This and Warhol says Fall back and pay me your Dollers
Wednesday 31st December 2014 11:30 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
...all the best | What borders do |Freedom of Thought
I can't think inside this house.
My thoughts have no room at all.
They struggle, battling each other for space,
jostling against hard, closed walls,
reeling back to me clumsily,
angry, trapped and bitter,
inflicting the darkest mood.
I need wide open spaces
to send thoughts soaring away,
to circle around and arrange themselves
sweeping along the bay,
over the rocks and over the sea,
...
Wednesday 31st December 2014 8:17 pm
Also by Judi Strega:
Shipwreck |The Day the Bluebird got Engaged (12/31/14)
Today I'll tout my love of the impermanent, chaotic life ineffectively:
bullets through the hypnotic waters of a dream, slowing but never stopping,
mocking in the shadows of doorways that I'll never quite make it through before I wake.
Impermanence doesn't fill a bed where thinking stops to rest a while, so feeling's free to tread,
and smug debate victory doesn't pull the sun above horizons b...
Wednesday 31st December 2014 6:52 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
Cutter 11 (12/01/2014) | Heartburn v2 | Working Prayer (11/24/2014) | Thursday Night (09/11/2014) | Muffler (08/02/2014) | I've Lost my Revolution (07/14/2014) | Speech 1 (07/13/2014) | Frank (06/05/2014) | Ode's Lamentation (05/25/2014) | Brazen to Call it Independence (05/24/2014) | Nurse (02/01/2014) | RE: The Identity Farce (12/27/2013) | Demi-Gloss (05/13/2013) | 2am Untitled snippets (05/07/2013) | 777 (04/26/2013) | Desk Job (02/21/2013) | Monosyllabic Apparatus (11/13/2012) | Sunreiss (10/18/2012) | An Alley in Midday (08/05/2012) | Monday (06/26/2012) | Retrogade Renegade (05/29/2012) | Symbol (05/21/2012) | Men of Valor (04/23/2012) | Promise Ring (04/03/2012) | Interview with a Coffee Muse (03/25/2012) | Roulette (03/24/2012) | Wasn't Odessa (02/20/2012) | Blue Light Phantasm (02/13/2012) | Hangover 1 (02/05/2012) | What (12/26/2011) | Red (11/11/2011) | Comma (10/16/2011) | Revol (09/05/2011) | Prair (08/28/2011) | The Napkin Kiss (06/29/2011) | Sin (02/13/2011) | Fence Shuffle Posse (04/07/2010) | Simean (02/04/2010) | Letters' Compilation |Merseyside poets
Liverpool Salon will be organising a debate on poetry in the New Year. If there are any poets with a publication that they would like me to include in an article I will be writing for the site then please contact me through Facebook
http://www.facebook.com/denis.joe.7
Tuesday 30th December 2014 5:41 pm
Also by Denis:
This is such a fantastic collection. |THE TURNING OF THE YEAR
Now Two Zero One Four winds down to its close
I wonder once more where the time of my life goes.
As we welcome the onset of Two Zero One Five
There's comfort in knowing the spirit will strive
Through life's hurly-burly...the push and the shove -
For the prospect of giving and getting some love.
.....................................................................................
...Tuesday 30th December 2014 5:20 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES AROUND | CONSIDER THIS | CHRISTMAS IN PAKISTAN | THOUGHTS AT CHRISTMAS - a re-post | BLUE REMEMBERED LIGHTS | EMBRACEABLE US! |Crumbs
And pathways
Tuesday 30th December 2014 2:04 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:
murikami's wood | Tiptoe | Shipwrecked | Barefoot | pictures of living | Listless | Road Kill | All the little fishes | Silver light | Poet-tree | Life tales |A hole in the sky
There’s a hole in the sky
Where the light pokes through
Where white cotton clouds
Move softly, silently
Confusing the eye
Diffusing the view
Whilst in contradiction
The dark grey, the white and the black
Mix, match, meld and obscure
Everything within sight
Every now and then a snapshot
Reveals a pocket of the deepest blue
As if trying to escape
Atte...
Monday 29th December 2014 10:48 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
A card from home |The Mechanical Turk
A neat contrivance of rods and cams
creates the illusion a hustler seeks.
His window dressing perfects the hoax –
the turban and robes a thespian’s flourish…
This season Mechanics is all the rage
in fairground shows and court, where
an empress cheats but can’t outsmart
some gadget’s lack of class.
It takes a certain kind of flair to plot
the chequered board. A ...
Monday 29th December 2014 8:02 pm
Also by David Cooke:
A Waldorf Salad | Work | Aretha Franklin | ICE | Pheasant | Whisper in Agony |You take the sunshine ....
You take the sunshine from my morning.
You take the dreams from my night
And you leave your crimson shadow
In every corner of my life.
So many times I’ve tried to be your friend
I know I’ll never try again
This time, this time it’s goodbye.
Your footsteps have always guided me
I did not move away
And your blood red shadow has covered
My every day.
So many times I’ve tried t...
Monday 29th December 2014 10:06 am
Anteros
You come to me when I least expect it,
As my thoughts, idle, spiral into the inky darkness which envelops me
Rising in a euphoria of hazy violet, unanchored, until you materialise, suspended above me,
Drawing them around you, immersing yourself in the haze, as you
Drown me in hazel and poison me with possibilities, each more fantastic than the last;
Tumbling into my thoughts, ...
Monday 29th December 2014 12:00 am
Rhetoric
I’ve found Angels haunting darkness and some riddles clear as answers
Seen evil help the weakest soul saw new lives start with cancers
Studied rocks to learn to fly found learning in forgetting
Saw blood and bone return to dust then watched the new sun setting
Pondered if there is a soul and at what price would I sell
Contemplated on the afterlife and tales the mystics tel...
Sunday 28th December 2014 11:42 pm
All or Nothing
I toked and turned away
Blowing out the long, dry drag
Over the old dying thoughts, laugh and say
I don't know why it was so nice to be with her
Kinsey rolled back over
The looks in our eyes so questioning more
My hope in us, if ever lost; whenever
I wanted you to want me to be the whore
It's gonna take me to forever
Let the energy speak
Without your excitation and fe...
Sunday 28th December 2014 11:27 pm
Judge My Love
She didn't understand what she did
When the first hello was said
Words soft and sweet wanting more
Listening to every word she told
Honest and fun a sweetheart's tale
Giggles to stupid jokes I failed
Becoming depended on her each day
Each moment I think of her
My drug it seems, I'm addicted
Orgasmic pleasures with her miles away
More erotic than I ever imaged
Wanting more than I could h...
Sunday 28th December 2014 12:38 pm
Also by UInk :
Painted Passion | Losing Battle | Heart Felt | In Chain, No | Sides of Deception | Burden | Linear Measurement | Repeat | When Genius and Insanity Hold Hands | An Edge | Scribble | In the Snow | Seclusion |"I Love You."
~~"I love you."
is just three small words,
but when it is spoken
it holds a power
so beautiful.
So, When revealing
those three little, yet powerful words
to a heart so fragile
make sure that you mean it,
and show her the difference between
" I LOVE YOU." and "I love you."
because anyone can say " I love you."
So, remember that love is a feeling
that is shared between two,
not...
Sunday 28th December 2014 2:47 am
Also by Spoken_Thoughts:
Fuck You | A Fool |LOVE
LOVE
Love hides in the gap
Between sleep and dawn
In the space under stairs
The air above skies
And the void below ground
Love is neither left nor right
Up or down, in or out
It will not be confined
Like a ship in a bottle
Or restrained like a horse
With bit and bridle
Love keeps no appointment
If you ever meet love
It will spring out
Wit...
Friday 26th December 2014 3:18 pm
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas , my dearest friends,
Living on different and beautiful Lands!
Merry Christmas to all - big and small!
Merry Christmas to you and you, and you!
To all those who say more often "hello" than "adieu".
Merry Christmas to all… rich and poor,
To those who are always know and sure
That tomorrow will certainly come,
That our world is blithesome and awesome.
Merry Christmas to...
Thursday 25th December 2014 2:45 am
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
The 22nd of December | Pritty Little Boy | Butterfly & Snake |Christmas
Christmas
We gathered round
And tucked into
Some family
Misery
(of that there were plenty)
Forgettable presents
Opened and discarded
A carving knife
For the vegetarian
A heavy metal CD
For the soul fan
We pulled crackers
(of which most of them were)
And left everything
Which had to be said
Unspoken
Slowly we crept
B...
Wednesday 24th December 2014 9:16 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
WHILST THE SEA SINGS PRAYERS |Christmas Eve
Christmas Eve
They've come through another rubbish day
fitted like files in cabinets
of standard dimensions:
nameplate at their workstation,
extension in
the Division's phonebook.
After lunch, turning a page in life's diary,
afternoon goes by:
phones ring, birds fly to skies'
end, and back again.
*
Each moment not a moment too soon,
neon lights ...
Wednesday 24th December 2014 4:06 pm
Also by David Andrew:
Delirium in winter: the destination of snow | Christmas Morning | A modern nursery rhyme |What is Life??
What is Life?
What is Life?
The treacherous path known to wise
Untroubled course squandered by imbeciles. .
What is Life?
The journey pronounced by time
The journey lost in time. .
What is Life?
The gift from heavenly abode
The curse of humankind. .
What is Life?
The tool to exist
The way to live. .
Wednesday 24th December 2014 8:19 am
Also by Undead:
I |Song - Me Baby ...
Oh me baby went out with the bathwater
‘e went sailin’ darn the drain
Me baby went out with the bathwater
Ain’t it just a blimmin’ shame!
‘e was never a beautiful baby
With a face like a little pug
Me baby went out with the bathwater
Cos I forgot the plug!
I remember when I ‘ad ‘im
It came as a big surprise
When ‘e popped out with a scream and a shout
I c...
Tuesday 23rd December 2014 6:19 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:
Song for a dead gannet |Waiting for her
A connection between you and me
A lost connection in time i cant find
I cant let go as it comes by
A fortune lost in space
A fortune in her heart and i cant find the keys
with struggle I breathe
A nightmare that never ends
If it comes to an end I fall
we have our separate ways
Just that one piece we need to see
A chance
space is infinity
The emotions I cry with ...
Tuesday 23rd December 2014 9:11 am
Brother
upon shoulders
so high
and the blades of grass become trees
trampolines bounce
we're in the sky
and the puddles become lakes
I can swim
because I have you to teach me
but who taught you?
thrown in and forced to paddle
not ready
sunny sidewalks are flooded by shadows
I tried
beating on the bathroom door
and oh god
in your arm
it sticks
the devil is yellow
mixed wit...
Tuesday 23rd December 2014 4:38 am
Also by Cher:
Fly |Waiting for Nancy (XIV)
Dancing around half empty coke bottles
Chiselled in shadows
Our 14th meet up
By now spinning into Mid November
Was laced in a glow of happiness
Of reconnecting with old friends
And awakening new love
(with your encouragement of course)
covered in a glow of happiness,
bubbling in my emotions
fashioned in marble
cutting a swathe with excitement
from her home in Bacup
throughout all of...
Monday 22nd December 2014 10:04 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:
Waiting for Nancy (XIII) | Waiting for Nancy (XII) |Mind the Gap
Thirteen billion years and more
The universe has turned.
One three hundred and fifty millionth of that
Is but a minute fraction on the cosmic scale.
But in that time the earth has been around the sun
Forty times, enough for two generations to try and fail.
As is proper in these enlightened times
It’s considered wrong to treat this gap
...as if it doesn’t matter...
Monday 22nd December 2014 9:25 pm
This Christmas
This Christmas
I have a man, a tree.
I have awesome friends
that care about me.
This Christmas
I have a cat, Mum and Dad -
I have sisters and nephews
that make my heart glad.
This Christmas I can say
“life is great!”
I sit in love
and not fear or hate.
And every year
I’ve had prospects, a bed.
I’ve had nice clothes.
I’ve always been fed.
Monday 22nd December 2014 6:34 pm
Card Story (A Christmas Poem)
Stuck in the middle of another drift
The sledge looks lost without reindeer
As Father Christmas stands there
Looking over the roof
At firstly the smoke
Blowing off the next house
Choked out by the wind
Taxis turning into snowploughs
On the next road
Almost by magic
Out of total nowhere
And dogs morphing into wolves
Howling over and over
In the moonlight
Children in the nearby fie...
Monday 22nd December 2014 12:43 pm
Good Times
Good Times
Cold light of dusk
illuminated through
these stained glass windows.
Candles lit for saints and sinners
cast dancing shadows
on the marbled aisles.
Prayers for lost souls,
mumbled in archaic prose
to heighten sense
of magic and reverence.
Genuflection.
Sign of the Cross.
Body of Christ.
Blood of Christ
Soul of Man
The burnt rag smell
of i...
Saturday 20th December 2014 7:38 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
A Wee Dram | Anti-Christ(mas) |Christmas...
Sublime Christmas, you come bejeweled
filling with magic every home
with your noble expression of generosity
Along the tree, gifts, lights,
the dreams that come reality,
and others that remain behind,
feelings of love invade us nostalgically
with sadness for those who are no longer with us
Suitable time for love,
friendship, spiritual wealth,
convinced ...
Saturday 20th December 2014 3:17 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:
It's only that... |I'm not German But...
I...
Well it's already started off bad.
But IF I lived in Russia
My name would be Vlad (you stereotypical basterd)
I would have time to take an iron hammer blanket
to freeze in a watchtower to spy the Ice grow
forming and joining like a secret service clan
meeting in the dead of night
discussing the nuclear plan
Oppressed by the sun light...
Quiet patriotic meets
T...
Friday 19th December 2014 10:53 pm
Also by Quiet Comet:
No regrets | Just another day |LE PERE FOUETTARD
(IN MANY CULTURES IN THE WORLD THERE CO-EXISTS WITH SANTA THE CONCEPT OF A NASTY SANTA WHO BEATS NAUGHTY CHILDREN. IN FRANCE HE IS KNOWN AS PERE FOUETTARD)
My Santa you will never see upon your Christmas card,
The counterpart of Pere Noel: his brother, Pere Fouettard.
I know if I’m a good girl that his presents will be mine;
Le Pere Noel will visit me, avuncular, benign.
...
Friday 19th December 2014 9:17 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Dear Sarah and Samantha | IN THE GROTTO | HARRY POETER |Poem published on poetry24
My poem on the Scottish referendum result, published on Poetry 24. Big thanks to Laura Taylor for switching me on to the blog..
Thursday 18th December 2014 10:41 am
Also by Gary Smillie:
The Hill Runners (A New Poem) |Fallacy
Fallacy
An eloquent visage placed upon a pedestal of mosaic stones,
Creamy white snow shimmering,
Glistening freshly cut phernomes sit eloquently upon your chest.
"They will die!," you say.
"They will die!," you say.
Erogenous plains outline your temporal landscapes,
An infinite glaze of still-life sunflowers,
Procreating infants breadth,
Hypnotizing Adriatic oils,
...Wednesday 17th December 2014 6:44 pm
GOD WILLING, SHE SAID.
I know that I'm a lucky man;
it seems apparent every day.
But I am one among a host
whose luck evolved another way.
Such unwonted suffering
is not the grist that gods allot,
so how shall I be happy here
amid all those I know are not?
Wednesday 17th December 2014 7:29 am
humbled and worn
"Why don't you yell back!? Why don't you argue and fight!? I need a man who will challenge my opinion!" I am humbled and worn. The days of playful pleading are passed. The hours of only our company for sustenance have left us. You once begged me to hold you until you slept, but now my presence disturbs your slumber. I will still work tired to...
Tuesday 16th December 2014 9:33 pm
Also by Lint Gannon:
Within My Rights |Advice
How prolific your profundity,
To see what others cannot see,
To relate your divine acuity,
To take the time to talk to me,
To advise advice altruistically,
To lower yourself to charity,
To solicit unsolicited graciously,
To presumably pontificate pompuosly
To offer two red cents for free.
Tuesday 16th December 2014 7:26 am
Also by James Roper:
Warm Nights Behind the Orange Grove | Girl of My Dreams |Tryst
Cuffed and collar’d – not entirely wedded n’ bound
Retaining strength with freedom recently found
In gallant splendour of posies he dutifully bade
She became his princess, and nonchalant maid
She washed away his tears with sweat of sin
An’ hell coloured hair that whipp’d his skin
Oh scornful mistress! How can you chide and glow?
Because, she smiled, that’s the way troubadour g...
Sunday 14th December 2014 7:10 pm
Collection
Public and Personal
I will be launching a collection of my poetry at the Dead Good Poets in Liverpool on Wednesday 17th December.If you have read and liked any of my stuff on Write Outloud,
please come along at 7:30 this Wednesday.
Stephen Smith
Sunday 14th December 2014 5:56 pm
..i have this fear
-the ramblings of another young girl-
written: 11/29/14
I have this fear.
It keeps me awake when I try to sleep.
It drips into my mind like the rain drips from my window.
I have this fear.
I feel like it will never leave me.
I can't remember the last time it wasn't weighing me down.
I have this fear.
It keeps my heart wrapped in heavy chains.
It makes me scar...
Saturday 13th December 2014 7:57 pm
Also by .L.m.P.:
Feel |"I want to eat your cancer" - Nirvana
Inspired by Nirvana's song 'heart-shaped box'. The line "I want to eat your cancer" was so strong and powerful, really got me thinking
I want to eat your cancer,
Sip your darkness, your evils,
Drink from your chalice of disease,
Soak up your pain, bathe in it, wash in it...
So that you are dry.
And when you are too dry;
Powdery, breaking, crumbling,
Ill offer you a dri...
Saturday 13th December 2014 5:15 pm
LIVE
The scarlet of your poison still stains deep
The girl left stands in the corner weeping
Hiding her face so you can't see the shame
You've left
Love lame and passions undermined
From nowhere you appeared as if by fate
Your face awake and bright you teased and won
You stole the light and toyed with me all night
Your intentions unknown to me that night...
SP ...
Friday 12th December 2014 9:06 pm
For An Afternoon
your fingers
shadowed on the grass
the soft
sound of the leaves
rushing
in a pass of breath
as it begins
to rain
Friday 12th December 2014 7:19 pm
Breaking Bad for Christmas
Breaking Bad’s at last run out
Walt and Jess got even
Bodies lying all about
Someone’s finally leavin’
Can’t get by on Game of Thrones?
Not a fan of Dexter?
If you want more Breaking Bad
Here’s a Christmas Extra
Heather Page and Stan Bymee
Lived in Alberquerque
Stan was cooking crystal meth
Heather breeding turkeys
They went on a date or two
But it came ...
Friday 12th December 2014 6:26 pm
Wheel of Fortune
Sir Silly Billy
Flushed his fortune
Down the pan
Dealt a card
Joker of jest
High society reject.
Roger the dodger
Took a chance
Slice of luck
Credit card found
Name Billy Silly
Spent it all.
Friday 12th December 2014 5:58 pm
Avvelenato
Avvelenato
Just that one moment, when I lost what held us together,
I regret more than anything; that I trusted her.
He did not deserve, my sword of betrayal,
I cannot go back and stay still the same loyal,
The poison has spilled now, won't stop its flow
Through our veins, our hearts, our existence of sorrow
We all just meant to play nice, care one way or other
Wh...
Friday 12th December 2014 5:17 pm
A poem youll never hear
Just another drop love, just another glass.
Just another bottle , im sure that this one will last.
Just another day gone , just another week ,
Its only here and there love, its just to help me sleep.
Its just another month where ive felt a little stressed
And ive needed it to get me by and decide on what is best,
Its just another argument , that I cant remember now ….
I know t...
Friday 12th December 2014 3:27 pm
Show me to my Sweet, Sick, Dark Cave
Show me to my sick sweet dark cave. The cave where dreams stab at the clumsy waking mind. Where the wounded and forgetful sleep crow is welcome and not mauled, by the growling brown beast of perceived consciousness. In the day I walk- Strut- confident in the ground beneath my feet. Falsely sure of the surrounding wood, predictable and ancient. When I hunger- For nourishment, ple...
Friday 12th December 2014 9:49 am
Sweeter Than Any Wine
No, I'm not doing a thing tonight
She uttered to her red dress
Carelessly caressing the wind
The man in the pinstripe twisted
Her brown curl with a sly smirk
Then walking down the hill glanced one last time
At the 'v' fold of her skirt
And those chubby knees scarred
By worn nylons
After the dusk had mellowed to black
Twice over and brought up a new morn
T...
Thursday 11th December 2014 11:52 pm
Also by Pity-Poetry :
Marriage and Her Lover | Null and Void | About Falling In Love Without You |Poem: The Manger Is Still Empty
Long ago, a Savior was born
and hidden within a humble birth;
covered with the cloak of humanity,
His presence impacted this earth.
Although we remember His birthday,
know that Christ is no longer a child;
He stopped being an infant, who was…
helpless, quiet, tender and mild.
He grew in strength and wisdom;
He demonstrated His holy authority;
He lived as He divinely taught;
He set t...
Thursday 11th December 2014 4:32 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:
Poem: By His Grace | Poem: Colored People | Poem: Golden Rule |Time blew away like dandelion seed
A few years ago, I collected 110 of my poems into a book; I'm bringing it back into print for a few months in order to pay bills since my partner and I are both too sick to work. You can buy it from Lulu in the UK, US, and many other countries-- usually it's US$20, about £12, but at present it's discounted to US$17, about £11.
There will also be a numbered and signed proper hardback edition of ...
Thursday 11th December 2014 3:28 am
Darkness and Light
My Mother, Sister, Brother and I
check into a hotel room. When we
enter the room my Dad who had
passed away almost five years
ago is sitting on the bed. He has
a wide smile on his face.
We ask, "Daddy why are you here?"
He says, "I wanted to see my family."
We are overcome with emotion and hug
him. We are all talking at once. Dad
interrupts us, "OK, ok let me say...
Wednesday 10th December 2014 9:03 pm
On the Cards
Royal Flush:
Kensington
Prep School
Eton College
Oxford University
Prime Minister.
Busted flush:
Brinnington
Somewhere
Somewhere else
Stockport Jobclub
Heroin.
Wednesday 10th December 2014 8:48 pm
"Antidote"
I have a dream...
A dream to fly, a dream to succeed &....to run away!
Touch me not, a venom you see;
Forget me not, try till it's possible & you might just turn grey and gone!
A snap of the time & I turn theatrical,
A punch into my stomach & I vomit my happiness...
Vagueness in the wind....I cry for the pigeons!
Don't let them suffocate, don't let them die!
An urge in my e...
Wednesday 10th December 2014 1:23 pm
Also by Rims:
Critical Weirding Point | Aching Heart | Midnight Dream | Whatever...& anything! | Poem | Poem |The Good the Bad & the Turkey
Here comes Xmas to fill us all full of cheer
A delightful time of peace joy and celebration
Spend spend spend like there is no tomorrow
There’s a consumer jamboree across the nation
Christmas has got nothing to do with religion
Hey Santa - lead us not into temptation
Have a thought for those less fortunate than you
For whom the festive season will cause frustration
Children...
Wednesday 10th December 2014 10:54 am
The ostentatious breast-feeder
Drinking in my local
last dullday afternoon
soft drizzle outside
nothing much happening
usual 21st c. sense of ennui
when the door burst open
and a woman danced in
spinning wheeling pirouetting
across the floor
up on to a table
scattering drinkers before her
eyes flashing devilment and untamed fire
the shimmer of her dress was scarlet,
silver, pu...
Wednesday 10th December 2014 8:31 am
Also by steve pottinger:
last out of Pandora's box (and last to die) |Cards - December Collage Poem
Stressful, unbearable,
caged predator breaks free
Steady and purposeful
pouring like a lover's fountain
It
It was something out of control
Whoever is to blame, only One can save
Sweet baby sweet or would you rather
have it salty?
Kinky magic waved her wand of golden dust
"It" may have a great deal to answer for...
Slate remains, s...
Wednesday 10th December 2014 12:51 am
Dreams or Nightmares
I wish it would stop, I no longer wish to see your face.
You are invading my dreams,
turning every dream to a nightmare.
The images invade my mind of you,
with her.
How does it still bother me?
It has been long enough,
you need to leave.
Leave my life and all my dreams.
I want to delete you from my life,
but I can't because first I would have to face the truth.
...Wednesday 10th December 2014 12:00 am
Also by Kate McKean:
The Outside Looking In |Calendars
Looking back, we remark upon another year
crammed with readings,
poetry festivals, am dram rehearsals.
The illustrations? Jaunty railway
posters, preferably from the 1930s,
views of promenade and coast for you,
moors and uplands for me,
awash with confident colours.
Life begins at 60? Too true!
Looking forward, an older woman,
us before too long,
checks her ...
Tuesday 9th December 2014 2:00 pm
Diary of a Shape Shifter
With its mixture of poems in a variety of styles, including riddles and kennings about the natural world, and poems on subjects ranging from bonfire night and circus lions to ghosts and the fearsome Gloom, this is a rich collection, full of poems that children will enjoy. John Foster
£7.99 *
...
Tuesday 9th December 2014 1:21 pm
Christmas Lights
Blue lights on the top road, I can see, over there,
Half way up the hillside, meaning trouble
Across the valley, through bare winter trees
With branches like the arms of bony skeletons
Tendril fingers scratching at the sky
Blue lights at a distance, almost enchanting,
This near to Christmas: twinkling,
They move at speed, though,
Across my plane of vision, then suddenly
Stop.
Bring...
Monday 8th December 2014 3:37 pm
Nativity ‘73
He’d three lines and a gleaming neck,
stank of Imperial Leather.
I was gagged and tidemarked,
the Mother of the Messiah.
Under strict instruction
I smiled beatifically
with muted mouth, and purple feet,
in Bethlehem, in Primary.
Virgin Mary, Mother of God.
Silenced, made to breed.
But Joseph (famous cuckold)
was worth three lines of speech.
K...
Monday 8th December 2014 10:29 am
If saying was'nt said
Without words,
nothing happens,
at all.
A rusting completed.
As for the voice?
Its fire
would be out.
No 'ouch!'
at the touch
of a flame.
The taste
of a delicacy
could not be told of.
I would'nt hear his
'awwww!'
when a baby smiled.
A capability
to tell of
the rainbow made
by an oily surface
on water
would be denied.
...Monday 8th December 2014 10:14 am
Nature
How kind the rain
to tiptoe down my
windowpane
as I lay down
to sleep.
How kind the breeze
to whisper past
the autumn leaves
when I in slumber deep.
How kind the sun
to cast a ray
golden, tender
making way
upon the earth
a brand new day.
Monday 8th December 2014 5:09 am
The City (2013)
In the passport office there is a city
of tall white towers above blue water;
a green forest hugging the outskirts.
A city in a poster above a desk
where requests to cross borders
are granted or denied,
and a press of people,
hundreds of people,
none of whom are visible in the white city.
There is no place among the clean towers
for this swarm of bodies
that reek of charcoal;
the for...
Sunday 7th December 2014 11:25 pm
Also by Alex Smith:
Night Market (2013) |Don't be a sheep in a goat's age
Got locked in a fracas
"Off you go!
Don't you know
You are an embodiment
For an idiot!
How dare you trample
On the leaf down
From the stem of an apple
That dangle
And which I was apt
To cut and eat.
I really hate
A sheepish creature of your sort
With alacrity to a dictate
Going to an altar is whose fate
And that no offense on others inflict
Or none...
Saturday 6th December 2014 1:40 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
Your coronation |Best Friends Are Never Boring
The three best friends you'll ever have are ME, MYSELF and I
A triumvirate of eager minds to see where thought can fly.
They deem it rather stupid if you never learn a thing
From the counsel of your elders, or the wisdom books can bring.
So they'll swot unashamedly through tomes of argument
To absorb, discuss and challenge the crux of their intent.
The goal all thr...
Saturday 6th December 2014 12:21 pm
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Saturday 6th December 2014 9:56 am
Also by cbyrne:
Learning Poetry | EU |Tricked
Tricked
The deception wasn’t warranted,
We only came to see the heavens,
To spiral through galaxies from the Black Hole
Hidden within the Sun,
To find the paradise that across the universe,
Holds everything, in awe!
The deception
Came so fast, collected
All aboard for incarceration
And for what,
For why in this quarter do
We sit wit...
Friday 5th December 2014 2:29 am
Gidiot's Autumn Statement
George Osborne’s autumn statement –
oh, what a very bad joke.
He pretends he’s fixed economy
but just look at what he broke.
He says he halved the deficit
but aims have not been met,
the deficit’s on the rise again
to say nothing of the debt!
Many folk think he’s halved the debt
but this just isn’t true,
he’s well on his way to doubling it!
and doesn’t have th...
Thursday 4th December 2014 9:26 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
We were only sleeping... |Life Singers
Life singers,
Composers of the morning song,
Allow me faith to sing
Tunes cradled when the wind
Whistles down hillside.
The dawn comes eager as a two-year child;
Good days I am that child.
It's heaven's breathing stirs cotton clouds,
Lets me sing louder still.
When trees sway to the turning of our planet,
Bending from their hips, limbs over head,
Their sensual...
Thursday 4th December 2014 9:08 pm
Ugg Pas Cher Avis Enfants Classic Short 5281 Noir
uggs pas cher
Bien que leurs ventes ne étaient pas aussi élevés qu'ils le devraient, Hisham croit famille week-end a permis de générer beaucoup d'affaires pour le magasin pop-up et le dévouement des étudiants de premier cycle qui travaillent dur laissé passer cet événement soit un succès. "Faire partie de ce projet et de travailler avec la nouvelle ligne de détente UGG Australia a été un i...
Wednesday 3rd December 2014 9:54 am
mirror
Mommy sorry that she hurt you. I swear to god i wanted to keep you. I wanted to name you and pray for you. You were my wish come true. I wanted to grab your hands and count to ten . Buy picture books and hold your hand . Mommy wanted something to call her own. She didnt care if she would be unclaimed and unknowned, mommy just wanted something to call her own . I didnt care if you were a blessing o...
Tuesday 2nd December 2014 7:02 pm
God The Banana
I've now published my epic verse-novel God The Banana. It's available in print on Amazon & on Kindle at http://www.amazon.co.uk/God-The-Banana-Tim-Ellis/dp/150317428X/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1417545504&sr=1-2
I posted the first two of the 437-sonnet story here a few weeks ago. This is how it continues:
Many thousand sticks of incense smoulder
blueing the gloomy hall within t...
Tuesday 2nd December 2014 6:58 pm
Oh How Those Dolly Birds Do Play...
She was as real as blue bananas,
her profile made of ‘borrowed’ snaps,
with random words to fill a little space,
will it convince many, well just a few, perhaps…
But at the end where the the typing was done
sits a fat old guy who came from a slum
who uses false ID’s on a dozen sites a day
to pretend he is flirting in a feminine way…
Then a week or more later a ple...
Tuesday 2nd December 2014 5:36 pm
The School Run
Swinging upwards,
scathingly steering myself towards salvation.
School Run: teacher testimonials and tallies.
An “Other,”
an outcast from tradition.
Rousing the reluctant offspring,
combative to my requests.
We breakfast briefly,
on little balls of sugary synthetic yellowness
We arrive at school,
greet the countless glamorous goddesses
oozing out of the orifices
...Tuesday 2nd December 2014 4:50 pm
Warmth and Fire
You are warm
He is fire
You are safe and comfortable
He is exciting and exhillerating
But fire burns
Warmth is safe
Sometimes I need to feel the fire
I love you both or I simply desire
Tuesday 2nd December 2014 2:54 pm
Also by Mackenzie:
Gone | mixed feelings |Sarah Unique
Wounds wrapped fervertly,
Like tongues held convex,
Body of a halloween pumpkin,
Faces carved amongest.
Featured with humour of a clownfish,
Eccentric above mediocrity,
A drunken smile without a fee,
So in depth of trouble.
The malleability of the heart,
Rope thin, any moment to be cut,
Ready to burn into tatooed insults,
Releasing control for a night.
...Monday 1st December 2014 3:02 am
Dad and My Car
I sometimes find my Dad sitting next to me in my car
Not exactly him but some likeness, a vision from afar.
I can’t exactly see him clear
But either way it’s nice to have him near.
I sometimes find myself talking to my Dad,
Sitting next to me, in my car
It’s good to talk after all these years and I suppose he’s not really there
But it feels so good, so I don’t really care...
Monday 1st December 2014 12:40 am
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