Story of my month (30)
As I write this poem, the final of the month
Reading back at venture and discovering self
Knowing the blended life that is shown on the shelf
Little telling stories about my living front
Being sexual being, and being prideful mom
A hard working lady to a caring partner
All facets that displays my fragile ground marker
Towards a smiling face from hectic to the calm
I hope you enjoyed ri...
Thursday 30th November 2017 10:27 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
Story of my month (29) | Story of my month (28) | Story of my month (27) | Story of my month (26) | Story of my month (25) | Story of my month (24) | Story of my month (23) | Story of my month (22) | Story of my month (21) | Story of my month (20) | Story of my month (19) | Story of my month (18) | Story of my month (17) | Story of my month (16) | Story of my month (15) | Different | Story of my month (14) | Story of my month (13) | Story of my month (12) | Story of my month (11) | Story of my month (10) | Story of my month (9) | Story of my month (8) | Story of my month (7) | Story of my month (6) | Story of my month (5) | Story of my month (4) | Story of my month (3) | Story of my month (2) | Story of my month (1) |LAST JOBS IN THE GARDEN
a low sun teased me out
from a pool of shadow
searching for signs of new life
even as the soil plotted against it
overhead a plane like a silver pen
wrote a lazy trail
scattering high hopes
dead leaves in disorderly fashion
a classroom of empty heads
awaited my rough comb
and a crisp goodbye.
Thursday 30th November 2017 10:25 pm
Also by ray pool:
QUEEN IN THE KITCHEN | FORTIFICATIONS | BLOOD SPORT | THE GOD APP | DISLOCATION | STITCHED UP | ST.ANDREW'S PARISH CHURCH | PARADISE LOST | IN THE WHEATSHEAF |Just Maybe
I try to be there by your side throughout the year’s but now the time has come for you to be by my side through this incurable illness I am dealing with but I’m left out in the cold waiting for you and maybe that will change before I’m dead
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©One_Pissed_Off_American_Ghost_Writer/Tina Glover Originally Writte...
Thursday 30th November 2017 8:38 pm
Also by Chiari Warrior Soldier:
Popping Pills | Invisible ? Ghost Writer | He Told Her Today He Doesn't Love Her Anymore | Tears In Her Eye's | To My Eastern Band Of Cherokee Native Americans | I Was Born This Way | Hillbillies | Country Is How I Live My Life | I Did Once Love Him | Feeling's Of Being Stalked | Truth Of Our Love | Delicate Rose Bud | Loving Him | My Chiari Journey |Nov 30th
For 20 years I cried on this day
I checked out on this day
I hated this day
I mourned on this day
A little girl kept quite about this day
A little girl felt ashamed on this day
A little girl that was drowning in her own blood on this day
A little girl had to pick herself up so her little brothers wouldn't see
A little girl no more
Dug up holes to bury it
This ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 7:42 pm
Remember and Respect
Respect is little to ask for
To remember is to respect
To respect is to remember
Those who paid an ultimate debt
When generations come together
To acknowledge not to mourn
It gives out a special feeling
That’s calm sincere and warm
Hats off to those who turn out
In rain or wind or snow
In aid of those who cared so much
They joined up and decided to go
They went to different place...
Thursday 30th November 2017 7:13 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Can you hear me Mother? | Under the Gun | The Blue World below | Anecdotal Attributes | Do they really want what’s best? | Is there a coffee in the house? | Political Correctness | Truth and Lies | I only work for the Council | Rumours | Families at War | The Place of Dreams? | Vicious Cycle | COLOURS | Hideaway | Talking Eyes | Friends Prominent | Parenting for Dummies | Is there a nurse in the house? (Audio) | THE SCAM |True love
If its yours
You won't ever need to chase it
It will find you when you least expect it
And you won't ever need to ask it to stay
Thursday 30th November 2017 6:33 pm
Also by Wardah:
What goes around comes back around | Home | Perspective | For the Pain | Regrets | Something about You | Baby steps | That kind of a day | Actions speak louder... | Break the Cycle | Deaths Awakening |The Traffic Memorial
A bronze Teddy bear rests at its base.
A little child's doll looks forlorn in face.
Sitting in all weathers, patiently to wait.
A doll who's missing her little playmate.
I see a victims discarded walking cane.
Another life lost, another buried name.
2 fingers on a wrist watch frozen in time.
A set of keys lie beside this 'traffic sign'
A pair of glasses, smashed on contact.
A lonely c...
Thursday 30th November 2017 5:22 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
Winter Time | Magical Days | Let's Be Each Other | The Robin | Secrets | Feeling Blessed |Dreaming and you
I went into that same awful dream.
That sad night movie still repeating
to this trapped audience.
Our empty bed long recoiled
from the warm spot where you once slept.
The house bereft of everything
but the dust of our together days.
Nothing to hear but the beat of my breath,
the breeze that diluted your scent centuries ago.
Then you shake me awake
‘Are you O...
Thursday 30th November 2017 3:32 pm
Also by David T Jones:
Dawn by the river | Relationship karma | Wistful @ Wittering | Beatification and snacks |Back To Infinity.
I have seen our souls escaping,
In my dream state.
Bearing witness as they swiftly drift through the night breeze with ease and it nearly appears as though they are...
retracing,
Their,
precarious steps across the sands of time but before the hands of time they were headed toward the City of Lost Ways, located deep inside of a jungle which has somehow lost its days, and yet the su...
Thursday 30th November 2017 12:50 pm
The Gift Of The Gab
Why do they always think they know better . Why not give others a chance . Thinking their always right when all could be wrong . They are rude and sometimes uncaring . Won't let others speak has they find . Thinking their thoughts are the only ones listened to . So others keep quiet and find . It's best to jump in and be forcefull . Be brave speak your mind , have your say . It's better than not ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 5:20 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Excuses for Extreamists | Hope | Politicians | The Bravest Of The Brave | Bad Feelings | Our Banks | How Dare He | Faith In Others . |"Diana Prince Forever!"
Snob!
That's what my parents always called me with a smirk
But I wasn't
I was just different
The highlight of my week wasn't watching Knight Rider like the other boys
It was Wonder Woman
Imagining myself wearing her gold tiara and bracelets
Her lasso of truth
Spinning round and saving the world
Then going back to being normal Diana Prince
My older brother bought me Action Man
And ...
Thursday 30th November 2017 3:54 am
Motivation
Motivation
I'm really impressed with how
professional everyone is
Despite where your eyes go
It takes a lot to wake up
Every morning and
Do what you're told
Despite what you know
Of the world
I like that tie
You're wearing
That's a wonderful
Hairstyle
Are we ready to
Make money
Are we ready to
Monopolize
...Thursday 30th November 2017 12:43 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
Meet The New People | Little Flashing Man | Improvised Devices | Imperfect Circumstances | We could be artists | Drawing Circles | Another Thing Again | Content | Playing Adults | Miss Stoic | Ex-introverts | Dirty | pledge drive promises | Traveling with you | Like Snowden |Broken shells
Guarded and cocooned was I,
In a shell , believed to be built in stone .
Years of shelter from the warmth
And distances from hearts ,
Had indeed induced a chillness soaked within .
He broke the shell, as if it were of thin air ,
His enthusiasm made me lie bare .
Apprehension and disbelief lasted a while ,
But, the excitement of a whole new world at my feet ,
And t...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 4:50 pm
Deeper By Night
my wish ing well dee per by night
the moon a pen ny tum bling in
through cease less re vo lu tions I
lay as un con scious on the floor
some one laid a coat o ver me
the old in tox i ca ted rogue
up to my neck sink ing dee per
I hoped to wake un a ware of
where I lay be fore the thick et
of par tic u la ri ty has
me pinned in place like a spi der
or fly on the web just to praise
the o...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 4:50 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
A Poem Between Friends | Refugees | Refugees In Peril | Much | A woman is like a white | Swami Speaks | Fundamental Particles |The Seasons Pass
i. Spring
The joy that springs as dormant world revives,
Renewing all that winter’s sleep had lost.
The vivid green that sprouts and quickly thrives,
When freed from chilling chains of snow and frost.
The ice begins to melt, the streams to surge
In spate, to swell the rivers to the seas;
They pass, and feed the flowers that emerge,
And succour the renewal of the t...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 4:41 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Another Day | A Bee Meanders | Early Train |Healing Your Heart.
Your eyes supply the unfortunate clue
The uneven pathway of tears
Give away the hurt you have been through
Ripped apart, picked apart your heart
When something so beautiful has been broken
It can never be as it once was
Put back together and possibly re-awoken
Held in place by sheer will and hope
No matter how much of your heart you give me
I will respect it
No matter how much of yo...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 1:40 pm
Also by Duncan McKenzie Ross:
Words and Truth | My Choice | Today | Love Hate? | Wake Up | From Here to Hades | Another one from the crazy dream collection ( as yet untitled) | Armageddon | Sailing With The Stars (revised) |Accidents Will Happen
For all the aging punks . With apologies to Elvis Costello.
Oh I just don't know where to begin:
we don't want it forever
so it's now or never.
We should keep them hanging on
till the investors have gone
and make sure they can’t get in
without a police chaperone.
chorus:
Because accidents will happen
if we let the frackers win
and we’ll all be the vi...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 12:27 pm
Also by Tim Ellis:
Yesterday |The Glowering Mists of Autumn
The Glowering Mists of Autumn
As I travel life's journey I'm often-times struck
By a vision both novel and possibly true; that serenity
In a dangerous world without luck,
Is impossible; but is there a temporal divinity?
Perhaps the root causes of wonder and joy
Really are in the sky, or on Dante's fine peak,
Or my fireside, where the dance won't annoy
In the compa...
Wednesday 29th November 2017 9:06 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:
Perignon | De Jeune | Great White Heron | Life by Numbers | Australia Centurion | Air Worthiness | Lady Porcelain Kindness | The Tower of the Winds | The Humble Heart of the Craftsman | The Quiet Soldier | Pavane | Tone Poem | The Imperfect Gardener | Sun - Kings |cell
Belief
leads me
through the trapdoor
of
my
mind
into the cell
No walls
save for my
own convictions
Life fed
through
a hatch in
the
closed
door
to freedom
No bars
save for
myself
Sentence
to solitary
within the
convictions
of
my
Own mind
Wednesday 29th November 2017 7:14 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:
to be a lamb | A girl called intensity | salvation | Monochrome Secret | Death of Belief | cut copper | Seeping River | pigeon |My Muse Is Dead
Beige walls stand empty where original artworks once hung
A woman, beyond her years in mind and body, sits at her desk
Staring at a screen that, despite vast knowledge at her fingertips
Is empty
The cloud of cognizance that enveloped her has cleared
Ridiculed by those she trusted
"Over medicated"
No more pills
No more gange
Nothing to help control the demons within her mind
There is no f...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 10:23 pm
Also by Miranda Fegan:
Untitled | Good Girl | My Ray Of Sunshine | Pick Up (A Selfish Poem) | Creative | Stupid | Take Them | I Miss You | Homesick Walls | I Can Be Good (Z) | Cast Aside | I Know Who I Am | How Are You | My Ocean (S) | Haven't Changed | A Promise to You (Z)(11/01/2017) | Soul (10/16/2017) | Not This Way (Z) (11/20/17) | What on your mind? (Smoke Signals) (October '17) | A Cloud of Cognizance (October '17) | Patience (September '17) | Oh, Pixie (January '17) | Bittersweet (S) (July '17) | I See What Is To Happen (11/8/2017) | Sol (9/11/2017) | Home (20/11/2017) |Letters with Words
Sky gets brighter
Black dog appears
Calling my name
Whispering as he nears
Words softened, falling
One by one, letters
Clinched, left broken
Fragments and pieces
Captured and glued
A story is breaking
Two sides reconciling
To harmony and healing
Tuesday 28th November 2017 8:13 pm
Sitting In thoughts
Sitting in thoughts, deep thoughts, hoping that tomorrow will bring a better day. Tired of sitting at home, thinking, deeply, in thoughts. Looking at my phone, wondering if, i will get that call to say there's a job vacancy. Come along for an interview. That one job that will make a big change in my life, a life I long for, a life that will give me all I desire and more.
And as the day closes a...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 4:45 pm
"It"
Where did He put it?
Why can't I find it?
Is it in the dew drop on the sharpest tentacle of the grass?
Or is that tree hiding it in the 90th ring in its bark?
Do I have to find an 8th sea in the quest to have it?
Or should I look for it in the drop of blood of the ant squished under a giant's foot?
Did you have it as a legacy or got it in inheritance?
Did you somehow lose it a...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:49 pm
Also by Sidra Shahid:
My Dear Muse of Writing! | Gradual Descent in Life | "You're so lucky" they say! | Am I the worst one You have yet made?! | Dear God! | Burn the Fairytale Books! | The Subjects Don't Change, The Effects Do! | I am not whole | From myself to Jane Austen | We are All Actors | Questions Questions | My Anxiety | Poor Little Rich Girl |The Theif, The Craftsman, The Artist, The Liar.
I'm afraid to kiss you
Because of the fear of being left breathless
Gasping for air
The theif you are stealing life from my lungs
I'm afraid to leave you
Because without you near I'd surely fall apart
Picking up the pieces
The craftsman you are, putting me back together
I'm afraid to be loved by you
Because of the unrealistic, idealistic picture you paint of me
Every brush stroke
...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:05 pm
has to stop somewhere
Dare i to write a masterpiece of never ending rhyme? Where story flows and emtions grow with every single line?
keep writing and writing until one page somehow turns to four, nd four keeps on growing until suddenly there are four more?
And try as i might i just cant stop from letting the ink flow. Everything i write will link and just seemingly appear to go,
For example when starting to w...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:03 pm
Also by Scott Villers-Stubbs:
News | parenthood |A Fire Screen for Learning
A Fire Screen for Learning
A card table and fire screen combination
a wedding gift to my parents
made entirely by hand
A woven tapestry of an alpine scene
in a wooden frame covered in glass
Every evening I would remove it
from its place in the hearth
re arrange it into a low table
on which my school homework was placed
I sat cross legged within easy rea...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 12:26 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
The Najd | Disdain | The Visitor | What Comes Next | People Watching | Enveloped in Darkness | Destiny | The Passage of Time | The Cerebral Cavern | November | Appearances | Ageing | The Rat Race | Juxtaposed | My High Street | The Young | Petrified | A Life of Anxiety |Ridiculous Rhymes
If I were a terrier
life would be merrier
If I were a hyena
I'd be served a subpoena
If I were a cobra
I'd rarely be sobra
If I were an otter
I'd behave like a rotter
If I were a cow
grass I wouldn't allow
If I were a hippo
I'd go in for a dippo
If I were a vulture
I'd acquire some real culture
If I were a rat
I'd fart at the cat
If I were a cheetah
...Tuesday 28th November 2017 11:57 am
Also by Jennifer Malden:
Jealousy | Perceptions | The boyfriend |My Pain
My pain
No more vibrations in my heart
Those beating are on a routine task
No monsoon or spring in my valley
Those changes are purely seasonal
Why then I pray for a rain
Is it to seed burdened pain in my heart?
Why then I cry for a rain
Is it to hide my tears behind?
I am nothing, neither a proud vacuum, nor a filled ocean
A journey from me arou...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 3:32 am
With Love
summer ages with
a sudden hour
thin and
sun-softened
words follow
like leaves
each their own
separate turning
my sister tells me
what i don't remember
morning softens
bleeding into
a new light
and she begins
again
Tuesday 28th November 2017 3:14 am
Also by A.M. Clarke:
A Room Alone |Hole
Sometimes, before I fall asleep,
I close my eyes and try to remember,
Hoping to drift away in the comfort
Of our memories; the time we stole.
From where, I don't know.
But I am sure of this
Instead of peaceful bliss
I receive a kick in my stomach
Too painful to describe
It reaches my chest
Giving me shortness of breath
All sense of comfort is lost
Somewhere in the time that we sto...
Tuesday 28th November 2017 1:06 am
Also by Wonderer:
While I wait | Lethargy |BOGBRUSH BEATRIX
I’d just cleaned up the clagnuts of a right humongous dump
When my reverie it got disturbed and on the door a thump
Announced the cleaner’s coming so I quickly let her in;
She raced hot-foot into the bog and bent beside the rim
Proceeding with her bogbrush to scour the crap within;
I saw we shared a fetish which is difficult to find
So I lifted up her tabard and I blobbed her fro...
Monday 27th November 2017 10:36 pm
Also by John Coopey:
TAX EVASION | THE-SAD-AN'-LAMENTABLE-PASSIN'-O'-ALBERT-'IRST-AN'-'IS-PORK-PIE RAG | METRE | EMMA, EMMA ENEMA | IT STARTED WITH A KISS | HE WAS A FRIEND OF MINE |ANOLINI
ANOLINI
Anolini – pasta shells stuffed with meat
And cooked in broth, is what we’re eating;
Steam rises from plates but there’s no speaking,
We sip Chianti to moderate the heat
The first to break silence admits defeat;
Parmesan a generous sprinkling,
Grated black pepper our noses crinkling;
Each Christmas a ritual we repeat.
This dish from the mountains of Ital...
Monday 27th November 2017 9:55 pm
Windows into Me
This is a window into me
Look and you may see
Smudges of yourself
And reflections of society
Windows in the form of
Framed soliloquies
Exhibitions for free
Clean my glass chalice
Clean my glass cauldron
Clean my glass coffin
A voyeurs gathering
Windows into me
Take a look and you may see
Smudges of yourself
And reflections of society
Monday 27th November 2017 2:35 pm
Also by 220August:
All Dead | For a moment (Lyrics) | Seduce me | Missing you from me | Fall and Foster | Now Julie says man | When Our Song Becomes a Prayer | To Evona From Corbin |Pantoum For Near Death
Her thoughts in the water
eyes the colour of the moon
mouth bubbling aether's froth
trying to speak, to breath
Eyes the colour of the moon
wording quick ancient tongues
trying to speak, to breath
ebbing loose her essence
Wording quick ancient tongues
mouth bubbling aether's frother
ebbing loose her essence
thoughts in the water
Monday 27th November 2017 11:15 am
Also by Kealan Coady:
Protest At An American Petrol Station | When Bees Make Honey In A Goat's Skull | Abilify | Cold Cup | Notes On A Soiled Mattress |Frost Bitten Stooge
What should I take with me to winter?
The warmth of your cheeks or the ice in your veins?
Through Cold hearts
Flow cold stares
When cruel intentions were small embers crying for life
Everyone of your kisses fuelled its flames
At every touch a chill
At every intersection I assessed this impasse
Masked as a self inflicted wound
Bombarded by over valued assumptions
I cav...
Monday 27th November 2017 1:22 am
Insomnianguish
Unconscious torture.
Memories cyclically taunting me.
A dream stained pillow.
Caressing the caged audience screaming within my mind.
Agony unrelenting.
Smears of black accompany tear tattoos beneath my parched eyes.
Twilight, my best friend.
Sunday 26th November 2017 10:57 pm
NOVEMBER UNIFORM
Still with the written word - my comic-crime novel of the above title is now available via Amazon (Kindle
version) plus a "look-in feature/ while print copies can be ordered from the above and other major retailers. I've managed to include some rhyme/verse at various points in my story and that pleases me.
ISBN 9781786232502
Christmas is coming!
Sunday 26th November 2017 5:09 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
AGE OLD CONCERN | TELL ME | A THOUGHT FOR REMEMBRANCE SUNDAY | THE MENIN GATE - Remembrance Day Remembered | JULIA HARTLEY-BREWER | JULIA HARTLEY-BREWER |VENT OF ABUNDANCE
It was twilight,
blaze peeping the pane.
All set to fly,
and to break the chain.
All of the sudden,
she was free.
Of so-called fetter,
and of life's spree.
Without any frontier,
without any irk.
She was at bliss,
even enjoying the quirk.
To reach the top,
let's sit at vent.
Be ready to fly,
and eradicate the dent!
Sunday 26th November 2017 4:10 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:
CLEAR THE FEAR |The latter of the two
This is short and to the point.
life.
no the Earth.
The Earth has given you two choices:
The first being as a scorpion trapped in the deceptive tangles of a well made web, a lemming in man's cycle of destruction, of both the mind and the physical.
The second being as a frog, cherishing the habitation and nourishment received by the lily pad that springs forth of the moist bed, allow...
Sunday 26th November 2017 12:37 pm
kitchen
for amy
kitchen
my gran clears beer lines,
caustic fizzes in the sink;
round the kitchen table -
my baby walker now a car;
the scent of daytime beer.
the dog smells dead fowl;
yelps, pines for running,
my dad’s van and Sundays;
feathers as death’s proof;
heavy, high, hanging flesh.
vicious grins and woollen hair,
pagan gods of carved turnip,
...Sunday 26th November 2017 12:30 pm
Enemy of the Wall
Sunday 26th November 2017 8:44 am
Also by Andy N:
Sadie Davidson - council home and silent |At the end of my day
Every breath I take
Every second alone that passes on
Never before I had felt so little
Never before you had gone
Had I ever said that much
Why couldn't you see the truth when everything was there
Nothing was there to hide
Everything that I had to abide
Every time I see your face now
I see only your smile
You have gone so far
That only your shadow speaks with ...
Saturday 25th November 2017 7:50 pm
Also by Dipta Gomes:
Perfectly Broken | Mindless Whispers | Love passes with time |Passing Fashions
When they grow up they dress in a new life:
a family of new suits and shirts to wear.
And the ties are new too.
He strides out on his new catwalk
proudly wearing his new self,
blind to the day the cloth may unravel
or fade or lose its style.
What will clothe him then?
I shall not grace his shoulders again:
I am the coat he has outworn
in my pockets are his memories
...Saturday 25th November 2017 4:17 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:
Danse Macabre | Winter from a Window | Parallel Echoes of Love | Ancestral | Three Haiku | Microcosm | Zen Reflexions | Above the Valley |How do I love?
The lamp lit up
The dark room
Eyes half-awaked
A blank stare
At blinding light
Like a ray
Shooting the self
Capturing
Reasons to hate
The good life
That must have been
When one day
Faced a road's bend
Beheld pain
In the mirror
Bleeding tears
Drowning the sight
Of real love
Of a real man
Worth to fight
For forever
Beyond death
And to a dream
Of a life
Of love beyond
Everyth...
Saturday 25th November 2017 4:41 am
Also by Marianne May:
To the Waves and to the Sun |18
I wish I could say that I want you to be happy.
But truthfully,
I want you to miss me at 3 am
when your bed is cold.
I want you to feel sad
when you're in the car
and my favorite song comes on.
I want you to realize
that I'm not around.
I want you to notice
the traces of me everywhere.
I want you to feel this
just because
I'm too selfish.
Saturday 25th November 2017 4:00 am
Also by Maria Renea:
May Flowers | five courses. | Drunk | absent | Cheating | I can sense goodbyes | November |The Wind's Lament
( a section of quatrains excerpted from a larger narrative poem)
The sun which once warmed the morning dew,
Gave my breezes the scent of thyme,
Now it barely climbs above the yew
Spreading over that grave on the chine.
And what if I danced now before you,
As the waves along the shore?
Would you know that he did adore you,
Feel the warmth of his love like before?
Oh Annie! Soon the l...
Friday 24th November 2017 6:54 pm
THE RENEWABLE CYCLE
RE
In days of old, at the dawn of time
when life was microbes in primal slime
Mother Nature in contemplation
declared the start of repeat creation.
Varieties of life, will grow and mate
in a unique way to perpetuate
forms of life with various span
plus one special item, “Intelligent man”
where worldly creatures, whatever of station
will in death...feed the Earth,
for a future gene...
Friday 24th November 2017 4:25 pm
Also by ken eaton-dykes:
YOUR NOT HALF THE MAN HE WAS |If It Started This Christmas
As the year moves ever closer to it’s end,
I wish to call out to each and every friend,
to say I wish them all peace and goodwill,
with plenty to eat & even some wine to spill.
The greatest gift I could wish to see for us all,
would be peace and love forever, so that we’d recall,
it started one Christmas and was then always adored,
I believe if we share goodwill we never would be bored.
Friday 24th November 2017 3:36 pm
Reflection
Look in the mirror, who do you see
You call your self by the name
Is it really what you feel?
You judge the shape of yours
But can you see within?
Start pointing things to change
Why can you stop being mean?
Accept the beauty that you are
And see yourself us shying Star
Friday 24th November 2017 3:01 pm
Also by Artur Hulboj:
Moment to moment and in between | Guiding Pen | Drum | Emotions |Love losses
Since that mans lady left him, he's not been living sober, he spends a lot of time talking to the inhabitants of his shoulders , one tells him to "give up son you know you life is over" the other says "stand strong mate you've always been a soldier"
What's done is done you've had your fun, now I'm afraid it's time to move on"
I watch him wondering around in time, pretending and tel...
Friday 24th November 2017 6:47 am
Also by Luke:
Our comfort | A positive step |Society
As an organism, I’m tied to natural
rhythms, natural scales, natural life cycles.
And I sit in my concrete home, watching sci-fi
LED technology, drinking a liquid
synthesised in a tank, which I’m not sure really
is an actual drink, although the flavour is
supreme. So I wonder where does reality
come in? That I am natural, I rely on
the sun to make my food, the air to brea...
Thursday 23rd November 2017 6:31 pm
Also by Rich:
Machine | About our world | Quiet |Favourite Shoes
My dad's favourite shoes
He saved them for best
He wore them just once
As we laid him to rest
Dedicated to the loving memory of Jack Evans; love you dad x
Thursday 23rd November 2017 1:07 pm
By-the-Sea
They were living the dream-
Their dream:
All candles and sea hair
In Carmel-by-the-Sea,
Where crisp breezes flow
Through wispy ocean trees;
Where they lie in tequila sunrises
Finding each other in daydreams
Of tangled cotton sheets and hair.
In a web of silk and satin sand,
Skin in moonlit waters shone;
He laughed of sailing to the sea,
She talked of drivin...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 7:48 am
Also by Tia Lattanzio:
Lay Still | August 9, 1995 | Paper Dance | Crytallized Ginger and Eskimo Kisses | Made of These | Split Pea Soup | Pinup Girl | A Criminal Mind | "I" |Destined to succeed
I have no reasons to stop, no reasons to halt,
I have no reasons to cry over my fault.
I have no reason to fear, ah! no depression;
I have no reasons to regret
Or betray my passion.
Life often puts me in a hell,
Yet I find a grace,
When it pushes me unto heaven
I don't lose my face.
I might have got no respect
Not a penny fame.
Yet I am not without a critic
Nor without a dirty ...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 5:43 am
Sweetest of Places
I guess them cigarettes just caught up to you
You watch me grow up into a man
Thank you for not letting my mom adopt me out
I know things won't be the same without you
Can you not go yet
I know it's selfish to ask you to stay
But you always cared
I just wanted to thank you for that
I don't know what to do right now
This water just keeps pouring out of my eyes
And I don't know how t...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 5:31 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
My Birthday Wish | The Waiting Man | Letter To April | Not Alone | Good Morning Sunshine | Forever Girl |LET GO
Photos tell a sunny
tale
Seldom are the
dark moments
recorded
As I age I find comfort in that
Better to let ugly experiences
rest in bad dreams
For that is what they feel like...
not real
Such a gift that is for those
who know how to let go
of their nightmares
and cling to sweet memories.
By Lynn Hahn
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 2:28 am
Also by lynn hahn:
STORY | ONLY A FOOL |Don't Let Go
Your smile melts me,
With just a laugh I'm yours.
I see your eyes bright up and it drives me wild,
Releasing the butterflies,
Allowing them to fly with joy.
I said I love you,
As you simply smiled and hugged me.
Don't let go...
I will miss your warmth,
Your way of making me feel safe.
Tell me to stay the night.
Let me fall asleep in your arms,
Let me f...
Wednesday 22nd November 2017 2:22 am
Also by Joanne German:
The book |All the same
...
so slowly I walk alone
like the cat in the love song
you two will meet all the same
in the dust of my heart beat.
so as I say my farewell
two friends or lovers
as far as i can tell
I'll catch my last train all the same
so good bye
so good bye.
he wants to be with you I know
he sez it in songs of dreams.
no morals for the bells
as they, they chime for you
we can sit and l...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 10:09 pm
Excuse my hand
Love
A term I seldom use
Summer clothes
Packed in tight
Memories
A voice declares
"Doors closing"
Faces forward
Such quiet
A hushed phenomena
What would our ancestors
make of this crushed
closet?
Strangers allowing strangers
thier Intimate space
Expelled air
The body's breath
A nervous cough suppressed
A weary sigh
eyes meeting
eyes ...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 3:15 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Nowhere to go | Where lays it? | Where did it go? | Elliot | What's in store | (untitled) | Brothers in bed |Milestone
Milestone or
Millstone?
Holding me back
or
Propelling me forward?
Measuring my progress
or
Reminding me of missed opportunities?
A rite of passage
or
A gift drowned in the middle passage?
A lost visage of my lost cultural heritage?
How do I know when I am a woman?
When does a man know to begin to desire me?
How do I nam...
Tuesday 21st November 2017 2:00 am
Also by Dyphrent:
Carpe Momentum | Uncomfortable | Upset | Orchasm | Inevitables |Sleep
The daily cycle,
The Monotonous grind,
The constant desire just to unwind.
When everything but that occupies your thoughts,
Life is but a burden,
Of that I am sure.
Whether you remember or not,
It's release is so sweet,
Not once more,
But a twenty four hour repeat.
Monday 20th November 2017 8:43 pm
The rhythm of the trees
The music of the axe
can be heard half a mile away
singing and swinging
As it falls and bites
The even rhythm of sweat and spittle
In the big gnarled and calloused hands
Marked with drizzle from sinewed flesh
Every blow counted across
Arms legs and back
revealed being almost as old
As the tree, itself
among great searing knotted oaks
That look on through noddin...
Monday 20th November 2017 7:55 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
Dance of death |I'll get back to you
Five words can be all it takes to set your mind at ease for a while.
Great, I'm not forgotten you'll think.
I am of interest.
But time passes.
Time heals all wounds?
Time brings with it opportunity for worry.
Time is the enemy of the impatient.
Time feeds the anxious like oxygen feeds a flame, fuelling the panic until it burns so brightly it consumes everything in it...
Monday 20th November 2017 5:17 pm
Also by RightInTheFeels:
Upon Reflection | Twilight Reclusive | Bad Joke |A Storm Was Raging
I woke this morning
before dawn
In the deep
quiet of the night.
A gentle breeze was telling me
"Go back to sleep"
But I was restless.
I rose thirsty, thinking of water
but found myself walking
Past the kitchen,
to the back hall.
I put on my sandals and left.
Walking east, I marveled
at the brightness of the Morning Star
"Phosphorus" you had called it once;
it seemed...
Monday 20th November 2017 2:29 pm
Zimbabwe, November 2017
Zimbabwe, November 2017
I'm not a fan of coups
But if this one ousts Mugabe
Then, woohoo!
Monday 20th November 2017 8:55 am
We Shall Remember
41 million casualties since the war began
John Condon among them, died like a man
He was only 18 when he met his demise
Ypres, Belgium he finally closed his eyes
We shall remember
He wasn’t the youngest to serve in this plight
In Serbia Momčilo Gavrić claimed that right
Promoted to corporal instead of being at school
At eight years old he was the armies fuel.
...
Monday 20th November 2017 8:43 am
HUGGED
you fit tightly around me
chosing to be close to your heart
holding you closely in my arms
praying never to loose you again
every second of a minute
every minute of an hour
every hour of a day
squeezing memories forever
never will yesterday be the same
for now is now that feels so great
to seize everything good or bad
nonetheless, all of this is worth it. :)
Monday 20th November 2017 7:52 am
My Angels Casket
The Saints even have a diabolical laughter as they watch my Angels cry. This Halo of Death has become the horror of my mind. Anguish has but a shrill scream that exposes my grave. Is it true, I will be buried alive? Chocking on the chains of my Angels Casket, gasping from hidden Sorrow, my Reaper shrieks from within. Dancing with his glee awakens the Beast. Volatile is his character. Shards of gla...
Monday 20th November 2017 5:42 am
Where are you Hope?
The days grew lull and lull
So did the yellow walls
Trapped in them was a beautiful soul which had
Dreams that got faded dull
Wondering if she got stuck in the fall
Satisfying the needs of her faithful
Alas! Sighed her ambitions in dismal
Is this the fate of every girl Trapped in the strands of marital tinsel?
No! Shouted the relentless hope from the dark tunnel
"I may n...
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:29 pm
I am deflated
I
Am
Deflated
I
Once
Soared
High
Sunday 19th November 2017 10:19 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Mime Rhyme, slightly different | Who is This Woman in the Mirror SHAPE POEM | Anxiety |The Dresser
From the front at least
A beautiful victorian dresser
From behind
The ugly truth
Assembled from wooden orange crates
The company name stamped
Telling of a former
More humble existence
Two little drawers
One at each side
Gunmetal latch handles
Age worn
From opening and closing
Hold family secrets
Make up
Lipstick stumps
Snaps from Blackpool ...
Sunday 19th November 2017 8:23 pm
Silent Noise
On a cool summer night when there is no breeze blowing
no horns or cars whizzing by
nobody talking on the sidewalk
no engines running
Nothing
I am alone with my thoughts
and for a moment I forget who I am
I forget I have been murdered by my memories
and I realize I would give up every good thing in my life
just to forget the bad from before
Sunday 19th November 2017 4:37 pm
don't burn.
to you,
i am nothing.
every memory
every laugh
every smile
every tear
every mistake
every argument
every compliment
is nothing.
i could never compare
to weed
according to you.
i could never compare
to autism and down syndrome jokes
according to you.
my love for you
the fact that you're my best friend
the things you've help...
Sunday 19th November 2017 1:18 am
Also by m.k.:
maybe, I.J. |The Ballad of the Classroom
THE BALLAD OF THE SUPPLY TEACHER
I’m going to burst, I need a pen,
I had it first, say that again!
I’m feeling sick, You got a tissue?
Watch this trick, I heard her diss you…
It’s boring this, I hate this school
Can I see Miss, I play the fool.
I always leave before the end
I just sit here, beside my friend.
I won’t change seats, you can’t make me
What ...
Saturday 18th November 2017 5:53 pm
Also by mike booth:
You're Fizzy | the Oyster Dreamers |On The Other Side
On The Other Side
stagnant darkness snakes the sky
shadows a silence lullabied by
those still allowed to sing
the echoing sirens who tied our hands
prescribe a quiet time
slow down they say
weave space to dream
but there is nothing left to dream of
to dream we must disturb
the choking
poisoned
scattered crumbs
that led us like hungry child...
Saturday 18th November 2017 4:42 pm
A Fistful Of Beautiful Memories Turn Me To Dust
The galaxy of the heart also pierces
on beautiful memories..
Pipette starlight buds open
Atemporal filaments spark and flower
Rekindle the There-Here Duality Mrs
Time's double-slit ricochet tickles
the visitation re-flash miraculous
often disconcerting ~ thus vanquished
The swerving memory lens
swivels one-eighty
and simultaneously back
flash...fl...
Saturday 18th November 2017 12:36 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:
A Notice To All Interested Stakeholders Of This Blog | Afterimages In Space |who wonders
do any of them
miss me?
do they regret
that which never happened
do they remember?
fantasize?
wonder?
it's probably just me
who does
Saturday 18th November 2017 6:26 am
Also by Jenn:
tell me | is there | Prada |Forget the Fantasy
caught up in a moment
feelings turn into actions
with hesitated movement
yet so full of intentions
when did it start or begin
we didn't know
where would it lead us
we didn't know
all we knew was to let it happen
to kill all of our lingering curiousity
to never question the what ifs
to lose the control we've maintained
the answer was always unclear
yet we could feel that it's rea...
Friday 17th November 2017 11:49 am
Lie
I write this on a rainy day
i guess you can never take the pain away but
what matters most is what the pain teaches you,
something deeper than the ocean
it makes you realize the real you.
They say pain comes from the truth and the lie
was invented to cut a corner and make everything seem
smooth but in my experience the lie is the truth and
the truth is the lie because I te...
Friday 17th November 2017 7:50 am
Missing Out
Sneaking out at night to lie with your virgin girlfriend under the stars.
Seeing her face in the crowd at your High School football game.
Having a huge group of jock friends.
You never experienced any of that.
It's over. You lost at life.
Time to man up and become a provider.
Time to downsize and save for retirement.
Time to Gillette shave your face and become...
Thursday 16th November 2017 11:37 pm
shamed
Shamed
I’m hard-up, poor
I look it
So I keep my head down
And shuffle, carefully not touching
Beautiful, clever people:
They must be
Beautiful and clever
To be so rich
Thank God – - -
Is there one? – - -
I’m not yet about to
Sit outside McDonalds
With an open cap
And a dog
Summer’s good: nice and warm.
Winter’s better.
I’m shamed.
...
Thursday 16th November 2017 5:40 pm
Also by Dorinda MacDowell:
Her Present Darkness |Like a moth to a flame
Myself I have to blame
After declaring“I have severed
Our relation, intolerant to
Her theatrical and self-seeking love game!”
Back to square one, under
The pretext of sympathy, of course,
Buckling under her sight and voice
I acted the same,like a moth to a flame!
Though my siblings and friends
Advised, “A leech, if she has no other intent
Then, inconsiderate, she'll bleed you dry
Wh...
Thursday 16th November 2017 2:25 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
What a lesson? | Psychological dome |Before dawn
Before dawn.
All the locking mechanisms went missing and the guns have vanished along with them.
Fumbling-dumbfounded-investigating the metal loops where pins used to hold secure--but now the doors have vanished too!
The crisp, grey winter air bites like growing alarm and there a beautiful female figure takes slow shape from the desolate wood; encompassing what once was an ...
Thursday 16th November 2017 1:38 pm
Also by Brent Cameron:
One | Free |Goddess
She who seeks shall find,
Tasting the fruit of essence
She becomes alive!
O wild wombman, I see the passion
I see the stars in your eyes
The dreams, the hope -- hidden deep inside
It took a lot to bring you forth,
Shedding the layers, I so carefully placed around me
Breaking down the walls, exploring myself
Deeper and Deeper
Then I realized,
You are ...
Thursday 16th November 2017 3:17 am
Also by Gabrielle Renee':
Untitled |The Sound that Destroyed a Room
Bing bang boom
The lie was discovered in the room
Bing bang bong
All those that believed are gone
What once was said can not be renewed
Let this be a lesson for all of you
The danger was not with the truth
But instead the darkness that consumes
Filling you up with your thoughts and connecting those imaginary dots
Instead of floating higher, your pulled d...
Thursday 16th November 2017 2:56 am
Also by AmyLogan:
The “Great” War |To Poets, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newman, Sorry, James
Where starts
this obsession?
Surrounded by words, lines,
How can one just explain all these
affairs?
Thomas,
Under Milk Wood,
Or Armitage, perhaps.
At school with War poets, Shakespeare,
Marlowe.
Finding
prose with the late,
Great Brautigan. Hearing
McMillan's radio programme,
The Verb.
Maybe
poetry’s Peel?
Does poetry's appeal
c...
Wednesday 15th November 2017 8:20 am
Also by James Dust Jacket:
Rose Tips/Undesired Destination |told
rejoice
I remember her eyes
ever gone a grip sudden regret
I never wanted to go I tripped can't forget
Still absent in a void once you were there
long hair across my face you made me aware
Wednesday 15th November 2017 3:34 am
J'accuse...!
I accused her of pinching my dinner
She said "you think you're a winner"
But how can I love some old schmuck.
Who can't even defend his crisp duck!
( for reference see `N'Shya....and me`......posted 9th July 2017)
Tuesday 14th November 2017 6:34 pm
November 2017 Collage Poem: Frozen
Gossip is simmering internal fathoms deep
So crazy for you I’m petrified by love
Witches watch the children cry,
As the jazz man freezes at what is here,
The Tesco Ghost floats like a butterfly
But gets stung by a speeding lorry
Freezing weapons like bullets
Then swallows wanting to come home
Crazy one-upmanship,
Leaves no more to be said
Frozen in...
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:49 pm
That Clear Day
& I stroked her leg she said stop yer giving me sensations
I faltered at her temptations
Smoked a cigarrette
Burnt my regret
An offering I overplay
& I saw the clouds roll in on a clear day
& I’m hurt
& I’m torn
& I’m ragged
I’m alone
& I Iead myself on
With no fucking collar on
A walk round the block
No bags big enough to pick up the shit that I drop
...Tuesday 14th November 2017 9:21 am
Also by Jeff:
Soft Silence |Sad Thoughts
we shared our fears
our ambitions
how we felt about love
in a world this cold
it's hard not to feel so alone
paranoia finally got the best of me
she knows i wont rest in peace
we always knew this day would come
a fate filled with grief
id give anything
to hear you say goodbye
one more time
Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:53 am
To my Anxiety
Why do you always tear at me,
like claws removing flesh?
Yet hide behind the guise of help
like you're putting "lies" to death?
We both know you're the liar,
the accuser and the fraud.
Falsifying honesty and truth -
playing at god.
I've never heard a good thing from you,
you've only ever held me back;
put me down, picked me apart,
acquainted me with what I lack.
...Tuesday 14th November 2017 4:00 am
torquemada downtime (11/06/2017)
The warm waxon wood of tables
Lined in Heroes' hallways, notched
by us:
Hatchet traders,
Toothless Raiders
Deserter hellhounds chasing sunsets
Roping and reigning
Cheating and feigning
Silverfang'd denizens of dives and drag shows
FREAKS
Wrangled beneath
The white hot board of kinship
growing like mould in spaces
secret and sacred, sold sages
sharing scar and syringe, rattling cag...
Monday 13th November 2017 2:52 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
benkei autocannibal (11/11/2017) |Shower
Sanding in the shower
Thinking of my woes
Comtemplating life
Water circling my toes
Washing only take a minute
Thoughts and dreams much longer
I love this time for me
It makes me feel much stronger
A knock at the door
Breaks me from my reverie
"Mum, are you done yet?"
Ah, back to reality
Monday 13th November 2017 1:21 pm
Also by Jenny Kelly:
Superpower |Waddell Creek Beach, California, USA
Fiery bronze
and copper-white cliffs rise
motionless
against the mighty
oCean blue
Black granite sentinels stand
in anxious waters
unmarred
in austere pose
Restless and daring
the waters thrash
amid rock
sand and stone
whetting a wilted past
Blankets of worn bells
cling tightly to the black
clay bedrock
in the shadow of towerin...
Monday 13th November 2017 1:10 pm
woods/fireflies
woods
the woods where i can blast my music
and problems away.Where no one can
destroy me from being me.Where i can
have parties and not get in trouble.Where
i can take a walk and never get lost.Where
i can feel the fresh air and hear the silence
thats never there.The woods where i can
stay up and n...
Monday 13th November 2017 10:51 am
Also by anon-ymous girl:
monster | a mini monologue | I am | smile | no one sees | I hope. I want. I remember. |Insecurity
...Insecurity...
Apply one drop,
if humble is the desired adjustment.
Two compounding the voodoo charm of this magical elixir!
WARNING. Do not apply under the influence of drugs or alcohol.
Doing so may effect your ability to operate heavy emotions.
If this occurs induce seclusion and call your lifeline.
Read Product information sheet enclosed in packaging bef...
Monday 13th November 2017 4:34 am
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