WHERE IS WALES
WHERE IS WALES
Where is Wales in this library
Between wooden shelves
Or sitting obediently
With more confident
Bulkier neighbours
Is she leather bound
Or plastic covered.
Is she hiding quietly
In the reference section
Grimacing silently
At teenagers
Playing with phones
Holding chewing gum
Conversations.
Or is she at the de...
Monday 29th February 2016 10:59 pm
Also by David Subacchi:
PAUL KANTNER |TOUCHDOWN
all went smoothly as our spacecraft made touchdown
the night was bleeding
distant hills etched in mystery
Gregory went first
then Maitland
and I watched them lumbering
heard the thin pleading note of voices
through the helmet
"wow, just like I thought it would be!"
"Sure is, same thought as mine!"
Mars unblinked, its channels escaping.
...
Monday 29th February 2016 8:02 pm
Also by ray pool:
AT THE CAFE ROYAL | STAINED GLASS | CRUISE LINER | A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM | FLYING HOME | BANJO MAN | CHECKER BERRY WAS HIS NAME | SUPERMARKET SHOALS | DEBRIS FIELD | SHIP'S MUSICIAN | A BAROMETER FALLS | THOUGHT FORMS | ANTIQUE DEALERS | RAILWAY NOSTALGIA | FIRE BABY | COTSWOLD STONE VILLAGES | MUSICIANS ON THE MOVE | IN THE PIZZA EXPRESS TRINITY ROAD WANDSWORTH | A RESTORER'S LOT |March
Of being mired in mud;
In need of respite
In need of hope
In the furthest corner of my right eye
I see something gleaming;
A glimpse of something bold
With a whisper of promise
And a whiff of sweat and steel
Bringing a fresh strong arm
A sharper blade
A stronger shield
Monday 29th February 2016 7:13 pm
Also by David Lindsay:
Red Letter Day | Census Report |to a special friend
To a special friend
It’s over now, can’t you see?
There’s no more left for you and me.
We tried and we worked
We fought and we cursed.
We reached a stalemate and got stuck on a loop.
I can’t be your pillar, your friend or your hope.
We crossed paths, we loved. There’s no more to say.
We can’t spend our whole life tied up in this way.
Youth is to be spent and p...
Monday 29th February 2016 5:39 pm
Also by nonlovogliodire:
your eyes |3 Write
3Write is a new free monthly writing event at the heart of the local community in Ashton-under-Lyne. It takes place every first Saturday at Ashton Library starting at Noon on Saturday 5th March, and is open to people of all ages and abilities.
The premise is 3 themes per session, and 3 styles of writing per session. We then 3Write. With the growing spoken word scene in Tameside (with big p...
Monday 29th February 2016 4:59 pm
Little Boy Blue
The world is a merry go round
A roller coaster on rocky ground
The day is coming for a new born celebration
An explosion of love and good vibrations
A child of mine has lit the flame
Her life will never again be the same
Hey up grandad what’s the story?
Hold your head high and bathe in the glory
A miracle has occurred haven’t you heard
Confirmed conception that’s the wor...
Monday 29th February 2016 1:16 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
Love in Your Eyes |My work, "The P.O.T" (Sample)
I have a collection of poems, titled "The P.O.T". Below are excerpts of the work.
Preface
The P.O.T (Poured Out Thoughts) is analogous to water being poured out from a pot to the ground. Here, water is a representation of thoughts and the ground represents the peoples’ minds.
It is a collection of poems that draws its thoughts from the interests of inspiration, motivation, spirituality...
Monday 29th February 2016 11:11 am
The Gravy Train
The gravy train is getting worried . Because the source could be drying up . After years of indulgence and having their way , there are lots of people who now want a say . Their lives have been taken by Austerity being made to forget all there dreams . These fat cats have indulged in the gravy train , whilest the British are suffering it seems . Our human rights have been taken away , by country'...
Monday 29th February 2016 7:34 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Have Our Say. | Junior Doctors | Paying Our Way |A Herd Mentality
If one pulls
A sheep astray
The flock is sure
To move that way.
To fish in a troubled water
De-constructing history
Thwart we could
The old social fabric of unity
And create we shall
A generation
Suffering a crisis of identity!
“Ask me not why
They are better than
My peers and I
Also sensitize me not to deny,
What I see with my naked eye!
In attire,grooving,life style ,
Cosme...
Monday 29th February 2016 6:28 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
Realizing His kingdom | Expect us not to believe | Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Inequalities of all shades(revised) | Ego-rocking words | Must Your Gratitude Be A Knife? |Safe Space
The Jewish question hangs between us
I note the flinch in the eyes.
But do not understand why.
Perhaps it is the imagined assumption
that she might rise as smoke: too.
And so we back-peddle, for the brake.
And, talk of semi-colons
and grammatical Latinate imposition.
As if the bundled faggots of law
might extricate, an ill judged word.
How careful all speech must be
when thought...
Monday 29th February 2016 1:29 am
Also by jeremy young:
What You Won't Read in the Guardian | Scorta | Impression IV | Impression V | Kitsch | C'est une Pipe | 1968 - Black Lives | Letters Found | Between Stations | The Virtue of Chastity | Eden's Loss | ecce homo | the muslim's tale xviii | the muslim's tale xvii | the muslim's take xvi | the muslim's tale xv | the muslim's tale xiv | the muslim's tale xiii | the muslim's tale xii | the muslim's tale xi | the muslim's tale x | the muslim's tale ix |Roller Shutters
Shoved
Pushed
Locked out
Looking in
At you
Holding
The mortice
Key
Swinging
Side to
Side
Held by
A very
Dirty
String
Hypnotised
Missed you
On your
Tip toes
Grasping
Puckering
Lips
Unravelling
Steel
Un-hinges
Until lips
Smack
The ground
Now
I
See
I
Didn't hear a sound
I........
Sunday 28th February 2016 6:24 pm
Burnt
When you lit that cigarette
The bones of me shuddered,
The blood in me halted.
What I wouldn’t do for you to light my flame with your lips....
Because I’ve had men tell me that my lipstick tastes of petrol,
That my mouth lights fires,
That my tongue causes explosions
And of course, that opening my legs is the best way to put a fire out.
But this fire begins at you...
Sunday 28th February 2016 4:50 pm
Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:
The stranger on her neck | Layers | Blood Knot | Grisly Girl |A common language
Woo, woo let’s go,
Hey, hey, hey
Aerobics on Pier 1,
Not on the sidewok,
You sit and eat your big bureedo
I can’t do this right now
Like, I’ve gotta see my therapist,
I’m on the sidewok right now,
Eating my big bureedo on the sidewok
With all that land of the free, home of the brave
Madness, fear, eyes closed pretend end
If you really close your eyes tigh...
Sunday 28th February 2016 12:41 pm
Also by Tramping Artisan:
Love your life scar | Brief encounter | The things the fuck my head |AN UNKNOWN SOLDIER GOES HOME
Peacetime made him a stranger
To a life that had been denied;
Returning to unknowing city...
Quiet town and countryside.
Peacetime made him nervous,
Despite being a warrior before;
Now changed beyond all understanding
By what he had met in war.
Peacetime brought its own fears
And new battles to be won,
With fervent prayers that what he'd known
Would not b...
Saturday 27th February 2016 8:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
DOG DANCING | FUEL FOR THOUGHT | AUSTERITY |Sleet
Recall through the face at the door
that saturday morning one solid blank
grey window, scrubbed slab
beyond, several feet and more
laid the catapult, a pointed edge
from a distant acre fed, wind-side.
The concentric pattern in velvet
curtain brushed my hand as I reached
to turn and swing, oiled lock routine
the knives of cold the comfort
between the welcome and rain
...Saturday 27th February 2016 1:33 am
Also by David Blake:
Cold |In Limbo
Thought of texting you
And share entirety
Even and odd
Stored in self-shelf
To soothe its wounds and cuts
Asking your commitment
And its validity
Handful “ifs” and worried “buts”
Fueling my anxiety
Abbreviated connotations
Of “goodnight” and “take care”
Emoticons against
Clenched flare
Cheery “whats up”
was answered in snubbed “nothing”
Seems ...
Friday 26th February 2016 7:05 pm
Also by Juhi Gupte:
Genese Within |Would it be
Would it be
Would it be nice to see the morning
With the one you love the most
Would it be nice to say "Good Night"
to the one you hold so close
Would it be nice to hold someone
So dear in your heart
Would it be nice to hear those words
"I Love You" from the one that you love
Friday 26th February 2016 11:56 am
Also by Geramar:
fall in love again | (untitled) |Edge
Aging tulips bow their
Crisp oxblood heads
Like dying embers
An elegant silver blade
Anxiously points toward
The obsidian window
Frail with disappointment
I stagnate by the sink
An inert phantom
Surrounded by walls.
Friday 26th February 2016 9:46 am
Parousia
My disease is rampant. How dare I plead for mercy, when there, innocence lies, asleep in the crib?
My corruption on the floor, at war with itself, all night, disturbing sleep, and dreamless sleep.
The endless nights, redundant. Offensive life, that keeps me trapped inside myself, an animal, caged within.
The soul looks out this dirty window, screaming, still inaudible.
Someone hea...
Friday 26th February 2016 4:24 am
Also by michael cooper:
Eleison | Doxa | Dry Ankles | Dormition | Lethe |Change
Change
What a night
changed my whole perspective
tiny square piece of paper
dissolves on my tongue
hours of deep thought
time filled with colors and laughter
the world is big
mean
unforgiving
I’m just a kid
someday I’ll have to wear a suit like my pop
pay the tax man
vote
stand the picket line
I just wanna get laid
drink beer
...
Friday 26th February 2016 12:03 am
Also by Eric Broke:
The Academy | The Valley | Lip service | Isla Vista | Sleepy | By the Bay | When we speak | They | It falls |WHAT ARE THE ODDS?
(You can see that I'm on to a winner)
I’ll tell you a true story and I think you’ll find it funny.
I’d gone into the bookies where I often part with money.
I fancied a quick flutter as occasionally I do
On the Referendum we’ll soon have on the EU.
Although I’ll vote for “STAY” myself, cos that’s what I believe
I rather think the stupid British will decide to leave.
And ha...
Thursday 25th February 2016 7:24 pm
Also by John Coopey:
BORIS THE BIDER | THE BATTLE OF STAMFORD BRIDGE | HURRI-KANE | THE RANKING | WITH DAVE ON OUR SIDE | MY BEST FRIEND | 70m DASH |The Endless Search
Colourful tapestry banners cloth weaved words
embroided in a wealth of creativity
Write Out Loud contribute their poetry
stories endorsed by needle and thread
the endless search Heart of Stockport
many are found not just one.
Unpicked:Restitched an exhibition at Stockport Art Gallery
The rich heritage of Stockport now till the 22nd March.
Thursday 25th February 2016 12:03 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Taste The Wine First |Many
An infinite amount of colors and I chose one.
To be wrapped in gauze and done.
Left to hang for some time now,
To open like a caccoon and dropped to the floor.
From there I soar and soar
Down
Until my feet have met the ground.
And here I see a marvel to behold, golden gates to what waits behind a massive wall.
I draw near to get a better look,
Golden gates open with a brown wooden b...
Thursday 25th February 2016 5:41 am
over
when you are hurt
emotionaly or physicly
when you put up with everything
because it is the easy way out
when you return battered and bruised
feelings hurt, ego lowered
you start to say is ok
becuase you arnt worth any thing more
it stops now
i stuck up for you
what do i get in return
nothing
the moment i speak up
the day i stop putting up with it
...Thursday 25th February 2016 1:53 am
Fuck Fear
Wednesday 24th February 2016 4:01 pm
Someone like me...
Its life that we live,die & sustain,
All we can see are the puppets behind curtain.
I was searching in the ocean of darkness,
All I got was creatures with harshness.
But I think I've found someone like me ...!!
I bind my self with stubborn rule,
which is as crazy as any bull.
cause I am surrounded by ruthless thieves,
who stole my life and gave me only griefs...
I got cheated with dag...
Wednesday 24th February 2016 12:41 pm
First
Am I suppose to be first or last,, do we really have a purpose or is life just chance,
thinking of the time when I was young and now addiction is what I become,
Running around like all I need is fun, but all I want is a life of love,
Broken faith, fear and rage, cigarettes butts and liquid with nasty taste,
Time goes by,
And the more I waste,
Sitting here in this empty place,
...
Wednesday 24th February 2016 8:59 am
The midnight moon mirrors in her immaculate eyes,
Portraying reflections of thruths of which I am already aware,
Illuminated by moonlight her flawless features astonish my mind,
My own deception upon my love for amative feelings I bare
Body and soul posessing unfathomable beauty,
In which my conscience is unable to manifest,
Her appeal to thine eyes is accompanied by continuity,
For I lon...
Wednesday 24th February 2016 3:33 am
Also by Nathan:
Beauty under a facade | Self applied societal demise |face slap
Maybe I should,
because like a hooker
You suck
You sucked my sole
and you can surely suck my silicone
You enjoying that entirely too much for my comfort.
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:48 pm
Eggs, Fudge and Arctic Roll
Eric is an intern, yes he’s doing this for free
headset wrapped around hot ears
counting all the crates of beers
ripped jeans show his puny knee.
Backstage riders take the piss!
Clipboard says an item’s amiss
The schedule’s tight; he’s been up all night
Too late to get it to the concert site!
Budgets are exceeded; the helipad’s all booked
Dressing rooms are ready; just hope it’s overl...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:54 pm
Also by Anna Ghislena:
I can't take my eyes off those silver boots | Feedback |Ode To Lely’s Venus
She crouches in the British Museum,
Cowering shyly from visitors come
To admire her there, warily bathing,
And startled without a stitch of clothing.
Covering her blushes as best she can,
With her arms and hands strategically placed;
Staring as they progress,
Wandering on their pedestrian plan
Pensively pausing as they fondly faced
This beautifully sculpted Roman goddess...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 6:43 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Storm | Of Starlings | Poets Anonymous | They Are Not Gone | Event Horizon |It Was to be the Tale of Heroes
He took out his pen,
He put it to paper.
He ran out of ink,
Writing his name.
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 11:45 am
Also by Corr Lens:
In Not So Many Words | Fuck It Why Not |Thrill of the Compass Spin
The fizz, the ghostly drag
invisible hands guiding these wanton bodies
I feel my compass spin
drawn in endless circles
Can I claim it as the artist’s curse
the love for new adventure
the pleasure of magnetic hearts
freshly spinning so close to us
whipping the iron filings of our creativity
into some explosive blur
a manifest black energy
But is it a curse at all
the thrill of the c...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:40 am
Not the killing type (Part I)
I try not to question my humanity
and let me be damned,
but I’m not the killing type.
Only sometimes
I want to put out someone’s eyes
press them in or pluck them out
like the clear plastic baubles from a lifeless doll.
Like a force majeure,
rip the bricks from walls
watching architecture crumble and tumble
the relics of a past age fall,
flutter like shredded b...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 10:10 am
Also by Leo:
Writing poetry is harder than you think | The Reunion | Happy Valentine's Day |x
when I could feel her apprehension about her midriff,
Id have her walk up to me, cradle her hips
and rest my forehead on where her ribcage ends,
sinking in between the movement of her breath and breast
as she soothed the scars where the barcode used to be,
feathering nails at the nape of my neck
x
those scars and stretch marks id kiss better
x
as we'd both shudder, creak, and moan soft...
Tuesday 23rd February 2016 1:47 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:
crusade 2 (02/22/2016) | scavenger no. 5 (2/16/2016) | the nightmare of the spray (01/02/2016) | mulholland (01/30/2016) | winter shuffle (01/31/2016) | goldenrod monologue (02/97/2016) | caps lock purge (02/05/2016) | weren't odessa 3 (01/09/2015) |Random
A shade of tear in my eye
& they say I am meek!
A thousand broken pieces in my heart
& they say I am weak!
No, don't take my shoes..they are my skin,
Go find me a burial,
I gotta search the Gods!
To all the heros you have...
You have failed in saving mankind,
Nature is not into marvels or animes!
I dream of superpowers...to save myself,
The world of betraying belie...
Monday 22nd February 2016 3:51 pm
Also by Rims:
Illusion |The 'LOVE' Month
Love is Tolerance
Forget Romance
Roses and Rum.
Forget sympathetic Sex.
LOVE IS TOLERANCE!
WOL, SALE, February, 2016,
Challenge: 5-minutes - 14 words ; Subject: LOVE
Monday 22nd February 2016 11:26 am
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Wind from my Window |Guilty Pleasure ....
I pull you out
Smoothing your creases
Lying you flat so I can
Fill you with
A sweet mixture of guilt
And poison
There's artistry in my fingers
As I roll you expertly
(From years of practice)
Along your length
Into the shape I desire
I lick your edges
Firmly sealing you with a feather like touch
I place you lovingly between
My lips
Flicking the flame
That will bring you to li...
Monday 22nd February 2016 10:26 am
Also by Pixievic:
The Fey Queen | Sherbet Lemons | Humans & Poets | Somewhere | In Crisis | Poet Brain (30w) | Just in Time | A Whisper from the Moon | Your Words (Haiku) | Aftermath |Safety Deposit Boxes In The Sky
safety deposit boxes in the sky
must i
safety deposit boxes in the sky
wish i could live the life in a safety deposit box in the sky
a capital flight commodity
a ghost of spaceships float satellite moscows and beijings
qatar to our city rich kids
wall to ceiling ceilings hang ceiling to ceiling floors
i shall set my controls for the heart of this rabbit hole
the dead cat bounce on the roc...
Sunday 21st February 2016 2:51 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:
Mind That Child |Chicago May – the Mary Ann Duignan Story…
Mary Ann Duignan was the daughter of Francis Duignan of Edenmore in Ballinamuck where she grew up, and Ann Grey of Mohill in Leirtim. From a poor background she would rise – or fall as we may see it! – to being one of the biggest conwomen of her time, who would call herself the “Queen of Crooks”, in time though, the law caought up with her and she died in poverty and obscurity. She was th...
Sunday 21st February 2016 12:18 pm
Not So Fleeting Love Quotes
What are you searching for?
Are you running blind?
Do people need to read your love quotes for what you have to say?
Will it really change their lives?
Why do you need to change their lives?
What makes you so special?
We all feel hurt
We all feel happiness
We all find happiness and feel hurt differently
Wine is great
How do we relate?
We don't need to force ourselves to relate
We do h...
Sunday 21st February 2016 9:29 am
Also by Alex Banner:
What Are the Different Types of Love Poetry? |Seam Less II)
I'm not sure when I started divorce proceedings
against myself
told him to get out
we're through, of all those false promises and lies.
Your ability to crush a butterfly
and complain it bit your hand.
I'm not sure I can stay with you..
til the bitter end
I suppose...
I could take us down a notch or two
and just try to be
friends
(from seam less FB)
Saturday 20th February 2016 10:28 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
Seam Less XII |Ubi caritas
I was asked for a free translation of "Ubi caritas" (http://www0.cpdl.org/wiki/index.php/Ubi_caritas )
As friendship fills our meeting-place,
Jesus is here;
he dwells in every friend's embrace,
each smile sincere,
rejoicing in the love we share.
Wherever love is, God is there.
As friendship fills our meeting-place
Jesus brings peace.
Divisions heal, and by his grace
Arguments cease.
...
Saturday 20th February 2016 9:59 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:
Nonbinary song |It Was 50 Years Ago Today
For those interested, the IWFYAT afternoon poetry reading sessions on March 26th / April 9th have been subjected to a slight tweak: they will run from 3.30 - 4.30 PM, not 4 - 5 PM as originally scheduled.
Saturday 20th February 2016 12:41 am
Also by Stockport WoL:
Unpicked-Restitched Exhibition | February 2016 Collage Poem |Over many years
I am alone, tonight I died
no one cared
Mind in the agony of solitude
paranoia schizophrenia
No, agony of a distant hurt
Not so, in the past, maybe not
I could see clearly once
Now I see nothing!, death and nothing
my doom is beyond any resolution
a dark fog, a lull mist
So frightened,I cannot see beyond
Hear a distant song, reminder of when
Reminder of then
...Friday 19th February 2016 6:26 pm
Also by PatricioLG:
Mirrored Germ |Five minutes
I lay my head back
Cupped behind my hands
My eyes fixed
My mind wanders
And the day slides
Into being
A distant dog barks
Its demand for attention
And light fills the room
The mist pushed back
The sun proclaims its presence
And I lie in perfect repose
At peace with self
With the world
For just five minutes
Before it starts again
Friday 19th February 2016 12:41 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
Amy | Drowned |Lent, Lending, Fear and Favour
Lent, Lending, Fear and Favour
I am what I am and I’m living,
I do what I want when I can,
I’m here as the son of this nation,
I’m wholly the whole son of man.
I’ll wear what I want, nothing formal,
No tie and no iron in sight,
Odd socks and always with trainers,
And jeans that are really too tight.
Bright fluffy dice in my windscreen,
An air horn to s...
Thursday 18th February 2016 10:56 pm
Also by Ian Gant:
My Noble Valentine |The Rain
The stream becomes the river
The river becomes the sea
And the rain that washes over me
Washes into the sea.
For you are my rain,
My river and my stream
And I am the fisherman
Who loves you in his dreams.
So when I wake I’ll hold you
And take away your pain
Love can wash the pain away
Like dust in the pouring rain.
The stream becomes the river
...
Thursday 18th February 2016 8:00 pm
Beggars and Thieves
Mouth melting eyes brightening
Blue lightening lost in a star spun moment
Milk white shoulders
Longing and wronging
Breathing kisses across alabaster warm folding
Night hidden beneath a winter tree
Mars and moon
Red to silver exchanging glances
Lust for love weaving a dream deceiving
Scheming into nowhere stealing one from another
Beggars and thieves
Thursday 18th February 2016 2:36 pm
Pink Lilly
Crisp and swift the north wind blows
Leaving only a note before she left long ago
He cried for days and had no words to explain
Spoke to mother.
Crisp and swift the north wind blows
Spring came, mom called saying this might be silly
Son, I need your help to plant these bulbs; he mutters really?
Planting bulbs with his mother
Warm and sweet the south wind blows
He first glanced upon...
Thursday 18th February 2016 1:27 am
Also by Joshua Lee Fredrickson:
Soul Famine |It's all practice
I’m just trying to write
by practicing honest non-fiction
to find words in my mind
at best a close but weaker diction
to the best
that little writer is blessed
put him to the test
De La Rocha
he’ll coach ya
how to Rage Against the Machine
and get out of the fiction scene
put out for us by the vulture’s
big-media-pre-washed-culture
If you’re reading and t...
Wednesday 17th February 2016 3:52 pm
Angel
I can see her sparkling eyes
Glowing with care and lot of love
She walked past me as an angel on fleet,
Is the same day I made her angel of my life!
She is like a cool morning breeze
With her hair like an unruffled stream.
And when I look at her beautiful face
The world around seem so insignificant.
It is her voice that make me live
The moments with her, a beau...
Wednesday 17th February 2016 3:50 am
Also by Aju:
Eden Of Hell | Beauty of Life |No Intellect of Mine
No Intellect of Mine
I am not so terrible,
I am not what you call ‘twisted,’
But I am disturbed,
I am touched by so much pain
That in some way,
I can only recognise it as love,
For love is not all roses and chocolates,
That’s if I am to believe those
Whom have wielded the whip!
Frightening!
So frightening I do not
Inflict so much pa...
Tuesday 16th February 2016 3:28 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
There Is No Enemy |A Mother's Heart
Wishing for a mother
One that hasn't left me bare
One that hasn't stolen my money
One that has great hair
One whose kisses make you feel loved
One who doesn't judge
One who supports your mistakes and one that shares your heartbreaks
One that doesn't drink herself to sleep
One that doesn't make you weak
I wish for a mother that held me when I cry
With a gentle head r...
Monday 15th February 2016 10:08 pm
Also by Taylor:
Space |Feb musings continued...
High up in my nest
King of all that I survey
Bedded down up on the crest
Watching carefully for my prey
Breathing slowly, breathing deep
Find that inner peace
Ready to inflict the eternal sleep
The provider of the final release
Lying and waiting for the go-ahead
Anticipation of the Green-light
The difference between alive o...
Monday 15th February 2016 4:16 pm
Also by Andy Smyth:
New month, new musings |A valentine for Cleopatara
My lovely Cleopatara! your eyes
Were deep-lit jewels of Paradise
Your hair a swift, sleek flow of sheeny jet
Your lips, soft ruby pillows laid for dream.
Your breasts twin, mystic, desert temples set
To guard the impassioned royal heart between.
Sunday 14th February 2016 9:54 pm
Tell me everything you can't do to us
Awoke troubled from a crazy dream felt so real
Feels like something ain't right here and that's not fine with me
Clothes shelter food smalls lennon hicks
Why's does hidden knowledge exist?
Does reality need saving?
Amen Ra
Check you're facts worship false idols
Act popular. Mod cons. Goodbye nice try
Spiralling out of control
Thanks giving in isolation
Wrote...
Sunday 14th February 2016 7:04 pm
The Silencer
She whispers an aberration,
with mouth of soot stained metal.
Pointing out deluded self-doubt,
muzzling lies with targeted fire.
Seizing breath without sound,
at least four Turks and a Russian
With little or no repercussion.
Synapsed heart from sharp to steel.
Drinking shots after taking shots,
murdering time as it flies fast home,
past window of his decamped rea...
Sunday 14th February 2016 4:28 pm
Also by Katy Megan:
Las Vegas | The Temptation of St Anthony II |Gravity Waves
It’s so nice to receive your greeting,
From so far away,
I’ve often felt you tickle,
As Earth and Moon do play.
But I suppose cus you’re mostly constant,
And tugging at my feet,
It’s easy to ignore you,
And not feel your heavy beat.
You make such a big impression,
Fine grains in vast clouds you entrap,
And enormous globes entwine and swirl,
At your magic ...
Sunday 14th February 2016 9:28 am
Also by Peter Ray:
Aberaeron (after the storm) |Failed Buddha
Life must be held suspended in a glance
That moves backwards, forwards, holding
Your life together, ceaselessly
Reminding that you are
Something; this thing.
You stop looking: You fall
From a vacant gaze
Into vacant skies
Or even less.
That time is now and truth outside
You can assent to abstractly,
Obstinately,
While the watchman in your eyes
Patro...
Saturday 13th February 2016 4:22 pm
So is the unyielding weight of the world,
But a symbol of our own demise,
Binding us to the planet on which we walk,
Keeping us far from the reach of the skies.
Though, if we so choose to drop what we hold,
And see how it's caused us much pain,
The way may be shown, if our spirits were grown,
And we'd let go and dance in the rain.
(If we stay on our path of comfort and ease,
And conti...
Friday 12th February 2016 7:46 pm
Also by Eric Berard:
The Journey's Just Begun |Take it Back
Another one of those nights
It's 3am and we're still screaming
I try to hold them back
But the tears they just keep streaming
We hurt each other for no reason
Just to be the last to get a word in
I don't want to do this anymore
But refuse to be the one who gives in
Until I can't take it anymore and cry...
Baby take that back
I know you don't mean it
But i...
Friday 12th February 2016 7:16 pm
Also by Nicole:
Time | Richard |My Words
My words sometimes flow
Like a torrent, Like a sieve
Hope to inspire
Spring weather
It's not too cold, it's not to hot
It's January
Friday 12th February 2016 2:36 am
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Depressed Haiku, sort of |When I went to America
Like a fish outa water a were
When I went to America
Strollin down the Walk of Fame
Tryin not tu step ont Stars' Names
When a went to America
Meetin Charlie Chaplin
Oh wot a to do
An im from Batman
Cant remember is name; can you?
When a went to America
Oh that massage parlour; wot a palarva
Think ad teken a wrong turnin somehow
A was such a silly cow
...Thursday 11th February 2016 2:05 pm
Black Lines
black lines under her eyes
tear stained pillow by the end of the night
and the smell of his cologne
lingering in the air for only a fraction of a second longer
she waits
painfully
for the day that she can let go and run
out of the dark mass some call heartbreak
when she can faithfully proclaim
that she will start the next day
and end it with a dry pillow in sight
...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 6:00 am
smile
SMILE
Can You Smile
Light
in
Here
Make
it
Bright
While Eyes Still Groggy
No One
Not One
Ever Been
This Close
Before
And
Still Smiling
Which
Was Your Signature
Beauty Mark
Lingering Fragrantly
About You
Set Clocks Back
Once Again
Seemed They Were Done
For Good
This Time Ticking
Yet
Wind Whispers Memories
of
Your Smile
...
Wednesday 10th February 2016 4:40 am
Also by GeeProcessor:
TWO WORDS | POOF | NEEDY | UNICYCLE | FOOLSCAP | GOT LIFE? | THOSE DAMN DUCKS |The Psychopath
The demons swim where no one sees,
But no one hear their ill-lighted screams,
Instructions so inlawful and oblique,
Heard by no one except from me.
I see the word guilt but what does it mean?
Seems like a fictional desire that I won't feel,
No conscience to stop me from doing wrong,
A knife in my hand as they sing their twisted song.
Is it too late to say sorry now that the...
Tuesday 9th February 2016 9:35 pm
Also by Bethany Mae:
The Psychopath | The Psychopath | The Psychopath | The Psychopath |Murmuration pier
In a bitter late winter’s light
On a smoggy backdrop of the sun’s goodnight
Score of arcade pop and sirens sound
Cameras clicking and public astound
Consume the scene, they flock, they swarm
The show is now and now they perform
Like cooling tea in morning sun
They stroke the surface then swirl up as one
Tiny fibres, they vibrate the same
The silent mu...
Monday 8th February 2016 5:27 pm
Also by Isabel Hope:
The Mixture's right |Me But Not Me
I thought I was strong
When I came across you
Lying dead in a car
And a crowd looking on
I thought I would say
‘Out of the way
she needs CPR’
I thought I would say
'Let me have a go'
I thought I would
Step up to the plate
Be calm and collected
And bring you back,
Let you fight fate
You looked so fine
No mark, just slumped
Eyes closed, ...
Monday 8th February 2016 2:27 pm
Also by Michael J Piggott:
Comfy | Dog |Inbetween Stations with David Bowie
Laced in memories
There was a love hidden here
Trampled under
old newspapers
Buttoned down
Inbetween Stations.
A beauty laid low
Separated by the past
Drifting across
Winter coloured hills
Freckled in a shellshocked
Fading sunlight.
There was a tenderness
Blowing open mouthed
Crumbling across time
Reflecting how much
They would have
Once been in love.
Colouring in the sky
...
Monday 8th February 2016 12:54 pm
Years
Years
Stacked up
Sentinel like
A wall of defeat
On every side
Watching
Me
Microscopic me
Dictated to by giants
Running
The mouse on the wheel
No destination
A thirty year chasm is inside me
Ever famished
Its mouth is wide open
Wanting my surrender
Waiting for dominance
But......
A tiny crack has shown up
In the dam that holds back my future
...Sunday 7th February 2016 10:34 pm
Henry & Lucille
Another day dawned,
The sunbeams wrenching Lucille back into the land of the living.
A groan, a stretch and a chance fart heralded the day,
As the dust fairies spread their wings.
She reached for her stick,
Briefly recalling that Henry always used to bring it to her
Before he'd shuffled off,
One last time,
Fifteen months ago.
It hadn't been the first time he'd ...
Sunday 7th February 2016 8:13 pm
Also by Jim Trott:
The Gnome and his Snakes | And the Walls did Weep |Oh Night
How beautiful and calm
Wind blowing ever so gently and sweet
Rubbing against my cheeks with so much comfort
Looking up above
Stars shinning ever so bright
Though a million miles above
Stil so near.
For a moment darkness feels friendly
With fear of the unknown
Knowing for sure in a moment
The break of dawn
You only last for a while
No ...
Sunday 7th February 2016 6:54 pm
Being Homeless
Being homeless is not very nice,
To the people who pass you by,
They don't think twice.
They think you are a thug,
Spending what little money you have on drink and drugs!
You're not like that at all,
Just down on your luck, no-one to break your fall.
All you can do is sit in the shop doorway out on the street,
Begging for spare change for something to drink and eat.
Thin...
Sunday 7th February 2016 6:02 pm
Thursday, Pt.2
The Prelude to the weekend
where people drink till the wee hours of the night
hoping to finally take flight away from the stress of the past three days.
Knowing that these moments never last forever
that is why families stay tighter than leather.
fly under any weather.
Distance is obsolete when it comes to this family
varying directions we may be in our lives,
yet when we r...
Sunday 7th February 2016 5:28 pm
NOTHING IS IMPOSSIBLE
Faces are dull, lamps are lit,
The room is black and I am alone,
Dreaming something but reality is different,
I don't know what's going to happen
I didn't know what will I do
Stand upon the stool
Or see in a mirror like a fool,
But I said to myself, 'I have to be cool'
Nothing seems to be different,
As I follow the same me,
I have no difference nor glee in me.
Everyone has...
Sunday 7th February 2016 3:58 pm
Coffee for Two
Coffee for Two
the coffee shop overfilling and ringing
with mirth and memorable conversation,
floating and finding ownership in the
crooks and crannies of the enclosed room.
no longer smoke but steam.
spent words between friends and strangers alike.
the aloneness cuts through and slices
the moments like a dark dagger cutting
through the thick fog offered up by the
...Saturday 6th February 2016 7:39 pm
Word Art
Books are word art
Word art stimulates imagination
Word art can be borrowed
Libraries are word art borrowing facilities
Libraries are word art storage facilities
Libraries are precious
Word art is precious
People require access to borrowing centres
Prevent word art resource centre reduction
Reduction imposes non-access
Non-access creates non-inclusiveness
Non-inclu...
Friday 5th February 2016 3:55 pm
Also by Stuart Clark:
Opposite Nothing | Earth to Mankind |Dead Leaves (a villanelle)
And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down
The wind howls and one by one whisks the leaves away
They become frail and turn brown
Darkness covers the sky and the land like a heavy gown
Sunshine tries to seep through the clouds but the sky is still grey
And the leaves of fall in a grand tree wither down
The water comes flooding and the tree might drown
Some fo...
Friday 5th February 2016 3:57 am
The Wedding
The headache wasn’t the worst of it.
The police came,
A young constable smirking - openly.
What had he done?
What had they done?
Countdown to the Big Moment.
Ticking bomb
Exploding in a frenzy of confetti.
What had he done?
What had she done?
A dream in a froth of white
Floating around,
Music pulsing through clinging couples.
...Friday 5th February 2016 2:15 am
The nearly men
I am one of the nearly men
Never quite the best
Not really of the crowd
Not quite one of the rest.
You see us in every photograph
When the prizes are handed out
Making up the numbers yet
Never standing out
For we nearly men and dreamers
Just stand back and allow
The doers and the action men
Their triumphal bows.
We feed our children humour
And tell them it’s no disgr...
Thursday 4th February 2016 9:41 pm
Rib Cage
Sugar mouth
Sweetness spread from ear to ear
Setting off the hummingbird
singing in its rib cage
Or that dirt eating feeling
when you're not here
Comfort is curling arms around your neck
creating a lovers tie
Nobody ever made me feel beautiful
til I caught my reflection in your eye
Thursday 4th February 2016 10:06 am
Chimes of silence
Everything, everything you gave my soul was sorrow
chimes of silence fill my melancholy,
among tears the naked word
lets its moan be heard...
Each tear has its scar,
each word ingratitude
Is this crucifixion or is love salvation?
The bitterness of all is your sordid ruthlessness,
the remoteness, where there is nothing,
just a corpse in my bed;
the sight of your wretchedness increases...
Thursday 4th February 2016 1:24 am
Also by Noris Roberts:
Sinner |miracle
He took his knees unto the floor.
A dark man,
Nervous by the words of his first harvest
And his body moved like fresh grapefruits
Juicy with pips
For a First Dawn had come.
And he did sweetly breathe upon the babe’s head
And kissed its newborn eyelids,
Fallen like dark purple Lilacs of a full moon in mauve
Upon this little face
Heavy set in sleep.
He blew the...
Thursday 4th February 2016 12:23 am
EMPTY
Hideous smelly grey draylon
Commode removed
Cumbersome tubular metal hoist
With hammock swing
Vanished
Pink water filled sponges
On lollipop sticks discarded
Zimmer frame and
Wheelchair passed on
Medical paraphernalia withdrawn
Without trace
Around the room
Voices still echo
Distant near far away
Shadows flicker around me
Coldness crawls on ...
Wednesday 3rd February 2016 6:42 pm
Also by christine yates:
THE TREE |A Place Like a Poem
My place has leaves and mold,
cracked paint, stale wood and curtains that sway.
As dawn brings a new day, my place hums with prayers,
smells of incense, and looks like sunshine.
My place has cherry floors, upon which when I place my cheek, a chilly warmth spreads through my body.
My place is rickety-rackety with family -
the laughs of my grandma
the corny jokes of my grandpa
...Wednesday 3rd February 2016 1:01 am
The Making Of A Worker
The Making Of A Worker.
The lorry tips its rubble
On the road outside our house,
the privet hedge engulfed
in a primordial cloud of dust,
it drives away in chugging glee
having spilled its heavy load
and we stand and watch it go
as the carbon mountain settles.
The sergeant-major father
barks his orders at the troops
and our little hands clasp tight
the...
Tuesday 2nd February 2016 8:01 pm
Y Tuesday Poetry Club
The poetry club that I started with Line Thomsen and with help from John Hassell is 10 years old today.
What's been said about Y Tuesday
Y Tuesday March 2012, reviewed by Paul Tims.
Y Tuesday Reviewed.
By Paul Tims.
“Number three: Poseidon is Morrissey,” said Kevin Rienhardt, before launching into his poem about travelling into Cornwall on a ferry and facing the fury of a stormy sea...
Tuesday 2nd February 2016 2:21 pm
First poetry collection nearly ready
Hello folks,
I now have my first collection of poetry almost ready to self-publish based on my 1990's poems and rants etc. The dilemma is this: Do I publish it as 45 poems (to symbolise my age and 20 yearssince I began writing poetry, which has developed since then)? Or (becasue create space paperback print of demand retail at around £7.99) do I go for it and put everything I've got int...
Monday 1st February 2016 5:56 pm
Also by David Addington:
Fairway close to ..... |Something to think about
Some people hold on to memories they never had and feelings they never felt, just to justify their existence. To all of them I say: cry when u have to, and leave depression to those with wounded souls.
Chino.
Monday 1st February 2016 4:50 pm
Shapeless days and nameless nights
I imagine you in the low-slung bough of a giant tree
it’s skin smoothed by the weary backs of those that came before
There you rest, telling the time only by the cooling of the day
I see the beach with a carpet of fine white-sand
a warm sea rushes to meet your feet as you idle by
and a balmy breeze touches your shoulders with its breath
I hear an engine distant and movi...
Monday 1st February 2016 12:27 pm
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