moon is shining bright as day
back behind the conifers
sap scented creosoted fence
splintered excitement tingles
to be alone
she shows me hers
and I show mine
thumb hooked market stall cheapness
with cute cartoons stretch
we crane necks to inspect
the unexpected
as clothes rise and fall
her face the size of the sun
our den becomes the world
Tuesday 31st March 2015 8:41 pm
Also by jeremy young:
suffer little chldren | To Tenby | Triangular Trade | Trombone Voluntary | Still in Motion | Third Party | Fishing a' Dusk | White Field Green Sheep | echo | . | Circus School |Eternity
For all the world He came to die - a man despised and scorned
Born to show us what to do - and how we now are warned
That life is short, and death is near, we'll never know the day
When suddenly we'll shed our cares - our frame will soon decay!
The time we have is precious -a meagre span of years
It passes by so swiftly, and then we'll know the fears
Of what He said - of what we'...
Tuesday 31st March 2015 2:39 pm
Left Behind
Tuesday 31st March 2015 1:36 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
long light (03/29/2015) | Eye-Toothed (03/26/2015) | Holly Buddy 2213 | keanu Reeves 0926 (3/24/15) | autumn division notes | doctorate (3/14/15) | Men of Sand (3/12/15) | Paint Thinner (03/07/2015) | Featherweight (03/04/2015) | Ray Charles 0553 (02/28/2015) |THIS GALLIPOLI
THIS GALLIPOLI
I dreamt last night,
Of cool grass between my toes,
Tender breeze playing upon my naked, clean, fresh body.
I breathed deeply and I smelt the familiar musk of her,
Mixed with the vague aroma of perfumed hair.
I felt gentle breath upon my neck,
Caress of soft skin upon my own.
I felt peace.
But dreams are short,
Sleep a too rare luxury,
Sounds of...
Tuesday 31st March 2015 11:30 am
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:
Breasts Gone Wrong | Giving In | Lady Spodden | R.A.M. |Ol' Stagger Lee
Stagger Lee!
He was a bad, bad man,
That Stagger Lee!
Gamblin' man, known
By the ol' river boat,
But he's not known for
His way with the ladies.
He's that bad man
Who pulled his gun and shot a man!
Stagger Lee,
He was a bad, bad man!
A bad, bad man,
That Stagger Lee!
One night, he and Billy Lyons
Were sittin' at the table
Playin' for some change,
And, you know, Stagger
'Bout...
Tuesday 31st March 2015 4:08 am
Also by wrestledwithjimmy:
I've Lost My Mind | The Day In the Sun | Rose | Today |The way to learn fuckall
You must
(said the wise)
forget the past.
So I took their advice
and continued
making the same old mistakes.
_________________________________
© Stef Wilde 2015
Monday 30th March 2015 8:32 pm
Bed
I wake sometimes and reach out to touch you,
forget, in sleep, I'm all alone in bed.
I'm left to take pleasure from all this space,
this cool expanse of uncreased sheet instead
If we had not parted as enemies,
if your fear had not driven me away,
would you still be lying here, I wonder,
waiting for my touch to give you the ok?
I dream of your warm body sometimes,
I marv...
Monday 30th March 2015 8:04 pm
I Wanna
I wanna be ballsy.
I wanna be crass.
I want all of myself
to be through see
through glass.
I wanna be gutsy.
I wanna be brave.
I want all of my life
to be lived, not
depraved.
I wanna be honest.
I wanna be true.
I want all my mistakes
to be out there
for you.
I wanna be ugly.
I wanna be real.
I want to show scars
so you know that
...Monday 30th March 2015 4:57 pm
In The Shadow of Your Smile
I live in the shadow of your smile
And I like the way it lights your eyes;
I like your style
My senses stir with the fragrance of your soul
And I like the way it lingers
So I’ll linger too, for a while
My heartbeat races when we touch
And I like your warmth; the way you feel
I like your smile
You way you talk is like a song
That plays easy on my ears
...Monday 30th March 2015 4:24 pm
Also by Steve Higgins:
Another Grumpy Sunday | I'd Dream About Love ,If I Could. |For old John Bull`s tombstone
Here moulds the body of old John Bull
Who relished his love - life to the full.
His unworried love-trysts all fullfilled,
Securely condomed, coiled, and pilled.
Unaware that hereditary interfering
would lead to ethinical disappearing,
Until-waking up and looking round -
only strange foreign -features found,
That the ancient Britain he had known
Had somehow disappeared and f...
Monday 30th March 2015 12:36 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:
Rose | Precipice |How I Want You
How I want you
The way I like you
Ready and willing
Dressed in lingerie
With a kinky appeal
How I want you
The way you like to
Pleasing us integrity
Showing your ability
That kinky appeal
How I want you
Lingerie and body to flow
Lips to travel down low
Tasting sex appeal
Wanting ...
Sunday 29th March 2015 11:23 pm
Also by UInk :
Love Anagram |Dreaming
Sunday 29th March 2015 10:09 pm
Also by Clive:
Regret | Undecided | Lost | Problem Solving | I Was Young | Whisper | Impatient | I was Young |Lifting The Lid
Lifting The Lid.
dreaming
of Oberon and Titania
on this warm midsummer night
in the empty house
the attic was full of rats
and ablaze with light
stepping carefully
around the marbles
scattered across the floor
on the table
a pack of cards
with jokers and aces missing
a bowl of nuts
a plate of crackers
a drawer of loose screws
the rocking chair
stilled
by sawing off it...
Sunday 29th March 2015 8:35 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Dockery Plantation Blues | Menage A Trois | Wide Is The Gate And Broad Is The Road | Nocnitsa | Dexteram Patris |Take Away Love
Your hunger was clear
It was the line of
Your delivery, I feared
Your eyes scanned
And selected one
From a menu
Of one hundred and one
Your need was too much
To make it home
Entering a doorway
You exposed
Wrapping ripped
And pushed roughly back
Just showing enough
For you to attack
Finger shoved in
For a sample taste
Of the pleasure
That lay in wait
You dirty ba...
Sunday 29th March 2015 8:16 pm
Salvage the Unsalvageable
To salvage the unsalvageable, you must first believe you can
For it's something that will deteriorate beneath a trembling hand.
You must fight, lie, cheat, steal, plead for a second chance
But you must also know that the first is undoubtedly your last glance.
You can clutch and grab all that you can but come the beginning of the night,
What you say will be okay will never be alright...
Sunday 29th March 2015 6:11 pm
Dream
Dream: Aren't we all just searching, For that one look, love, touch, a brush with lust, That we only hope lasts, soon enough it's the past, And I'm wondering how I got past, This far, looking so hard trying to find you but you're never there, Not even sure what you look like I've never seen you, I just dream of you, that look, that touch, that one brush with lust That won't last
Sunday 29th March 2015 5:36 pm
Also by Nick Michaelian:
Where | Book Cover | Rise | Look | Her | Old | Intelligent Fool | Mind | All | Forgot |If Only
If only they could see your beauty,
If only they could see your worth,
If only they could understand that,
South Carolina is the loveliest state on Earth.
If only they could appreciate you,
And everything you will ever do,
From giving them a home forever,
Or even just a helping hand or two.
There is not one thing I would do to change you,
Or alter you in any ...
Sunday 29th March 2015 6:18 am
Also by Hayle Thomas:
An unexpected visitor | A Glimpse |He Inhales
He inhales,
Yet again he finds himself feeling six feet under,
covered by life bearing soil
The life in which he ponders how he missed.
He inhales,
This time,
His sorrow and self loathing are lifted away
Into the clouds
This is where they remain
For a time that seems ever too short.
He inhales,
Hoping to never return
To his sad reality.
He can't escape.
...
Sunday 29th March 2015 12:09 am
Also by Michael Napoli:
Living With the Opposite |You Turned the Corner
You Turned the Corner
You
Turned the corner,
Broke the cord
Put 150 bodies on the floor
Now each depressive
Will be asked and put through the mill
I wonder if Jane or Paul could
Well you know....
You turned
The corner...
And placed your hands calmly on the control
Keys
And now I fear it will spiral...
And your actions will hurt ..
Yo...
Saturday 28th March 2015 8:09 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
I saw tiny droplets of light | All of us | Nothing to say .... | Harry Cliffe | Slapping Christ’s face | Our Seabed |eclipsed
And in her arms a baby
bright as a daffodil.
Rays of light
emanate
from this child.
He remembers a game -
“do you like butter?”
and thinks he sees
a golden glow reflected
on his young wife’s throat…
Pollen-headed
the baby has
a smile that gleams
audacious as the sun!
Holdmefeedmeloveme
undeniable demands
as a full breast is nuzzled
...
Saturday 28th March 2015 3:01 pm
WHO KNOWS?
The terrible air crash tragedy in the French Alps was a salutary reminder of the fragility of the human
mind and the catastrophic effects on others that it can inflict it undetected, untreated and out of
(self) control.
.................................................................
Who knows what filled that pilot's mind
So high in Earth's bright air
Or if he even sought to fi...
Saturday 28th March 2015 1:09 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
TREES - a re-post to welcome Spring |In the calm of darkness
I find great peace
The whirring of my head begins to cease
For in my everyday
I so struggle with just being me
Speaking my wants doesn’t come easily
There is conflict
In every decision I make
Trying to act for everyone’s sake
Often I forget myself
In that moment I’m not important
As old beliefs still h...
Friday 27th March 2015 10:04 pm
Also by kaluw:
(untitled) |The Hollow World
All that you invest is what may be won
it's just an echo coming back
and yet we hang in helpless wait
the hollow world rings on and on
Who can answer what you do not ask
low odds of someone calling out
just at the moment you need them to
the hollow world rings on and on
Those pretty faces, so carefully curated
those galleries of happinesses waiting
changeless irrespective of your fee...
Friday 27th March 2015 4:21 pm
Also by Tom:
The Jagged Edge of Love | I'm Not Here | Human |De-come-possed
stark organic matter
excreting tastes of life
tied to a cycle
destined to a path
seen by none
the rules of competition
forever consumed by the glory
light to light
de come possed
Thursday 26th March 2015 4:47 pm
Also by Cierra Breeze Potts:
Snow Flake | kid | MADDDNESSSSS | luv |I need a holiday.
I need a holiday of sorts,
See, recently I've been stuck in court,
Persecuted by my own thoughts,
Where I must justify my existence?
With evidence of my resistance?
You see I've been put on trial-
By demons so vile,
And I need a break... Just for a little while,
Listen I need a mental holiday,
A conversation to take me away,
A defence to keep the demons at bay,
But as the accused,
C...
Thursday 26th March 2015 2:17 pm
Also by Sharlie:
Has God Gone Crazy? | Action Man | I'm Dead Inside | Ice People |Tiempo de reaparición para el merecido
On the wall of silence
Came cracks of air
Came holes of light
Came smashes fire
Fire on fire on fire
Fire burning glaring sight
Fire fueling damaged sight
On the crushed bricks of silence
Came rocky steps of mist
Came bridges of height
Came Mountains behind
Comeback for the deseved
Wednesday 25th March 2015 8:16 pm
Stain
I appreciate a compliment as much as the next person.
Perhaps even more than the average person,
maybe two average people on an average.
Praise makes me sing, blush in pleasured tones
warming my neck, tingling my toes.
Appreciation is good, it isn't greed
to crave encouragement and to know
someone likes you the way you are
Today.
Not yesterday, not when the morning break...
Wednesday 25th March 2015 1:55 pm
Departure
Departure
My heart plays a sad symphony
With every note is a blade that cuts deeper and deeper,
Gasping for air and holding back tears
Every breath feels closer and closer to the last,
So I place my hands over heart
And stop conducting for the moment,
Running to you in our final hour
Embracing all that we'll ever be,
With one last kiss
My lips gives you all the secrets of the heart,
O...
Wednesday 25th March 2015 5:48 am
Also by Smash Lee:
Orbit | Seasons |Thinking About Talking in Bed
We have finally settled for the night
Sleep last on the list
The wait is on to find words succinct but sweet
That will settle and soothe us to sleep
A significant silence stretches out before us
It seems to go on for an eternity
I wait, revelling in its poignancy
Not willing for false sentiment
I’ll wait for words that ring true
Finally the wait seems...
Tuesday 24th March 2015 10:03 pm
CLARKSONITE
I‘m called a Clarksonite
I know – I’ve read it on a blog;
So it must be right
You too can read it on the blog;
But why on earth should I moan
If every Darby and Joan
Agrees with me that I’m shite?
I’m called a Clarksonite
For my drivel and my tack
Yes, a Clarksonite
(But then only behind my back)
“So who on earth is it, pray?”
“I couldn’t possibly say”
...Tuesday 24th March 2015 9:53 pm
Also by John Coopey:
20 YEARS FROM NOW | HAPPY TOGETHER | RING OF FIRE | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |My Melanin Pleasures
My strength resides within in. The arching of my lips will make you cease at utter bliss. Please do not be alarm, for when I speak- I sing a sweet song. Bushing on my melodies. Trust God - my heart beats times three. Divine right or is it the Goddess within. Call me the AFRO-QUEEN or that SISTAR over. Yes i feel free with my bouncy curly hair. My beat my drums for I make my own rhythm. Confine in ...
Tuesday 24th March 2015 4:06 pm
We are not who we are
Out those blue eyes
Out the yellow skies
Out the colours of our love
Of whom we’ve become
We never needed them
But in we went
In we discovered
We found what we hated
In we dated
In we believed
-In we lied
In we laughed – we went high
Above all, in we lost ourselves
We lived in pride
We cried in power
A thought of being better
More than the ...
Monday 23rd March 2015 8:11 pm
F.U.C.K.
Forging of firmness in frail frigate
Unision is unlikely to happen
Cranky & cruel words spew at will
Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette
Monday 23rd March 2015 2:51 am
Also by Maurice Greening:
Untitled | Thursday |digital appreciation 101
Fourteen billion ears and not a pair to listen Fourteen billion eyes Ignore the running captions Seven billion tongues Wag 24/7 on worldwide web Still, bosoms burn and burst Ne'er a lack of words to display Keyboard fingers clenching: Cacophonous asphyxiation.
_____________________wsd_________ ✴The Wimpole Street Devils✴ words, words, words, you'd get sick of words from them...
Sunday 22nd March 2015 11:21 pm
Also by Wimpole Street Devils:
digital effrontery |Threat
You welcome me into your space
built with careful love
gentle on wounds;
A refuge in the damaged world.
I do not need this shelter.
My credentials
are accepted everywhere.
My wounds
petty, self-inflicted things
accustomed to sympathy.
Be wairy of me.
I will claim this space
with my scent
vomit my shame
at your feet.
I want
legitimation
rejection
expiation
love.
Be war...
Sunday 22nd March 2015 10:09 pm
What is it like to have a broken mind? Part 2
become a now or never thing. I expected something to happen – maybe the sky would split in two and all the answers would fall upon my head. Maybe someone would listen – maybe now, after all this Therapy I could actually START. I had not been talking about what really mattered, I realised. Maybe this would be the beginning of it that I had been looking for. My last session was with the young woman ...
Sunday 22nd March 2015 6:24 pm
Also by Jane Burn:
What is it like to have a broken mind? |Maths V English
There's the numbers one to ten
and many equations then
poetically.
Literally
there is only nought to nine
and infinite stories and rhyme
of how there is only them.
Saturday 21st March 2015 11:03 pm
Also by CathyLCrabb:
Vase |Does life really begin on the bog
Does life really begin on the bog?
A working man's thesis
Beholding this small corner, of our universe from space
you'd be tempted into thinking, what a beautiful place.
shining in the darkness, blue, indigo, bright green,
an awe inspiring sight, precious few have seen,
clothed in vegetation enclosed by rolling seas.
Spinning in the blackened void, with Jupiter and Mars,
criss-cross...
Saturday 21st March 2015 3:22 pm
World Poetry Day
Had I known much earlier than I have , It would most surely have been spent With more intention and purpose. Then again, there is always next year! __________________________________ Resolved during the 30th UNESCO session to proclaim March 21 as World Poetry Day.
Saturday 21st March 2015 1:54 pm
Also by arquious stotious:
your very own non-imaginary life | one saint patrick's day |Faces From Far Away Places
Created CSU 2007
Come, take a trip with me
Together on an enlightening journey.
Around the world and across the sea,
We'll seek new faces from faraway places.
Utilizing our time awhile
Discovering ways our new friends
may be speaking to us.
Through a dance, a wave, a gesture or smile.
Similar interests and experiences
bridging the gap, connecting our lives.
A world rich in colorfu...
Saturday 21st March 2015 5:00 am
just me
my heart screams with emotion
beatting a million miles a min
going numb with every spoken word
physicaling here mentally gone to the stars into another plane
my eyes filled with tears but honestly holding in my hearts greatest desires.
time to set the soul free to fly
free to try
free to become one with ones inner self
what do you see when you look at me
hopefully y...
Friday 20th March 2015 3:28 am
Following your steps...
Following your steps I've worn out my thoughts
forgetting and remembering you, forsaking and finding you,
letting you go and desiring you
and I digress in the mountain of my thoughts
Following your steps, I’ve punished my tears;
I look at you and my eyes dilate,
you ignore me, my heart erodes
attempting to give you love’s beauty
Following your steps, I have worn o...
Friday 20th March 2015 2:28 am
Also by Noris Roberts:
NORIS ROBERTS INTERVIEWS NORIS ROBERTS |Above The Skyline
“Above the Skyline”
A Short Story
By: Alysa Hatcher
“Goodnight mom, I love you” Misty Exclaims as you can hear her mother repeating the sentence, adding in,
“Don't you stay up late again, you've been late for school two days now!”
“Okay!” She barks back slamming and locking her door. She leans against it, reflecting on her thoughts for a split second. “It’s spring break, not that she would...
Thursday 19th March 2015 5:00 pm
Also by Aly Hatcher:
{Broken} | My Love | Bipolar Love |On the wrong heart
When a kid
I used to put
My boot
On the wrong foot
A grown up
I put trust
On the wrong heart!
Thursday 19th March 2015 3:28 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
Soft Money |THE FINAL OVER.
Build bridges,
make amends.
Division often
leaves remainders.
Ends aren’t
always ends.
Thursday 19th March 2015 7:21 am
The trials of life and love and the poems they inspire...
Thursday 19th March 2015 1:06 am
Sandstorm
Time
Is a funny
Old thing
Dripping in
Sand
And paint
Covering
All those
Involved
In pasty flakes
Of the forgotten
The badly
Remembered
The curses
The bruises
The hidden
Sunshine
And grating
Of a life
Half lived
Half remembered
Shaking its
Salt pot
In light fisted
Anguish
This dust
In which
We live
In which we
Inhabit
Is soon
Lost
Amongst the
Cobwebs
And ashes
Of ...
Wednesday 18th March 2015 3:18 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:
The Machine gun of Despair | (untitled) | Hamelin | Small World | Pointless |Laceration of Souls
Laceration of Souls
My eyes are cut,
Slashed with metal;-
A blade so sharp -
It could cut The Earth,
And then,
It does!
I look again,
Hoping the imagery will change
And there I see a familiar face,
Familiar feet walking
Bare and bloodied
On thorns with no shoes,
And I’m feeling his tears
With tears of my own.
His ...
Wednesday 18th March 2015 6:55 am
Somethings Wrong
When you have feelings , some things are not right .
. You act upon them . You don't let it drop, and you don't cover up . You act upon them .You must never loose sight , when you think things are not right . You act upon them . Sometimes you are wrong .and not always right. ,but never loose faith . Just act upon them . Go with your feelings , even though you are wrong . It shows you are bother...
Wednesday 18th March 2015 5:53 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
More Faces Than A Town Hall Clock | My Memories | Edith | Don't Blame Others | My life | EMPTINESS |Is this you?..Or is this me?
-the ramblings of another young girl-
written:3/16/15
My thoughts remind me of you
and how you were
on the night that you shattered my world,
Cold
Dark
and Shallow.
.L.m.P.
Tuesday 17th March 2015 7:21 pm
Also by .L.m.P.:
Heaven or Hell | In The End |The Gallipoli Fallen
The Gallipoli Fallen
From Perth to Auckland came the merry brave
Fighting for King and Empire and the motherland to save
The Anzac was led with zeal and might
Churchill's men prepared to fight the merry fight
To the Dardanelles the men were led ashore
To open a supply route to Russia, so ill-equipped and poor
Churchill's plan to obliterate the Ottomans from the war
...Tuesday 17th March 2015 4:29 am
shadow
Early morning light
Pushes itself
Grudgingly
Reluctantly
Through curtains
At first in streaks
Into the room
Casting shadows
On to walls
The mirror, lamps
The kettle, the table
Caught in silhouette
The T.V. always
On standby
Ever ready to burst into life
It’s red pin point light
Ever present in the bleak
Black darkness
Amongst
The land o...
Monday 16th March 2015 7:58 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
A boy for all seasons |Acceptance of a poem
Hi Guys;
I do have some more poems to share, but have spent the last week or so writing a poem for Andy N's Ghost Story II Napwrimo Project, which he has just advised me he has accepted
I've seen the two prologues on his blog (http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk) and this looks like it will be a great project.
More details about this can be seen here - http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/p/...
Monday 16th March 2015 12:46 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:
Looking back in Anger |The Whole Desolate Day, an anthology on addiction
I am very excited to announce that The Whole Desolate Day, an anthology of poetry on addiction, has been published! This has been a four year production that I am proud to say has met its completion. Thank you to all the authors, especially those from Write Out Loud, that took the time to compose and submit some of the most stunning words I've read in a long time. I sincerely admire each poets ...
Monday 16th March 2015 4:40 am
Exile - March Collage Poem
Three two one and the bullets are all gone.
Sunday 15th March 2015 10:32 am
Violation
Tell me – are you proud to be British?
I am quite sure I used to be
before we got this coalition
and such unfair society.
The word ‘disabled’ has been removed
from British Human Rights Act.
Silent deed against democracy,
a shocking, little known fact.
They’ve waged war on the vulnerable
in attempts to shrink the state.
The United Nations have stepped in
to inv...
Sunday 15th March 2015 9:23 am
The Valkyrie Taking Me Home
The horse gallops, The thunderous roar of it's hooves, they are here to collect the souls of dead men. Up to Valhalla they go, with their kin, into their ancestral God's Hall. As I lay on foreign land bleeding, I look up into the sky. I see a strong women in armour floating down towards me smiling, Her long red hair shining ever so bright in the sun. I see my mother taking me home.
Sunday 15th March 2015 9:02 am
Flavia
A cold decrepit heart
That was abandoned eons ago
Guilded with unspeakable torment
Gushes out thick blood again, yet unreserved.
The silhoutte of her long flowing dark hair
Unlocked my inner most guarded labyrinth
She effortlessly absolved my darkest sins,
with her smile alone.
With what authority does she command thee?
Unbeknowst to her own eyes she has captur...
Sunday 15th March 2015 5:08 am
Black and White Police Expectations
Black and White Police Expectations
We just ask for respect
not for being suspect.
Forget about statistic
start being realistic.
We ask for proportion
not for corporation.
We need to fight with words
no reason to use swords.
Certainly we are Black
like you are White,
but the world is not black and white.
A perspective quite troublesome.
Policeman you have be...
Saturday 14th March 2015 3:37 pm
The Rise and Fall of the Stronghold of Love
When others are in love
Things can go so well
yet at many other times
it seems as though they fell
Friday 13th March 2015 9:06 pm
Also by Narset Yves-Serge (Torc/Shiek):
Is It Truly? | Blue Iris | Trickle Towards Tomorrow |WORLD SLEEP DAY
In 2015 this day is on the 13th of March
Sleep is a special form of the existence
It gives strength to a daytime wakefulness.
A healthy person wakes up with a feeling of freshness.
A good sleep maintains physical and mental health.
And everyone knows that it’s the main wealth.
Minimal level of brain activity and reduced reaction
Brings your body after sleep to the normal action.
...
Friday 13th March 2015 5:30 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
Happy Spring! |WHAT'S AFOOT, OR PERHAPS, A'PAW
What’s a’foot, or perhaps, a’paw?
The doggy population just continues to grow.
One, two, three four legged ‘friends’, stretchy leads a’tangle.
Dogless people do beware, those sniffing noses approach, at the right angle.
Leaping up to a gent, aiming straight at the lap
For ladies wearing mini’s they don’t need a map
It all adds to humankind’s woes
Who’s in charge? When we see that al...
Friday 13th March 2015 11:18 am
The past should not be followed after, the future not desired. What is past is got rid of and the future has not come. But whoever has vision now here, now there, of a present thing, knowing that it is immovable, unshakable, let him cultivate it. Swelter at this task this very day.
Shakyamuni
Wednesday 11th March 2015 3:02 pm
TOOLS
TOOLS
This is a chisel of precise age unknown
With handle smoother than the skin
Of a child. I have sharpened the blade
By rubbing it on stone. Feel its bite.
This is a wood plane given to me
By an old man who had it
From his father. Their spirits guide
My hands. Feel its weight.
This is a machine I bought myself
Under its skin of shiny plastic
Is an...
Wednesday 11th March 2015 10:37 am
Grandma, You'll Always Be Here
Tuesday 10th March 2015 1:14 pm
Chasing The Sun
Footsteps forward on the cold concrete,
westward facing towards the golden mass.
The gleaming sky of orange, green, and blue
lit up the last of the day.
I chased the sun with all my might
it's going away I know that well,
from the east, dark clouds move upon,
and I am losing the race
As the last of the light fades,
I reach the endless ocean of
dark waves and the chill...
Tuesday 10th March 2015 6:36 am
Yearning To Be Different
Alone she thought of things
that would cause her heart to sing of a song
that would make her feel as though she belonged.
Alone she lulled herself to sleep,
While in her dreams she often would weep
and so all she could do is watch as the tears seeped from her
face
and to awake to the morning with them not having any trace.
Alone she would stare
at a wall as her mind would da...
Tuesday 10th March 2015 5:56 am
Also by Angelo H. Hudson:
Stranded | Overcome by My Darkness |Lick It
Girl you know how to lick it,
when all is said and done,
as its juices slide into your mouth
you lick your lips and say yum yum,
as you hold it tightly in your hand
you desire it more and more,
as you taste its sweetness
your excitement starts to soar.
Its coolness on your tongue,
sends a shiver down your spine,
as I watch you eating it
I start to wish that it was mine,
there’s somet...
Monday 9th March 2015 4:02 pm
breathing
We all breathe another's air.
We all follow another's stare.
T Carroll words and foto
Monday 9th March 2015 2:26 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Conflation (a work in progress) |And
And…
And love is where you find it not where you wish to grace.
In shadows, rain and blowing in the wind.
And faith is where you hide it, not where you choose to place.
In hearts and not the madness of the mind.
And future, past and now are found in the person one is now.
Not the person once we knew or used to be.
And religion isn’t found in books, in templ...
Sunday 8th March 2015 11:20 pm
Prologue 2 (Ghost Story II)
Cobbled together
the noise in the station
swept almost out of control
before the second shot
pulsed through the air,
translating footsteps
for broken screams
raking in chords
like pendulum drums
echoed across the ceiling
pulling together emotions
originally for some going home
or seeing loved ones
into blushed petals
trampled onto the floor
streaming through
stained glass
...
Sunday 8th March 2015 1:46 pm
The Oldies
Mature English Blonde lady
offers no rush massage.
Old postcards wanted
by private collector.
Continence care:
bed protection,
pads, briefs, accessories.
Wanted: Dinky toys, model trains.
Underwear by post.
Understanding attractive
Continental lady offers
memorable massage
to discerning gentlemen
in discreet Marylebone surroundings.
Accommod...
Sunday 8th March 2015 10:08 am
Another misery...
When did you become my misery
My reason to cry...
When did you become another chapter to erase
My liquidity inside...
You were my love for life...
Sunday 8th March 2015 6:09 am
Today
I'm not really sure why I am still seing this boy, but I would rather pretend that he loves me than be alone. What we have, well you can call it a fling. Friends with benefits. Just pleasure? But it is certainly not love. Or that's what I thought at first. Spending more time with this boy made me realize how great of a person he is. He's so dumb that he's smart. He doesn't know he's smart, nor do...
Friday 6th March 2015 9:11 pm
Broken Tools
Friday 6th March 2015 12:51 pm
Also by Jake Vincent Belmont:
Spaceless | Anji Droxaen |Untitled
there go those days
washed away just like we wish they'd be.
just like we feared they'd be.
washed away just like we prayed
washed away with ignorant youth and sick greed.
"were at the crest!" we'd shout in the forest, on drugs.
"this is the gut of truth!" we'd spit with yellow teeth and bellies full of our parents booze.
"oh wisdom! teachers of the past!" we wo...
Friday 6th March 2015 10:42 am
Also by Corr Lens:
Bad Cab, Bad Company. | In the Immortal Words of Bullshit- I Present to you... | When You Used to Love Me, I Loved Myself. | Mt. Washington Warzone | It Wasn't the Distraction, But the Bother | Whiskey to Gin, Where have You Been? | Im Gonna Go Until Im Not | A Typical Superstitious Bother | Mt. Washington Cave People | More Than A Tractor, Deeper Than the Cam |Remember the Day
Do you remember the day
that you promised me the world?
That day is so far gone,
but I can still see it
when I'm with you.
Do you remember the day
that you said you'd always love me?
That day is so far gone,
but I still hear those words
when I'm with you.
Do you rememer the day
that you put your arms around me
and swore you'd never let anyone hurt me?
That day is so far gone...
Friday 6th March 2015 2:40 am
Also by Alaina K:
Given Time |The Farty Party Manifesto
Hark hark here it comes!
I’ve got a solution for dwindling fuel,
I’m sourcing renewable energy.
I plan to campaign on flatulent change;
promoting emissions,
employing the parp,
exploiting my arse
for the nation.
Hark hark here it comes!
Sustainable bums are humming for heat,
producing renewable energy.
Think of the children and all of their kin.
...Thursday 5th March 2015 10:05 am
Needs and wants
Wednesday 4th March 2015 3:20 am
Also by giovannie:
It takes | stranger | just for you and i | just craziness | the best of me |Self Love
It’s been more than a while,
Where I haven’t had to fake this wonderful smile.
I can feel deep inside a beautiful light,
That I know is shining ever so bright.
I now know what I have to gain,
As happiness showers on me like thundering rain.
I see no reason to feel angry and blue,
Because I know this exciting feeling is true.
I feel it in me, it’s not to cover my emotions,
...Wednesday 4th March 2015 1:41 am
Also by Jojo:
The Days To Ponder | Trust | One not to mess with |Overcoming Fear
-Caught in vague phobias
of all future may present
Riddled with ambiguity
it might never represent
A fear of ensuing failure
logic gets to wear a veil
Inhibiting valid outcome
it otherwise would entail
Unless strange tried out
not known if be achieved
Nothing stays impossible
what’s earnestly believed
However much be darkest
...Monday 2nd March 2015 2:04 pm
The liberation
Trapped in a small cocoon,
Long have I been waiting
During many a moon
For this second coming.
I was wrapped up all warm
In a shroud of cotton
I was merely a worm,
In a land all forgotten,
A changeling, in this hold,
The cosiest of jails.
My wings were in a fold,
A mesh of tangled sails,
Hidden from all to see,
Colours of vibrant blue.
Now is the time for me
To arise and be true.
A...
Monday 2nd March 2015 11:27 am
Also by Marie-Anne:
RSVP |THE FAMILY - an Acrostic poem
There’s one word that everyone should know and treasure
Hold in reverence for life long companionship and pleasure
Even on the darkest days when pain and distress abound
Family is the one word that can bring a comforting sound
All can benefit if they simply recall their sister & brother
Maybe they are distant people they have yet to discover
In this world there is but o...
Sunday 1st March 2015 9:08 pm
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