Game for two
I opened the front door and she just had her boots
Standing in front of me with sexy confidence
The light dimly on her, her curves in opulence
Wanting a reaction of swelling attributes
Looking up and pausing at her beautiful smile
Then down a bit further to her amazing tits
Her nipples glistening with the hardened pink bits
Perfection in my eyes as I stare her profile
The mound of her ...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 11:36 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
The tap | Her lover | When I was a lover | Terrible Vacation | Death | Dark Eyes | The photo | My Poetry | Journey towards love | Bachelorette | Evening of Fun | The old Virgin | Mr Fantismo and the sea monster | All the same | Ode to Ore | Past Fun | Sincerity | Ode to a Capricorn | Ode to an Aquarius | Ode to a Libra | Seeker of Knowledge | Leadership | The meeting of two | The moon | Small town boy | Equality | Choices | Feeling you | Falling fantasy | model for one day |Long distance
It’s 30 miles from mine to yours
But every night it feels like more
When I get in and clear my head
I want you but get me instead.
The smell of weariness and gloom
Has killed your hairspray and perfume
Though misplaced socks and sleeping mask
Make through the week a simpler task
In this, my fucking freezing flat
(No you to sort the thermostat)
It feels like ...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 10:27 pm
Also by Neil Robertson:
M56 | Evaporation | The Final Platform |Why?
I'm told to just give up, forget it,
forgiveness for all,
the past doesnt matter,
of course they'd let us fall.
no pretense is needed,
no i reason i can recall,
for why they left us bleeding,
right down here on the floor.
I want to wish them well
my best friend after all,
but forgetting isn't easy
and i can only crawl.
my sunshine has now faded
...Tuesday 28th February 2017 9:34 pm
The Waiting Room
Sat here waiting
Stupid posters on the wall
Like knowing 1/4 matters
Mental health for all.
The chairs are stained and dirty,
Water fountain broke,
Magazines outdated.
Even leaflets on a stroke.
The receptionist she mumbles,
Or is it the glass screen,
Protects her from the patients,
Ring bells - they are unclean.
Mental or a leper,
It really doesn't matter.
You're all in thi...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 5:17 pm
Also by Louise Clarke:
Poison Fairies | Staple Gun Lover | Written Off | Perfect Pair |Def Poetry Jam
This television series is about spoken word poetry. The series features performances by established and up-and-coming spoken word poets. Performances also include special appearances by well-known actors and musicians. The series included historical legendary poets such as: Jamie Foxx, Malcolm Jamal Warner, Daniel Beaty, Jill Scott, Common, Kayne West, Tracy Morgan, Doug E. Fresh, Floetry, Raf...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 2:37 pm
Also by Ebonaya Smallwood:
Lay Me Down (In My Grave With Them) | True Love | best poem ever Harlem: By Langston Hughes | The best song I ever heard |Emergency: Creative Hiatus
I've lost my way
my insight has disappeared
out of sight
hiding somewhere in this rut.
stale ideas coat the air
like bad breath,
my imagination
is not fertile any more.
the lights have gone out
on my creativity,
I can't find any words
to fill the page.
I'm just staring in the dark,
hiding under blank sheets
on an empty bed
until somebody wakes...
Tuesday 28th February 2017 12:27 pm
Also by Paul Waring:
The Taste Of Lisbon | Assive Smoking | Mr. Bumfrantic | Largin' It In Later Life | Mrs Fox | a glimpse through the side door of paradise | Breaking Bread With The Dead | The Heart Of The Matter | write, edit, re-write, write, edit, re-write | A Descending Depression | just a small boy | Enough Is Enough | An Exquisite Hand Job | one syllable love | Kissing The Lips Of The Sea | Thai Bride | Haiku: Whiffy Communication | Some Lie and Some Die | Edward Burra: The Snack Bar (1930) | Bob Hope Saved Me | Ice and Fire of Desire | Levity, Brevity and Gravity | TAKE THE RAP | THE BULLY | Casino Face | Black Dog |Chariots of the Sun
This poem is a short affirmation and image of a small holiday island some eleven miles offshore from Fremantle, Western Australia. It began as a prison for aboriginal men and boys after 1838, and from 1902 served as a gubernatorial retreat from the intense summer heat. It is sear and dry, bereft of natural surface water, and now is a watery playground for fishers, boaters, surfers and many others....
Tuesday 28th February 2017 11:43 am
Also by Chris Hubbard:
Wet | Silhouette | Saint James of the Field of Stars | The City Shadowed | Saudade | Lost | Adagio of the Heart | A Man I Know | Losing Faith |"Glastonbury Fayre"
The driver of a leathery
Clapped out Hillman Hunter
Reeking of Capstan full strength
And Lifebuoy soap
Dropped me off outside Devizes.
Rain came
I prised open a door to escape
Unrolling my doss bag
On a scout hut floor.
I crept out early while the village slept
Washing down Kendal Mint Cake
With a pint of gold top
Pirated from some bugger’s door.
...Tuesday 28th February 2017 8:36 am
Also by Rick Gammon:
"Et camera non mentior." | "Village Scene, Lincolnshire" |it was an accident
i was tearing the wings from eagles
while you caught mayflys
with your forked tongue
try grief so thick
it crawls between your legs
then come home
honey pie
lets dodge
lamps and crockery
like we used to
when it was raw
Tuesday 28th February 2017 7:26 am
Also by Stuart Buck:
umeboshi/autumn | i am lost and you are lost so maybe we are not lost | everybody is talking but nobody is saying anything | for love | solo sei piedi di terra ci rende tutti uguali | apricots |Selfish
I hate you
You took me
And I hate you
You didn't ask
You just did
Did what you want
You didn't care
You said you did
But you were selfish
I hate you
You took me
Because you wanted to
You took me
But you didn't have funds
You didn't have means
You took me
But you couldn't keep me
So you dropped me
Left me
I hate you
For taking me
Without being sure
Without being s...
Monday 27th February 2017 11:49 pm
Also by Wonderer:
Noise | Awry | City slicker |High street
Walking down the small town high street
Among the liquorice all sorts
Of shops cafes and pubs
There is the barbers
With flashing neon scissors
The corner café with the bloke
Who has cleared his plate
Of sausage egg beans and chips
And from a yawning plastic pouch
His hand rolls a neatly tailored cigarette
As his face his mind are somewhere else
Further up the...
Monday 27th February 2017 11:11 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
To write or not to write |Rainbow on the tongue
Some things taste better
Without a label, like fruit,
Prescriptions and people
Monday 27th February 2017 9:53 pm
Also by Chunks and Marrow:
Over fallow ground | Thoughts and flayers |Your Poetry #2
Work up a sweat raking fallen leaves
then you can burn them all
but one you find that clings
to the back of your hat
be it multi-coloured or brown
make space for it within a hardback book
(until rascals unearth it and
destroy it in their play!)
congratulations-
you have a poem.
Monday 27th February 2017 8:09 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
The Caressing Hand | Zeno | (untitled) | In The Algarve | More Of Your Poetry |The Nationwide
I have to say that I am rather upset, well, deeply offended actually, that the Nationwide Building Society (with whom I used to have an account) has so far chosen not to approach me for my very affecting poem on the joys of home ownership.
Burglar
Someone’s been in my house,
broke my china cat,
took a knife to the three piece suite,
shat on my Welcome mat.
Someone’s been in my house,
...
Monday 27th February 2017 6:24 pm
MI FIRSTEST POEMS
(A celebration of the Adrian Mole poetry I wrote as a teenager. And containing the finest line of verse ever to come from Chapel Haddlesey)
Mi firstest poems wa’ yonks ago;
I’ve lost ’em (God be thankst!);
Full o’ trite naivety
An’ post-pubescent angst.
Some of them’s political
(I put the world to right)
I solved world 'unger on mi own -
Right On! An’ Outta ...
Monday 27th February 2017 5:31 pm
Also by John Coopey:
WE'RE ALL GOING TO A LABOUR FUNERAL | FERNANDO | JOHN COOPEY (R.I.P) | PEE ON ME | TO REMOANERS | "OLD, RACIST AND THICK" | BREXIT FLU BLUES | ROMEO AND JULIET | I JUST LOVE MONDAYS |Soldier's Box
Soldier’s Box
Wooden box
Lock
Key
Brass bullet casing
Spent
Flakes of tobacco
Unsmoked
Grains of sand
Sepia tinted photograph
Pyramids
And pith helmets
Soldiers Service
And Pay book
Will unwritten
Will not needed
Nib encrusted
Fountain pen
Brass button
Coloured ribbon
Yellowed letters
Ink a faded blue
S...
Monday 27th February 2017 5:04 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Unknowing | Old Romantic | Silenus In The Brewery Tap | Blizzard | Janus |Veni, Vidi, Vino
Wafting in blissful solitude
I dine on spicy chorizo and the bouquet of warm red.
The glimmer of a lantern catches our fleeting looks
sip by sip.
Detached at first, then eager.
The mirage morphs into reality
as the angelic senorita abandons her corner
as we drink of each other’s mysteries,
prompting another merlot.
We wake up to the rain and the smell of jasmine.
Wis...
Monday 27th February 2017 5:04 pm
Also by Chakraj:
Ooh I was so addicted to you. | The swirling winds of change | When my inner voice speaks, I listen. | Sensual rhapsody | Fuck Fear | The Moment matters | Just say yessss | Love aborted | Don't call me | The Mermaid | The new universal drug | One of the chosen few | The Terrible Three | Alas, the sleeping serpent stirs | Peace of my heart | Purpose Unlocked | Meet my friend Fear | Be your own creator | Morning Mantra | Forth & Back | You Enigma Diva | Nobody wins a war |free falling
when you free fall
crashing burning and worlds collide you may lust for your hunger in me
you may try to control the urge to lunge for me
what ever you maybe without the security of my loving arms keeping you close
putting your hand in mine
when you crumble before me clinging longing to be torn apart biting your lip will not help you my sweet
for you have fallen into the darkness of your own...
Monday 27th February 2017 4:45 pm
Also by Anna Marie Grinter:
through tainted glass |Validation
Validation
is the golden prize we seek,
like a peer review for technical matters
we yearn to see if our contemporaries value our work
and appreciate it.
Only they can understand
the emotional turmoil
we have bound up in the things we write,
and the stresses we have overcome
to deliver this final draft,
even though we are never happy with it ourselves,
and continue ...
Monday 27th February 2017 1:45 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Fifty Years Ago | Vexing Valentines | Winter’s Bite | Cold Coffee | The Young Lad At The Ritz (Radio Edit) | Bird Song | My Favourite Shoes | Life |You seemed so pure
I see spiders crawl out your mouth as you speak I wonder if that's a sign to not believe everything you see.
I wonder how many pins I can hit down in one strike making it to the finish line sounds pretty nice.
Can we make a deal a hand for a hand we can even shake on it I don't play pretend.
Monday 27th February 2017 12:35 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:
Needing a quick fix | Don't underestimate anyone | Band aids off | The power of a mad women | written in rage | speaking to angels or was it the devil |Constraint
As I look at the moon tonight.
It is full and bright
blue illuminates through
my mind, stars align.
I am fine.
Lately,
I've been burning up inside
my twisted demise,
my dystopia.
Tunnel vision,
lost my mission,
lost my way,
lost my vision.
Each night I sit with silence,
enveloped in despair.
Constrained,
penning lines in my mind,
I fail to keep,
losing too much slee...
Monday 27th February 2017 10:14 am
Also by MyDystopiA:
Drizzle | Closet Space | Ablaze |To The Addicts Of The World
To The Addicts Of The World
Cunning baffling and powerful are the words used to describe,
The truth of what addiction is, it will take your life with a knife.
Everything you thought you were becomes lost,
All that you cherish and love, gone at what cost?
Millions of people struggle everyday and it's truly tough,
Knowing that one is too many and a thousand never enough.
Pot, heroin, me...
Monday 27th February 2017 9:50 am
sideview
darkened places
like sunspots
behind my eye--
polarized retinal reflections
are closer than they appear.
Sunday 26th February 2017 11:08 pm
Also by nunya:
pro choice | traveler (la revancha) | threshold | ..to make something beautiful | temporary quarter |The hardest part
Have you ever tried to kill yourself by holding your breath?
No one's ever died from a lack of sleep...
(I dare you not to try it)
The hardest part of forgetting is when you remember.
Double check yourself, and down it goes.
Get ready, hold on, and jump out of the plane!
Hear the rush, gasp for breath, and let those bells ring.
Jump on that train, follow those tracks.
It's too much (but ...
Sunday 26th February 2017 8:43 pm
Also by Christine Pankratz:
I was an addict |Gorecki Plays
Gorecki Plays
He was no narcissi,
He didn’t even like exposure
And despite the loudness –
Sought refuge in Gorecki,
His was a great misunderstanding
That in reality, became the pleasure
Of feeble minds,
Rejected as sport,
Everyone he knew came
To lazy conclusions,
Enticed by an entity without heart and soul,
He was as history told,
...Sunday 26th February 2017 8:26 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
The Silence is Beautiful | Dark Flower |From Friendship to Love (IV)
And once things have transited
From friendship to love
It is never the case
That things will never
Be the same again
Or you’ll never be able
To do any of the things
That first drew us together
Whether texting each other
At six in the morning
Or sat there lost in thought
Each other words at literature nights
Even after the other one
Has read and has been asking you
What did you t...
Sunday 26th February 2017 4:35 pm
Also by Andy N:
From Friendship to Love (III) |In Budapest
Ah, the thrill
Of running down a street
Lit only by cafe glow
To see a dog
Taking a pee
And bundles in doorways
That are sleeping men
Ah, the thrill
Of running down a street
Where students smoke
and taxis speed by
Or wait for fares
Where the smell of pancakes
And curry mixes
With the rubbish of the day
Ah, the thrill
Of running down a street
An...
Sunday 26th February 2017 12:10 pm
Also by Hazel ettridge:
La Petite Mort | Autumn Leaves | The End is Nigh | I'm ready if you are | I'm Doing Okay |Quite Deceived
Mouth full of dirt, itchy throat,
loss for words but even if he could describe this, this…
his swollen tonsils wouldn’t let him speak.
Feeling weak, future’s bleak, refuge he seeks
mind Immersed in simple rhymes, remembering simple times
Learning table manners, two times two gives four
seventy times seven sins against another - still forgiven
but now he...
ate deceptive words
and
fe...
Sunday 26th February 2017 4:15 am
Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:
Shy | Water works | Week days and Weak days | Aflame | Weary souls | I'm not | B | Pilgrimage | Air it out | Inspired by Beleaf's song:Depressed | Advice to a poet | What is he saying? | The Surgeon | Illusions | Unashamed |THE FACEBOOK OF SHERLOCK HOLMES
Nah nahnah nah nah you can't catch me !
read the facebook message from Moriarty,
Sherlock reached for his calabash and the needle
shouted for Mrs Hudson
went into a dream.
Watson was stuck without a computer,
so a boy was sent to fetch him at once
but the doctor was checking Mrs Watson
and didn't give a fig for his friend,
When Sherlock saw the light again
...Saturday 25th February 2017 12:53 pm
Also by ray pool:
THE DEATH OF JOSEF JAKOBS 1941 | THE CAVE IN THE SIDE OF A CLIFF | PLATFORM ANNOUNCEMENTS | HYPOCHONDRIA THE LIBERTINE | TICKET TO PARADISE | SEWER CONVERSION | GATHERED HERE | PROUD OF THE PAST | NUCLEAR EVENT |A Black Empress's Legacy (Taytu Betul )
I . Taytu Betul as a leader
“ Ethiopia is famed for being
A peaceful,hospitable and a warrior nation
How come then it failed
To come to your attention,
As bees whose hive is threatened,
Citizens are ever alert to
To foil provoked aggression!
The 1889 treacherous
Wuchale treaty
I will tear apart
A messenger,with a tail
Between your legs,
Before you depart.
The Italian version
Th...
Saturday 25th February 2017 9:12 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
A lake's obituary |SATELLITE OF LOVE
Bristol poets especially may be interested in this event: The brilliant local poets Deborah Harvey and Tom Sastry with Open Mike. More details on the Gig Guide
Saturday 25th February 2017 8:43 am
haiku
#1
Clumsily painted
treetops hang crooked under
the blue of snowfall.
#2
Violent wind shaves the
withered leaves from their limbs. Soft
rain licks at their wounds.
#3
The fury of tides
swallows sand and beach. Darkness
creeps as lightning sinks.
Saturday 25th February 2017 3:51 am
Also by Melissa Gentile:
The Storm | last night's dream | untitled | (untitled) |Dreams may not
Sometimes you know
This life feels like
it's just pretend
And we sweep or dance
Or drift or dream
From one act or moment
Unto another
But this is
Our life
And it
Isn't
Pretend
And all the drama
Well
That's real
If you want it to be
So float across
The stage
Should you choose
Or drag
Your heavy leaden feet
Or rattle your chains
Or simply
Move
Like ghosts
Bec...
Friday 24th February 2017 11:15 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:
The butter man |good morning
Slowly stirring from slumber deep
Open eyes, adjust to the dawn’s light
Lazily stretching limbs, emerging from under covers
Reaching over, his spot is empty and cool to the touch
How long has he been awake and gone?
Thinking he’s so sweet to let me continue my dreams
Hearing signs of life outside bedroom
Reaching for robe, sliding toes into slippers
Shuffling along, gr...
Friday 24th February 2017 2:34 pm
Also by Maxine:
crave | Memories of paradise | your story | empty | temptation |Create
True pride in a creative work,
I believe,
Is not to merely be able to say,
'I did this'
But rather,
'This is me'
Friday 24th February 2017 7:02 am
Untitled V
Sometimes I question if what I'm doing is right.
I sit here in the sun all mixed up inside.
All I need is a voice from outside, but all I ever do is shut off and ignore all the signs.
Sometimes I feel like I'm bigger than the world.
This ego is inflated with the thoughts to destroy.
I'm brought back to the earth so quickly and so violently, I then again begin to question my sel...
Thursday 23rd February 2017 8:40 pm
Also by Pablo_Chee:
Untitled 4 | Untitled 3 | Untitled 2 | Untitled 1 |Rancor
When push comes to shove
shove goes to love
love has been long-lost, dead like a wingless dove.
Endless children licking lips spitting grits
of our foul flying friends.
What has granted you food?
"The universe" said the child.
My first thought was a singularity in poetry
why does it always have to me?
Feast please! I only ask you bring tyrants before you to their ...
Thursday 23rd February 2017 7:48 pm
Also by Jack Hopwaters Jr:
Useless |Mistaken
for forever, for a cello
for a painting, New York school
for a drum, tight snare
for a branch broke
for a tree, one branch less
for myself who is less
Thursday 23rd February 2017 2:24 pm
Also by Barry R Tench:
Turntable |A Baby We Don't Know
We didn’t get the chance to know you.
We dreamt of you. We planned for you.
We picked out a name for you: Lauren, because I was sure you were a girl.
We told your big sister who was too little to understand, that you were with us.
But it was early. Admittedly, too early.
Because the morning sickness never came.
My belly never became a bump.
Instead, I cramped up inside that Saturday morning...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 11:48 pm
Human Hearts
Every argument leaves a fading scare,once before I seen your name written up in the stars.
It's hard to to dream when your not with me, I need to survive and be the once who's stronger.
Our human hearts don't realise they are strong as they are, they just lost along the way.
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 7:12 pm
Olives
I guess that at one time or another - if we're being honest - we've all been blinded by the white hot heat and light of our fantasies, dreams, and ambitions; as poets it's practically in our job description to be thus.
The following poem owns up to flying too close to that particular sun, and the resultant crash-and-burn,
That doesn't mean we shouldn't keep trying for the impossible though ....
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 4:25 pm
Also by David Redfield:
A warm welcome ... |WHAT A LET DOWN
This is a comi/tragedy, rhyming, pantomime type story of what could happen to anyone isolated in a community as a result of religious migration. Just as a matter of extra interest, I sincerely believe that when this parable is published (front page) nationwide in Parish Magazines of all denominations. a deeper understanding and acceptance? of each our peculiar idiosyncrasies will have, at last, be...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 4:23 pm
Also by ken eaton-dykes:
THE GOOD LIFE | NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS |TOTALLY STUPEFIED
His softspoken funny words used to make me laugh..
But now..forgetting those memories is really tough..
Hedoesn't even care what I need..
He said "no one can rejects you" but he did..
I was a day dreamer which made me stupid..
For him I was too small and gradual to be perceived..
He thought that it was a crush..as he is fool..
But I was in a rush ..which made me "emotional foo...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 2:41 pm
Echo and Narcissus
Echo and Narcissus
after Echo and Narcissus, by Glyn Philpot (bronze with green patina)
Did either of them have a moment’s unease?
He, before the pool of social media reflected back all he wanted to see,
She, before she found herself cursed by the god of Abandon, that minor deity
of the Home Counties
who thought he had only to ask the people, gi...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 7:00 am
Blame Game
Blame Game
You are the one that stifles my progress.
You put up barriers, then deny their existence.
You make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
You try to force me to conform to your ways.
You make me feel lesser.
You denounce my heritage.
You oppress my people.
You suppress my pride.
You widow our women; leave children fatherless and mothers without their babie...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 2:41 am
Also by J.R. Daniel:
Nostalgia |The Life and Death of Special Kitty kitty
fangs and claws so sharp they could pierce the mightiest of rodant
long and sleek black hair made him stealth in the night
a face of beauty and pride with warmth through his deep green eyes
a half white mustage and as if he wore socks on certain feet
a full gentle heart if I ever did see one
as I trusted him with my two wee ones
his size above average, but not immune to a predito...
Wednesday 22nd February 2017 12:58 am
Also by old shoes:
THE NEAR EXIT | BLOOD MOON | pieces | movement | call to nature | young and old | here we are again |InterCity 125
I didn’t foresee
That carriage B
Would alter my life
In such curious fashion
And who even knew
That the 10:52
Could ever have been
The scene of such passion?
We entered the station
To great consternation
Our deeds were the subject
Of much speculation
But I don’t regret
And I’ll never forget
The good times we had
Before privatisation
Tuesday 21st February 2017 3:35 pm
Also by Joe Williams:
Old Fred |2 SCOOPS OF BRAIN.
We were like ‘yin and yang’,
‘Spick and Span’
- Hot pot, big pan -
slick and tanned!
The could we can -
sweet, sweet like marzipan!
The kind of love that makes you FAT,
that attracts the sniff sniffing rats.
- Rap! Trap! Rat! The blind bats! -
But I walked and you ran,
I was kicked like tin-can
then you thought you were tin-man,
cause you forgot your heart ...
Tuesday 21st February 2017 11:28 am
Panic
I, undone and unable to bear
This burden is heavy and my legs may give
At any moment the pressure is rising
Uncontrollably and it tightens ever harder
As I lay here the thought of dying
Consumes all but the faintest glow
Of hope and a gasp of air
Is welcome to my thirsty lungs
Which have held their breath waiting
For this defining moment
Of pain and suffering unending
...Tuesday 21st February 2017 4:13 am
Also by Seth Trenton:
(untitled) | Hope |Cherry Tree
Cherry Tree.
Me and the dog, the dog and me,
The leaves still cling to the Cherry tree,
Me and the dog we weaken with age,
The Cherry tree writes on a different page.
The dog and the Cherry tree age much the same,
While one gets much stronger the other grows lame,
I for myself am the foil for them both,
Being no longer fruitful and given to sloth.
Were the...
Monday 20th February 2017 5:28 pm
OOPS!
I spread the curtains wide to winter sunshine
and paused – as always - to absorb the sheer beauty
of my tall tree across the street
its black trunk writhing high with long groping branches
their twigs arching to myriad filigree.
A large crow arrowed into the neighbourhood
scoping the street - big, black and bold.
It dropped confidently into my tree
very high up
...
Monday 20th February 2017 12:56 pm
Lil Jan
Lil Jan was young
Lil Jan had his whole life staring
But Lil Jan had had enough,
Black eyes and bruises always marring
His otherwise fine face,
couldn't even afford smiling
Lil Jan's assailants,
Some egocentric schadenfreudes
With the point of bleak of sadists
Couldn't dare see this purist
soar to his greatest heights
so they fed him misery
Lil Jan was...
Monday 20th February 2017 12:40 pm
An Introduction
On the days when my tongue betrays me
The pen is my ally.
While it cannot turn off my mind
It is comforting to have a friend
Who promises the comfort of revision,
Of reinvention,
Of erasure,
Of closure.
On the nights
When my bed is my solace
And sleep is a guest who takes too damn long to arrive
There are words
my words
That I can use to dream.
There are days when my mind
And my...
Monday 20th February 2017 10:31 am
revelations - film
Here's the film of 'revelations', recorded at The Dream, Sutton Manor, St Helens. The Dream is a public sculpture situated on the top of Sutton Manor Colliery.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S4NmBicBCeQ
Monday 20th February 2017 9:35 am
Also by Laura Taylor:
revelations |Noblesse Oblige Cocoon
multi-talented no misogynist
a tortured genius the world of empathy beneath understands
a punch provides his hit
and for madam
the placatory box of chocolates
his calibrated rebalance of the yin and yang
the usual dance..
ambassador you are spoiling us..
a seer a prophet an artist
her eye socket
so she fell down the stairs again..
i should have been more careful
she whispered
an...
Monday 20th February 2017 9:35 am
Also by Suki Spangles:
The Exchange | Interweb Counselling 101 |Unconditional Yet Confused Love
I loved you with all my heart,
But you fucked me over and over.
I cared about you,
I kept you in my mind like a soul in a body,
But did not know
that body was a prison.
I would do anything for you
But you would not even think of me.
I tried to make it all stop
But you were just way too contagious.
I woke up in the middle of night just to look at you
But little I kn...
Monday 20th February 2017 6:29 am
Other Girl
Girl is really happy.
Girl is never not smiling.
Girl laughs, and everyone
hears an echo of daffodils and butterscotch.
Other Girl is not all that happy.
Other Girl has no desire to smile.
Other Girl hears laughter,
But only registers a mockery of her self-loathing.
Girl is home to syrupy voice,
An open bowl of batter
With only sweet things inside.
...
Sunday 19th February 2017 11:18 pm
Gnawing at the nub
(Satan taunting Anthony in the desert)
Coward! betrayer! defecter! recreant!
Shriveller from all entitling thee male
Nose the oestrus! rise to the invitation!
Strut the proud stag, the pawing stallion.
Shoulder the onus! bend to the obligation!
Stock-still, stony-faced malingerer, move!
(Under the searing sun a vemonous viper
Side-winds across the...
Sunday 19th February 2017 10:13 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:
Yvonne | Scient...ism | William and Benjamin |Ode to the keyboard
I found I have lost the tactile need for penmanship as it has been replaced with the clickity-clack of the keyboard. No more broad sweeps or stylish curvatures. Just the tap, tap, tap, of the keyboard. A writing as easily placed and understood as my neighbors, seemingly indifferent, other than context, if you get my meaning. My fingers meet at the index, feeling the familiar raised etching, from t...
Sunday 19th February 2017 10:25 am
Blessed with Worldly Poverty
Can you imagine waking up every morning to slave for a wicked house?
Im at the lowest part of my life in this world,
But the highest point in my life with God.
Im poor
Yet rich.
Im oppressed
Yet free.
I am a slave
Yet I am proud to slave for the Most High.
I cant complain even though I dont have much.
I thank God for what I have.
I have not in this world,
But I ...
Saturday 18th February 2017 8:21 pm
Also by Aharon Shamaiwan:
Gang Affiliated | To my Father | Please Dont Send Me Home |my classteacher
Though many teachers teach me
For me my classteacher is better be:
He is hardworking and sincere
Students with him are always familiar :
He tolerates no nuisance ,
Then also , students feel bored in his absence,
My CLASS TEACHER is an ideal teacher ,
Provides us best for our bright future..
-----aviral mishra
Saturday 18th February 2017 4:13 pm
Determination
Could it be President Trump who has some Scottish blood in his veins . Also has a quantity of Yorkshire blood in them . Giving him Grit and Determination to succeed like Yorkshire folk do . Speaks his mind and never looks back . What ever you do or how hard you try to degrade him he will fight for what is right . When challenged will always fight back .
Saturday 18th February 2017 11:00 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Insulting | Who Is Funding Who | Who Cares | Good On You Girl | England Today | What A Cruel World |Snowflake
Tread softly, transient visitor.
Impact gently.
We are burdens, weighing upon the world.
Rest light.
Leave no trace.
Our networks. Friends. Relatives.
Support our mental/emotional health.
Our spiritual wellbeing.
Earth supports our physical selves.
Dependency-webbed, we're bonded.
We draw upon our networks.
And are drawn upon, testing bonds.
Some br...
Friday 17th February 2017 11:41 pm
Also by Rich:
Watch Over Me | Creation's Quantum |true self
trapped inside
the invisible cage
that confines me
coated in sweet vanilla
that satisfies their taste
plastered with beautiful images
that bring them comfort
but constructed with irons of
uncertainty
fear
shame
not what I really am
underneath it all
behind the wall
I'm still here
with the real
but I'm slowly losing
my might
...Friday 17th February 2017 8:56 pm
farewell
A fathomable february day
first & the fair, leaves the bay
sweet reveries cherishable
welled-eyes, departing ceremonial
bidding him farewell
© juhi gupte
Friday 17th February 2017 2:10 pm
Also by Juhi Gupte:
And be Eumoirous!! | Quote-1 |YOUR LOVE
Mother, mother earth, please
Spread your, spread your charm with ease
I know you, i know you can release
Your love.
Farther, farther farther, please
Spread your, spread your wisdom here
I know you, i know you can release
Your love.
Angel, angel of the light
Spread your, spread your wings tonight
I know you, i know you can release
Your love.
People...
Friday 17th February 2017 1:49 pm
Also by james bowness:
A CITY. | UNHOLY ONE | BLOWING IN THE WIND. | LAST PATH | MOTHER'S WAR |SEVEN YEARS
Broken mirror
good or bad
happy or sad
Take the pieces bury them
in the moonlight
or
Light seven candles
on the first night
That should take care of your plight
---
If you want to assure
you've found a good cure
Throw salt over your shoulder
then your situation will be secure
for that practice blinds the devil
behind your back
Naught...
Friday 17th February 2017 2:02 am
Also by lynn hahn:
FLYING FISH | SOLVE THE PUZZLE | CHAPTERS IN A BOOK | WHO ARE THE LUCKY ONES? | IS IT RAPE? | GET AWAY GUY | PRECIOUS FAMILY | WINTER WALK | SUNDAY MORNING | ADDRESS THIS | BRIGHT LOVE | NEW LIFE | IS IT POSSIBLE OR JUST A DREAM | UP OFF THE GROUND |Trapped (Bored Again)
It's three fifty three and I'm need of saving
Work is a bore
Same old tedious chore
Can you believe there are no windows?
My eyes despise this heat
Ever rising
Each day is stuffy
Man, I'm sweaty and sleepy
Sure
Artificial lighting makes a dull scene
Non-scenic scene
The same old seen scene
Every day for what feels like an age
Yet time
Stands
...Thursday 16th February 2017 5:44 pm
Also by Mel Shield:
A Moment in Each Day | From the plane window to the planes of thought |Modern Valentine
The world has changed.
In the comfort of my living room
Like an Amazon order, my modern Valentine was there,
available. Delivery in business 3 days.
The blue background of his profile picture
Replaced the romance underneath the blue skies
Which is fine.
We don`t get much of those in London anyway.
There were no whispers of love or lust
We exchanged bits and clicks.
Perfect-flowery-re...
Thursday 16th February 2017 9:41 am
Also by Gab:
Far away love |I am Certain
In every city, I go.
In every country, I have been.
The Star and the Cross hope,
That he will be with us one day.
They call him by different names,
And claim him as theirs.
Both preaching similar faiths,
Both saying they are correct.
One says he is yet to come,
While the other hopes for him again.
One says he is the son of God,
While the other says, he wi...
Thursday 16th February 2017 6:42 am
Also by E.M Chino:
My Dearest Friend |PAIN OF NATURE
Tis one of the piece of art which simply describes the pain of nature in a poetic manner .The language used is not complex but its meaning is deep a real poet and a human will understand it without any difficulty ..................................
" PAIN OF NATURE"
THE PEOPLE I SEE, ARE NOT THE ONE I WANT TO SEE
THE THINGS THEY USE, ARE NOT THE ONE I WANT THEM TO USE
THEY ARE NO...
Thursday 16th February 2017 6:15 am
Time Will Heal
When he left me I was alone,
I cried but I tried to laugh, but then, I cried again.
It has been hundreds of days since I've heard the word "I love you"
You are mine, you’re my only.
I've been wanting to hear those words again.
But when I tried to remember how you say those words,
I felt pain, excruciating enough that I felt like I'm dying..
My only love has betrayed me,
...Thursday 16th February 2017 1:58 am
Written While Leaving
summer grass folded
like faded paper
under the heavy frost
your cat sitting
at the window
watching the winter birds
cold water
brushes
the back of my hand
slowly like
a thought turning
it begins to rain
Wednesday 15th February 2017 11:03 pm
Questioning a future lover
Soft breeze and notes
Against my bedroom piano-keys
First, spell out your name.
Pause.
And then resume to paint picture frames of
You and I, both
Stood young, mid-aged & grey
Posed ivory white for a bride
And archaic black for a groom
...
Wednesday 15th February 2017 4:18 pm
ANOTHER VALENTINE
In Thiepval's rows in line abreast
Subaltern Venner lies at rest,
Among those with whom he died in war,
Sacrificed - aged twenty four.
Not for him whispered words of love,
Instead, it's hoped he dwells above
With his pals, the angels among,
In timeless kinship ever young.
Today, of mind, he comes to mine,
My uncle - Ernest Valentine.
...........................
Tuesday 14th February 2017 7:35 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
CUTTING EDGE PSYCHOLOGY?? |Love is beautiful
Love
New love
Old love
Pure love
Different ways to say I love you
Different ways to fall in love
Moments and memories all full of love
How could anyone forget?
The highs and lows of love
all the in betweens of love
Love cleanses your body
Love makes you blush for no reaseon
Love is special
Love makes you feel alive
Love can be oh so sweet and someti...
Tuesday 14th February 2017 5:31 pm
Only a shadow
An image captured,
a likeness drawn
But only a shadow,
a thought
and a hope
All that was painted
will melt
into base
The template uncovered,
an image misplaced.
Tuesday 14th February 2017 4:51 pm
Also by Rhiannon:
In the Orchard | 5w1h | A memory | The Hollow | The Therapy Shop |L♥ve Ch♥mp♥gne
My love is like a glass of champagne
Exploding with bubbles and excitement
I drink and drown in her sparkling eyes
She wets my lips with her delightment
The spirit rises and intoxicates my senses
My cork pops and sends me into ecstasy
Love flows freely like a cascading fountain
As we entwine on the vine in sextasy
We may be in our mature vintage years
But we are a fiery ...
Tuesday 14th February 2017 4:18 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
Daddy Loved Toblerone | Last Chance Dance |The Tragedy in a Mission
She was my guide
Though always filled with pride.
She shows off without any reason
No matter which season!
Says she will help
All she does is make me yelp!
What had happened is really bad
And that makes me terribly sad.
No one to ask, no one to say
Hoping that tomorrow be a good day.
Laziness has started creeping in
I know foregoing duty is...
Tuesday 14th February 2017 4:36 am
February 2017 Collage Poem: Mythology
Lost in transition
Your words carried like a brief encounter
Emotion is the monster hiding outside the walls
Gangreen in suburbia and skinned alive
With donkey ears! Good Gods!
Occupations occupy stations on the wall
Barrymore paints the myths of time
To hang in Manchester as a quiet man
Tells of lost love.
Sonnets to art leave us lost
There's rumo...
Tuesday 14th February 2017 12:20 am
I love you isn't enough
This repetitious revery is fluffy and flowery but LOVE is REAL...
It's formed by us and fitted to our forms. By us. But its form is defined and real.
It may have started off as fluffy as the air we breathe, filled with light and butterflies. But now it's mostly solid. It fits to me and fits to you and it doesn't float away when you blow it. It has weight and substance.
I think real love is...
Monday 13th February 2017 6:05 pm
Cocaine
The whiteness of pleasure
I hold in my hand
drains me of all, all that I am
and the lines that are drawn
lead me to pain
as the darkness grows deeper
while im doining cocaine.
This was a past problem that I got over and never to repeat.
Monday 13th February 2017 12:28 am
A Picture of You
If I had a picture of you
I’d keep it to myself
Held tightly against my heart
To feel closer to you
Our bond would be strong
Strong enough to make me feel safe
If only I had a picture of you.
If I had a picture of you
I’d sleep with it on my pillow
Hoping to bring sweet dreams
Of the days we shared long ago
The fun days, holidays and time spent together
Fee...
Sunday 12th February 2017 10:37 pm
That Tennyson
“That fucking Tennyson.”
I caught myself muttering
as I walked along. “Yes,
that fucking Tennyson,
he can organise a sunset
and flake gold better than I can:
and Emily Dickinson,
with her yellow children
at the bars of a gate
closed by her sodding dominie in grey.
And Yeats! That fucking Yeats
wags an ageing tongue at creation
and leaves me ...
Sunday 12th February 2017 10:39 am
Self-Reliance
Sometimes, they smell awfully sweet,
but upon closer inspection,
angry stench of unborn life
swelters in the depths thereof.
O, capricious youth, you who
cavort with unassuming men;
beguiling with soft faces, and growths
that do not sustain you.
Oh, but you will use your gift
to tempt him; and when you are
brought back to a realization of
how close he comes to taking
what you wanted to...
Sunday 12th February 2017 7:47 am
Also by Randall Eckstein:
"Discordant Melody" and "Jazz" | Look Away | Stop! She Cried | Gyroscopes | Life Blood | Reply Requested |Byzantine
My love didn’t come from nowhere.
My father was a bastard, a sailor on the seas,
My mother just a peasant
Spent her life upon her knees.
The noblesse oblige:
The drinking and the drugs,
Was countered by Intelligence
And a tingling in the blood.
We were the late Romans
Much diminished and now, finally, gone.
For since the death-stroke of 1453,
When we he...
Sunday 12th February 2017 12:23 am
A Quick One While Annoyed
I sit in this room
starving rank and mad
and hate them.
The sound of consumption,
rattle and clang of dish and slop,
tending to the daily,
necessary talk of finance and politic,
the cat mewing for attention.
While I work to understand the
mysteries.
Yet I love them,
Long night soliloquies
mild walks and rides
summer city at midnight
enduring the ages...
Saturday 11th February 2017 5:23 pm
Random
If you believe you can achieve, you'll never grieve the things that leaves, for we are leaves in the blowing heaves, of hurricanes they deceive, but we will always believe.
Friday 10th February 2017 8:25 pm
Also by Elle And-Ju:
Letting you go. |Once Upon
Heartache from those we love
Seems like the score of life
Once your held, safe and warm, protected
You yearn for that, seek it
Those who never felt that way
Don't know what the are seeking
Too long you've seeked for it
Too far you've gone and found no one
Somewhere in the deep a voice speaks
To love and be loved is all you need
Must your ignore it now
When you're ...
Friday 10th February 2017 6:06 pm
Three times
I will start
and I will finish
by the end.
On three times
you said goodbye
in three different bars
where I can´t go back.
It was hard
to recognize
your bad role
of the movie.
It was fucked up
be next to a woman
you didn´t want.
Three days
to show me
your empty chest,
to shoot
the last verb.
But you did it.
Your words
...
Friday 10th February 2017 7:11 am
Also by Lau Demi:
Radical feminism | Wind labyrinths |Alessandro Nivola 1602 (02/09/2017)
do you remember when we indulged those cliches? laying cheek to cheek on the floor, our feet pointing to opposite ends of the room, sharing our favorite songs with one another?
that feeling was my first high on being complete,
and ive been chasing it ever since.
and i don't think you even remember me.
Thursday 9th February 2017 11:40 pm
Lift
Those who condemn a lie
pave the sodden ground-
Those who stand their ground
hold up the lowering sky.
words and foto Tommy carroll
Thursday 9th February 2017 7:52 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
She Pushed | Scales | Before the after | How to tell a joke -Advice given to a Lady- | Scales |You and me
You and me
-kishore karunik
Dazzling fog at dawn
Thou came with a sweet variety
Abnormal in luxuries dream
Where death our daily companion
Frets vivacity in lifeless there
Yet there the struggle for survival
It is you and me!
Thursday 9th February 2017 5:23 pm
Also by kishore karunik:
Condemn | Condemn (part-1 ) | Beauty abloom | Peace |Were It Not For My Name
Who would I be, were it not for my name,
But a wave upon life's endless shore,
Just a soul passing by for one round of the game,
A fool could not ask for much more
A moment in time is all we may see
In the bodies with which we unite,
So while you are here, be happy, be free,
And know that it will be alright
Thursday 9th February 2017 10:32 am
Also by Eric Berard:
The Beast |Books
I felt it--
like books--
just a couple,
maybe three--
falling off of a shelf inside of you.
My eyes were closed,
my whole body was vibrating from you
and I felt the contours of your face in the darkness.
My hand has a memory that remembers
the softness of your skin
the strong bones underneath
the warmth of your face
the muscle contraction of contentedness an...
Thursday 9th February 2017 3:49 am
When the Tables are Turned
Starting a probing search
causes an awkward situation
leading to unnecessary concern
of reasons behind questions.
Wednesday 8th February 2017 2:35 pm
Improv
Soullessly starring into the air
As her body laid lifeless
All this time the Stifled screams
Shut away to keep them at bay,
Any chance to show remorse
Shut down and accused of lies.
If I could tell you one last thing
I love you would be the words to say,
Now I can't see you again
I see the truth that was buried within
I can't help but blame a part of me
As ...
Wednesday 8th February 2017 10:19 am
Also by Incognita:
Vivendi insufficiens | Aokigahara |Internalizing
Pushing your thoughts aside,
Doesn’t fix the problem.
You're falling apart inside,
And not dealing with the causes.
You don’t have to open up,
Not if you don’t want to.
i think you're going to erupt,
With the division inside you.
There is much hurt,
And pain in your life.
You're as broken as your heart,
With all this strife.
Wednesday 8th February 2017 2:11 am
Also by LeeJ Waters:
Reality Cycle |Hope for another shot at life
Shot after shot,
you miss your own heart.
Trying to end it all,
just because of one missed call.
Your life is worth so much more,
it's not worth giving up because of that stupid old bore.
Don't you know,
he is a man-whore,
he is not someone you should adore.
Open your eyes,
and look around,
you'll miss the fun,
and I'll miss your beauty.
When everything is done,
you'll be praised lik...
Tuesday 7th February 2017 10:03 pm
That Feeling Pt 2
It didn't happen quickly,
The fall.
Honestly, I didn't realize it was happening at all.
A few encounters here and there turned to seeing him every day
Turned to waking up to sleepy smiles and stolen kisses
And now I wouldn't want it any other way.
As time passes it gets harder and harder to rememeber how I felt before I met him.
It is harder each day to remember who I was then...
Tuesday 7th February 2017 8:05 pm
Poetry at Aldeburgh
Like Poseidon with a chip fork
He's washed up (at Aldeburgh town)
No vinegar - he's bitter enough
Know-all coward in his dressing gown
Found a cheap place to put his big fat head
Jukebox blaring every night
Full English each & every morning
Will surely be served right
Sea sky see 50 shades grey
Just like his sex life there
Aging man in old village
Remaini...
Tuesday 7th February 2017 4:01 pm
And I propose Today !
When I think of you , I blush
I humm and sing out some sentimental mush
The very thought of you makes me smile ;
Like you had been close to me all this while .
Those 3 magical words when you say
Fills me with happiness , makes my day
Feels like sinking in those beautiful eyes
You are my angel ; a blessing in disguise
My mousey has a cute little nose ;
I hope and pray ...
Tuesday 7th February 2017 3:49 pm
On Women:
“Welcome to Man Mart!
Low, low prices every day!
Be sure to check out our discount shelf!
We have a special on used Matts!”
“Hi. I'd like to return this Matt.
He just didn't live up to my expectations.”
“Do you have the receipt?”
“No.”
“Then all we can offer you is a gift card.
Though you also have the option
of exchanging him for someone
of equal or lesser value.
There's a sale righ...
Monday 6th February 2017 6:52 pm
Also by mpilting:
no title |The walls are slow in their staggared breath,
filling up the space in which I stand silent.
A pin drops, and I do not hear it.
A floorboard seems to creak, but there is no sound.
All I sense are these walls, inconstant as the moon which varies so often in her cirled orb.
Monday 6th February 2017 5:00 pm
behind murderers
Psychopath, murderers... You ask about them. You all want to know. Why so much interest? Looking for solution? It's to hide your monsters. A cave for you, evil. It makes you feel better, that someone's worse than you. To forget what you are, ease your fear; you're sinful. To forgive what you did, a cage for your evil.
Monday 6th February 2017 4:39 pm
Cement
Let go, and breath, for your heart can start to rest easily, you no longer have to wonder and fantasize, where the love lies. Dreams are untouchable, fantasies break. Your mind will no longer tire endlessly. Sleep will resume, and your memories will slowly fade, they will be always be there but in bits and pieces , emotions will no longer exist . Your heart will no longer break, but merely urge th...
Monday 6th February 2017 3:32 pm
Goodwill & The Mountain
The Top
Milky Way lights to tell me the city has passed
Urban drumbeats, overflowing mind now miscast
One sided & demanding cold & unforgiving
Any mountain seduces with disbelieving
The Middle
Mountains & hardship always encourage humanity
Commeradery, unselfishly giving with mental impunity
A counterattack on what's unimportant, what's hollow
A way to g...
Monday 6th February 2017 6:22 am
Worlds Apart (v3)
The real world is different for those born within strife,
if they are lucky they may grow to become husband or wife,
but for many, boy soldiers is what they were forced to become,
only eleven years old, yet their burden is to be carrying a gun.
How many live long enough to know that there are other ways,
within another country they wouldn't have been made military slaves.
Ar...
Sunday 5th February 2017 3:16 am
Also by Dave Dunn:
The Path Of White Blossom |The Sun, too, Shone
A line of windows and walls
the icons of old endings
and new beginnings.
Scary art.
Fragments of the divine,
mosaic memories
basking in polyester
doused with sparkling water,
a new wives' tale,
in a city of some square million.
The dust caked on a door's head-pane,
there the ray hits
the nail, the set-jaw of the afternoon
as I buried that light in claret,
...
Saturday 4th February 2017 9:10 pm
Am I broken
Do my insides need repair
Cause the constant sound of screeching
tearing
Ringing in my ears
As I smile and laugh but no one else
Seems to hear
Am I broken
Saturday 4th February 2017 7:07 pm
Also by Laura Holt:
(untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) |Tattooed Bride
This is a reading of a new poem of mine called Tattooed Bride. There is also a video of this available on You Tube at:
Saturday 4th February 2017 12:38 pm
A Call To Peace
Let's unite in peace and make a plan:
a wily plan of mutual respect
to counteract the hatred in this man.
Let's do everything he won't expect!
We won't let goads and bigotry divide us
- let's evoke what World War II has taught us.
Don't let's patronise - let women guide us
when he slights our mothers, sisters, daughters.
And when he flays the vulnerable with derision
let's answer bac...
Friday 3rd February 2017 3:36 pm
Liberty
Liberty!
take me and let me be bewitched
by your whirling beauty
let me vibrate in your impassioned pulse
and hover on the edge of
heaven and hell
Liberty!
cut of the borders
bring me to a world without divisions
a place where day and night are one
a molten mass
flowing into the flesh under my skin
and out again —
Thursday 2nd February 2017 10:14 pm
Some poems seem to stay topical
Some poems seem to stay topical, even when you'd prefer they didn't. This is one of them.
Abdullah
Omar is a fighter,
Arifa is a nurse
And Abdullah?
Abdullah is twelve
Omar is dangerous.
Arifa is a healer
And Abdullah?
Abdullah is twelve
Omar kills hostages
Arifa tends the wounded
And Abdullah?
Abdullah is twelve
Omar’s full of hat...
Thursday 2nd February 2017 10:39 am
mood of the artist
art from the heart
the beauty of landscape
laid bare
to see
revealing fear
shed the bones
of mind
and the flesh of magic heals
comedy of terror steals
the embrace of
silent noise
swimming in colour
we pluck
from the tree of other
hands moving in time
to the song of whim
and transpires manifest
giving birth to origin
of now
and the...
Thursday 2nd February 2017 8:57 am
A Coward Lioness
They laughed she saw.
They teased she saw.
They tricked she saw.
She never did a thing to speak.
If she could show herself
Her thoughts could make
Explosion in an ocean.
They thought she was fool, she knew she was cool.
They thought she was weekling and she stored all her feelings.
They thought she was dumb, she knew she won't crumb.
If they knew what she was
...Wednesday 1st February 2017 12:43 pm
This time there was snot.
I am blessed with loving family and friends,
Who've given me things like memories and teddy bears.
They've also given things to be enjoyed for a time,
Like pretty flowers and chocolates divine....
But none of them have ever given me that which my dog did,
A dead rat and a coughing fit.
She dropped the prize at my feet, I bent down to study it,
And she licked my face, oh s...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 5:23 am
Help
Help
Charity Kosta
With every step and breath she takes,
They are always there to tear her down,
And so, with ever step and breath, her heart breaks.
Never will they stop themselves from making her drown.
With every passing day,
With more and more demands
They slowly carve a piece of her strength away.
Never will they stay their hands,
For she is nothing more than a t...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 2:35 am
Ripples
Place a little pebble in your hand.
Throw it in a pond and watch it land.
Then watch the ripples slowly form.
Small waves of water, nature born.
To the water's edge the ripples flow.
Until they find there's no place to go.
A ripple effect from one small stone.
Not only in water is this effect known.
It happens too beyond pond and lake.
A broken heart can lead others to ache.
Flowing ...
Wednesday 1st February 2017 12:45 am
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