Breathe in this moment,

And breathe out your rage.

Serenity and peace

Will come as you age.

Worry not of your folly,

But let the past go.

Just like the weather,

Let everything flow.

Life, it comes natural

To us on this earth,

The right to our freedom

Is given at birth

Read and leave comments (2)

The world

Smells

Beautiful

Just after

A storm

And

The best

Thing you

Ever did

Was

HitHimBack

Read and leave comments (0)

Therein The Beast Lies

     How complicit are they,

They that propagate the hate

We serve beneath?

And you my friend of World,

Are you in allegiance

With deceit and power and,

Should and does it matter today?

     Do we allow reality

Befall us all,

Or do we turn our back

Upon its value,

‘Consider’ only ourselves

And not,

     The World

In whic...

Read and leave comments (0)

Hush….

Don’t

Write

Don’t

Say a

Word

A time

And

A place

Not to

Diverse 

Say

Nothing

If nothing

Is written

Or

Said

It cannot

Be seen

Or placed

In the head

If not

Heard

Or

Seen

Then it

Didn’t

Take place

There’s

An art

To saying

Nothing

Fingers on

Lips

Children

And

...

Read and leave comments (1)

What would we do if the poems ran out

our energy supplies cut off?

How would we explain that away

without the words and what they convey?

Like the blind we'd have to evolve

with only the touchrod of insight to solve

those infinite days and their challenging ways

to stumble over imponderable matters

and stare at statues

or bleakly at sunsets

devoid ...

Read and leave comments (1)

I open my front door, straight into climate change and the dull M1 roar – all hours.

I go to the school as a teacher, only to drain creativity and imagination out of the kids,

With constant assessment and onlyone focus on grades.

GCSE’s are only league tables’ kids. 

I pass by people, finger fucking their apps and friends with smart phone dementia.

Press ‘like’ , press ‘share’ ...

Read and leave comments (4)

Tyson Fury is definitely one of a kind

A man of grit and steel if you don’t mind

A gentle giant with something special to prove

Inside the ring, just watch him on the move

The boxing world is in for an almighty shock

From this travelling man of Irish gypsy stock

His opponent is a mountain named Klitschko

Will he triumph and win the day - I don’t think so

They go into battle...

Read and leave comments (0)

Suggestion to believe, attempts for waking

Operating in quizzed facade, holes masking

Reality, tenants streaming, marked, restless

People too proud to sign away the crust

Almost defiant, though wind and cold dent

Order in file, pattern disrupted, hard-desked

Travel through fire to freeze in fog warped

Control can't take the heart from the flame.

Read and leave comments (0)

Back where I was once

I am now contrived,

Awaiting the return trip;

Waiting in strained advance-

Abandoned thus obliged.

This situationist event

Becomes an angry retort:

To reply to actions

One must think

of the consequences-

Or file a 'Missing' report.

words and foto Tommy Carroll

Read and leave comments (0)

I wrote this poem while in Aviemore on a Highland Creative Writing course.  We had to pick an item of furniture and turn it into somethingelse.  I chose a lampshade and turned it into a hat.

The ladies hat

Was like a lampshade

And it was

Much too big

When she put it on

It altered the shape

Of her wig!

She was hoping to

Go to Ascot

And the races

But, when her hat an...

Read and leave comments (2)

The wind howls,

The choral voice of unified wolves,

In the night - the wild pack stalks,

Reaping vengeance with blood fueled sentiment,

It twists and turns in my gut,

Feral outcasts to sink teeth,

Snarling with vicious purpose,

To tear sinew from bone,

Plunging deeper into innocent flesh,

That bleeds with reverence,

Life pouring from my sullen veins,

I revile the r...

Read and leave comments (0)

Wanting solid understanding

instead Mother adopting

vain Stepsister coming

from fairytale home.

Glass mirror Princess

taunting humple dwelling

upper class mountain

overlooking council valley.

Outrageous branded outfits

fashionable tasteless shoes

lifestyle not fitting

into Waynes's world.

To escape tension

smoking strong weed

getting so high

Read and leave comments (0)

cuttin daisy
oh, we gettin hazy
forgettin the trophy wives
paying in time, midnight tithes

pearly grins chasing irrespose
knife kept close to the table though
we're beginners to skullduggery
past the age of forty five
self-manager funeral the righteous ones
we're scandal like a saint suns

blood for iron 
that's how we've always traded it
prove your worthlessness in a cage
earnt re...

Read and leave comments (2)

I think

Poetry has Power:

the definitive Art of Words.

Perhaps a siren song of tonal syllables

running music through the mind;

an elusive vision caught with inspired imagery;

or a bold reality wrenched into reason;

But especially the seductive expansion

of metaphysical meaning

whether deliberate or not.

I think

we taste and test the value of an apt word

pr...

Read and leave comments (2)

comrade osborne and the little red book

The chancellor’s autumn statement
and McDonnell’s quoting Mao!
It’s a joke. A jest. A jolly jape
to illustrate just how
George is selling off our assets
to global profiteers
and the Chinese state is buying up
the things which we hold dear
while the media says... nothing
a conspiracy of silence
on illiterate economics
and structural state viol...

Read and leave comments (7)

We didn’t have much money but none of us did then;

I hope we never see those austere times come back again.

But Mam and Dad both did their best for Linda and for me

So once a year we’d take the train for Skeggie-by-the-Sea.

We packed our sheets and blankets and put-ups for our bunks

But worst of all embarrassments we packed the woolly trunks.

The woolly trunks were legend; m...

Read and leave comments (9)

With a nod to Edward Thomas.

............................................

Yes - I remember Derek Hatton...the name

Because one political summer of heat

The media drew up there interestedly.

The Party hissed.  Many votes left and few votes came

To that bare platform

What I recall is Hatton...just the name.

........................................................................

Read and leave comments (1)

I should find

some way to combine

the lightness of these giggles

and earnest, loaded questions,

this freedom, ropes of light,

my sorrow, pounded wisdom.

I should move

between the child who wants

just to be fickle, tickling, gaping,

and this silent, throbbing person

whose torments are my own.

Red leaves are rotting under too much care.

Can we tilt

am...

Read and leave comments (2)

Nicotine is my queen,
She will be with me allways ,
But she treats me so mean,
Shes wot i want allways,
My freedom i want to redeem,
But im her prisoner allways.

She stands there with her hand on her hip, and licking her lip
I cant refuse a kiss.
Im calling out mayday,
I cant keep this
bitch at bay.

She stole my soul,
Now im stuck
in this tobacco hell hole.
Shes between my finger...

Read and leave comments (1)

life is but a dance,

from the fast to the slow 

from the heartbreaking to the breath taking

we live a dance

work is merely  the box step

going round and round again

ralationships are like the conga

kick a leg out only to bring it back again

life is just a dance

prosicution of the steps are key

if you fail you need to get back into the rythm of success

bac...

Read and leave comments (1)

Only on grounds of seniority
By default
You try to assume authority
But mind that
Though for a century
Under water comfortably sat,
Swim like a fish
A stone can't!//

With no effort to acquire knowledge, at times  some members of the old staff undermine the young staff !

Read and leave comments (0)

The Snowflake Poem

A form of infinite beauty

A creation unlike any other,

Every crystal a masterpiece

Of design never to be repeated,

Crafted in the greatest architecture

But so transiently and fleetingly seen.

One flake of individual beauty

Made to melt and be lost forever,

Every frosted fern just gone

With no trace left behind,

One of nature’s greatest ...

Read and leave comments (4)

I’m looking for a holiday. 
I’m surfing on the internet. 
I want a little getaway, 
a place I haven’t been yet. 
I hit on this site 
-‘s got lovely colour photos, 
the prices are all right, 
there’s lotsa countries you can go. 
It’s called: Culturerelaxationandadventurepackageworld.com. Culturerelaxationandadventurepackageworld.com 
That’s C-R-A-P-World dot com. 
C-R-A-P 
CRAP WORLD! CR...

Read and leave comments (9)

Ecoute L’Indifference

Mister Watts and I are struggling to persuade
the venerable ladies of Cottingham Library
to let us loose on the good book borrowers
of Cottingham and Mister Watts and I

are so very dedicated to our craft. That 
of poetry and our recitals even though I say 
so myself are very entertaining. We have that
Pizzazz. But the esteemed ladies pass on our

details to anot...

Read and leave comments (1)

Blood. 

Crimson, shining, wet.

It pools around my feet, 

Weaving through the valleys of my toes.

Warm to the touch.

Beauty found in the form of creation:

I created this. I brought this to the surface. 

Allowed it to travel my hills and valleys;

Emotions running over my knees

Hate dripping off my thigh

Love contouring my wrists.

Power found in the smallest of object...

Read and leave comments (0)

Bordering On The Ridiculous.

We’re leading up to Christmas,

The season of goodwill,

The bombings and the shootings,

There’s someone there to kill.

The global situation,

The terror is the street.

And half a million refugees,

Are voting with their feet.

You can’t equate our village life,

With Syria or worse,

Our lives must seem like heaven,

And thei...

Read and leave comments (5)

Outside a warm room

In some middle-class place

Tramps starve

Children drown

Economies crumble

Nations arm

Wars rage

Powers fall

People mourn

Debts mount

Rapists prowl

Fools pray

Cars crash

Victims weep

Wounds bleed

Madmen rage

The kettle clicks.

A steaming latte

Warms contented lips.

Read and leave comments (2)

(Another Limerick-rant)

Their behaviour was quite idiotic

Concerning the antibiotic

Jabbing swig after swig

Into fattening pig

Leaving future bug-battling chaotic

Read and leave comments (2)

Soft murmurings 

Carried on the wings of a breeze, 

Lost in space 

Not knowing 

Why. 

Breeze turns to gale 

Murmurings become screams and 

Shouting 

Why? 

Only God knows! 

Read and leave comments (0)

A weakened soul replicates an owl 

concerned this delicate branch will fail

lay still, perturbed to retrace

today's shift a far off place

eventually will arrive in its own time 

if one awakens to save face

A constant sorrow known too well

frequently isolated constant spell

not to mention that fateful word

down in the dungeon unheard

way down where the brave men g...

Read and leave comments (0)

From Facebook came a Croc of Shit

To read and click and share

No longer I'll put up with it

Accused that I 'don't care'

"Share this if you have a heart"

"If you 'like' please type 'Amen'"

It stinks more than a day old fart

To read this shit again.. again.. again

I don't care if you send a curse

Wrath of God and all his might

One Direction would be worse

A...

Read and leave comments (8)

It’s okay
in our own ways
we all break
apart sometimes

when we’re apart
sometimes
I break

I saw the light one evening
walking home
what was I doing 
lost, there
when I should have been 
with you
just you

It’s okay
in our own ways
we all break
apart sometimes

Walking home
I face myself fully
face all I’ve done

And tell myself
it’s okay
it’s alright
we all break
br...

Read and leave comments (1)

We’ll never rest after stating: we can’t

We need a short common word composite

Let’s make a global one love people’s chant

Not big media but the opposite

They want our minds to stay in their big box

They’re kind of good at scaring everyone

What they can really do good is kick rocks

They want to make sure to sell every gun

They’ll have us think Bill, young wo...

Read and leave comments (0)

Summer’s End, Turvin Moor to Cragg Vale

The long dry spell affects me

Peat desiccated and dusty taking the shine off my boots

White sand blown and banked at the path sides into small dunes

Quartz scoured from rock outcrops peppers the peat hags

Heather flowers faded from purple to brown husks clinging to clothing

Collon Bobs with ash coloured stems petrified by last winter’s burn

Read and leave comments (2)

Dark

It is the darkest of dark                              

An inky black of Carbon Sea

Where sky and water are of one

Where hell in its fury is unleashed

As it sweeps and swaggers

Upon all it surveys

Fury set ablaze

Its shadow cast upon sea and land

Every man, woman or child that falls

Beneath its breath

Beneath its gaze that witness

The spark and crackle of r...

Read and leave comments (7)

I was kind of hoping,
That you would come along,
Like the answer to a prayer,
And the music to a song.

Like the kind of thing that happens,
At a special place and time,
That will change our lives forever,
Like a fantasy of mine.

The fantasy was there before,
I ever knew your name,
And now that I have found you,
We will never be the same.

So, pardon, if I look at you,
Forgive me ...

Read and leave comments (3)

Paris, 13 November 2015

I weep for you, Paris,

Every beautiful boulevard,

Every humble street

Whose pavements so often have welcomed my feet –

Every drop of blood shed;

Every beating heart dead;

Every au revoir said –

Your heart-beat is mine, too:

Paris, I weep for you –

And WE say to hate: you will never destroy

Good. And we SHALL sing for joy ...

Read and leave comments (2)

Full moon.

A wolf turned human

Is given papers,

A leather carrying case,

A chair and desk

At which to gnaw

His new chains.

Read and leave comments (1)

Read and leave comments (1)

Tear off my guilt,
tie me to your salvation,
innocence will fall,
at your feet of vindication.

Katypoetess 2015

Read and leave comments (1)

Our lovely son
One minute you were here
And then you were gone.
We tried all we could to help you stay
But you just faded away.

Read and leave comments (2)

Take my hand

Where we stand

I know you can

If you just try

I dont want to cry

But it hurts

Makes me feel like dirt

Why can't you hold my hand?

Is it because I'm bland?

Are you proud?

Am I too loud?

Why can't you just say I am yours and you are mine?

Everything was going fine

But alas I feel like I'm lying

I'm wanting more

More than you are willing to gi...

Read and leave comments (3)

despite not been at my best today, i was over today at a exhibition launch at stalybridge train station mixing together poetry and photography which featured two of my poems 

http://onewriterandhispc.blogspot.co.uk/2015/11/poetry-at-stalybridge-train-station.html

it's in the waiting room on platform 4 if you are ever passing. excellent fun (

Read and leave comments (0)

The sharp sounds of popping gun shots.

The sharp reality of every shot heard

rings out to another mindless death

another mindful human being.

The gunmen hidden from view

finding it hard to relate

Hard to understand...

the gunmen's venomous hate.

Senseless killing, screams chilling.

Scrambling to escape in any route they find.

Clinging to window panes

Whilst panicke...

Read and leave comments (2)

Paris is beautiful

knee deep in French blood

stepped over by my Muslim brothers

it's understood

you saw him in a doorway

heard him chant

“where doing this in Allah's name”

saw him collect groceries and a few chemicals in between

but you did nothing ...

but step over French blood

it's understood ..

as it's western and impure

holds the values ...

Read and leave comments (2)

Little by little,

the noose is tightened.

Breathe slow,

Its time.

Read and leave comments (0)

The ice in her eyes

Melted the trickle of lies

Encrypted on her face

Exposing a jasmine malaise

A trace of despair

Aces - a pair

Concealed up her sleave

Flattered to decieve

The weave of the web

The nails - a bed

The words - token

Olive branches, stripped - broken

Guilt sounds tip toe

Around a blonde glow

In the looking glass

Of new mown ...

Read and leave comments (0)

Something I've been pondering:

When you read a journal's submission guidelines, they almost always say "Read a few issues of our journal first, so you know what sort of thing we want." But time and money constrain the number of journals that anyone can keep up with. Does this really mean that it's only good form to attempt to submit to four or five particular journals?

Read and leave comments (1)

Read a couple of poems at Old Court, Wigan for the first time and enjoyed it. Great atmosphere, great poems and (dare I say it?) great compere. Hope to see you all next time.

Bill Lythgoe

Read and leave comments (0)

How to write poetry manuals

How sad are they?

That so desperately seeking

You’d take time from the day

To give credence to what

The accepted might say

To sit in a room

And think it away  

Read and leave comments (1)