times
in a band together
travelled on bikes when summers were young
challenged each other in photography
found out by chance on Facebook
while casually trawling
to find something mildly enthralling.
The statement came up ungarnished
amongst the litany of rants
dogs doing...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 11:16 pm
Also by ray pool:
TERMINAL FACILITATION part 2 | SHOWBIZ LEGEND | THE OLD KENT ROAD | RETAIL RISE AND FALL | JUDGE RINDER | DOGGING | THE ARCADE | NOW THE DUST HAS SETTLED AGAIN | JUST ANOTHER DAY | TAKE ME DOWN | DUFF MUSICIAN | THE COMMON COLD | GET CARTER (Jack's Return Home) | JACK | RECUMBENT | REMEMBER REMEMBER | LONE WOLF | REFUGEE CAMPS IN PAPUA NEW GUINEA | TERMINAL FACILITATION |Fallen Leaves
The russet leaves are scattered all around,
As urban trees cast off their summer clothes,
And in the pool that fills them on the ground
Reflects the naked limbs that they expose.
They seem to claw up to the cold grey sky,
To drag down icy snow and freezing rain,
As happened during every year gone by,
And winter comes around this year again.
Wednesday 30th November 2016 10:46 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
In Waking Dream | Delusions Of Literacy | Anarchy | Reality TV | as you pass | Christmas Is Not Here Yet! | Autumn Haibun | Curry | Snowflakes | I’ll Go As I Damn Please Into The Night | Grumpy Rant | Just Another Morning | So Long, Leonard | Last Night | Waterfall | Spring Palindrome | Spring Woodland | Icy blast | Dark Enchantress |Silence
Speaks volumes
through the soul.
Yet pierces so deep,
No words, nor sound.
With feelings untold.
The mind is racing
with thoughts so strong,
but the heart has been hurt,
so the mouth won't speak.
Express what you feel,
so the heart can be free.
Open to love,
because it's all that it needs.
Wednesday 30th November 2016 6:00 pm
Also by Dara Smith:
The Attraction |upon this tidal wave of young blood
My mind is a tomb where the gods sleep
To awaken in my dreams
Past and future blur in to the present
My hearts ink bleeds, staining the parchment of the days
It took my mother three days to evict me from her soft place
Aching for the blade to cut me out
Peeling the flesh from the sacred ground
An explosion of screaming guilt and bloody flesh
To lay roots at the foot...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 4:45 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
take me to tokyo where the lights may blind me | a clenched fist full of your ribs, balaam, would mend the ways of many who are lost at sea | morning dew | lay my neck on this block of wood but make it one clean swing | cracked |Done again
A brain that’s been tapped and tinkered is suddenly transformed.
A soul that’s been prodded and pulled is carefully put back in its place.
Thoughts have been dusted and polished and put away in their boxes.
A gut that been untangled, unknotted, instead now tied in a bow.
But then the scars to the brain have split.
The crack in its box is on display.
A scratch to the soul wan...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 2:43 pm
It's time I die
Shoot me or slay me
Or hang me up high
Stone me and bleed me
Please kill me, it’s time I die.
I have been to places
from east to west
I have heard you all enough
fake laughter and jest
’Was taught to fear and pray
All throughout a day
’Was taught to have faith in you
You washed faith away
Wouldn’t mind being murdered
butchered or beheaded
Li...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 2:35 pm
Also by Deshik Dutta:
A Dream |Q
Q
Quadrennial quacks
Quantifiably questioned
Quotations quashed quick
Quondam quarrels queue
Quislings quibbling, quiver
Quietly quelling
Quagmires quaking
Qualified queues quiescing
Quintessential quos
Quixotic quorums
Quadrilaterally quest
Quicksand quandary
Wednesday 30th November 2016 3:27 am
Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:
P |Mr Fantismo and The Pirates
Pull Mister Fantismo to the plank, feed the sharks
Said the pirate's captain to the rest of the crew
As our hero was caught getting the map's preview
And with his memory, remembering the marks
As he jumps from the plank onto the dolphin's back
Avoiding the cannon and now with the ship's chase
Speeding through obstacles and getting some free space
Arriving at island to gather treasure trac...
Wednesday 30th November 2016 1:28 am
Also by Louis Audet:
Mr Fantismo and underwater soccer | Mr Fantismo and Napoleon | The great flood | The swag | Daughter | Wireless | Couple | Survival | Threesome | Our great nation | Kissing her | To be close | Same road | Swing | Fantasy | Mother Nature | Cotton | Losing it | The sinking | Mr Fantismo at the hypnotist | The deal | My next boyfriend | Frost bite | Fog | Slow down | Mexican Festival | Monopoly | Marry | Fight | Banana | The student | Mr Fluffy | Beautiful | The Fishes in the Sea | Smile for me | Hotel Fun | Mr Fantismo and the game | Danger Sign | Delivering |cycle.
Cycle.
The take is always stalking,
What will it be?
Hold off and it will wait…
Now don’t be afraid….
What of the consequence….?
That’ old familiar wave…
It may weigh on you like chains—
but it goes back from where it came!
And the forgiveness of its wake,
that amniotic calm…
Theres safety in the take!
Theres absolution.
Theres power.
Theres satisfac...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 9:33 pm
Also by Brent Cameron:
Dear friend..no more needles | bring me my eyes |Claire`s hair
It`s a fall! A drop!
Sheer from the top
Joy to the sight it is.
A drape! A cape!
Sleek on her neck`s nape,
A helmet of light it is.
It`s a spilled sluice
Of gold juice
At the vintage-squeeze it is.
(The slight stir
Of one hair
Caught in the breeze it is.)
It`s the deep gleam
Of that oak beam
At the head of the stairs it is.
The silk glow
...Tuesday 29th November 2016 8:30 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:
About Jumbo | `I`m not a politician`...Trump | Gerasimos...of Gaios | That`s what we elected them for |I saw my soul cry black drops,
As I sat on the throne talking to god,
Its not like im lonley, I got more to do,
There are plenty of women out there, Other than you,
This is the only way forward, I shiver and shake,
Trying to hold onto a love we cant make,
And I cant try patience I have waited for you,
Not much to go, just the odd clue,
Get bad ass baby, do whateve...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 8:13 pm
Also by Kevin Pugh:
My day today (Pressure and Bullshit) | My Love | On the run | On the run | The End | Roses | Poker face | The Devil Rides, | Hell | Slow train | (untitled) | Pure no more, | Wood. | Mother Ireland, | Old Times | The Mystery that is me | Im down with the Devil | Gimme the good stuff, | Lousy | Beuty | Soul | Purity | Ana | God Loves Bob Marley | Magic and Peace | The Warrior Prince | Goodnight Lovers | Shine a light, | The red Bull | A November day with no money to pay | Greed | Water and Whiskey | I ain't gonna die | Purple | Micks | Sunshine | Apples | The crucification lasted forever. | Sleeping Dogs | Father | Before the Garden | I AM THE SKY | 18 | Jesus was one of Many | My Love | Net | The urn again | Leon | The Pencil | A Distant Light | The Rose | Jail | Dark Moon | Wisdom' Curse |Pondering Paradise
We dream of paradise
It's there in our eyes
When they are closed
And nobody even knows
Which way the wind blows.
We dream of redemption
Mercy for our temptation
We want to right our wrongs
So we can hear the songs
That the tropical birds sing
We know He is listening
We don't know what Future brings
We only what's happening
To us now
As we frown
Eyes cast down
Wondering ...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 7:26 pm
MY GHOST
Let me write you there where my poems fail,
where endings are new beginnings.
Two aging strand ends, two baby lip ends,
two porous tongue ends, two bone finger ends
in line after lines, repeating,
'successive matings, successive deaths is also a line'.
Let me call you there where my being searches for its lost,
where hollowness continues as a road.
An extended yet temporary ki...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 5:47 pm
Calamity John
Calamity John
With and an old man’s eyes and a young man’s wink
Calamity John sat down to drink
His fingers stained with nicotine
While he talked about what might of been
And a look of misadventure never found.
He’d travelled the world from an old arm chair
With a remote control as he sat there
Making plans he’d later piss against the wall
And now and then...
Tuesday 29th November 2016 5:11 pm
alien
..too busy being a misfit
and couldn't become a lover--
roving every earthly scene
just to find a home.
Lifting through
the thick fog
that besets me,
I'm turning on
the search lights--
looking for that place
where gravity seeks
lands legends key
and puzzles mislaid piece.
Tuesday 29th November 2016 2:11 am
Also by nunya:
unto the newly borne.. | blowback | needled | erode | my old school | unreachable |Last Night You Held My Skin Between Your Fingertips
Last night you held my skin between your fingertips;
You washed slow kisses upon my parted lips.
Last night you drew circles across my across my thighs, upon my naked knee;
And gave your closeness to me.
Last night you left lotus-marks upon my throat,
Your eyes seethed against mine, where I had grown remote.
Last night the night lengthened to conceal in billows of silk bliss
The aching me...
Monday 28th November 2016 4:05 pm
Also by Merritt:
Strawberry Punch | Horrible Bliss | The Fish | Don't Tell Me That You've Been to the Sea at Night | I Love Too Fast | You Do Not Go From Me Violently | Where Is My Home Among These Mountains? |A Song for Europe
In fifteen eighty eight the Spanish navy came to fight
To claim the crown King Philip thought was his god-given right
Now millions of us fly to Spanish islands in the sun
The wars are long forgotten, the Armada is long gone
So sing for Europe, sing for peace, and sing to make amends
Let’s raise a glass of sangria to all our Spanish friends
The French are nearer neighbou...
Monday 28th November 2016 3:16 pm
Also by Joe Williams:
Brontosaurus |Unbeliever
I'm sorry but I don't believe enough is being done . Things are kept quiet things are put on hold . And the truth is not being told .We teach our children to be good always fare . And should always be aware of danger . To trust and yes to seek . But things are not always what it seems . Why do they pander to some people doing harm .Why do they resist the truth and then out comes all the harm . The...
Monday 28th November 2016 10:46 am
Anti-climatical paradox
It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life.
You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism.
And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality.
As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall,
so you get indecisive between the f...
Monday 28th November 2016 8:04 am
Also by Connie Walter:
Formidable Love | rudely interrupted | 3am | Loving ourselves |For the one who will never love me for me
Here I am, pinned onto your cross of hate.
Each day I feel there’s no more room for you to pound another nail into my body, you find a way.
Each time you nail me to your cross, hoping to find my soul, you’ve missed.
You won’t break me.
I will not bow down to your level of petty and spite.
Maybe you can tell us what it's like to have such a clean closet filled with the cleanest of...
Monday 28th November 2016 6:23 am
Also by Dana Lee:
a letter to my soon to be ex husband |smoking cigarettes at gas stations
You blow up your pain and burst into vapor
Loving the smell of dangerous nature
Drink to all things you'll get to later
didn't know you'd grow into a tree with flames in your craters
Monday 28th November 2016 2:51 am
Also by Youthfullyxx:
Thoughts scare us | When you get upset it overflows | new jeans | spiritual and religious | We exchange stories that change us forever | Alone | Diary |burning out
everything burns when you're made of fire
energy intoxicates me
the happiness is electrifying
the jealousy is inebriating
desire like a drug.
depression consumes me
my limbs persevere in their shaking and the muscle in my soul rattles.
i fall in abyss like sleep.
i always float on my ocean of petrol
with anxiety i just hold the match.
the flame doesn't flicker.
Monday 28th November 2016 1:55 am
Fidel Castro - R.I.P.
If you need a dictator I’m your main man
I will serve my people the best that I can
All I ever wanted was to set Cubans free
One of the best friends that I ever had
Che Guevara a soldier and brother in arms
When they executed you hombre I was sad
If you want a revolution go to war with me
I will fight to the bitter end just you see
I’m not afraid of the weak imper...
Sunday 27th November 2016 10:22 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
The Man from U.N.C.L.E. | Leonard Norman Cohen - R.I.P. | Transylvanian Encounter |A true image
mirror mirror on the wall
its the hardest thing i've ever talked
y m i judged with nothing i've ever done
is it the greatest gift i've ever won?
y do people always talk negative about me?
is this my popularity or someone's greed,
isn't my heart enough to potray what i m
is it that necessary to become anyone who i never m
y it always happens to me?
this is what m holding...
Sunday 27th November 2016 5:23 pm
Also by anni always:
(untitled) |For the Man to be
Let me walk holding your little finger and feel safe;
I know you would walk with me and not strafe
Let me find my world in those beautiful dark eyes
I am sure they donot say lies
Let me loose myself in those dependable arms;
And I know nothing in the world can cause me any harms
Let me pull your cute little nose
For which you for sure cannot oppose
Let me play with those bi...
Sunday 27th November 2016 5:08 pm
Also by Krati Singhal:
Ford Anthem | I wish I had someone | I Believe, I Dream, I aspire ….. | And i saw her going !!!! | I smiled , but i didnt | Love needs a reason ? |Norman Names Still Considerably Richer
This is the research about Norman names alluded to in the November meeting:
People with "Norman" surnames like Darcy and Mandeville are still wealthier than the general population 1,000 years after their descendants conquered Britain:
Sunday 27th November 2016 3:45 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:
November 2016 Collage Poem: Forking Paths | November 16th Creative Network Meeting |1962
(A re-post from 2012, the 50th anniversary, but now apt again)
I’d never heard my mum or dad speak like that before
“Shut up!” they shouted as we played upon the kitchen floor
This photograph of memory will live for evermore.
An overbearing silence between us then ensues
Embarrassingly trodden on by the TV’s news
A charge of domesticity we kids feared to defuse.
...
Sunday 27th November 2016 10:55 am
Also by John Coopey:
GARDEN OF LOVE (YOUR MOTHER'S SYCAMORE TREE) | I NEVER MEANT IT | THE FLYING TURD | WANTED - 65 VIRGINS | THAT BLOND COMB-OVER MAN | I WANT TO KISS YOU FOR CHINA |Collaborating In Memory (Remix)
A very very different version of Collaborating in Memory can be found last year on my blog but i just wanted to let you all know that's its been published on Creative talents unleashed
https://creativetalentsunleashed.com/2016/11/26/collaborating-in-memory-andy-n/
All been good, this should be in my next full length book 'From the Diabetic Ward'.
Sunday 27th November 2016 10:49 am
Also by Andy N:
The Ghost of Dukinfield Cemetery |Micropoetry
Screen of sky
Scroll up, scroll down
Light breaks, night-wreaks
Memories breathe, feelings sigh
Amongst his status updates
© Juhi Gupte
Sunday 27th November 2016 9:24 am
Also by Juhi Gupte:
Micropoetry | Narcissist & the Empath | Have been a mother, will I be a mom? |Wrote a Symphony
I dreamed i wrote a poem with words wisdom and notes of beauty
Somthing so sound it could of woke sleeping beauty the queen of the east
Joined hands with the demon of the west when i write it's not to write at you i got a pen and paper how could i attack you
What cause words hurt
I mean they tickle a little but action is what makes a mistake
You wanted something calling you out i...
Sunday 27th November 2016 6:52 am
Also by Jay:
Running Trains | Memories |Never Change
11/5 early morning slip-ups
strike you down.
The hunger is ugly.
Early smoke in the sunrise
beckons a call to the forlorn
finding company with
those that cast shadows and cloud
the windsheild.
Cold, Cold, Cold,
numb finger tips
tuning the radio dial,
searching for old solice
despite
the stuttering roar of the automobile.
I remeber her explor...
Sunday 27th November 2016 1:50 am
The Wall..
The Wall.. by Robert Eunson.
This is the place where dove's are nailed to stone..
Where the words we exist to resist, are written on the wall and where the spray can is mightier than the sword.
The year's of endless suffering..the check points..the land grab.the ilegal settlements.
The fear on both sides..The hate on both sides .The death on both sides.
Th...
Saturday 26th November 2016 5:25 pm
Not Dead, Just Messy
Nietzsche got it wrong
And though I’ve often heard it said
I think I’m sure of it myself
Yes - I know I am not dead
I never died, nor was I born
I am older than the Earth
And as for all the stars around
I oversaw their birth
I am ancient. Modern. Wise
Sager than the sage
Though not as great as once I was
But I put that down to age
I remember when I started
On a creative cuisin...
Saturday 26th November 2016 3:34 pm
Also by David Lindsay:
Listen | Wordsworth |Journey Through A Psychotic Break (entry 1)
As long as I could connect and make the words flow I painted the world in my lyrics. At first I found muse even in the smallest of things. As I learned more my words grew and expanded. Rhythm fell in place and danced in my provocative scenes. But the sun's rays no longer see the point ink upon parchment. Death and macabre bleeds out. Happiness seems nonexistent. Ravens cries "Nevermore" as I sit b...
Saturday 26th November 2016 2:40 am
Also by Lilly Star:
Forever Died |Is There Somewhere
11-25-16
I'm sorry, but I fell in love tonight.
With every stolen glance,
and every single chance,
I just can't help but feel this is right.
Without you I am hopeless.
And hapiness seems too far to reach.
I am holding onto you, like a wave grasps a beach.
I am under your spell of hyposnis.
Forever, it's true.
Three words,
Eight letters,
I love you...
Saturday 26th November 2016 12:51 am
Not just a doll
I don't just sit on a shelf
Waiting for you to pick me up
To think I am pretty
Despite the dust
So don't just think of me
Talk to me
Message me
Learn who I am
If I am there
Talk to me
Listen to me
Learn who I am
I will take myself of this shelf
Because I don't want to be
Be that unwanted toy
I have value and not just in memories
So l...
Friday 25th November 2016 11:27 pm
Also by Samantha Howard:
A letter to the mother of the man I love |Decay
Decay
What level have you reached today?
Outside no change
Inside to blame
Soaking the skin of someone
Dripping yourself in
Open ears, eyes, pores and sores
Seeking roots
You decay
Friday 25th November 2016 8:43 pm
Less Than Human
Less Than Human
Crash landed on this barren planet
Twenty seven forty three
Co-pilot killed on impact
And eaten eventually
There’s no food in the food hold
Incinerated by the heat
I’m trapped here in the cockpit
With the bones of Corporal Lee
Got out through the meteor shield
By use of a sharpened shin
That I made into a passable axe
By very careful ho...
Friday 25th November 2016 5:45 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Votive Offering | USMF | Red Poppies On An Autumn Day |Someone You Know but You Don't Know
Two hello smiles
simultaneously sharing complementary
good mornings together.
Few years later
we meet again
somewhere completely different.
Two hello smiles
simultaneously sharing complementary
good mornings together.
My friend asks
Who is that?
eagerly awaiting reply.
A passing face
busy City traveller
catching delayed train.
T...
Thursday 24th November 2016 4:04 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
The Ghost of Captain Dick |My joy is mine
Whatever you try to do, you can't
take that joy away from me.
My joy is mine
I cried when you inflicted me, but the joy
within me comforted my soul.
You would never understand why I smile.
You would never know why I ignore the hateful things said about me, or my people.
I have joy within me that you could never tear down.
Like oil cleaving to my skin, I am clothed with love.
...
Thursday 24th November 2016 12:30 pm
Also by Michelle Smith:
Time to wake up | I can't just walk away | What is love? | Janel and Danny | Whisper | Life is too short |Fall back
Fall Back
The clocks have gone back; Here comes Winter.
The clocks have gone back to the 1930’s.
Cold comfort colours, a siege down the Legion,
old soldiers shields for murkier manoeuvres.
The clocks have gone back; Here comes Winter.
Once again it’s OK to say “send ‘em back.”
Chunks of sunny time flutter dying through branches
Where we built our kids’ futures lik...
Thursday 24th November 2016 8:45 am
Also by Jimmy Andrex:
Andrex comes out....of the attic |WASHED UP
Gazing down at stained water in a slow draining sink,
Arrested me in mid-motion and caused me to think -
Absent mindedly wiping a newly clean cup.....
How we go day to day until we're all washed up.
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Wednesday 23rd November 2016 6:17 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
HANGING AROUND | FIGHTING OUR FIGHTS - ARMISTICE WEEK 2016 | WORDS FROM THE GREAT MAN | REFUGEE |Goose on the loose
Since back then and still now
ideas of life that only I come about
ideas of life That I have been chasing around
some seem far fetched considering how I've turned out
some still alive and I will never know how
some disappeared and will never be found
others are sneaky and don't make a sound
Ideas galore so many inside me they could compose a whole town
ideas of life storm m...
Wednesday 23rd November 2016 8:34 am
Also by Cat Martin:
World |Sobriety
Desperation drives me to distraction.
How I crave the sweet embrace
that caresses me to sleep.
My wonderland, my sweet utopia,
lost at sea and out of reach.
Misery arrives as happiness abandons
and my frustrations get the better.
I subside, slip away,
fall back into myself,
disassociate,
alleviate the ache.
For nobody,
can save me from the pain
inside my brain,
my morbid hate,
...
Wednesday 23rd November 2016 5:48 am
Also by MyDystopiA:
Hit and Miss |My paper
I can confide in you carefree
You don't judge nor scold
Yet you hold no secrets
Wednesday 23rd November 2016 5:31 am
Also by Shetara:
I became the offender | I feel nothing, my heart has a guage | No nothing box | I'll save me | Which one? | I see you | He made me good | The other me | I lost my heart Again |This is Why
This is why I prefer silence
Over the warmth of company.
I always get burned in the end,
The pain is crippling.
This is why I push them back
Instead of opening the door.
I believe their smiles, yet never fails
I always wish to feel no more.
This is why I cry at night
But you’re too asleep to hear
The anguish the pours out,
I am consumed by fear.
...
Wednesday 23rd November 2016 3:14 am
Before I was trying to describe the sides
But all words hide our way to decide
Whether to laugh or cry
But I know now after doing time
In this life it’s never that cut and dry
So I just try to find the midline
And focus on the love to
Fly above or slide below
That need to be like the rich show
Sold with role words like good bad yes no
Promoting a society
Of climbin...
Tuesday 22nd November 2016 1:10 pm
A request for my heart
Mon Cherrie, I wrote a letter
To you it was addressed
But i hear It was sent to another
By the lord I believe it wasn't yours to see
For it expressed the love you showed not in return
My heart with you I require
Love and care you have showed it not
it dies and withers and grows older by day
I have seen another and by a touch we were aflame
I require my heart that I may love again
I know ...
Tuesday 22nd November 2016 9:00 am
Also by Allan:
Life's Mirage | Her |A Wee Meltdown
The wet patch in our
hall was the snowman who failed
to reach the toilet.
from 'Christmas Poems For Children
Monday 21st November 2016 8:32 pm
Bolton Calling!
Bolton Calling!
Working class folk
From a working class town
Bolton calling
Loud n’ proud!
Northern folk
Bolton, Lancs
Got a BL postcode
We're not Greater Mancs!
Built on industry
Built on diversity
We could be a city
Now we’ve got a university!
Work town, boom town
A famous cotton town
Hear the machines
And and the steam engines sound
Samuel Crompton
The Spinning Mule
Ian McK...
Monday 21st November 2016 6:11 pm
"UNCOVERING THE HUSH-HUSH"
Dear God, my father is hurting me again
I want to tell him, his doll is crying in pain
Breaking down in fear, struggling in the den,
Dear God, whom to complain?
I am watching my mamma in disdain,
He is beating mamma, leaving her with stains
The wind now rising amain
Tell him, we are living in distain.
Dear God, tears are rolling over my cheeks again
I am h...
Monday 21st November 2016 4:05 pm
I an Not his Muse
I’m not his muse, and I can never be.
No time, circumstance or chance will let me.
After all he gives and gets, loves, regrets,
he remains my teacher and I, the taker.
He is anarchist and challenging creator,
who advocates the belief I have no need
to be seen and posed as a...
Sunday 20th November 2016 9:34 pm
Also by Katy Megan:
From poetical parody to being me... |The Parenthesized
Your green eyes are shining in the night of my mind
Thoughts are fading away with the dawn of your smile
Words are sailing away, papers are turning back to trees
And God is lighting his cigarette with thunder while scribbling my fate
God is a poet, I think and his words are people
But I'm parenthesized, that's why you can't read me
Stuck in arrogant sentences or thrown to the end
That's t...
Sunday 20th November 2016 8:03 pm
Also by Osman Nedim Tamsan:
Dawn Of Apocalypse |ten minutes of movements 24/05/16
eyes blinking hair is kind of tickling my lip brush it with my left had right hand is moving upon page left toes curl under and now stretch breath in and out head moces to the left quickly but slowly moving to the right leg in now itching itch with left hand moving right arm down the table so that I can reach the page itching nose with left forefinger arm is starting to ache leaning back in chair ...
Sunday 20th November 2016 7:53 pm
Also by beth:
A phone call. 17/05/16 | moments 07/06/2016 | In the hall 17/02/16 | across the river 17/02/16 |Behind the Curtain
A ghost is your presence
Apparition of sickness
A disease with no cure
And as god is my witness
I'll never forgive you
There's no truth within you
Bury my soul
But my rage will continue
Flee from me secretly
Covet indecency
Manipulate others
As you've done so frequently
But lies cant prerend
Nor will demons ascend
The circles of hell
Become your ...
Sunday 20th November 2016 5:39 pm
Also by Joe Grego:
Untitled | Love's Demise |সমর্পণ ব্যাপারে
চারটা তো বেজেই গ্যাছে
তুলসীর মায়া কেটে কেটে তোমারে
বেরোতে বলে- আমি ত আসি না।
জালের ওইপাশে কব্জি ও মুষ্টিতে পেয়ে
লাফায় ঘুরে উঠতেছে বল
দলগত খেলা ভাল যে পারি না তা না
তবে মাটি ছুয়ে গেলে বলতেছ হার এ কথা না মানি-
জন্তুর মত আমারে নাও
ওই বল গিয়ে আমি মুখে তুলে আনি?
বিরক্তে তুমি তাও পায়চারি
আমাকে ভেবে বুঝি এক হাতে বল ঠেলে ভলি কর
আরেকটি হাতে ব্যগ্রতা আছে- লেবু পানি
করতেছ পান
আমি আসতেছি না
তোমা...
Sunday 20th November 2016 3:08 pm
Anonymous
Up there in the swingers' district
where only the houses close their eyes
the mile of grass is an aired plain
every three lights one disappears
an interchange and a parting
a fox-fur collar fumbling at a door
open, shut, silence.
Late afternoon the cars glide
back from colour film and carpet ride.
Whistling twilight, the summer
is a newspaper frown.
You open the wi...
Saturday 19th November 2016 4:29 pm
november 18, 2016: 11:12 pm
honestly, the worst part is, i thought we were friends.
i see that all of you are together, i act like i don't care, but i'm hurting.
it hurts because i genuinely thought the cliques were over - i guess not.
the only thing i can do now is write and talk to ave: she knows what it feels like. its not fun. im tired of their bullshit. im tired of trying to believe we could ever be the same....
Saturday 19th November 2016 5:45 am
A Sequence of Events
1 year ago we were as close as strangers,
unknowing of the sequence of events that would take place
6 months ago we were spending every last second in each other's presence
not caring at all what the world thought of us
agreed on everything, held the same ideals and world views
naïve to the slightest possibility that something could break "us"
3 months ago was the sta...
Saturday 19th November 2016 5:34 am
Also by violet baldwin:
Equality. |Every Child's Right
I see tin Gods, metal Gods and Gods made out of stone.
There's a Sun King, in full swing, a King without a throne.
What's new, can we trust its true, or just the latest trend?
I'm tired of lies, lows and highs, the truth they try to bend.
How many hours, till more flowers to lie on a child's grave?
A snipers gun, takes aim for fun, a coward labelled brave.
No need to kill, to shoot at wi...
Saturday 19th November 2016 1:31 am
Are Lyrics Poetry?
Whether this is a controversial view I don't know. But over the years many have called the likes of Bob Dylan, John Lennon and even Paul Weller Poets because of the content of their song lyrics. I personally do find many of the latter two songs inspiring and poetry like 'That's Entertainment' by Paul Weller and 'Imagine' by John Lennon are two good examples.
I once had a manager who managed tho...
Friday 18th November 2016 4:51 pm
erotic agape
This gushing of love from my eyes
At the dark-haired mug of the stepped-in passenger
Ugly like a dark night with no moon
Dirty with paint and with a grin
Of pain and tiredness and incomprehension.
Love gushes through eyes and pores
Of my skin, leaking out of any orifice
At the reticent hard reality of a train car,
The suited and tied clerk fingering
His phone oblivious o...
Friday 18th November 2016 4:19 pm
Also by Celia:
For Simone Weil |Four London Poets on Saturday December 3rd
Why you should come to Four London Poets on Saturday Dec 3rd.
Number 1). Deryl Walsh. Deryl has long been one of my favourite poets. She makes the occasional excursion into surrealism, but most of her work is observational, succinct and often very witty. I would be well pleased if she were to include the poem about dining alone in a hotel, and the one concerning a visit to the Festival Hall. Sh...
Friday 18th November 2016 2:06 pm
I think that children ...
I think that children
who must discern cause and effect
within the structure of daily activity
especially at home -
whose young minds must hone survival skills
to sustain dignity intact -
often become poets
possessing practised powers
of acute observation
and able to sort details relative to the whole
with calculating minds
geared to steer perception to a des...
Friday 18th November 2016 1:21 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
The Boy Who Conquered Fractions |Just Because
I went out and bought you cupcakes
Just because
I came over and gave you a hug
Just because
I held you close and kissed your forehead
Just because
I told you that you're beautiful
Just because
I dealt with you and your crazy antics
Just because
I made you laugh when you were sad
Just because
Just because
Friday 18th November 2016 5:07 am
First
A first breath means life is put into your lungs,
A first sleep gives you a rest after your journey,
A first tear is for those things that can't go right,
A first chubby little grin is for those things that can't go wrong.
A first word symbolizes the things you will say,
A first step, for the balance and progress in your life,
A first picture, or scribble, for everything yo...
Friday 18th November 2016 2:32 am
Also by Claire:
What the Frickety, Frackity, Fruckity | Haiku:Supermoon | I'm Sorry, Q | Thanks, Q... | Random Hand From the Sky | Wishing Well | Dreams | I Can't Stop | Oh, Q | (untitled) | Silent Songs of Understanding |King and country
He always sat in an upright dining chair
Close to the table
Never slumping
One of his great arms sometimes resting on the table
Whether watching T.V. or just chatting
He was proud of what he had done
Doing his bit
Serving in the Great War
Rarely talking about the pock marked scars
That ran up one arm
And one side of his chest
Like large drill holes
Where th...
Thursday 17th November 2016 11:27 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
It was one of those nights |Existence
A single ray of light in eternal darkness
A flash in the endless abyss
So fast it ends in the instant of creation
containing all of time within
So bright and so absolute
for that instant it is
all there is, there was, there will ever be
this flash of light that is existence.
Thursday 17th November 2016 5:46 pm
"R.I.P. Hubbard (Larry) LaFarge"
A giant he was of girth and growling
We admired and envied his national standing
Shrugged at his red-blooded man-spreading
Flashing on podia and once drunk on t.v.
Where my girlfriend swore she saw his love stick
"It just popped out - made me feel sick!"
- when a string was undone
On his Balinese beach wear sarong.
We aped his style in hats and suits
hand made leat...
Thursday 17th November 2016 4:57 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:
"Thy Darke Mistress" | “On Glimpsing Suzie” |Me vs. I
There should be a sermon today.
I died last week.
I was a hermit, but not in a crab way.
Eat, not as much.
I used to devour meals and prayers.
Trying to spew my sins.
My head spins.
Lost control.
I don't understand my role.
Can't comprehend the toll.
The full amount of damage dealt.
I am the elk.
I make eye contact with the hunter.
My presence fuels his hunge...
Thursday 17th November 2016 4:33 pm
Also by Eury Lil'e Rosario:
Pretty Young Thang | Untitled | White Converse |acute mania (11/17/2016)
acute mania: when life doesn't sit quite well with you, for no apparent reason and with no reasonable discourse. When every impatient chair prick you with pieces of glass. When the animals in your brain tells you to pluck a bird because you're hungry (no matter how much you've had to eat) -- it tells you
pluck, pluck, pluck
youre starving
pluck pluck pluck
youre itching, you're BURNING
PLU...
Thursday 17th November 2016 2:02 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
sleep paralysis 2 (11/17/2016) | treasuretown (10/29/2016) | living weather (11/01/2016) |Harbour
Late morning
the sun high
above the harbour
all is quiet
except for the ferry
that docks every hour
to collect the tourists
and the occasional
morning boat
tugging slowly to it’s destination.
The sea is calm
and glinting softly
and there is nothing turbulent,
no breeze or murmur,
no mention of the way
the world really is,
so you know you must
...Wednesday 16th November 2016 11:02 pm
A QUIET ANCHORAGE
A QUIET ANCHORAGE
Out there she floats where usually
Only small craft are seen
And the odd dolphin.
A monster of a merchant ship
Modern, business like
No sign of a mast
Carrying cars to Dublin
According to the local paper
Waiting for a berth.
Meanwhile she has found
A quiet anchorage;
We stare through binoculars.
He...
Wednesday 16th November 2016 6:06 pm
Haiku#1
Wednesday 16th November 2016 2:53 pm
Also by Albert Van Skywalker:
You're Everything & More | Black Dog | Daniel, My Lover | James Deansgate | Red Sky | The Rize of the Cuckoo | Whenever I Close My Eyes | An Ode to Stacey Jo | Chained to the Ideal | Heroes | Futbol | The Ballad of Madams Wood Road | Too Fat To Be A Mod | Paper Poppy | Black Friday | For VM | The Recuitment Agent | These Shops | Its Not That I Dont Love Yer | Costa Del Fylde | AK37 | Ria | Payday | Anti-social Socialist |Upcoming stuff
Improetry Debut Album launch at Hermon Chapel, Oswestry, Wednesday Dec 14, 1pm matinee; 7.30 with visuals. Improetry is a six piece improvising band.
Still Hoping - Illustrated collection of poetry - due out soon !
Album of poetry and guitar - also due out soon !
Wednesday 16th November 2016 11:54 am
Haiku
Workers and poets
down tools:
Cohen is dead.
Tuesday 15th November 2016 9:01 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Cohen. | Election USA | AmeriKana |His Charm
He was charismatic.
Where ever he went, he added laughter and multiplied happiness..
He divided others sorrows and even subtracted it.
Unaware that he knew perfect mathematics.
He was seeking for many answers from life...
Oblivious that all the answers were in his own heart & eyes.
His eyes lit up every time he spoke something he was passionate about,
He smiled all the time with no qualm & ...
Tuesday 15th November 2016 4:05 pm
Also by Sharvari:
Amalgamation | Ephiphany | Galaxy | Fractured Heart | Give Love | Solitude | part of me | No Goodbye :) | My Poem |clouds closer to home
fill the most devoted eyes
moonstruck all the same
Monday 14th November 2016 3:52 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
(untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) |Damaged Goods
Can't be too damn good
Wakening in the hood
Pulverized by the dude
In dark brotherhood
Monday 14th November 2016 1:53 am
Also by Richard Wlodarski:
Cry Foul | Cosmic Love | Conduit | Bohemian Rhapsody | Beyond The Senses | Be Guided | And Yet So Very Hopeful | Alone...Not Alone | Almost M. J. Lemon | Abused | A Passionate Love Affair | A Moment Of Your Time | A Life's Worth | A Life's Wish | A Life's Purpose | A Life's Existence | A Fading Memory | Closing Time (For Leonard Cohen) |A Crimson Respect
A Crimson Respect
A poppy – red bold in bloom
Hold’s sorrows head low and stooped,
The wilting pride of yesteryear now
Besieged by conflicting forms of politics;
Still bleeds the same as every death -
Every ‘Ypres’ since then,
They argue,
Instil the battle never dies on foreign fields
Or,
Upon the souls of Britain’s
Sacrificial lambs,
...Sunday 13th November 2016 7:17 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
The Death of All Hope |ARMISTICE DAY
While I've been doing my stint down here on earth there have been astounding advances in technology, men on the moon etc. but all these achievements would not have developed so quickly had they not been precipitated by the advent of war as best ways of killing people, then in between wars modified to more peaceful pursuits Why is it that mankind can develop so quickly in this respect. and at the s...
Sunday 13th November 2016 1:33 pm
You're My Man
O! Tell me again my teacher
hungrily, I listen to your story
ravenous, by candlelight
call it out in a sooty street
Make your incisions with deep insight
the surgeon stillness of those deft hands
wisdoms draped in laurel leaves
infinite movement, sweet inertia
Shower me, my master
my naivety gladly surrenders
in the wake of your delivery
O Len, sing for me
some story I can dismant...
Sunday 13th November 2016 12:21 am
A White House or A Farce House ?
Awe inspired
While the whole world was
Expecting a
Brilliant lady
In a white-house
Drawing a blank
It witnessed a
Clown in a Farce
House,where
With the rob of Democracy
Takes stage Autocracy!
If spoken must
Be the truth
The revolting unfolding
Augurs ill to the youth,
The successors,
The task forces of
A given nation,
Who deserves
A better attention
To take the nation
To a n...
Saturday 12th November 2016 6:31 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
A"Wicked woman'"From a Wicked Man |A Memory of Millions
The way the soft wind moved the dust to the field and kept it there sitting
The way the summer sun was setting and hit the dust just right in that open field
It glowed; bright; gold
Everything had to be perfect for it to look how it did
Now the sun has moved and the wind didn’t blow it right and it wasn’t the same
The chance I had to see that perfection was one in a million, but it ...
Saturday 12th November 2016 6:18 am
Also by B D:
Ignorance |Why were their poets silent?
In Dark Times
by Bertolt Brecht, translated from the German by Humphrey Miles
They won’t say: when the walnut tree shook in the wind
But: when the house-painter crushed the workers.
They won’t say: when the child skimmed a flat stone
across the rapids
But: when the great wars were being prepared for.
They won’t say: when the woman came into the room
But: when the great...
Friday 11th November 2016 12:02 pm
Gardens of reality
A day in paradise ....
A slip of the foot ,
A cry for help ,
A shoulder to fall back on .
All it took was a stroke of magic ,
Again ,to see the stars twinkle ,
Again ,to experience the world in technicolor,
It was ,but a dream !!
Lightening struck with thunder ,
Eyes clapped shut ,opened with a jolt ,
It was an entry to pandora s box !
It was an entry to ...
Friday 11th November 2016 6:31 am
Poppy
I bought a poppy today
For the husbands, fathers, sons and brothers
I bought a poppy today
For the wives, daughter's, sisters and mothers
I bought a poppy today
It doesn't matter what it cost
The poppy I bought today
Was to remember lives lost
I placed a poppy today
It was placed in a sea of red
I placed that poppy today
In remembrance of t...
Friday 11th November 2016 12:54 am
GIRL OUTSIDE
Have you seen her eyes?
Like searching grass stains
Reaching, reaching up the bark
Of her rough touch, rough hands.
Legs like hay, the hairs like needles,
Could lose thoughts in them, do you understand?
Oh, have you seen her eyes?!
Like dancing lily pads,
I once tried to catch them in the lake.
Silly mistake, oh big mistake
Because she can be a swamp,
Her pull like...
Thursday 10th November 2016 5:27 pm
Animal Cruelty
Here is an elephant.
He knows not of what is going on
or how he got here. Neither do we.
He divides opinion, like the foul stench
of an onion in a warm room.
Some chant of its values,
smell only what they want.
Some simply cry.
The elephant fixes his tiny eye
on a mate.
“I’m gonna grab that cow by the pussy
with my tusks,” he thinks.
Followin...
Thursday 10th November 2016 3:15 pm
My World Through My Eyes
Never had I ever imagined my life
Never had I introspected my world
All I did was, dragged my life through
Without hope and happiness in my heart
Still young, but my eyes have seen a lot
From good things to bad and to worse.
Hardly did I ever breathe my freedom
Bounded by the shackles of my fate
Pulling me down, down to the dust
Blowing me away from this world
Into a deep ocean, where f...
Thursday 10th November 2016 11:38 am
A Rapturous welcome
1.A Rapturous welcome
I woke up this morning
No tea and toast
Wondered where Dad had gone
Probably shopping, but who knows
Just no sign, none at all.
Put the news on
Purely as a distraction.
Planes have crashed,
Cars have crashed, buses have stopped
The trains keep their usual bad timetable
News off, still no sign of tea or toast
No sign of Dad ei...
Thursday 10th November 2016 6:17 am
The Small Hours
There’s the taste of truth in a coffee cup
Steam rising gently and sweet.
I am sitting with blankets and thoughts wrapped up
In the darkness where both of us meet.
It’s the small hours where I hear you close
When night fades softly to dawn.
We keep talking and reaching, gravity shows
In our rooms with the curtains drawn.
The taste of coffee reminds me now
Of futures that only can be
...
Wednesday 9th November 2016 3:52 pm
He'll Make America Great Again
America
Don't give that man your tears today
Though it's dark now you'll find a way
Now is the time to laugh, sing and create
Throw the bile back at his tangerine face
I call on the punks, the poets, the artists, the revolutionaries and the visionaries, don't let the spark be snuffed out in vain
Come together and show him how you'll make yourself great again
Wednesday 9th November 2016 3:09 pm
the days move on
slower than ever
but surely
im getting better
i no longer hear your voice
in my empty head
i'm starting to see happiness instead
Wednesday 9th November 2016 1:05 pm
Why I Will Not Keep Calm and Carry On
With events across the pond, this seems an appropriate time to raise a little cry of defiance over the state of my own nation, and to remind myself that there's still some fight left in us...
Why I Will Not Keep Calm and Carry On
When I was young, the golden rule
of how to get along at school
was Keep your head down. Don’t make waves.
Don’t stand apart – you’re not that brave.
Sad...
Wednesday 9th November 2016 12:25 pm
seasons
When my evening turns to cold
So deep , dark and bold
When wind speaks to me
A sense of terror I feel
No more bright and blue sky
Covered in white, so high and dry
All I could see a timorous night
Asking for a beam of light
Here comes the summer of life
Light is glowing and ready to thrive
All my agony and anguish no more
Warmth -of -heat seals my soul
What I had once now pa...
Wednesday 9th November 2016 5:21 am
Also by Unabridge_soul (Tulika):
Soul |A Mum
I used to see you in the kitchen
Running around with messy hair
No makeup and no time for tea
Not a second you had to spare
I used to see you in the bathroom
Trying to get little teeth brushed
Stubborn little darlings
Not understanding the blur and rush
I used to see you in the living room
Trying to find that missing shoe
There’s no time to find it
Wellin...
Wednesday 9th November 2016 12:40 am
We wait with bated breath, to who will kill the rest of us ?
Whether in an Aleppo sky or hung on a wall
A white vigilantly or a dollar bill that falls on Clinton’s floor
We wait with bated breath for those that will kill us all
The black noose will become an accessory in Georgia
Or a closed shop on Capitol Hill
With each candidate you and me never win
We wait with vile breath, who will strangle the rest of us?
And in...
Tuesday 8th November 2016 8:57 pm
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