Planet Earth
You tell me I live on a different planet,
smiling, the way you smile
and sadly I agree
for when I look beneath
the earth is black,
my feet rooted to its soil
and when I look above
I see one moon,
waxing to a waning womb
and all around me vast skies,
peppered with my dreams,
every star I ever wished on
cold and dark and distant
as I breathe
...
Tuesday 30th November 2010 3:41 pm
Also by Isobel:
Applying Logic | Made of Love | Space Beat Haiku | Beloved | Epitaph |Mr Camera
Tuesday 30th November 2010 2:58 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:
Cataract | And the trees fought back | The Persistent Memoir |There are doors
Thoughts are passing
through doors and gates
To parallel worlds,
with alternative fates.
A lucid dream,
a psychedelic trace.
An open landscape,
or a crowded place.
Pools of water,
dive in take a look.
A different way to travel,
like a wardrobe in a book.
Are we on the way there?
are we on the right track?
Or falling through a hole,
...
Tuesday 30th November 2010 2:55 pm
priviledged boy
Semaphore flagpoles
Red sails in the harbour
Formidable matrons and
Anti-macassers
A feast on the beach
With the brown china teapot
Boys with bare feet
“Come roll up your trousers!”
A parrot called Peggy
A dog called Dorita
A cloche in the garden
Oh whatever next!
The first car in the village
A chauffeur called William
The yearly reg...
Tuesday 30th November 2010 9:29 am
Also by Ann Foxglove:
skylark place | poetry fairy | love visits from another planet | stratigraphy | daughter | space | coach E | whale music | rainraingoaway | salsa with orion | only you | epitaph | dust |Is Parting From Conflict Such Sweet Sorrow?
I saw the men and women trudging, marching,
Poppies pinned to their coats,
Protests for peace rended by police hordes disheartening,
Who'd still glorify all those,
Give to such, what is it we suppose,
Keeps us battle locked? Hear the drums starting,
A frenzied beat and a gunshot sound so close.
Is parting from conflict such sweet sorrow
The triumphant regi...
Tuesday 30th November 2010 9:07 am
Rzhepicks
I am absolutely indifferent to
what you think about me
as…I don’t think about you at all.
***
All cats in the whole world purr
as a new holiday was proclaimed in Singapore:
A Toilet Day!
Hurray! Hurray!
***
The things you do not understand
you can understand as you like.
***
...
Monday 29th November 2010 6:25 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
The Space of Love, the Space of Peace (Space) | Rzhepicks | A New Holiday | It's Never Late | F&M Nouns In Russian | Don't Ask Me About My Age! | Rzhepicks | Rzhepicks | Rzhepicks | Be finical! (rzhepick) | The Days I Drink (rzhepick) | Love of the Stars ( Space) | An Autumn And a Wind | Rzhepicks | If I Were a Queen..... | Your Eyes | The Petrel And The Penguin | The 31st of October | Are You Comfortable? |Lost Ghazal
In a place we’d never been before, we were lost.
We talked and kissed away our dream, before we were lost.
It was beautiful only because you were there,
in a place we’d never seen, before we were lost.
We wandered paths in aimless bliss and,
I prayed I’d ever be more lost.
The dread awakening, as time slipped away,
to know you could never be more lo...
Monday 29th November 2010 5:46 pm
Also by John Aikman:
Sometimes (extended rhyming mix) |The Plain Girl
This was a little exercise at one of the workshops at the Hebden Bridge Poetry weekend. I think it was in Winston's packed workshop. Looking through my notes, there are one or two bits that i like, so i thought I would share this.
The Plain Girl
I raise a glass to the plain girl,
She who lives all her life in the shadow of night;
Who is like an oyster hiding a pearl;
May s...
Monday 29th November 2010 4:06 pm
Also by Freda Davis:
Discomposed | As Autumn Leaves | Amber | Lazy Sun | I cross a moor where stars are white. | Antique Zealot | Tide Turn |Success!
A paper doll
breaks away from the chain
Standing apart from the rest
The writing's on the wall
next to a Banksy cartoon
A genius or a fool?
Monday 29th November 2010 11:55 am
Hi folks,
I will be doing the following events/open-mics this week! Come down and check it out!
Tuesday 30th November
SpeechMotion
The Horse and Groom
28 Curtain Road
Shoreditch
London EC2A 3NZ
Nearest tube/rail: Liverpool Street
Saturday 27th November 2010 4:06 pm
Also by Alain English:
Poetry N Motion | Gigs this week (23rd and 24th November) | RAW Gems! |Song of triumph
When I wake on winter mornings
and the central heating's failed,
I ignore the alarm's warning
until my bladder has prevailed.
Then I take my fur lined slippers
and I don my fleecy jumper,
run to where the air is crisper,
touch the cold seat with a whimper.
When the thermostat is working,
and the outlet pipes have thawed,
another problem must be lurk...
Saturday 27th November 2010 11:23 am
Also by Alison Smiles:
Nicolas | Self indulgence |Tale from the North Country
As we crunched through snow together
In inclement Arctic weather,
I thought I’d bring to mind an Old Icelandic song;
There’s a saga of the Viking
That you need to heed when hiking
That “Pissing in His Boots -
Keeps No Man Warm for Long”.
In Nordic runes it’s written
That if your foot’s frost-bitten
Don’t fumble with your flaps to free your frozen prong;
...Friday 26th November 2010 11:02 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Chinese Buffet - As Much As You Can Eat | Sleep Easy | The Battle of Waterloo |Too Much Space, Too Much Time
The plan never changed
it was never revealed
suddenly, this cell was just mine
Can I still grow, can I still change?
I don't want to be my father
I don't want to live alone
Another evening in;
another night, pushing everyone away
'All I need is a little space
room enough to think a while
write some lines
a drink or two
Me; all to myself'
But the more I take, t...
Thursday 25th November 2010 12:23 pm
Jealousy
During the last boom and bust crisis
we decided to pull in our belts
and dispense with life coaches,
financial advisers, personal
bodyguards, crystal healers,
spiritual guides and gurus,
and take responsibility
for the children and pets ourselves.
She watered and fed the kiddies,
combed their hair into a parting,
read them bedtime stories
and sc...
Thursday 25th November 2010 8:37 am
Comes and Goes a Day
Comes and Goes a Day
The rim of a hat tilts silently towards me
While a kai-bosh batters my thoughts,
And my head banging wall is dented so violently
And tickles of torture trickle streams of blood;
Fatigue holding tight like a noose from
A snakes ardent enquiry,
And ther...
Thursday 25th November 2010 2:33 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Rivalry | I Veteran | Guess Where Daddy's From | In a World of Confrontation | So Painful | Going Home By Candle |The Other Side (Space Poem)
Looking back now,
the space between us
was like looking through
a sheet of ice
from the other side.
was as timeless
as the void between
earth and Mars.
like Saturn’s rings
in all of their
haunting beauty.
was an intense as
the purple evening sky
soaring over
the nearby street lights
...
Wednesday 24th November 2010 8:23 am
Also by Andy N:
Freedom Competition Winners |Raspberry fib
Soft
Tender
Raspberry,
Dripping sweet fresh juice,
Stimulates these moist swollen buds,
Tempts my tongue to pleasure deep in this submissive flesh .
my first attempt at a fibonacci poem .
Monday 22nd November 2010 9:44 pm
Also by Shoeless Carole:
space | Shoeless | L'Inconnue | Must be the season of the witch |The World Grew Younger
Monday 22nd November 2010 12:13 pm
Also by Dave Dunn:
Brimming |real men have body hair
OMG! Theres a medical entry for this!
Hairy ear rims
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And why is it that hair shall grow
From the waxy canal and edge of lobes
From the crease of t...
Monday 22nd November 2010 11:22 am
Pink
Mum always says
“You're in the pink”.
She's alright, that's okay,
I don't mind.
My toothbrush is pink,
matches the plastic mug,
pink is fine,
I don't mind.
There's a pink stripe
in the good old peejays
in with white and blue.
Quite like that effect.
Got a pink shirt,
shows the dirt, but it's okay,
wore it on Saturday,
...
Sunday 21st November 2010 10:11 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:
Rebuilding the Tower of Babel? | Inner Space | The upsetting effect of my current poem ending up in bits all over the laundry | Black Dog |Space
my mind wanders
places unexplored
outer space
mind-blowingly vast
beyond our galaxy
planets sparkle
billions of them
so many
light years away
and beyond the stars
I can’t comprehend
just space
utterly infinite
unfathomable
like this space
in my head
Sunday 21st November 2010 2:40 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
Hallux Valgus | Invisible |Flossing with Carlos the Jackal
The Interpol dentist
Lima,
three o’clock Wednesday,
walls galleried
with enamel amphitheatre x-rays -
detached mouths keeping incognito.
Toilet Duck
bouquet,
cerise mouthwash,
a rippled plastic cup,
and a half full
spittoon.
Next doors drill pitch hits
a thin Marathon Man crescendo,
pushes higher, needle point high –
...
Saturday 20th November 2010 9:22 pm
Also by Michael Scott:
It started in the jungle |Circumstances.
Prevail, the waves pulling me away.
Goodbye, the last word
I'll ever knowingly say to you out loud.
I will live with that in my heart,
Last memories good for the soul.
Think of you before I sleep
When I wake.
Days go fast, days go slow,
Time's the healer,
Patience a virtue.
One day my heart will forget
The way you made me feel,
Take to someone els...
Saturday 20th November 2010 1:12 pm
The net
Shrug away fears and firmly grasp the net;
come saddle up a snorting photon beam;
lean forward, grip the mane and ride the dream;
joust bravely with electrons tete-a-tete.
Go boldly into other worlds, forget
your leaden boots, leap out and get extreme.
In cyberspace, if no-one hears you scream,
who cares. Absorb the nothingness of jet
black night; lift just one d...
Saturday 20th November 2010 8:51 am
Also by Dave Carr:
Groundhog | Mannequin | Freedom |november robin
up
there
chatted
the wee bird
high viewing frosty blue
its blushing breast
in filigree twigs
...
Friday 19th November 2010 7:21 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
The Written Word | Creation |Her Space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace of grace and favour
Her femininity to savour
Oh how I adore her space
Her secret nook and cranny
Oh how I adore her space
Oh how I adore her space
With just a trace of lace and French silk
Her blood red nails and her thighs of milk
Oh how I adore her space
...
Friday 19th November 2010 6:55 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:
Jake (This poem was written for a very dear friend on the loss of her true and faithful friend) |DON'T GO OUTSIDE
Because there's kids
all scissorheads, blade-eyes,
machete hoods
and skin impervious to your reasonable begging
as they wave the pre-cutting knife
in a goodbye to your drained face.
They're behind every corner,
in every shop,
unstamped shouting on every high street.
And there's concrete abode blocks
hammering your daymare...
Friday 19th November 2010 4:17 pm
Poetry Videos
Here's a nice quick easy promo of a poetry video I've done. I do these from time to time but this is a new one and it's already a personal favourite:
Thursday 18th November 2010 11:47 pm
Rejoice
Rejoice
Prince Willy and his woman are to wed.
The world unites to say that we are blessed.
(In Haiti cholera’s claimed a thousand dead.)
Polluted water means the plague will spread,
but Will was born within the royal nest
and he and Katie said they will be wed.
The paparazzi’s frenzy must be fed.
The print and broadcast media are obsessed.
...
Thursday 18th November 2010 4:43 pm
Masks
MASKS
At dawn of day no mask is worn,
There is no sense of me,
Parental impositions shape,
Cladding what you’ll be.
Early morning now reveals
Half phantom mask in place,
Literal, and concrete,
This quicksilver new face.
Late morning sees a new
And abstract mask will now arrive,
Experimenting, learning,
Constant motion sets ...
Wednesday 17th November 2010 11:06 pm
ONE MORE FROST
In this final winter,
Home to a vacant house
In mourning style,
With ice on the sale sign.
Unlit, but heated
By neighbourly care.
Still it is voiceless.
A card for Christmas,
Fallen on the floor,
Postmark from Pennsville:
A cousin, not too close,
Who has yet to hear
The march of long men
Sounding through the night.
Our neighbou...
Wednesday 17th November 2010 9:51 am
Fourth Wall of Faustus
Memento mori – remember you must die.
Faustus heed thy warning.
Speaketh not devils,
Angels exeunt with wretched abandon.
Enter Indigo.
Thine saviour art not light nor dark.
Thou art thine saviour,
Thy soul art Medusa in thy mind,
Thou darest not meet its gaze...
frozen as Atlantis abyss.
Thawed as a lobster in
Satan’s furna...
Monday 15th November 2010 2:50 am
Also by Ushiku Crisafulli:
Death in a Library | Afraid to Dance |November (Massive at last)
Oh they never applauded me this much!
Endless cheering!
Thousands of throats screaming,
thousands of hands waving at me only!
only - it's thousands of leaves on a massive ash tree
Friday 12th November 2010 7:26 pm
Also by Dali:
November (Unbearable one) | November (Golden fallen) |A gardener reminisces.
A gardener reminisces.
A long-ago morning, bright but biting cold,
I forked a client's border. A sheen of frost
had silenced the robins, silvered the cobwebs and glossed
a gorgeous Norway Maple's veils of gold.
One by one she dropped her leaves and tossed
playfully some of the sparkliest at my head,
laid the rest around me as a bed
and unabashed lolled ...
Thursday 11th November 2010 5:51 pm
Outdated
I Hated Being Outdated
They said our library was outdated
So now we’ve gone all automated - - -
Well, I don’t like it: sounds absurd! –
Once, I enjoyed a civil word
With the librarian at the counter:
Such a pleasant, nice encounter! –
All that’s gone! – and, dearie me,
We’ve gone all high-tech and IT –
And poor old Martha Plumton-Scot...
Thursday 11th November 2010 5:36 pm
No Call for It
NO CALL FOR IT
not much call for
Bismarck and the Entente Cordiale
in these parts I suggest
the Civil Service Exams
small feet run in my family really
for reference only do you own
a suit solid ladder to a pension
one day these facts won’t
need you the assassination of Franz
Ferdinand by the Black Hand Gang led
through various...
Thursday 11th November 2010 1:50 pm
WATCHING BOB BROZMAN AT THE WESTY IN OCTOBER 2010
On the bus there are people going to see Bob:- girls with their new Apple iPhones; women who carry orange shopping bags; men on their way from work; and some young dudes behind me whose vowels skid all over the place as they talk; the referee, rugby players and crowd huddled under floodlights.
They're the sort of people whose life won't be complete until a few hours time when they wou...
Wednesday 10th November 2010 7:42 pm
Also by Rodney Wood:
WITHOUT AND WITHIN | I AM HOLDING AN OBJECT OF SIGNIFICANCE |A Citizen Peasant Answers a Question of a Man of Graces
If ever you want to wind up an Irishman like me, dress up in full riding gear and refer to yourself and you chums as "gentry". The following poem, while not Shakespeare, retells a story from Tyrellspass in Westmeath beside me where one poor tourist made the mistake...
Can you tell me, sir, a man passing did say
To a citizen of Ireland at his gate one day
When the ...
Wednesday 10th November 2010 1:44 pm
Moar Pomes 2001 - 2010
Tunisian Holiday
The girl danced the hokey cokey
Before smoking a fag
She obviously wanted
The best of both worlds
2004 Pieces.
The world is now almost silent.
Text message on my phone?
Without nuance or expression
It’s hard to lower the tone
Emoticons - I con emote
I used one Valentine’s Day ‘95
It’s difficult when you’re emoting in a new language
I can’...
Tuesday 9th November 2010 9:18 pm
Poppy Picking Day
I say this to poppy-wearers; which is it?
The papery one that sprang from Flanders mud,
To jog the memory of long rotten dead?
Or the one from Afghan fields,
The flower of pipe-line power,
That feeds the morphine d...
Tuesday 9th November 2010 5:30 pm
Loves Label Lost
I have a shelf,
And on that shelf
There are jars.
Some labelled,
Some not.
There is one jar
I've been trying to find
Hidden in
Amongst the others;
Identical from the outside.
That jar
Was always labelled
But now that label's gone
And I can't find
The right receptacle.
I opened a few
In my hunt
And have to admit
To being skeptical
Of ever finding it!
Tuesday 9th November 2010 1:48 am
Also by Steven Kenny:
Castaway | The Afflicted |"Your Game is their Game"
A ball for a bullet,
A blade made of grass,
Or kerbstones made from needles,
And broken glass?
A free-kick that's given
You don't need to take,
It doesn't have a value,
Till it's given away.
A fix when you score,
Your team's winning goal,
A scratch on your record, adding some spin,
Mixing of people, Your Game's pulling them in.
Commentate; they'll all listen,
You...
Friday 5th November 2010 10:54 pm
Also by Carmine Grimshaw:
(untitled) |NOT A PATCH ON US
Lest – lest, pay heed lest
we for-get we are the best;
lose sight of Old England’s story
one of endless power and glory
blood-and-gutsy, primal, gory;
triumph in each foreign land.
Might - might, ours by right
just remember might is right!
None surpass the English Army
foes like Hitler – all are barmy
same for Mullah, same for Swami;
Christ is E...
Friday 5th November 2010 12:36 pm
Mind yourself
If you've a mind,
and if that mind takes you beyond where they would mind,
and if you don't mind that,
and if you've a mind to challenge yourself,
to explore yourself,
It.
And if you're bound to run it through your mind,
controlled or otherwise,
to a point where you feel that you need some restraint;
but you can't tie down exactly what it means,
can't con...
Friday 5th November 2010 11:55 am
Also by Christopher Dawson:
Autumn Fen |Rise and Fall
I watch as your chest
Rises and falls
With every laboured breath.
I stare and I wait
For your eyes to snap open
To tell me its all a dream.
You're not really ill.
Just a terrible nightmare,
But my wish isn't granted.
I just watch as your chest
Rises and falls
In the same difficult way.
I start to remember
A time when your were well.
I whisper aloud to you.
...
Wednesday 3rd November 2010 7:36 pm
Bens story..The cat the mouse and the spider..by Ben age 7 yrs for my grandma Bernadette
A little cat walks through the house looking for a friendly mouse.He is thinking of mouse for supper when suddenly he sees a spider and he smirks and thinks yummy that spider looks delicious and suddenly there was a big GULP !! and the spider was in the cat's tummy.The cat was licking his lips when he saw a little mouse. Hello little mouse do come over for a chat, then he GULPED !!! him up in ...
Monday 1st November 2010 7:14 pm
Site Stats October 2010
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Monday 1st November 2010 7:44 am
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