A Rush
A Rush
A bright spark to a dull mind
searchlights beam for inspiration
as the tunnel is abandoned
its dampness gone, the stench with it
Lights scan the heavens and horizons
body and mind exhilarated
transported, enervated to peaks aloft and wide
Ideas fuel enthusiasm to burst the samovar
milk boils over in fleshy wonder
It is worth it, it has arrived
the track...
Friday 30th November 2018 8:59 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
Perplexity | A Covered Mood | The Womb | The Shopping Mall | Winter´s Icy Blast | Quietly Exceptional | Down Under | The Valley of Chimneys | A Moment in Time | Reformation | A Welcome Sun | The Fireplace | A Fading Light | The Red Poncho | Feelings | The Fallen | A Treasure Trove | Can the Vice be Broken | Not in our Name | Dispossessed |ACCEPTING REALITY
Everything in this world comes, to stay a while - then goes,
Be it a gargantuan dinosaur or a softly fragrant rose.
Maybe one day we'll accept the fact - it's right before our nose,
But being mindful of how we are - just WHEN, do you suppose?!
.......................................................................................................
Friday 30th November 2018 8:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
IN THIS WORLD | MISANDRY - You Too? | UNTITLED | UP IN SMOKE! A Saturday theme poem. | POLICY | THE WEALTH OF WORDS | JACK THE GIANT KILLER | MIND - HOW YOU GO!! | SMILING THROUGH | SPOOKY - OR WHAT? | LAST REPORT | LEAVING HOME - a Saturday theme | MUG SHOTS | LAST CHARGE | 13/4/18 - before "The Big Push" |A Hundred Thousand Whys
A violent attack
innocent victim struggles
sharp steel blade
strikes without thought
cuts deep inside
senseless barbaric killing
another life lost
hundred thousand whys
angel of knives
sends a message
to those who
carry lethal weapons
stop and think
before street crime
leaves more scars
for more families
one day it
might be your
Mum and Dad
...
Friday 30th November 2018 5:33 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Walk on Blue |Red and Green Christmas
We wish you a red and green Christmas
It was Christmas Eve in the workshop
And the elves were feeling jolly
Their little woollen hats
Were decked with mistletoe and holly.
Their faces alight with smiles
Not a sad thought in their heads
For Santa had agreed that Christmas
Should be green and red.
No blousy buxom Barbies
Or action men with guns
Just lots of fair...
Friday 30th November 2018 4:01 pm
Also by eve nortley:
This must be Christmas | It's war | Aged 13 | Winter Wisteria | Congo Childhood | Human Jenga | Drowning in your eyes | fatal attraction | The adoration of cats | South of the border | Gang 13 | Bidoon | asylum seeker | The grumbly, rumbly, bumbly cats | The Pugs and the Siamese | Modern Slavery 2018 |Sourdough Recipe #2
Building a civilization
is a lot like baking a loaf of bread:
All you need are the right ingredients,
a little know-how,
and an oven.
Friday 30th November 2018 3:06 pm
Eat This Poem
Take this poem
read it
with open eyes
mull it over in your mind
let it roll off your tongue
let the taste of it
stay with you for a while
may it make you think
and satisfy your appetite
let it linger
until you get hungry again
a poem is a plate of words
served up with relish and spice
wipe your mouth when finished
once satisfied
be glad the po...
Friday 30th November 2018 2:22 pm
Also by d.knape:
The Dog Listens---A Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | The Dog Listens---A Poem by O.L. Buzzerd | Avalanche Of Leaves | Dogs & Cats | Testing Poets | Abused | After The Day After | Getting Over It | Things I Am Thankful For | Grackles | Don't Ever Forget | Leafless | The Space Of A Lifetime | Sweet Dreams | Mother's Eyes | Rules Of Conduct | Out Of The Blue | Ella Minnow Pea | Sisters | Red Rose | Keyboard Inspiration | Keyboard Inspiration | Keyboard Inspiration | Rejection Notice | Aluminum Cans | A Soldier's Death | Sunspot | Leaves From A Tree | Oddities | Speed Demon | Hat Trick | EUPHONIA |An act of kindness reciprocated
I was sat outside a Manchester caf,
What happened next will make you laugh.
Sitting there with my dog next to me,
Having eaten a sandwich ,with a cup of tea.
A man rushed by wearing a posh blue suit,
Dropped 50p in my cup ,"Your dog looks cute."
A lady sat opposite next to her cup,
I dropped a pound in it,she was made up.
Friday 30th November 2018 1:55 pm
Also by hugh:
The new boyfriend! | A free drink day! | Breaking the ice | Scot,a sad loss | Even more Haiku or Hughku | Freedom of choice | Hughmericks | Desire | Full of beans | Wayne's pain turns out to be a sore point | Wipe out .Wet wipes an enormous cause of sewage blockage | Deal with an embrace | The sound of silence,11 o'clock 11/11/18 a silence haiku | More haiku or hughku | Marriage name change B.Hind to B.Bottom | Anya | Change of plan ."It was miles better." | Keep feeling young singing a song. | A period problem , a pupil problem and a lame excuse | Amelia the young witch from Sabden does it again | Memory loss |Yes There Is Always
The chorus of the poor
Says the Economist,
As if it is a given,
An expected outcome.
A Greek tragedy
To be rewritten
In modern for the hungry
Minds of the better off,
An entertainment for the few,
While the poor hold out their palms
With a radical point of view,
An imaginary paradise called equality.
Friday 30th November 2018 12:39 pm
Gordon Hoyles as read at Richard's events at The Red Lion, Manningtree
Friday 30th November 2018 9:51 am
Also by Gordon Hoyles:
Gordon Hoyles as read at Richard's events at The Red Lion, Manningtree |Silent Echo
Silent Echo
Regenerate a voice that sales no promise
Agitated by a spoil that is only common
A vivid Spectrum isolated with gray
Drift away to mend the tired
Outcast the routine, Cure the Trial
Lift a torch to a unstable reaction
Turn a corrupt citizen from tame
Spark ignited through guidance
Spoken word left to disadvantaged miracle
A friend with a passion to stay
...Friday 30th November 2018 8:07 am
White Rose
Pure and dear
Love that wins hearts
Bring millions of souls near
Yet so fragile even so sweet
Just like the sweet white rose under a feet
Trampled and broken
Withered dry and being lifeless all around the day
Whatever there was inside
Nothing seems to remain within its wall
Nothing to keep its inside firm and fay
Love if loved
True to one's heart
...Friday 30th November 2018 6:49 am
Engage or Disengage
Engage or Disengage
My writing's unconventional
My head is kinda shot
My readers don't know what to do
To stay or to stay not
I push our social boundaries
Convention I abhor
My lines can be emotional
At times a little raw
I pour the rush and tumble of
My mind out on the page
It's up to you as reader to
Engage or disengage
Don Matthews Augu...
Friday 30th November 2018 6:38 am
Also by Don Matthews:
Are You in a Dark Mindset ? | Rudder, Drive | Blog | Fear in the US | Losing It | ATM Give No Rupee | I Wasn't Expecting This My Mind ! | Listening to the Blues | World Toilet Day 19 November | Yoshitoka Sakurada : Japan's Minister of Cybersecurity | Mary and Jack | Setting the Bar | 69 t0 45 | What Do I Write to Increase Comment ? | Teaching Brian Drivel | Owl Mail | What I've Done is Dun | Leaving Home | Stir-Ups | Stick it Up Your Selfie | Learning Poet | Thought-Jumps | Rapper Kayne Meets Trump | Oops... | The Trouble is the Clubbers | Disrespect Can Lead To Domestic Violence. Stop It Where It Starts | Hello There.... |With remorse, never
With remorse, never
Friday,30th November 2018
I never regret
and let
her speak the mind
I find no artificiality
yet we had no meeting ground
the differences were never found
but we couldn't get on well
the doom was likely to swell
"should we part"? I parried the question
she didn't reply but made no mention
I understood the gravity
there w...
Friday 30th November 2018 2:28 am
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:
Takes me somewhere | The gentleman | Less we sink | Full thrust | Humanity is | Words do have | From the golden cage | No rewinding | Helpful always | On departure | Acceptance | Meter gauge train | Where to find? | Mother, only you | The friends are | Excuse me | Same act | Embrace | Handle the theme | The darkness | Show of contentment | Words not spoken | Real conscience | No deal in art | Not like dead | The new movement | Lips are | Holy crown | No conclusion ever | Real thrust | Not all glitters | Inner reflection | Falling star | The poet and | L O V E | Love, no burden | I spoke clearly | Love me not | My daughter roopa | Close to nature | Interaction | The true image in mind | My late wife | I pledge it | Give a slip | The writers | Better way | Strong desires | Best out of | We know | Our human race | An awesome experience | From the strength | Great harm | The sad end | Worth for self | Don't hide | Show it to | Curse on him | "Me too" mar harm | The money power | The beauty of an eyes | Where is frankness | Join me | An innocent soul | Dipawali* | O death! | Unity has strength |Twenty Ways to Ruin a Poem
It’s best to sneak up on the reader.
Change the meter,
Change the rhyme,
Change the tone,
Or change the subject.
Try to do something unexpected,
Like confessing a crime
Or secret perversion,
Even in a
Short poem.
Thursday 29th November 2018 8:18 pm
Also by Randy Horton:
To Define a Thing | Confessions |Underwater
The code is in the message -- the message is in the code
it's a riddle,
but you live it everyday trying to figure something out
every day you're trying to open up an envelope
every day you're trying to scratch off a secret
There's going to be some pay back,
there's going to be some take off point
...and everyday your wondering when it's really going to hit the fan
you...
Thursday 29th November 2018 7:31 pm
Also by Pagan Poetry:
Railroad Crossing | Seven Senses | Time loop | Motion detectors | Doors and windows | Sharpening Knives | Lullaby | Scaffolding | Weightless in Space |constantly away
my mind drifts
restless and disconnected
searching for a tethering point
the moment escapes me, nearly
tentative steps
towards a blank space
hope to get there by morning
Thursday 29th November 2018 6:36 pm
Also by Prikcab:
A Song for You |BLACKDOWN RIDGE
BLACKDOWN RIDGE
I thanked Maggie McIver, deceased, today –
she’d left a bench, with an envied view,
to walkers on top of Blackdown ridge
who sometimes stop to train their eyes,
to stretch a bridge to the northern side
of the gentle Downs that sit so pretty
some ten straight, clear, bright miles away.
Her bench was placed just off the track,
its back to the scores of...
Thursday 29th November 2018 6:28 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:
MOONWATCH | QUIETER |Same
Purely real is gone today
idea mirror past
A rag squeezed bone dry
Nothing more to imagine
Tales told once told 10 times
Thursday 29th November 2018 10:48 am
Also by Reggie:
Community | Valence | Online | Join in | Luck | Gifted | Instead | Slant | Wet | Well | Sunrise | Reverse Gear | In need | Man oh man | On me | Not him | Sitting here | Her | Built |eric
Today, my soul feels restless.
But for me that's just today,
for you there's not another day to feel any other way.
Besides breathless.
God I want so badly to help you.
Please come back for just one moment
so I can help you.
Somehow we lost you in the laughter.
We didn’t think you could be hurting.
You loved just hard enough.
If I pulled the sun back...
Thursday 29th November 2018 4:47 am
Also by Sarah Mae:
the parting poem | Why Are We So Delicate? | the red poem | It Was Almost Love |Pain of the past
My heart is broken, my head is fryed
my lifes a mess, i hope your satasfied
you through me up you through me down
you brought me back, smashed me on the ground
my heart is aching this pain is changing me now
these scars show i have a past
it keeps coming back around just as fast
love has taught me nothing but that one thing
never to trust again......... again never to trust aga...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 11:18 pm
MAGIC MOMENTS
A record slides from within its sleeve
palm supported to the deck;
the needle descends,
he takes his place
to where she curls up with that special face.
While reaching down to pull him off
he stays her hand for Rachmaninov,
a musical climax steadily building,
his spirit soaring.
Something about his isolation worries her
as he closes his eyes;
she sulks a...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 9:08 pm
Also by ray pool:
THE INCINERATOR, ON A LATE NOVEMBER DAY | LAVENDER FIELDS FOREVER | IN NORWAY 1976 | A SOLDIER THAT CAME HOME | THE ASSEMBLY OF MEN | REMEMBERING | STANNAH STAIRLIFT | SUICIDE STREET | DREAMS AND LIES |Grand designs
Maybe my path
will see lighter days,
right now I’ve got to make light
in the most creative ways,
so I’ll grab my brush
with bright colours I’ll paint,
a world that is mine
And in that world I’ll play.
Wednesday 28th November 2018 9:06 pm
Also by Megan Jones:
Ache | Miss memory | I feel |So where is she?
I can't see her so
Where?
Somewhere?
She was here once,
I turned
but
I see her nowhere
so where is the somewhere she is is?
Words and fotos Tommy Carroll
Wednesday 28th November 2018 6:43 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
I have NO idea | Brexit: A learners guide | Austerity | Christianity and other myths | Christianity and other myths | Trench-war development |Calm My Mind
God please calm my mind
And heal my heart, I am drained
Please take away pain
Wednesday 28th November 2018 6:31 pm
Normal/Insanity
Are we a person who is inward looking out, other people around moving at a pace while we consider it's just another race, perceiving that insane normality could be on the sharp point of a blade, maybe the slanted edged absorbing disciplines to be normal, the other sliding down into the depth of hellfire losing the will to be strong, evidence of any emotional adjustment regressed to a former self o...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 3:33 pm
Also by PatricioLG:
Suicide or a Bacon sandwich ? | Re-think |AN UNPLEASANT PLAYER
No-one ever accused me of being a skilful rugby player. Don’t get me wrong, I could catch, pass, even punt with a degree of accuracy. But my contribution lay in other areas. I was an unpleasant player.
I was never quick but relatively fit, so I played at loose forward, whose job it was to spoil the play of the opposition and ideally win the ball from any breakdown (preferably legally) and ge...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 3:18 pm
Also by John Coopey:
'THOU SHAN'T GO SHORT OF SHITE' | A BLACK LIFE DOESN'T MATTER ANY MORE | AH YES, I REMEMBER IT WELL | UP THE ARSE (1) | CONCRETING THE GARDEN | A MOST PECULIAR QUEUE | "HAVE SOME MADEIRA, M'DEAR" | RUGBY FATBOYS BLUES 2 | THE LOG BURNING FIRE | JOHN THE HAT |Hero
He had a disintegrating childhood.
Broken home, residential and foster care.
Joined the army aged fifteen and three quarters.
Married. Three kids. Divorced.
Married again. Three more kids.
Six tours back to back. Left the army, sick to death.
Friends disintegrating in his arms. Just kids.
Home to family. To hope, but more despair.
Rows and harsh words.
"Get a job, we ne...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 12:38 pm
ODE TO MATRIMONY
Nice day for a white wedding?
Empty bedding...never bothered.
Never booked it...clever author?
The best man, yet never offered.
Groomed bachelor...ego altered.
Empty nest...eagle's balder.
Being regal in a tuxedo faltered.
I cry not...yet eyes watered.
Still the rock...yeah Gibraltar.
If she arrives, hello altar!
If she doesn't...hella awkward.
Wednesday 28th November 2018 11:16 am
Also by Eric James:
MISCELLANEOUS | BLOOD | TRUMPET'S BLARE |Sour Patch Kids Cereal
Has the cold winter air pierced through my body
With thoughts choking on you
My body becomes numb
The memories of you come flooding in
Boards under my feet start to crackle
The pressure of your memories flooding my apartment
Like a child getting hurt for the first time the pain is unbearable
I could lock myself in the bathroom but the pain is still there
There's no running from the dire s...
Wednesday 28th November 2018 10:23 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
Firefly A Reason To Drink | âme brisée | A Prisoner To My Own Room | Heavily | Nostalgia Eyes | Taught Me | A Diligent Little Soul | Sour Patch Kid Letter To a Firefly | 3:32 AM | Space Cowboy 14 Old Ones | Unfortunate Lack of Events | Death | A Long Night In Sanitarium | How Much Longer | Pink Water | Old Man Happy Ending | Words of The Waiting Man 22 | Cigarette Smoking Hearts | Pushing Up Daisies |THE KNIFE AND GUN
BIG HARD MAN WITH A KNIFE . READY TO TAKE A LIFE . DIGNITY AND RESPECT TAKEN OUT OF OUR SCHOOLS . THESE POLITICIANS SUCH FOOLS . NO RESPECT FOR THE LAW . CRIME IS ON THE RISE . THIS IS NO SURPRISE . TEACH THEM YOUNG BEFORE IT ENDS AT THE BARREL OF A GUN !!!
Wednesday 28th November 2018 4:34 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
MORNING | THE YORKSHIRE ROSE | BELITTLED BY THE EU | RIP OFF BRITAIN |Pulling The Snagged Thread.
Rip off the band-aid, get it over with
I never thought it would come to this
Clear mind, clear eyes
Walking straight, no more lies
Don't rely on me and I won't let you down
You can't count on me, I'll only let you down
Don't reach out for me, I'll only let you drown
These feelings are getting harder to fight myself
Pulling teeth to admit I need some help
It's cutting deep on the webbi...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 11:58 pm
Also by Nick:
Unbearable Anguish. | Prolonging The Inevitable. |Poetry and Philosophy
Philosophy or poetry?
Plato preferred philosophy,
He would being a philosopher.
Poets, of course, are liars by profession,
And endeavour to give an air of truth
To airy nothings.
Poets, like children, personify ideas
Through extended metaphor and simile
Imagine in more than one dimension
A golden age, an Arcadia, which poets have invented...
Is bewilder’d by these sp...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 11:54 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Moments of Vision | NEWMAN | Insomnia | Rodinsky’s Room | Анна Ахматова | Kōnstantinoupolis | Inner City Blues | An Act of Treason | ROMANY | A Psychiatric Disorder | Taliesin | YEZEDI | ALL SOULS' DAY | words echo |Restroom
I was at bar last night and saw fabulous kiss
Between lovely strangers, both wearing nice dresses
Drinking their night away, without any stresses
Snuggling up very close on the dance floor with bliss
Seeing them escape scene to the washroom, they go
Telling my wife follow to tell me about tale
As she's curious as well, so she simmers on trail
To find out the details of affair in shadow
Tuesday 27th November 2018 9:43 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
New Pasture | The story asked | I am better than him | Rose-coloured glasses | Nightly hope | Tears | Tonight | Drive without fear | Equals | Pour toi |Christmas Fairy
I want to tell a story now, it happened long ago,
So gather round and pay a heed to me.
It tells us of the reason, ‘cause I’m sure you want to know,
Why the fairy sits atop the Christmas tree.
It had just got past midwinter and old Santa Claus was vexed,
The rebellious elves were going out on strike,
And Mrs Claus upset him with the news she gave him next,
That her mum wa...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 3:27 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Jackie And Frankie | Fake ID | Near-Death Experience | Moaning Lisa | A Cup Of Franglais |They Can't Hear the Music Anymore
They can’t Hear the Music Anymore
Take me back to the start again
Into the light to where words blind me
Right back into the heart again
Into the streets that run ragged
A jagged reality where no one smiles
Drinking in the world they listen silently
Volume lights blinking on maximum
Android ‘Throb Box’ wires dangle
Into the tangle that was once a thought
Eyes wid...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 10:58 am
Albert Edward Burrows
Albert Edward Burrows by KJ Walker
With iron grey ‘tache
And eyes of steel
Attractive to women
Sex appeal
A massive frame
Chiselled and bold
A liking for young ‘uns
Although he was old
Police were in fear of
This man so strong
Though they saved him that day
From the baying throng
He’d married a local
A fair maid called Hannah
She was much yo...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 7:28 am
Also by kJ Walker:
I Don't Wanna Play That Game | I'm a celebrity Haiku | The Alcoholic Benefactor | Cutting The Line |Roses
Beautiful but rare
Every colour with a story
Longing for care
With shield to protect itself
Plucked by many
But valued by few.
Tuesday 27th November 2018 1:57 am
Wednesday November 14, 2018, 1:51 PM
My mom took me to the second hand store,
Where I roamed the aisles
Unsatisfied by the lack of conformity.
The clothes did not resemble the brands I was taught to marvel.
On the first day of class my first year of high school
My classmate told me that Jewish people are
Cheap.
Stingy.
Selfish.
But my Jewish family was not religious.
I decided that I was not J...
Tuesday 27th November 2018 12:56 am
Also by hk:
Saturday November 24, 2018, 1:43 AM | Sunday June 24, 2018, 10:14 PM | Wednesday April 9, 2014, 6:43 PM | Monday, November 12, 2018, 2:55 AM | Thursday, September 27, 2018, 12:02 AM | Monday, November 12, 2018, 3:16 AM |mothers
our mothers
are windows
through them
we see the world
and in them
we see the faintest
reflection
of our selves
they are not easy to
break
but neither are they
unbreakable
to break them
we run the risk
of injury
our knuckles crack
as does their glass
...
Monday 26th November 2018 10:01 pm
Also by ha'azinu:
Surgeon | the first is [not] | the first is |Wrapping my Thoughts around the Mind
I think about it all the time...
the sweet temptation,
manipulation! -
wrapping my thoughts around the mind
I am wondering
How many books I need to read?
How many courses yet take...!?
to hold the leash...
- control the bitch!
She is a mess, she is wild...
I gasp from her ideas saying:
Oh, no you didn't...
- she is destructive!
But God! I...
Monday 26th November 2018 9:47 pm
Cleave
It clings to you like a feeling
Personal, intimate
like a second skin:
of eyes that stare;
perceiving your world.
Every thought clicked; a motion
To cleave its coils closer
To know you more
Than any lover can
Monday 26th November 2018 8:30 pm
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:
Consumed | angst of night | Clear | The beauty of Age |SALAMANDER
SALAMANDER
From dripping dawn to milk churn
to sheep and village fountain.
From orchard and empty
mountain road to gurgling cherry town
I carried a yellow-black fire symbol
through deserted evenings
in hidden streets where men put away
their tools with an apprehensive glance
until at last, we met and drove
the winding road to Olonzac,
and sat next day in the b...
Monday 26th November 2018 2:27 pm
Also by john short:
BOXES | ROSE |Winter Haiku
Winter
Winter nights draw in
A fire burning brightly
Cold air locked outside
© 2018 Taylor Crowshaw
Monday 26th November 2018 1:12 pm
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:
My Aching Back | The Dance | Jack | Always Yesterday | The Gnome from Home | Times of Trouble | This Lonely Journey |Thaw-Irkhet-if
Thaw-Irkhet-if
at last the light
the promised light
slipping from Osiris’ grip
crushed by the wheel of centuries
yet
this is not the land of the lord of silence
this is not the fertile valley
this is not the underworld
this is the harsh light
of an alien world
where sacred sarcophagus
is rent asunder
and remains displayed for voyeurs
of the dead
my...
Monday 26th November 2018 12:57 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Falling Down The Cracks In The Pavement | A Poppy In Winter |Unrepentant we shall wage unjust fight(Revised)
Allowing a wall
Before their rational thinking stand,
Inured to their heinous deed
Of every brand,
From head to toe
Involved in corruption grand,
Also while fellow citizens
Gasp for air,
Not giving an ounce of care,
Barefacedly they dare
Unjust war to declare!
"Valorous,wiping you out
We shall make the land bare!"
"Chained, cruel and corrupt
Honest - thieves and cut-throats
Us to ...
Monday 26th November 2018 12:24 pm
Show me the country ...
Show me the country
Where they glorify the torture.
Where people are hungry
And the well- known murderer,
Can walk freely and be free.
Show me the country
Where everyone is deceived
And the people are cleaved,
The backward there means forward,
Where to say the truth is awkward.
Don’t rotate the globe
With a hope to find this country.
You won't find it on the pl...
Monday 26th November 2018 8:07 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
My Poor Ukraine | An Autumn in November | There are people ... | The Sundial | Someones Soul |Apology
i can’t think of any other words
i’m sorry
you’re the puzzle piece
that didn’t fit
and i bent your corners
and snipped off where you stuck out
and although the puzzle started looking pretty
to me
you suffered and
it was so obvious but
i was so stubborn ‘cause
i wanted it to look perfect but
you didn't belong
and i'm not sure if this means much
but
...
Monday 26th November 2018 2:07 am
Also by Joanna Halliday:
First Snow | I Am Not Free |Androids 2
How did we get to where we are now
With iPads and mobiles and all things technological?
Messaging, emails, air drops and more
Things go out of date once they leave
the factory floor.
To some of us it's seems only a short life ago,
when spinning tops reigned, and rocking horses
were all the go.
The cursory Christmas stocking filled
with surprises, like oranges, nuts and d...
Sunday 25th November 2018 11:05 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Sweet Memories | CONTROL | Remember and Respect |XXX
XXX
The exes come one by one
Bearing memories wrapped in the present
After a few drinks they insist on
Chronologies you can’t remember
Their eyes start to twitch as you
Attempt to stoke dying embers
To the night they proclaim
Their judgements you were
An asshole and
They’ll never forgive it
And then you make out
With razor blades between your teeth
Sunday 25th November 2018 3:07 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
The Distant Sofa | Prayers | Poetry with Music | better | The Remission | When do you think you are? | Loaded | The Kinks |Mornings As Riches
only so high roll the sun up the sky
that a guild of mists should profit thereby
that artists among us may train their eye
on those untouched sheaves of gold they so prize
silence between thoughts in the ideal world...
enter the whistle or pip of one bird
frame and magnify the lyrical word
for her plain song purport may yet be learned
bright is the morning, the shadow has passed
...
Sunday 25th November 2018 11:56 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Nocturne | Blindfold Regiments | A tale Of The Riverbank | Journey To The Centre Of The Skull | untitled | Letter To A Young Poet |Blessed are the arrested
Rock on with lock-ons
fighting heart-black frack backers.
The glue is super.
Sunday 25th November 2018 1:02 am
Yellow
I think in yellow
the heart's a coward
black at the core
open the door
open the door
can't wait no more
gonna lay down there
on the floor
be good now
good mud
show the love
soon my love
I come above light like air
weather's heavy over there
but here
I feel back in my space
I made some mistakes
be ok
my pain smells like rain
I watch it trickle away
down the drain
reminds me
of...
Saturday 24th November 2018 9:40 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:
Always | Pass the Parcel | Missing | Green |4AM
Lets talk and talk some more on your living room floor,
delibarating til' the clock hits four
Sweet tobacco scent,
your soul is up for rent
Our birthdays they fall in the same week,
I can feel the signs in the way you speak
I told you I'm crazy,
you told me you liked it
I knew you weren't lying.
Saturday 24th November 2018 4:34 pm
Also by Genevieve:
Abolish anger (it's a wasted emotion) |The Headingley Taps
Another fourteen boys,
another fourteen pints
set down on another wooden table
on another busy day.
Another brood of hens,
another fairy bride,
drinking halfs and bottles
of I can’t decide,
and I’d better take it easy,
we’ll have cocktails later,
and no, I’ll get these.
There’ll be hundreds today
just like them.
Hop-licked strollers
on a big day out
that might be once in a lifet...
Saturday 24th November 2018 3:17 pm
Saddleworth Moor
Saddleworth Moor
This is the place where time has died
and earth has eaten its past.
Once these lands were forests.
You find their bones -
the trees’ bones,
shrinking into icy brown fingers
with dust and decay of heather
interred in the peaty black.
There’s grass – shivering grass -
and strange green
stunted cowering vegetable entities
and the silent white trumpets
of the lichen,
...
Saturday 24th November 2018 2:35 pm
Also by Alan Travis Braddock:
Big Dusty Man | Glenbrittle – the loch. |Essence
Essence
Torn from the trappings
and traps of modern life
and my urban routine,
Eschewing the shower
and the compulsion to be
clockwise and clean.
I sit submerged midst
a joyous explosion of leaves
and insects
and sunshine
and fabulous, filigreed filth
and flowers,
And register silent sounds,
unplug my phone
and recharge my simpler powers.
Earthy smells,
vibrant in their rich...
Saturday 24th November 2018 10:42 am
Also by Chris Bainbridge:
Livestock | Bury - Ghosts Walking | Stealing The Sea | Autumncalm |Liar, liar, pants on fire!
Preamble: my contribution to this week's Rhymers' theme "fire".
Wouldn’t it be easier to recognise a liar
If caught telling porkies, their pants really caught fire?
As a warped form of justice, it would be rather fun
To see a guilty con man get singed around the bum.
The value of honesty would rapidly be learned
If every untruth told led to buttocks getting burned.
P...
Saturday 24th November 2018 9:42 am
Also by Becky Who:
Jack | Weekly routine | Leaving Home | Motivation | If only poetry burned calories...(first posted 31/10/18) |Adieu, but not forever
The wave on the stairs
was no final farewell,
but a resounding adieu
repeating we will meet again.
Glimpsing your fading eyes
a distance away now
still pronouncing their beautiful hue
and glistening under a single tear
mirroring the evening dew.
Friday 23rd November 2018 8:53 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:
Autumn leaves to be reborn | Words | Embrace | Longing |My Lady of the Beeches
To wake lit by that lunar light
Toiling from the depth of dreams
Misty minded from the night
So the distant land below the window seems
Illusory
To see beyond the shaded hedge
Hear again the whisper soft
As bedewed we walked, that ghostly pledge
Those lovely echoes of a distant past yet waft
Silently
To sense again her presence there
Knowing how we walked at ease
...Friday 23rd November 2018 2:55 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:
From Two Windows | My Old Beech | The Promise | Return | The Almost Child | Three Poems in Tana |You and me -kishore karunik
You and me
-kishore karunik
Dazzling fog at dawn
Thou came with a sweet variety
Abnormal in luxuries dream
Where death our daily companion
Frets vivacity in lifeless there
Yet there the struggle for survival
It is you and me!
Thursday 22nd November 2018 2:36 pm
Also by kishore karunik:
You and me -kishore karunik |The Day Elvis Died I Cried
The day Elvis died
I cried.
I woke up early for the forecast.
Rain or no rain - time - density -
Made a huge difference
In the activity of our Craft Shop
Especially over the lunch hour.
My mind was already clicking
With plans to cope.
The twins were still fast asleep.
My husband droned quietly beside me.
A sonorous voice intoned:
'We interrupt this pro...
Thursday 22nd November 2018 2:15 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
My Dad Said | Chemotherapy |Glastonbury 1997. Don't Go There.
https://youtu.be/kx6C248MQeQ
On being young and foolish at the second muddiest Glastonbury Festival in history.
Thursday 22nd November 2018 2:06 pm
Also by Janey Colbourne:
Time’s Up | Sensory Intensity | Plasticiser (a plastic rap) |Worthy of a wait
There might be good days and there might be bad
Days when you are happy and days when you are sad
But in the end, it's what you are most hopeful for
And that's what makes it all worth the wait
There will be days when the sun will shine and ones when the clouds will gather
The way back is not easy, neither is the picture always rosy
But if you wait for the one you love
Hol...
Thursday 22nd November 2018 5:32 am
Also by Meera Singh:
The yellow umbrella |COLD BEGINNING
COLD BEGINNING
(General Ali ft. Onuwa Greg)
See what thou hath done
See what pain thou hath caused
Uninvited with thy masked scary face
Thou listen not to the plea of we humans
Thou silent beautiful bodies forever
Only a thief comes silently
And carry that which is not his
know something this day
Gone are the days I will fear thee
For thou is a new beginning
©ONUWA GREG
Thy loved...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 11:03 am
Also by Kporho Vwede Daniel:
WORDSMITH |Redemption
Redemption
What is the price, and what are the costs,
of the ransom I'll someday crave?
If I don't pay the piper, I'll surely be lost
and I'll stay an imperfect slave.
'A slave to what?' I heard you laugh,
'you're not in cold chains, I can see!',
yet that at which you choose to scoff
is hardened steel to me.
I have drifted across the face of the deep,
like a...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 7:52 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:
Lie to Me | Winter |shedding velvet in monochrome/a field in england
the cutting of blood force the fawn from the rock to red below
something of enormity amongst the will-o whispers of the forest
now comes frottage come rub against the vastness feel alive
through waxen shame come write the past with blade and blow
watch the velvet shed through crimson feel the carnage drop rivulets
staining matted fur punch through afresh a green a blank a mass
...
Wednesday 21st November 2018 2:34 am
Souvenir
Getting acquainted with the moon
behind glass
we exchange so many glances
and on my back
a thousand heart-attacks roll past
My fingers beside, cross and uncross
as you sleep, so black
back in the real world
paid up entirely
on your subscription
to actual reality
O would you bring me a souvenir
from the envious depths of endless peace
perhaps a child or a patient nurse
or some cont...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 6:29 pm
Don't Say Goodbye
The first time, we were strangers
I tried all i could for attention
But it looks like an intrusion
But beliefs keeps me coming on
For I have never felt this way for anyone
Our first date was like a jackpot
Everyone could see the emotion
Facing you wasn't an easy move
My saliva almost left me
I was speechless for I ran out of my rehears words
The first peck left me in a state...
Tuesday 20th November 2018 6:17 pm
Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:
The Irreplaceable |sean penn (11/19/2017)
"i had a dream that there was a rifle too big for me "
it's important to ascribe meaning to things
there's a whole lot of "what now" in the human condition
I'm alive, what now?
My basic needs are met, what now
I have a fulfilling career and family and a home,
what now?
i hurt myself with heroin to see what it was like
i dropped acid and am now afraid of the color orange
through DMT i m...
Monday 19th November 2018 3:02 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
boor (11/01/2018) | revisit a lecture (11/02/2014 |It's hard to swallow
I do not know this was going to happen but I know it would happen
I'm just a constant fuck up
It never gets easier
I'm not trying to play the victim
But it feels like it
Today, it's hard to talk to you when it felt so easy yesterday
It's hard to swallow, afraid you'll hear me from across the room
It's hard to look at you because you won't look at me when we couldn't keep ...
Monday 19th November 2018 4:08 am
Red wine
The taste of red wine on our lips and any trace of hesitancy gone away from me.
It's like with you I can finally breathe. My dark eyes pulling you in, yours greeting me like the ocean.
I've been frozen on the sea floor and now I'm swimming to the surface. The fresh air on my face is alarming and I'm diving back under. But I'll come back up for your lightning because I am the thunder.
Sigh and ...
Monday 19th November 2018 12:13 am
Also by VHH:
Shady eyes | Swollen eyes and faith | Leaving in time |SLEEP
SLEEP
Sleep has become a luxury item in Harrods
It is something that I see and wish to own for myself yet can not afford
Instead I am stuck with my budget supermarket smart price, reduced, on offer, buy one get one free, bargain bucket naps at a time I need to repair both my mind and body.
I have become a Theresa May and Donald Trump follower in a bid to count such sheep o...
Sunday 18th November 2018 11:19 pm
Also by Ria Richardson:
Not Today ... |No
I am nothing but nothing
An empty vase if you will
Fill me with flowers
Become emptier still
I am no one but no one
My soul she was freed
Let her flea too far
Left my person in need
I have no way but no way
To be me again
Im shattered and squashed
Crippled with pain
I am nobody but nobody
Now I have so much flesh
In the wrong damn body
My fear still too fresh
I am nowh...
Sunday 18th November 2018 10:26 pm
Also by Shannon Louise Guild:
Weigh Day |an exploration
What is an appropriate poem when standing on a mountain top?
I don't want one that will lead me into canyons of the city
Where Leviathan dwells.
Or an epic that will remind me of lost loves or the girl with tears in her eyes -
I'm so sorry Jenny.
Honestly, I didn't know you cared that much.
I do not wish a didactic poem that teaches me how to be a man.
(although one that told me how...
Sunday 18th November 2018 6:32 pm
Complicated Man
I’m sitting in between everything
I haven’t got a defence
Clarity of argument; I sit on the fence
Like a remainer without passion
I watch the world pass by
Happy in the moment that I didn’t even try
To oppose the inevitability of a right-wing slant
I get really tired sometimes of benevolent rant
Where everybody else sits and where I fit
Why should I care for folks’ ups a...
Sunday 18th November 2018 4:04 pm
Also by Stuart Clark:
The End |Quaker With a Vengeance
I thought in my mind and thus spake I to I,
'The leviathan his heartbeat is the thunder that resonates in my soul's tempest.
He calls to me as Goliath called to his brother David yet he knows not my Christian name.
I must conquer the behemoth as Cain did Able as natural as we both must breath God's air, until the sinking of my floating bark or I sink the earth.
This, I proclaim, is by ...
Sunday 18th November 2018 11:44 am
Also by 220August:
Her Eyes Are My Camera |ACADEMIC TESTS
ACADEMIC TESTS
Oh these tests,
Superflous academic tests.
No time to prepare
For entrance tests.
Difficult to store
Vast concepts in mind,
Oh how to retain so much
Till marks given and paper signed.
Bewaring that,
The examiner is not blind,
And not our bydweller
That gives marks so kind.
All worried,
Smile crease no face.
Will we get thr...
Saturday 17th November 2018 5:23 pm
Proud
Growing up i never saw
The beauty as it hurts
But i realized you had to even and put us first
Crying daily for sure
No we never understood it
You were a mom
the Queen before a queen could be
You tried so hard to raise us n i remember that
Taught us manners in the most rememberable ways
But that was you
A person who truly gave a damn
You couldn’t help it
G...
Saturday 17th November 2018 5:38 am
The Trouble With Tribbles
He was warned when he first got it
He was warned, it must be said
That a Tribble-Gremlin cross-breed
Ought not be worn upon your head
----
He was wary of the bald-patch
Disliked the typical toupee
Wanted something extra special
To keep the looming grey at bay
He used his wealth and influence
Sent a message from his tower
Requesting some geneticists
To ...
Friday 16th November 2018 9:31 pm
Finding love by flipping a coin
Finding love by flipping a coin
Love is like flipping a coin
You flick it in the air
And hope the outcome is fair
You like heads so you call heads
But fate has other plans
It’s been decided that heads has other fans
Still I have a chance
Surely it can’t happen every time
That it lands on the wrong side of the dime
Maybe I am the one who should chan...
Friday 16th November 2018 7:42 pm
BRING IT
Gotta come to the party
with a present
Do not crash it
Look within
to see what you've
got to give
Do not look outward
to see what
you can get
There will never
be enough
outside
To fill
your need
inside
You...
Gotta bring it.
By Lynn Hahn
Friday 16th November 2018 5:36 pm
Also by lynn hahn:
GOODBYE MY LOVE |It's A Dog's Life
The hounds of Brighton tremble when Marianne walks her dogs,
they call a general meeting and discuss how
to nobble their rivals, who are so sleek and nimble.
For she is the mistress of the doggie world,
a status which was shattered on the day she met Inspector Cuffem,
the chief cop with a reputation for chasing dog owners,
Concern for her charges, Barkalot, Situp and Unbuckl...
Thursday 15th November 2018 5:04 pm
TURMOIL & TORMENT
One life to live disbursed into chapters of pain and "agony" mediocrity in an advid mindset,
Pain leaks a shallow pool of vulgar passion and wisdom, Life has ended before
Beginning, Taking more losses than winning, Said route guides him
to failure for the remainder of his non - self confessed life. in the end all that remains once again is
his riddled mind and a overseeing vibrant au...
Thursday 15th November 2018 4:56 pm
Also by Kage:
ANGUISH |the mask
powdered, light-tinted dust strokes the crevices of her porcelain face.
red liquid plasters the outside of her perfectly shaped lips.
black goo strikes the thick corners of her luscious eyelashes.
the girl staring back at her she does not recognize.
Perfect. Beautiful. Good. the voices in her head say.
A faint smile warms her face;
painted, covered, and disguised in the lies...
Thursday 15th November 2018 3:46 pm
VioletRaven )0(
There are so many things I wish to say to you
But speaking out loud my words do not hold much use
Where to begin I do not know
So much has happened it’s hard to let go
I cannot start at the beginning
Somehow the memories have faded,
Somewhere in the middle our love became jaded!
But sitting here alone trying to remember the past
How it all had ended,
I swear a spell upo...
Thursday 15th November 2018 9:11 am
Also by RaVeN Mathews )0(:
6 The Lovers |Love (Reverse Poem)
Love is wicked
It is not possible that
there is hope
after the break-up
I believe that
We are just naive and intolerant.
Thursday 15th November 2018 8:45 am
Imagine
JUST CLOSE YOUR EYES LET YOUR MIND BE FREE NOW IMAGINE YOU.NOW IMAGINE ME .CAN YOU SEE WHAT I SEE? ME AND YOU WALKING TOGETHER IN THIS THING WE CALL LIFE I AM YOUR HUSBAND AND YOUR MY WIFE. I COME HOME TO YOU AND YOU TO ME WERE THERE IS NO FUSS THERE IS NO FIGHT WE HAVE OUR DINNER BY THE CANDLELIGHT NOW JUST IMAGINE US DANCING BY THE LITTLE LIGHT THAT IS LEFT BY THE DAY YOU LOOK IN MY EYES AND A...
Wednesday 14th November 2018 10:51 pm
Also by william thompson:
MY QUEEN |Find Me A Denim Jacket
Find me a denim jacket,
That's strong enough to carry my heart,
And long enough to button me up,
From my nose,
Down to my index toes,
To hide away my protruding bones,
Starved I am of a lovers dream
I lost myself to a nasty scheme
And though my love fell out of me,
My heart still craves some more it seems...
Wednesday 14th November 2018 8:34 pm
Three Haikus
black lace tree branches
Nature's Secret lingerie
on a rosy sky?
we are love seeking
often loving-in-a mist
so soon dissolving
hot stlll breathless night
huge tangerine harvest moon
fireflies twinkling bright
Wednesday 14th November 2018 2:36 pm
Poisoning our Children
Carcinogenics in every single thing we buy
From our food, clothes, to even our hair dye
Although Europe does indeed do more to try to protect us
America really doesn't seem to give a flying fudge
They have many slimy loop holes which risk our health and safety
Like the fragrance loop hole that has, over these years, affected us far too greatly
They need not disclose chemicals that they use t...
Wednesday 14th November 2018 4:21 am
Also by HayzTee:
The horrible truth about benefits | Humans: the race that plagues the Earth |November 2018 Collage Poem: Cheshire Housewives
Cheshire housewife buys her Hereafter Insurance,
Works hard for nativity with port and gin
Our truth is, success means excess.
Then lies were common in family life
Waiting, hiding, broken, when when true
As your eyes sparkle through Mona Lisa smiles
And lies of untruth spoken words
Housewife with her gin
And tonic gives Santa a good
Time!
Heavy Mon...
Tuesday 13th November 2018 10:15 am
Dementia
I cannot, I cannot do this or do that,
climb a set of stairs, I used to be able,
unbelievable ability, parallel bars,
fifteen marathons a year,
Times crossword in under one hour,
now I just cannot, my mind talks to itself,
abstract conversations between three and five people,
all had names, all become forgotten, either today or tomorrow,
I still cannot do what I on...
Monday 12th November 2018 8:47 pm
Be Home For Christmas
An adventure beckoned, be safely home soon.
At the Christmas table, save me some room.
Bit young to understand what it’s even all for.
But me and my mates we’re off to fight a war!
The King’s rallying calls, we heard them loud.
Fight for your Country, stand tall, stand proud.
The reasons to fight, we were never even sure.
But it didn’t stop us signing up and going to war.
...Monday 12th November 2018 5:20 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
Never Born To Fight |take some time, get some perspective
the unfortunate reality is
the clock will keep ticking
the world will keep spinning
the sun will keep shining
after I’m gone.
plants will still grow
birds will still sing
fish will still swim
after I’m gone.
babies will be born
grass will be green
nothing will be different
after I’m gone.
Is this what you meant
when you told me
to get s...
Monday 12th November 2018 4:59 pm
The eye
Devoid of colour, blind ink licking round vision
to tar the eyes and misguide the traveller.
Writing its lies and sprouting its black horns.
Picking the words, it would not let you see
and took you to a fiery street of malicious, misconstrued facts.
Facts, blatant and treacherous of non-existent weapons of destruction.
Of threats to your home and a hundred reasons to make y...
Monday 12th November 2018 11:01 am
Also by Ann Kershaw:
Trees | The Cook | Friendship in the Fall |Tried And Tested
Their faces reflect purity,
But, the heart screams an objection
The way they walk is gracefull,
But, the words seem to say otherwise.
Venom is like the only language they know,
But they know not that it might cost them.
Its rare to see,
A face appearing guilty,
Yet, overconfidence is their fort.
Being humiliated is an abomination to them,
But, humiliating others ...
Monday 12th November 2018 8:21 am
Also by Jacee Claire:
Problem Not Solved |Summer colour
Thinking about that summer heat
Brings me back
To when
You were present in my world,
Not yet dragged to another
For your premature slumber.
I crave your fire
Your fury.
I want to see orange
So I wake up early to
Catch the day crawl in and
I hold hands with the auburn air.
Pretend you're there.
Sunday 11th November 2018 10:23 pm
Also by Clara:
Potential drift |Cry of a feminist
Is it fit
to get hit?
For tiny bits
he beats or smits.
When he vomits
all the shit,
she's scared
out of wits.
How oblong,
how unfit
for any woman
to get hit!
Sunday 11th November 2018 7:54 pm
The Sea in its Knowledge and Truth
The Sea in its Knowledge and Truth
Watching the sea in its gushing entirety
And beauty, for amongst the waves,
There is knowledge and truth.
Skimming stones, as we used to,
Throwing, abandoning them to blue,
In all its eternity, remembering,
Lives forgotten and dreams to come.
Which never end, us we always exist,
Like the hued water to the edg...
Sunday 11th November 2018 6:25 pm
Also by Sam Khan-McIntyre:
Earth, Wind and Fire | For No Reason | Petal Growing in Arid Ground | Trees | Without You, a Burden | Words to reach you | Happy Teapot | Can You Hear My Cry |One Hundred Years
The war to end all wars ended exactly one hundred years ago
That war failed in its objective of making war and bloodletting obsolete
Just like the bow and arrow is now outdated war was meant to be
The renderings of battle and conflict consigned to the history books
When children ask their parents: WHAT WAS WAR?
The answer should have started thus: Well child...
But that scen...
Sunday 11th November 2018 2:09 pm
Ravaged
This ravaged night
That bleeds us dry
Of all that we love and adore
That tramples the flower
And blisters the soil
That cracks the earth
that withers the harvest of the mind
that snaps the will
and smothers all hope
this dark and choking blanket
with tendrils reaching out
strangling every last vestige
of who and what we were
turning us one against anothe...
Sunday 11th November 2018 1:20 pm
Dealing with the Dead
It isn't just the war dead that I remember on Remembrance Sunday. I often think about the instigators of war: the self-aggrandising politicians who drag nations into conflict, the incompetent commanders safe behind the front line while the troops go to their deaths. Can they live lives untroubled by the carnage they caused? Or do the ghosts of the dead come back to haunt them for their crimes?
...
Sunday 11th November 2018 1:09 pm
Peter Pan Syndrome
Vacuum existence like a yellow tulip
On an immense tar, a shallow caterpillar
Looking for its butterfly.
Sneaky dance to advance like a snail
Intense sniffing, the dare of a snake.
Do all, son, to never be a snack
When earthquakes hack your fate
Wake up you are in class!
You did not sleep yesterday?
I will inform your parent
This is your las...
Sunday 11th November 2018 12:03 pm
Pop Quiz
Eyes on me, everybody.
Pay attention.
I am going to have a breakdown right in front of you.
So you might want to take notes,
because this will be on the test.
Pencils up!
Saturday 10th November 2018 7:44 pm
Also by Douglas MacGowan:
Sketches | Spyglass | FireIce | Going | Miraculous | A Greek Limerick |Skinny Dipping
Saturday 10th November 2018 1:22 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:
Saturday | My Most Constant F(r)iend | The Sunday Blues | To My Beloved "Name Not Important" (had to be written down) |Poetry Slam
Poetry slam
Bang on a can
Gesture and prattle
Crank the rattle
If it's funny
I spit the dummy
If the poetry slams
Throw the toys out the pram
Saturday 10th November 2018 11:46 am
Bells of Time
Those bells rang and rang and rang
In absence of all now gone from us
All in this earth their life lives long
As those bells clatter the silent songs
Youth slaughtered cattle in this earth
For red bright poppies that sprout to life
Breaking through braved blooded soil
Enriched by a youth of lost loved souls
Time fated a 100 years ago by chance
Angelic eyes and soft youthful faces
...
Saturday 10th November 2018 11:18 am
Roses everywhere when you try to forget me
Feelings forgotten,
omega of my soul,
my perfect completion
Not knowing of our existence,
just forgotten feelings,
just one wish,
a simple pray...
roses everywhere when you try to forget me
Saturday 10th November 2018 9:57 am
sexism
mothers aren't always kind--
they're sometimes passive-aggressive oppressors
thrusting tiny pin-pricks right into the quick
with precision and calculated malign...
trust me, mother knows
just the spot to best get to you
to fold you down
just like a carry-along
bagged tent...
Saturday 10th November 2018 1:27 am
Also by nunya:
negation |Wings of my dreams
I just want to fly,
high and high in the sky.
With the wings of my dreams,
stepping on the cloud of hope.
tasting the breeze of freedom,
floating in the lung, caressing my soul.
I just want to fly,
high and high in the sky.
Breaking all the stereotypes,
Or taboos limiting me,
Relishing my eyes with gorgeous views,
free from all the frame of reference...
Friday 9th November 2018 9:25 pm
A click of emotion
Laughter and smiles
A life time memory
Just a moment, years ago
I can remember forever
Not caught on camera
Just a click of emotion
Re-lived
Laughter and smiles
Came to life again.
Friday 9th November 2018 9:22 pm
Glimpse
Hiding in the dark
Sun beams through a rough parchment
Glimpse of a rainbow
Friday 9th November 2018 4:27 pm
Also by Marianne May:
Hello |Rain Please Go Away
Rain Rain Please Go Away,
Almost No Agri-land here anyway!
And planned water resources everywhere!!
Wish for 1 hour of weather like Dubai!
Or if not, parle-G biscuits with cup of hot (tea)Chai!!
Friday 9th November 2018 5:15 am
Also by Shriranga Kulkarni:
GoodNight | Why (?) |Rusting Self-Image
I had a belief in myself,
I thought I knew where I stood
But spend enough time talking to one who believes otherwise…
The words twist and drive into my heart until doubt creeps,
And the snakes who slept awaken and open lidless eyes
“Who am I?” I must scream into the darkness
The silence answers back with a laugh.
“You are the sum of your failures, dear child. Own up to it.”
...Friday 9th November 2018 4:25 am
I Promise...Farewell
"I promise I will never leave you."
"You are the only one I care about."
"I promise I will always love you."
"Losing you would be devastating."
"I promise I will love you forever."
You made many promises to me
Yet you broke all of them.
You promised me the world
Yet you made it collapse on me.
You never understood -
You were my world the entire time,
But...
Thursday 8th November 2018 5:34 pm
Journey
Baffled by the spurious light,
I started embracing pure darkness.
I hear the whispers,
I hear the clappings.
I feel the pulse of this madding crowd.
I feel the mystery scripted within,
All colours are roaming naked
with lebels.
I am sinking in the unfathomable darkness,
There is no lie,no hoax no adulterated joy..
Wednesday 7th November 2018 4:31 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:
I know.. |When the truth hurts
??♀️ WHEN THE TRUTH HURTS ??♀️
My heart hurts and rage runs through my veins and even though I don't know her I can still feel her pain.
This right here hurts and it's not because of her race. It's the fact it's another human being that because of crooked cops they have deformed another face.
Everyone has something say but in reality the real matters of this country they try to ignore.
Whe...
Wednesday 7th November 2018 9:30 am
Lost
The pointless emptiness of everything.
I’m stood here in this field trying to feel,
Trying to remember what it felt like to feel.
Trying to feel my way around this field and follow my feet
Follow my feet through the field to feel again
I feel the wind blow and I follow
I feel the dog pull and I follow
Stumble and follow
Follow my feet
I look to the skies for direction
...Tuesday 6th November 2018 10:43 pm
Night
A little poem but late for Halloween" Anyways how I feel sometimes when the darkness draws in!
Night
The night that little slice of fear
darkness claws out as paranoia draws near
shivers like needles under my skin
images of ancient an evil resides within
my heart is pounding as I strain to see
shadows cascade ebbing and flowing then cease to be
I ask myself is someone ...
Tuesday 6th November 2018 2:13 pm
Also by Daemon Cantrell:
Sanity or calamity? |ISN'T THIS LIFE
Life is not always what we want
Life is not a game that can be changed
Life is god's mortgage that we must live
Life is a lesson that we learn all day
Life is a lifelong thread unbroken by any pain
Life is the medicine that heals all pain
Life is the CPR to save a life
Life is a chance that can only be given once
Life is tearing that we must bear with a smile
Life is a ...
Tuesday 6th November 2018 9:41 am
i’m sure you won’t
all these cold faces
no depth or kindness
just soulless faces
that don’t understand me
these are the faces
that scare me
-is anyone like me here?
Monday 5th November 2018 11:13 pm
The Quality of Mersey Anthology
A collection of voices following the River Mersey from source to mouth.
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Monday 5th November 2018 9:23 pm
How do you know?
How do you know if time is being wasted?
Drifting so far away from the honesty that the honesty becomes a lie,
How do you know if it's what's meant to be, if im with you and he's not with me?
They say time you enjoy wasting, isn't wasted time,
But does that apply when you've got your enjoyment, and I've lost mine?
How do you know what's meant to be?
I'm with you, and he's no...
Monday 5th November 2018 6:57 pm
You Belong
You Belong…
By my side, forever my love
In my arms, safe and secure
Towering over my kneeling form
At times kneeling for me
I want you…
In my bed, naked and breathless
In my life, a permanent fixture
As my most passionate lover
As my very best friend
You are…
My friend, my lover, my partner in crime
The one who makes my soul weep
The one who provokes my passions
The ONE who I lo...
Monday 5th November 2018 1:17 am
Also by PaganDreamer:
Would I Lie To Me? | When The Dam Breaks | When I Grow Up | What I Want | Turmoil | You's & I's | TRUST | To Warm You, On A Cool Day | Time Out Of Time | The Visionary | The Power of Daddy | The Forest For The Trees | The Collar and the Rings | Sunshine | Sunsets | Silent Tears | Savior | Sandcastles | Pure | Nightfall | Solace | Numb | No Substitute | More To Me | This Rose | January Angles | In His Arms | I Deserve To Know | Hope | Her Venomous Prince | He Sees | He Begins | He Appears | Green Light | Feral | Escape Fantasy | Blurring the Line | Blades | A River of Wishes | A Heady Scene | A Day In The Life of Miss MIssing You |My church she stands on grassy mound
Raised high above the land around
Keeps vigil over town and people
In God’s own sun her spire topped steeple
Guides me home, seen from afar
More constant than the morning star
Gravestones lean against the sky
Friends and enemies in peace now lie
Bells call across the neighbouring hills
And the air with anticipation fills
As townsfo...
Sunday 4th November 2018 9:35 pm
Til Morning Light
{Til Morning Light}
I've doubted my
happiness along
awaiting for my newer
sins til morning light
and as I rewrite all
of my stories and
compete with my
never-ending ends
that seems to never
be ending for me daily
and I don't have time
for no imposters
because I will only
fade away at the
rumbling watery
morning light while
rewriting all my new
...Saturday 3rd November 2018 10:58 pm
One sandwich short
he's one sandwich short of a picnic
he's two cards shy of a deck
he’s lost in the woods
he’ll never come good
he’s burnt out, a gibbering wreck
he's mostly away with the fairies
his ship is on the rocks
his nerves are shot
the man is not
the sharpest tool in the box
they say that he's not the full shilling
and he's got no gas in the tank
he's no flipping use
he's got a s...
Saturday 3rd November 2018 5:40 pm
The Great Orchastration
The clouds parted for a moment
The prevealing winds of change were felt
The devil, as if he stopped paying attention for just a moment, began to ride his demons on the oncomming winds
She began to distroy the hearts of the ones she held the closest
Fear and anger hanging heavily in her mind
She said she was no longer going to play nice
The universe watching what was about to unfo...
Saturday 3rd November 2018 7:00 am
My New House
I get up at 6.00am and I begin to clean the house,
People think I'm crazy but they don't know what it's all about,
They didn't see the place that I used to call home,
Where I didn't invite people over too embarrassed to be a host,
Just a normal semi or atleast that's what you might think,
But to me it is a palace the new home in which I live,
I would never take this house for gra...
Friday 2nd November 2018 1:31 pm
Love to a personal note
i'm like a timebomb going off
in and out of anger like a stinging of hatred
everyone around me is just witnesses
like a timebomb
slow and steady fast or heavy
my landmine circulates swimming my mind
how far off the deep end do you want to allow me
crime is such childsplay a place very much more serious
like a timebomb
not much in me is a ma or pa
so much like a shatte...
Friday 2nd November 2018 2:42 am
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