Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985
The sadness of Sundays
persists
even amidst
the various
reds, yellows, browns and golds
of stormy autumn.
As I walk
I have in mind
the fragility of a veined
porcelain
hand.
So, who am I to resist
this child’s
every imperative?
Sunday 31st March 2019 10:14 pm
Also by John E Marks:
After Life | Letter to my daughter | Parking | Shelley | Thunderstorm | The Doors of Perception | Himalayan Greeks | Evil Twin clones | Snow white | April | VIVA YPG - Women's Protection Units | Haunted | Vernal Equinox | Dead Baby | Piper at the gates of dawn | Dreamtime | City of the Bee: 22 May 2017, 9:31 pm | L'Afrique | ACTOR | Held in memory.... | Roll Away the Stone | Tuesday 4th August 1914 | THE ÊZIDI GENOCIDE 2014 Mount Sinjar Iraq | The greatest gift | Sad-eyed lady | Spending Time | Ripple | Treatment | Love the one you're with | CHEMOTHERAPY | All that love can do | 17.4 million | Wolf children | Forget-Me-Not | Blues | Down the pub | Soldier of fortune | Kassia | The kalash | see that my grave is kept clean | Wild | Tin Drum | The valley | As you please | Knife crime | Continue to be kind | Good Evening | Council House Kid | Thelema |THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for Spring
Peeping from beneath the tree,
The lemon primrose spoke to me.
Winter's done, I heard it say,
Warmer days are on the way.
Mother Nature waits on me
(The "First Rose" is my name you see)
While other flowers stay in bed
I welcome spring and show my head.
Then, with the golden daffodil,
I gild the countryside until
In turn, the other blooms appear,
Assured ...
Sunday 31st March 2019 6:45 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
WHY? On the eve of March 29th 2019 | DESPERATE | TROUBLE | RELIGION TAKING FLIGHT | BETTER | WHAT IS...? (with a slight nod to W.H. Davies) | CHARGE! | LADIES - YOU'RE HAVING A LAUGH | THE RACING STABLE | HERO AND COWARD |Still more
Love that rules
Sunday,31st March 2019
Love mushrooms
and blossoms
from the pure heart
it is humanitarian art
not wish alone
and not from the devastating cyclone
it is from the inner call
after breaking the wall
love that rules
and hate that lulls
we are full of love
and sincerely believe
expect nothing
share your feelings
spread ...
Sunday 31st March 2019 5:49 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:
Love that rules | Rude behavior | In confusion | Lips invite | Good awaited day | Build a dream | Love vibrations | Love gesture | Live only once | Live only once | Fully in | Not a sin | We are peace lovers | Miss foreever | Not in haste | Own judge | With one shot | Feel real | Great opportunity | Where are you? | Goodbye and | Giant tree | Weary of life | Listen to the | The real faith | World poetry day | No denying fact | Give love to | Zoom in love | We are | We are messenger | Holi-the festival of lights | I am C. E. O. | Sink with | Sentry on guard | Withdraw | Bow my head | Poetry is a rare gift | No, you are out | Why do I write? | Listen to your own | Love and gesture | Only way as | Enough to be | Your words | Independence struggle | Feel right | Heart falls | Illusion since long | You damned it | Peace | Fire withtin | Let love grow | Chose honestly | Fully content | I praise | Life, not worth | Life not worth | Omni presence | With new beginning | Such is the definition | Peace-self first | No miser | Tolerance power and | O! lovely flower | Not powerless | To other world | I bow down to the motherland | Yes dear | Vaccum | Silence-own color | life in confusion | Cause in relation | The time may fill | Counsel at | Forget an animosity | Golden rays on earth | Being human here | Feel good | An appeal | The silence | Smile at lovers | No violence to |Lust
My brain fell for you in trying to save my existence.
I asked, you answered, and never did you wonder who I was.
I fell for you so damn hard, a wave of depression takes over, affecting my vision.
Now I'm starting to make irrational decisions.
How stupid and silly it is to be in love with someone I have never met.
A fantasy I put together, a distorted version of you I strung together...
Sunday 31st March 2019 5:07 pm
BOX OF CLOTHES
BOX OF CLOTHES
you'll be
history
one day
soon
what will your life
say about you
don't wanna be
boxes of clothes
dusty memories
hope to be
more than debris
watched two
women
come to
their end
all they left
was facebook
sad friends
helped husbands
pack
clothes and
photographs
thought to myself
must be more than that
want to be more
than a box to Goodwill
want to be more
...
Sunday 31st March 2019 3:39 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:
PRETEND I'M CARDI B | MOTHER EARTH | EVEN KEEL | MAGIC TO BE MADE | SHIFT | FEAR | LONE WOLF | WINDSWEPT FEATHERS | BACKPACK | NOSTALGIA |Spectrumdisorders
Sunday 31st March 2019 2:55 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
atthepoetryfactory | Evil | The Recent Future | contradiction victim | Polaris | Poetry on sale. | The Loss Leader | You Little American | The Next Assignment | Ex-Introverts |Nosy Nellie
"Ooo, can I see?" she asked with a grin
I had no choice but to let her in
I had opened the door a bit too wide
And she was able to peek inside.
What she saw was really nothing
But, she just had to make it something.
Her nosiness was quite well known
In the neighborhood and around the town.
Always snooping in a friendly way
"I've just come for a visit!" she would say
S...
Sunday 31st March 2019 1:30 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:
Writers Block | I, Capricorn | The Darkness of the Night | Words | Drowning (In Depression That is Not Mine) |Public Domain
A poem was supposed to
be in the public domain
but the domain
did not want it and refused it
out of hand
even other poems
refused to have
anything to do with it
it was ostracized
could not even make a
an anthology
so the poem sat forlorn
on a shelf in the corner
and never got married
or had children
just a hermit poem
with no human contact
li...
Sunday 31st March 2019 1:04 pm
Also by d.knape:
Wink & A Pass | Lost Socks | Taking A Walk | Semi-Colon | Ferlinghetti Street | Writes Of Spring | MoonLight | Green Pastures | Some Assembly Required | Mouse In the House | Song Effects | Cars | Once We Were Gods | Shoes | Sooner Or Later | Point Of No Return | WD-40 | Horseback | Frosted Flakes Are Never Falling | When The Cows Come Home | Football Is King | Endangered Poets | Adobes | Stop Signs | Blood Pressure | Rumors Of My Demise | Wounded Heart | New Book |Fleeting Emotions
Happiness is a fleeting emotion
and that’s how it should remain
for if we were eternally happy
how could we ever feel pain?
Sadness is a fleeting emotion
and that is how it should remain
for if we were eternally sad
joy would be hard to attain
Jealousy is a fleeting emotion
and that is how it should remain
for if we were eternally jealous
where would trus...
Sunday 31st March 2019 12:33 pm
Also by Jon Stainsby:
Early Morning Tenderness | Four thoughts | Word wanderer | Lexical longings | Hangman |An Unknown Garden
Long!
Long I laboured
through the seasons
through the years
working
on the plot:
delighting
as digging blistered my palms
and the soil grew fertile
as digging pained my back
and plants grew strong -
grew verdant
beside the deep dug pond
with its little stream
where I placed fish
an unplanned golden feast for a heron
and an otter
And as e...
Sunday 31st March 2019 11:38 am
Also by Chris Armstrong:
Broken | Cosmology 101 | Stranded High | Aubade |Someone To Watch Over Me
The future is dark,
our days are numbered,
there will be a last time for everything
given all things are finite
and the news the universe
is expanding eleven percent faster than expected
as if wishing to hasten it's own demise.
Look at everyone on this dark afternoon,
hunched over these little round tables
like mourners at a funeral
for our collective future,
the barmaid staring on th...
Sunday 31st March 2019 10:55 am
The Angel
Her eyes would never see the rainbow and the light..
But by her, my soul was to be ignited and benight ...
Her tiny hands that day clasped unsteadily with my own..
Touching mystically my core in ways I have never known..
An orphan who embraced the world as if it belonged to her..
What vision dare not achieve, her touch unveiled and gifted life to her.
Teaching her sounds and syllables, ...
Sunday 31st March 2019 10:40 am
Also by mona s:
Frozen time | Nostalgia | The unsaid | Paradise | My reflection | One day | Rainbow | Escape | Ocean | The haunted | Handcuff | Paralysed - A monorhyme | Right to write | Like me.. | Enchanting | Someday | Soul mates | Depression | The tracks | The far away | The farewell | Restless soul |Tomorrow's April 1 . Ring-a-ding-a-ding
Tomorrow's April 1 . Ring-a-ding-a-ding
Today it is the thirty first
Tomorrow is the first
The blogslide will be empty
Go WOLers, who'll be first?
They could be out to fool us
You kidding? Is this fact?
It could be someone outside?
My computer being hacked?
Let's wait and see, my WOLers
What April first will bring
Will it be truth, will it be lie?
...Sunday 31st March 2019 6:53 am
Also by Don Matthews:
British Democracy is Falling Apart | The Need For Approval | Damage Done Never Forgotten | Neural Pathway Mixup | Consumer Electronics Show in Las Vegas | Two Ton of Deadly Metal | C, Eb and G | Hmm... | Where? With Whom? With What? | WOL's Blogslide Causing Problems | The Age of of Entitlement | Vultures Circling | Good Onya | It's Shit Not Shite | This Rhyme Upsets the Rhymer – Understanding Bipolar Disorder | Adut Akech, Depression and Mental Heath | Sadly More Noteworthy | Please Flush | And the Earth Sighed... | How Do I Solve This Battle? | So What Do You Want me To Write About? | Harrods Escalator and The Girl with Torn Jeans | Australian Government. Tell Oil Companies GTFO Our Great Australian Bight | Our Thoughts and Prayers Are With You | Why Haven't We Been Invited To Our Neighbour's Sex Party? | I Am No Better Than You | Would They? | Cardinal Pell, Burn in Hell |Polite Kind
I hope you find I said to him
What you no longer search for
Some peace of mind,
An end to war
I hope that you find,
All this and more,
Along your road so bare.
He smiled and said
I hope you'll be
As honest with others
As you are with me.
I'll hope you'll fight
For what is wrong
And come into the light.
For I am perhaps a dreamer,
My head held in the clouds,
But his disease is ...
Sunday 31st March 2019 4:10 am
Also by Josie Harris:
What Beauty Wrought | Why I'm Angry | The Things We Don't Talk About |The Anti Shanty
Take yer shanties and shove em.
Take yer white foam flying.
Take yer fair winds blowing.
Take yer furrows following fucking freely.
And shove em.
Yer songs about masts and sails
and rolling, rollicking singing and fun in gail’s.
Phoney fallacious frigging fantasy folklore.
Unreal figures dancing and prancing.
Shove em.
The truth is filth and fury
lacking...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:17 pm
Also by mentalelf. Philk.:
Son | (untitled) | Tears | The bookshop | Absurd | Dublin 2000 | Your seven | Soul (less) | Chemo Pharmacopeia | Surfing the sky | Dance | Cancer | Days | Freedom of the mind. | Spring | The Anti Shanty 2016 | Vancouver 24 hour of love 1980 | Scream me a proverb | My Son my sun | Slice of heaven Sydney 1987 | Spring | Survival | New York 1979 | Mr Fate | Duality | Cancer | Heart on fire | Recruitment Office 1979 | Grandad 1930 | Shame |Always Blue
In the good garden of England
the sky is always blue, except
as rain begins to thunder down
and lightening must see you through
the good old garden of England
byways from orchard to meadow lead
each pretty one to their tryst, please-
no fence rear up where love should grow
And the heart of the garden of England
quite unable to say just how it feels
the mind of the old garden of...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:10 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
There And Then | Cosmic Cause | Tricycle | Chestnut balanced On The Highest Peak |A mother’s mask
My mum is so beautiful, the flowers are angered.
A picture of health, the doctors cowered.
Her voice so tuneful, birds shy away.
Her soul so perfect, to their dismay.
But look closer.
Her mask is coming away.
She can no longer hide it; from the world, her lover and from her daughter
My mum is so tired, but refuses to sleep just yet
So ill but won’t get h...
Saturday 30th March 2019 10:31 pm
Also by Laney:
Senses | Expectations |Video Games
She played
Lana Del Rey
as she turned
to watch me pack.
It played as we
looked away from
each other's
agreement.
I knew it was
her pretence,
a playing hurt,
a joint loss.
Her humming
accompaniment
was knowing that
I knew the words,
That I knew its
finger was pointing away
pointing away from us,
from us both.
My si...
Saturday 30th March 2019 8:45 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Excuse my hand (II) | "excuse my hand..." | Knock - Knock | Wipers in D minor | Mum | The Votive Offering | I never sleep when... |Wednesday, March 6, 2019 9:55 PM
You don't give a flying fuck–
It's admirable.
Really.
It is.
But this time,
You are wrapped in weakness,
enveloped in the unknown.
But this time,
You have no control,
and your sly jargon
is no match for your
raw exterior.
Its hands once were supple
and smelled of sweet lavender.
They are now brittle and cracking.
It will feel foreign...
Saturday 30th March 2019 7:42 pm
No Return
Humans have a place in Earth’s systems,
we’re designed to play a role in Earth’s cycles.
Original populations had everything to hand,
anything a human could ever want can be found on this planet.
Eden has been traded for technology,
integration with nature for science.
What’s driving this exodus?
What’s distancing us from Eden?
Economic growth drives gov...
Saturday 30th March 2019 6:28 pm
Also by Rich:
Escaping Authority | Nab Me a Seat | Stone |Slag Ag+(aq) (03/30/2019)
I'm at that age now
where the people I watched wed
are filling for divorce.
it bores a hole, similarly gauged
to commune with gravity
clutching spaces, knuckles' wide
between pauses:
breathless moments of wherewithal
sentiment and statement, emptied
poorly lit podiums, stood up to greet a moonless night.
from deep within newly parched lips they ask :
"what do we do now?"
Never a ...
Saturday 30th March 2019 3:37 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
wishbone (today last year) | Crowbar 5 (03/08/2019) | Faux saga 1 (03/05/2019) |Battles and Wars
Recall, when you feel the option is "Force,"
Whilst fists might win battles,
It takes brains to win wars.
Saturday 30th March 2019 12:23 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:
Old Man At The Bar | As You Walk The Road | Redemption | A Stone For The Miller | Hammers and Forges | Dive In | Vexillology | Take Your Place With Good Grace | Elected Inchworm | Sit Down My Friend | Fairytales | Poetic Dissection |DECONSTRUCTED SUBTERRANEAN SOUFFLE
I was fourteen years old when I heard on the radio that
‘Johnny was in the basement, mixing up the medicine’.
The recipe for whatever this revolutionary potion was,
must exist somewhere, so I made it my business to find out.
Various listening’s divulged snippets of information which,
over a period of several weeks, I was able
to decipher, comparing notes with fellow dis...
Saturday 30th March 2019 11:17 am
Also by trevor homer:
WORK IN PROGRESS.......... | IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE | I DREAM IN POETRY |spiritual writing
words you grant me
Let me breathe let me be calm..take away my dept and set me free
Let me be me
Let me fly And bring others to the air with me
Set us free Let me laugh Bring back my giggles So i can make others laugh too
Bring laughter Grant me health so I can heal I am a healer let me heal
Forgive and allow me to forgive others and encourage peace
We all need peace
I'm aw...
Saturday 30th March 2019 10:20 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:
spiritual writing |Endnote
She smiled and said hello
Hello , her eyes said shinning , her voice peaceful
Peaceful she was as she spoke
She spoke of a better place
A better place filled with harmony
A harmony sans melody there
She wanted to go there .She was ready to go
To a place not on pictures we hung
She hung to dear life onto every word I spoke
She spoke. I listened but did not he...
Saturday 30th March 2019 3:56 am
High school memories(emulation of Langston Hughes, dreams deferred)
What happens to a high school memory?
Is it revisited down memory lane and treasured in our hearts forever
Or is it discarded like a trash bag filled with mold and maggots
Does it become a haunting nightmare filled with ghosts
Or a sweet dream full of bliss
Will it always be permanent and meaningful like a tattoo
Or temporary like life itself
Maybe it just weighs on ...
Saturday 30th March 2019 3:50 am
Revolving door to nowhere
Revolver
rRevolve
erRevolv
verRevol
lverRevo
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volverRe
evolverR
Revolver
Saturday 30th March 2019 2:42 am
Also by Kealan Coady:
Orbitter | The Gift | To Be Read Sub-consciously | lockedopen | M W |Letter For A Firefly 3
I've never tried much
But I think I'd like to try with you
Let's give an Applause to
The cringey little monkeys on the street
I've never really loved anyone
Until I met a glowing fly in the darkness
I don't think I can live without you now
You're cooler than I thought you was
My chest is caving in my with my palms sweaty
I've never been this nervous to hold a hand
Goddamn your sweet...
Saturday 30th March 2019 2:12 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
Mommy | 13 | Queuing For Love | The Oath I Made | A Underlining Hatred | Choke | High (Lyrics) | A Lonely Memory | Southern Belle | The Black Annis | Pink Sundays | Relapsing, Pure Misery | Words of The Waiting Man 28 | Falling Into Pieces | Dreaming of Firefly | Memento Mori | The Old Ones | Unreleased Poem | A Letter To Firefly | Love Me Please? | This Is Decaying Alive | Cafe of Blues Coffee (Roots) | Firefly | Dying In My Sleep |THE RECKONING
She stood under the eaves of a shed,
door open, inviting him in.
"This was his world, everything has to go," she said.
"There's a light switch somewhere."
Then he peered about.
Everything exactly as it had been left.
Chests of tools, walls pegged for ready access.
A woodwork bench with vices.
Racks of chisels - the smell of linseed oil.
Cabinets with escut...
Friday 29th March 2019 9:51 pm
Also by ray pool:
WASHING LINE | SHOAL | DON'T LOOK NOW | SAME OLD SONG | HAWK WIND | WAIT HERE FOR INFINITY | CHILDREN'S TOYS | THE DISTANCE OF AGE | SKID ROW |Panic Attack
1.It really was the shape of night,
all mystery at first,
but there was the noise too,
sitting on my chest
until I broke out in sweat,
and we were alone with the only
choice to cancel the weekend.
2. That was the first year. By the second
year, it was living in a cubicle at work.
And by the third year,
I found a doctor holding my diagnosis
as I walked int...
Friday 29th March 2019 8:43 pm
Also by Paris Tate:
Memory |2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 1 The Run Up
Image: Don Sitton legally blind for his entire life was a presenter at KPET Radio in Lamesa West Texas for 29 years, beginning in 1989. A familiar voice on the morning show he used to interview attendees at the Lamesa Forrest Fest. We met in 2011 when I first performed ther and struck up a friendship that lasted till he passed away on October 13 2018. I always looked forward to our intreviews I sh...
Friday 29th March 2019 8:31 pm
The Wonder of Us
The paramount half of the wonder of "Us"
is that, larger than life, "U"
of you!
Friday 29th March 2019 7:54 pm
Also by Mae Foreman:
Secret Truth | Love Song | Song | Love | Wake me up at Dream O'Clock |assimilate
to disappear from the suspicious leers of strangers
who say the word "ethnicity" like it's an obscenity
because the scars of the distant past offend us
and inflicted psychic wounds bind us to things
groping fingers can't grasp
like children born of ghosts...
Friday 29th March 2019 6:24 pm
Also by nunya:
russian girls | capture & release | manual | (untitled) | habitation | origins and distillations |Kerala Visit
kerala is peaceful and beautiful
in all cases and places
Keralite people are so cheerful
I can read "welcome" on faces
The Green Carpet of all guests
and pure nature to enjoy
generous people happily smiling
at any time of any day
Life in Kerala based on love
and clear hearts for caring
I love Kerala more than enough
I'll come back sure for sharing
Friday 29th March 2019 3:47 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:
FRIENDSHIP | Humankind | HELP!! | دكتور عصافير (VET) | You're Welcome |Banksy
Banksy
Thank you Banksy for your work of art
as an artist who hits the nail on the head.
Depicting reality with a clear portrayal of
clueless Members of Parliament seen as chimps.
You illustrate well the demise of democracy
Ten years ago you created ´A Parliament of Chimps
today we see it as a day of betrayal
´Laugh now, but one day no-one will be in charge
as an u...
Friday 29th March 2019 10:10 am
Also by keith jeffries:
Herbicide | Broken up | Absent | No more of this..... | The Box Dwellers | Inclement Weather |WILL YOU STILL NEED ME,WILL YOU STILL FEED ME?
WILL YOU STILL NEED ME, WILL YOU STILL FEED ME?
So sang Sir Paul, a late Sixties landmark song,
lyrics and score penned in seconds I’m sure and
jaunty as they come, neither revealing nor concealing
the big issues of the day, but a ballad for our time, a devotion,
a short, sweet love song, a subliminal gong on the froth and sweat of
Britpop’s arriviste best, a testament to th...
Friday 29th March 2019 10:07 am
Also by Peter Taylor:
YOUR BLUE EYES | ONCE LOVERS | LOST CONNECTIONS | TREES IN WINTER | CAROUSELS |Ax7
The black may come and go
but it is us who own our souls
and the light of the sky
guides all under the blue
by which the trees grow
and the ocean flows
it’s ok to be one alone
it's ok to hold your own
there is no endpoint
in the paths we take
to take away the empty place
I lost myself but then how
I think I really didn't lose anything
I wasn't meant
and while all inside ...
Friday 29th March 2019 9:12 am
REALlity
REALlity
My reality is my reflection
Showing all my deepest imperfection
My main focus becomes your Perception
Am I living up to your acceptance
Just to become your deflection
Since you are not happy with me
Because of who I am
Or what you think I chose to be
You don’t see me for me
But instead you see you inside of me
Which for some odd reason is w...
Thursday 28th March 2019 11:37 pm
Also by Dominc Read:
Living Free |Bureau'rats
Summoned to their verminous den
you're infected with apprehension
(rather than leptospirosis).
Hoping they've ratted you out
they reveal tiny razorsharp teeth
anxious to gnaw rapidly away at
the rewards of much hard work.
They torment you with taxes
(thus inciting you to moonlight)
penalising you for putting by.
Gleefully imposing gigantic fines
for simply wri...
Thursday 28th March 2019 9:50 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:
Noctis |Wish You Were Here
Wish you were here,
to break down all the differences,
to shake down all the borders,
to melt down all the distance,
to connect all the figures
in the right place.
What else could, what else could confront us?
In the same way we breath,
in the same way we cry,
wish you were here,
tonight when the whole world is empty
and there is no one left to die.
Wish you were here,
to create all...
Thursday 28th March 2019 9:39 pm
short poem after chronicling the lessening of sentience in my mothers emails during the past year
one day my mother will die
trembling yellow fracture
birdsong on the radio
Thursday 28th March 2019 3:48 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
Amoebius (For National Poetry Day) | tanka for the nemophilia | even though it's all switched off, a constant hum |Yesterday's Friend today
I think of friends near and far over distance and away in time.
What separates us is still permeable, our friendship not lost nor thrown away Whilst we remain yet apart, our daily thoughts and hopes remain vibrant of joyful times yet spent.
Maybe on hold, maybe grown cold, possibly on mute or pause, but whatever the status, in our hearts I am sure for those who once cupped our souls with war...
Thursday 28th March 2019 1:54 pm
COME ON ARLENE
Poor old Treeza May
We’ll be oh so sad to see you go
To make way for that twat BoJo
But you’ve had your day
Cos step aside is what you’ll do
If your crappy deal don’t get through.
Too ri oo ri oo ri oo ri ay
Come on Arlene
As the DUP’s queen
You wear orange not green
And she’s on the rack;
Unless she will pay
More bribes you hold sway
So you’ll shaft Treeza M...
Thursday 28th March 2019 9:23 am
Also by John Coopey:
ME FIRSTEST POEMS | THE POWER OF WORDS | OUR GERT KNOWS BEST | PRIAPUS | NOT THEIR FINEST HOUR | THE WORST SCHOOL IN THE COUNTRY | SHE | GAYS | INTERNATIONAL WOMEN'S WEEK |Epitome of Beauty
Her heart is as pure as the first ray of the sun.
Her Soul has got the spirit of fire , always burning with enthusiasm and Passion.
Her Mind is like an ocean , sometimes ecstatically peaceful and the other full of emotional waves .
Her eyes is as beautiful as the Darjeeling sunrise, Full of dreams and hopes one can clearly see.
Her Smile is as beautiful as the spring season , full of joy and w...
Thursday 28th March 2019 8:27 am
Also by Bhagwant Singh:
Dream Girl |The Art of Choosing
Choose,
Which is,
Which is not.
Choose,
What should be,
What should not be.
Choose,
How to be,
How not to be.
Choose,
Who will be,
Who will not be.
Choose,
Where to be,
Where not to be.
Choose,
What is,
What is not.
Amongst,
To choose,
To choose not.
Thursday 28th March 2019 8:15 am
To purloin with finger snatch
To steal of riches
With fingers to be adorned
Filching fingers grasp
With deceit of wily touch
Golden rings to be adored
Thursday 28th March 2019 6:27 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:
The Last Sirocco | Into life | Sleepless | It and I |Lilacs
Between the last customer
and morning light
in the parking lot of the Korean Gentleman's Club,
he picks lilacs for me.
Standing high against a warehouse wall,
these always bloom early, and
he goes annually, covertly, in the still dark,
unsure of welcome by the
Korean Gentlemen.
He fills the car.
I imagine that damp, spring-scented ride home,
his fantasy of be...
Wednesday 27th March 2019 11:39 pm
Also by Fernwood Press:
New White Urban Pioneer | Why I Want to Own a Platypus | Poem 64 of "Because of This" | Poem 64 of "Because of This" | There is a Later Train | It's a Miracle, I Tell You | Come Down from the Clouds |Battle Cry
let the voiceless speak
buoyed by our battle cry
don't allow your
single voice
to silence them
Wednesday 27th March 2019 11:26 pm
Also by Npaub Lis:
Summit | Flutter | Needling | (untitled) | self love | Crazy |Dear Muse
Hide away
if you must.
I don't understand
what prompts you
to surface anyway.
I will do like I always do,
show up on the page,
stumble through what
I was put on earth to do,
share my truth.
I know even though you
fly away again and again
to do whatever muses do,
you will come back,
when I least expect
and light up my soul
with your beautiful words,
like you alwa...
Wednesday 27th March 2019 8:25 pm
Also by Vautaw:
Love Lessons | Creators | Love, Me | Gilded Cage | Enlightenment | Dear Poet |Pretty Messy Things
The poetry is pretty perhaps,
And some may appreciate the aesthetics
While being put off by the messiness
Of the content, preferring a tidy theme.
And maybe you could clean it up
A bit to avoid making the prigs uncomfortable.
Say something about flowers by the seaside,
For example, and let us forget people have sex.
And let’s forget about messy conflict
In relationships,...
Wednesday 27th March 2019 8:24 pm
Also by Randy Horton:
Not Drowning but Waving (apologies to Stevie Smith) | Call for Submissions: New Mills Festival Poetry Trail |Pebbles and Boulders
When she began walking
Her boulder was a pebble
And the mountain was a tiny hill
Now the boulder gets heavier everyday
The mountain becomes steeper
People run by as if she's not there
She trips over pebbles now
If she could just make it to the top
She would drop the boulder
Watching it crumble
And crush all the pebbles
They say she made it all up in her head
But...
Wednesday 27th March 2019 12:16 pm
LET ME BE
Let me be and let me go, let me see all there is to know. Let me dream beautiful dreams of you, and let me live a life that is true. Let my mind be pure of thought, and let this sorrow be forgot. Let all of those who I've brought pain, let them be free of the sad morning rain. Let the possibilities of the future weave what it will, and let love be placed in Hearts to fill. Let the sun shine foreve...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 11:50 pm
Also by James Fiske:
MIDAS TOUCHED |Teethpods
Pea pods filled with teeth
Gnashing nature and crumpled bones
Fleshy green with rot beneath
Shamble across the tombstones
Of grinning skeleton trees
Beneath glittering blood stars
Death’s haunting striptease
Reflect the nakedness of Mars
God of war, like the god of plague
Where the land consumes the dead
Matters little how they fell or begged
Disease or f...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 10:59 pm
Also by Heart of Lead:
Not Much Left to Lose Now | Simple Cloth (collaboration with The Carbon Quill) | Of Gods and Pharaohs | His Eyes |Toi
The way he holds the neck - there is a woman underneath his fingertips. He tocuhes her like the soil that was left to be discovered from ancient women - he slides on the skin soflty, like he is holding a souvenir - perhaps he is - oh, he loves, he loves how she rests and sways under his eyes , under all the layers of his own skin - and how he plays with her! There is a girl underneath his fingerti...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 9:34 pm
Also by Mila F.:
sweet lovin' in morocco | 7.february 2019 | začetek / the beginning | 1 | 4.10.2018 |A Motherwell Romance
Wanting life easy but living it hard
Dons his sick kilt and has one for the road
Gone to repeat the story he’s been told
In the bar where he hasn’t been barred.
Scotland is playing, they’ll win or they’ll lose
He orders a pint, the fifth of the night
Loneliness fades and the world becomes right
An amber-flecked al...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 1:52 pm
Also by Etchy Mary:
The First Night We Met | Cet accent | Not my soulmate | I tried to write you a love song | Love in a pickup |Jezabel, Confession from a Wonderland
So you once asked me..... How can I look at you and think you perfect for me? How can I look past all your faults and mistakes? Without even asking questions on your imperfections. How you wish you could see yourself through my eyes so you can begin to enjoy living...
Well, This is my answer
Jezabel, Confessions from a Wonderland.
When I look at you my world begins to spin.
You keep me...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 11:31 am
Why did he give us hell
Chrisitians are scurge of the earth,
They should have all been drowned at birth,
How can they believe in a God that gave us hell,
And he made all the beautiful people feel unwell,
Alot of these people took their own lives,
Because on the earth they believed there could never be paradise,
All God's pain was put on me because he did not want me to be free,
But now he knows that ...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 10:19 am
Also by Pip Thomas:
Make every second count. | Gold fish bowl | The scousers | Innocent victim | Destiny is calling | Shrinking violets | Little prick |Broken Promises
We voted to come out of Europe. By Law if you win the Vote. The Law should Be abided with . The Results should be Adhered to To . My Right Honorable lady and Right Honorabal Gentlemen. 17.4 Million people Voted and Won The Vote . What does Parliament think about Steeling our Votes . We have our Rights we voted and WON THE VOTE . We did not elect them to think they know better than Any Who Voted ....
Tuesday 26th March 2019 9:25 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Yorkshire People | At last They Are Believed | Politicians | Ashamed | Make Them Stop |Ode to Biggie Juice
He was going to be good … but the day was full of strife
Leave on time, home for five, a cheery “Hi Honey” for the wife
He’s planned his route to the station, avoiding all temptation
To slip in a bar, for a quiet one and some idle conversation
As he does from time to time to take the edge off the day
To chill it out, wind it down and give the brain a holiday
From t...
Tuesday 26th March 2019 7:42 am
Also by John McDonough:
Amazing but True | Was it a waste of an egg? | DIYing | I Hate Cats! | A Woman Without Her Man | Knife Crimes | Ee By Gum |Lie with poetry
If I could lie with poetry as if beside a lover,
Rhymes like arms to hold me, laden pages as a cover
between me and my reality, the truth I try to hide,
Too feeble for the malice of the world that waits outside.
If I could lie with poetry as if upon a lover,
Minds meeting as hearts beat to find the rhythm of the other,
Words caressing skin, or tasting sweet on lips so red,
...Monday 25th March 2019 10:44 am
The Annual Talent Show (Down At The Feathers)
The Annual Talent Show (Down At The Feathers)
It was heaving that night in the Feathers
The landlord had played his old trick
He’d a ton of pork scratchings, that’d gone out-of-date
So needed to shift ‘em….. and quick
So he called it his annual talent show
Punters travelled from miles around
And he sold off his scratchings at threepence a bag
Or all you ...
Monday 25th March 2019 6:20 am
Also by kJ Walker:
Fred and Bullfrog Floppit (a re-post) | When The Aliens Landed In Grimstone Low | When Hesketh Boggins Caused A K'fuffle |It’s sufficient
It’s sufficient to briefly touch silence to feel days of glory,
the eternal word of friendship,
the chimes of freedom
It’s sufficient to lean between blue seas
to perceive the sweet semblance of calm,
the lost and aged dreams,
the future that you can imagine,
the language of love and peace
It’s sufficient to forgive and the good is understood
© Noris Roberts - March, 2019
Sunday 24th March 2019 7:35 pm
Then where are you, if not here
Then where are you, if not here
Then where are you, if not here
My Love
In the everywhere of my heart
The start and ending of each day
Were the day ever to have but two kisses
Then let them be mine
My love
One, light upon my waking
Taking that sweetness into my morning
The last into my sleep
My Love
So that I might dream deep into your eyes
Then where ar...
Sunday 24th March 2019 3:05 pm
Also by Gus Jonsson:
Forgotten in the Attic |God and war
Some questions will never have an answer,
Like the existence of an almighty caretaker.
Is the world a stage, each one a dancer.
Choreographed by the divine leader.
Be an atheist or a believer,
Is he the one in charge of all maneuver?
Does he keeps track of each sinner?
Life goes on, does he really watch over?
Many live ethically in the fear of a punisher.
Mankind has split, for there's mo...
Sunday 24th March 2019 10:35 am
Also by Gagan Raj:
Smartphones |Alone With My Loneliness
During the periods of stipulated flashbacks
Memories may not always be smooth or soothing
The pages of the wary calendars
Under the color of my melancholy ink
May not forget nor forgive the pain
Yet I would love to be alone again.
My heart will never burst into laughter
Nor will cry in rain
Flashbacks of the scenes may not survive
With all the clocks in my hand,
...
Sunday 24th March 2019 9:05 am
She is Nature
She is the howling wind of a winter storm.
Strong.
She is the crashing waves of the ocean shores.
Relentless.
She is the bright colors of the spring blooming flowers.
Captivating.
She is an entire army marching to defend that which they love
Fearless.
But she is also a window peirced by branch.
Shattered.
She is the sound a leaf makes as it falls to the ground
Silent.
She is nature.
...
Sunday 24th March 2019 5:04 am
Sonetto Romantico
Orange grove fragrances dominate my senses
Seville’s humid heat almost overpowers
Landscape appears through tangerine lenses
Revealing meadow adorned with multiple flowers
Alcazar de Sevilla with courtyard and towers
Is where we met, albeit by pure chance
In a single fleeting second, seeming like hours
We immediately recognised instant romance
Unadulterated passi...
Saturday 23rd March 2019 9:51 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Between a Rock, the Devil and the deep blue sea | Driving Miss Maisie | What’s more Important? | I fell in love with a Senior Citizen | BATTERY HEN | Questions and Answers |PROVISION
PROVISION
Between all the artificials,
You will find one that is official.
Between all the flakes,
You will find one that does not peel.
Between all who are unstabled,
You will find someone that is firm.
Between all who are violators of trust,
You will find someone that is capable of holding your heart.
Between the shallow and the selfish,
You will grasp one pers...
Friday 22nd March 2019 6:13 pm
Also by Ty:
GREED | PAIN | FORGIVENESS |An Innate Confession
Fascinating oscillation by the ears,
This patience has been nurtured in year,
Pink glow to everything; cheers!
Reactions mix of delight & tears.
The first look was captivating & sojourn,
The trauma deepened as I did own…
The precious sweetness of her moan,
She is still very much unknown.
She travels in the air, her voice illuminates…
She dwells in the hearts, e...
Friday 22nd March 2019 4:34 pm
Also by ai ou:
That Yellow Attire | Beyond the World of Thachi | In Her Shoes |Hurricane
To the boy
whom I love
more than anything:
You are so perfect to me
and for me.
I am completely in love
with the person you are.
I am completely in love
with with they way I catch your blue eyes gazing at me.
with our after-hours jam sessions in your Ford.
with your intelligence and your yearn to build yourself a future.
with your love for and admiration of yo...
Friday 22nd March 2019 4:30 pm
Also by K:
A Note To The One Who Broke Me | Thief | Daydreaming of What Could No Longer Be |Red-winged Blackbird
The spring afternoon was lazy and warm
Full of late sunshine golden and beckoning.
Impulsively I slapped on my trainers
And took off with delight
For a stroll up the quiet road
Past the retirement home and the bulky farm
Where cows and horses grazed in succulent fields
Abutting marshlands further inland.
On my way back refreshed and relaxed
Striding comfortably
I...
Friday 22nd March 2019 4:02 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Attack From The Rear | Oratory | The Joke |Snug
Snug
Smoke-stained wood and darts
and pints and stolid cast iron legs.
There’s safety in these, security -
the heavy regiment turns
to train its guns on the other sex.
A knowing landscape is his face,
vulgar as a scarlet cod-piece,
with sniggers of a rolling night -
agreed by these bad teeth
sneering at reputations and leering at hers
and, mocking unknowi...
Friday 22nd March 2019 1:56 pm
A poem about a dream
As I took a breath, this morning
I wondered what it'd be
To be a body without life
and a body without feel
What feels like such a trauma
is also a reason to live
Cuz this is how we learn to fly after a fall
and how we dare to dare
I've known a lot of stories
and eyes that would tell more tales
But not every soul would speak up
nor every silence would stay put
I longed to take a s...
Friday 22nd March 2019 9:09 am
Accept
Longing to go out, feel the sunshine,
To feel the warmth, striking every chord of happiness,
Feeling the breeze in hair removing the rust of past,
With the sounds around projecting a melody so sweet,
Getting infected with the smiles on faces,
This moment , I accept
Anxious, confined within the walls,
Stepping out requiring a lifetime of courage,
Thousands of thoughts...
Thursday 21st March 2019 6:48 pm
Also by Dr Apala Singh:
Journey |The Cracked Pot
Thursday 21st March 2019 8:34 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:
Who's Got Your Back? | Mountain | Walking Backwards and Getting There (3) | Still Walking Backwards (2) | Walking Backwards |Looking back. Moving forward
It was the last night I called again for help
It was the last night you refused to do as they asked
It was the last night I sat with you holding your hand
It was the last night I asked you if you were ok
As we drove away you stared to fade
Your eyes closing shut and your breath became softer
Th ambulance man said "Anne open your eyes, wake up!"
With that you jumped and shouted back "MY EYES...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 8:29 pm
Where Her Truth Alone Triumphs
She waits on a distant shore
Day after plain day she looks to the horizon
Stars in the sky ships far out to sea unseen
Anywhere her eye cannot see her plain life
Falling stars and comets delight
While her solemn red heart seeks light
In the dark of the night stars are brightest
When seen together in loving quest
She is lovely but invisible to her self
Transparent feelings wit...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 7:47 pm
Goodbye my Everything
Someday I wish to be a memory
Something you think was so sweet
I know that at times it seemed I didn’t care
But you meant everything, I swear
I wanted to hold you, love you, and show you everything
But all I did was wait
I wanted to be there, see that you would be there with me
But it was just too late
I’m praying that love finds its way
To my heart, one day
I know th...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 6:49 pm
Tomorrow
Through my bleeding heart I cry
My eyes only seeing red
Silent tingles through my body I see you
I see my once happiness through your eyes
My body begins to overheat
But then you speak
Your words feeling as a bandage taping up my heart
I see clarity
In order for me to reach normal temp again
I must forgive
Being angry you consume a lot of pain
So tomorrow I will he...
Tuesday 19th March 2019 12:20 pm
I'm leaving
We were good for so long
But when it all went down it really did
I hurt
I anger
I feel everything I would hope I wouldn't again
Anger all yoy want
Create all the negative you want
But don't miss me when I am gone
Tuesday 19th March 2019 5:07 am
Also by Cynthia Haz:
yeah I've got issues | self esteem | Little Girl |When the Screaming Starts
Evil predator strikes
places of worship
killing assembled praying
easy targets slain
millions replace victims
each praying harder
condemning barbaric atrocities.
Guilty as charged
murderer stands unaffected
prayer book placed
grey stone cell
anxious spirits inflict
inhuman silent screaming
life sentence passed.
Monday 18th March 2019 3:54 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
The Waiting Game | Chasing Dreams |Undeserving
She stares at the ocean.
The waves crashing and falling.
Crumbling, Like an avalanche.
Everything falling apart.
For you can’t ride the boat.
You are imobile.
People do everything for you.
A King they would murmur.
Chasing you, begging for your attention.
Although you fear publicity.
But when that crocodile ran you up that tree
did you dare to b...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:05 pm
The Town That Was Murdered
They shut the pits down long before
they closed the shipyard doors.
The steel that we were promised never came.
Then they said they’d dock our dole,
because we weren’t at home,
available for work that wasn’t there.
For twenty-seven days we marched,
just trying to be heard,
but government can only hear the rich.
Three hundred miles and all for nowt.
We might have bloody known.
That...
Monday 18th March 2019 1:25 pm
Augustus
My father used to drink Heineken.
Naturally, when I was old enough to drink, I too drank Heineken.
He used to smoke cigarettes, though he hid this addiction well.
So, when I was old enough to understand that this caused his death,
I vowed to never pick one up.
He would always give to beggars and assist strangers in need,
Even when he knew that it might be to the detriment of his ...
Monday 18th March 2019 10:54 am
Concrete love
Why did I decide to fall
face first on to a concrete heart,
Why do I let myself think that
for maybe just a moment someone might actually want me.
Monday 18th March 2019 10:53 am
Bereft of feeling.
I wanted to do a poem today to provoke a thought or thinking about the insanity of taking drugs. I have known many people succumb to Heroin and painkillers, alcohol and it all seems so futile I myself suffered with addiction through mental illness. Its a terrible thing and very dark. So here is my attempt at describing this disease.
Bereft of feeling
Stare into the abyss
eyes burning...
Monday 18th March 2019 9:20 am
Also by Daemon Cantrell:
Cadence | Brexit |VANILLA
What was the chance i did know you ?
What was the chance we did be friends ?
What was the serendipity of me been in awe of you
But here i am expressing how it feels
From your smile that captivates the and got me tripping every moment
You are a manifestation of astonishing beauty
A dime + 99 equals you
Your eyes are irresistibly stunning
With the body of a goddess
You...
Monday 18th March 2019 8:59 am
light as light
in the rush of the city,
the uncertainty, the sorrow, the pain,
there is a haven peculiar and pretty
that shines a light on us
beautiful, insane
the walls, so high, they gather the light
during the day
it radiates through the surfaces,
and when the sun sets down
it warms the night
and the minds flow
when music feeds the souls
and passes strenuous thoughts
turning them into red tri...
Monday 18th March 2019 8:16 am
Pockets of Strangers
Friendly drinks with a party of strangers,
concocted to poison one’s composition,
led me to cold wet grass under some stars.
My figure sank deep into the dark horizon,
I twisted skyward to breathe in bleak cosmos.
This is how I stumbled upon my new religion.
Awake now, I lived in accord with this religion.
God’s terrific eyes stared from the faces of strangers;
otherworldly airships desc...
Monday 18th March 2019 2:19 am
Also by John Flowers:
Wisdom Removal | Catalog of Stars |The Pale Rose (extract)
Her broken heart scatters like petals in the breeze
As shards they sought and collected by the lowly,
guarded in vessels of hope,
awaiting the hearts spring that it may bloom anew
Sunday 17th March 2019 6:42 pm
Talking To The Dead
"I talked to her
and she kissed me too."
"Are you insane?
It can't be true.
You are a simple soul
undone by grief.
Or was it a dream?"
"Nay, Nay, she came.
She looked at me and smiled.
Her contenance was light
and I stood bewildered
until she called my name.
I wept and shrieked,
'After all these days
You finally speak!
Tell me the reason
why you le...
Sunday 17th March 2019 2:37 pm
I want to be a writer
I want my words to have worth like William.
With magical adjectives that travel through time
To conjure a landscape
And portray a peace
So perfectly
They reach across centuries.
I want my words to empower like Maya.
With certainty and strength to inflate the hearts
And sway the hips of a million women.
I want to reach her passion, wear her confidence,
And
...
Sunday 17th March 2019 2:15 pm
Irish and Proud
It’s a Sunday morn in March and I rise like a lark full of springtime joy
The date is the 17th where on earth have you been it’s St Patrick’s Day boy
With a surname of Doolan nobody are you fooling you’re an Irish guy
With a drink in my hand and a tune from the band my head is held high
It’s a day to celebrate no time to hesitate let the good times roll
Everbody is grand give me you...
Sunday 17th March 2019 9:23 am
Also by Tom Doolan:
Woman of Wonder |I do dream
I do dream,
This abundant love I see
It longs, not for the morrow.
it lays, in rest with now.
I dream of ears attuned to you
so his eyes may see
the you in me.
I do dream,
I see Joy where justice lay,
I see Regret turned rejoice,
Only by trust in you,
I do dream :
A dress so clean,
A slate so fresh,
A smile so bright,
Not for a day,
...Saturday 16th March 2019 5:39 pm
Also by Mandyshansy:
Some Days | Sexy Sleep | I'd like to call | Motivate Me | Mobility | Stranger Care | Summer or snow,shoes to go |The Daily Sluice
I see that vacant look
In a lot people’s eyes lately
Life has tumbled
Into washing
And laundry
Spinning their heads around
A moment to think …
Then click the screen
And the possible moment of enlightenment
Disappears down the daily sluice
I see those eyes now …
Counting sheep
Trying to become vacant
Blank as the mobile scream
Waiting for th...
Saturday 16th March 2019 3:19 am
Also by David R Mellor:
You Didn’t Pull the Trigger, but You Did |Endless Cycle
Seasons come and past
Life is drained before it springs
To start life anew
Saturday 16th March 2019 1:33 am
About losing
Here I am losing,
again.
The moment I naively denied,
came.
You said you don't want to see,
more of me.
The words you typed,
should set me free.
I only feel deep pain.
Should have known...
before.
But I didn't see,
just adore.
Wasn't able to recognize,
how fucked up you really are.
Memoring is the worst,
when did we get this fa...
Friday 15th March 2019 10:24 pm
They were only saying their prayers...
They were only saying their prayers
It might have been the other side of the world
and people I'll never know
It might have been folk I'll never meet
and somewhere I'll never go
But the tragic news this morning
hit me like a train
Innocent defenceless people
mercilessly slaughtered again
They were only saying their prayers
just going about their lives
Another attack on humanity
a...
Friday 15th March 2019 9:57 pm
Painting
Now Paddy was painting the bedroom,
his wife had gone out to the shops,
the radio playing full volume,
and blaring out Pick of the Pops.
The missus came back with the shopping,
to find Paddy lathered in sweat;
as his paintbrush just kept right on flopping,
he muttered a rude epithet.
She said what on earth are you doing?
No wonder you’re feeling so hot,
with...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:04 pm
Memories
Memories 10-13-2018
I’m about to get out of my car& I feel the cool brisk air& also see the stars in the sky.
As I look at them I remember the night we stayed out on your back porch for a few hours and just talked& talked.
Oh, the memories.
The smell of a campfire reminds me of the air I smell & the coolness that brushes up agai...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:16 am
Also by Melissa Wayner:
As I Come To Terms Posted: 3-12-2019 | (untitled) | Tonight Posted 3-11-2019 | As She Packs Her Bags 3-8-2019 Posted | As She Looks 3- 8-2019 Posted | Against What She Can’t Control | Over It | Thank You For Being My Friend | The Turtle Wasn’t The Point | Sunshine | In The Dark Skies | Her Will | The Beginning Of A Great Journey |Exclamatory Sentence
I am free!
Friday 15th March 2019 12:38 am
Also by Queen:
Imperative Sentence | Interrogative Sentence | Declarative Sentence | Mantras | Anguish | Connected and Grateful | 3 Parts | Emotional Awareness | Vanilla Coke | Comforting Memory | Confusion | Linguistic Algebra | Linguistic Arithmetic | Subject | Linguistic Conception | Simple Predicate: Compound Verb | Simple Predicate: Verb String | Simple Predicate: Verb | Mother Figure | Father Figure | Extrinsic Motivation | Intrinsic Motivation | Language Set | Extrinsic Pride | Intrinsic Pride | Knowledge | Wisdom | Honor | The Blue, Opening |THE ICE CREAM MAN
The ice cream man
was the sweetest man
she had ever met
until she gave him her heart.
Then slowly
his true character
revealed itself
leaving her to feel the fool.
Because she truly loved a man
for many years
that was not real.
By Lynn Hahn
Friday 15th March 2019 12:16 am
Also by lynn hahn:
BRAVE SOLDIER | PARADE OF HAPPINESS | MOVE |A New World Awaits
The blackness doesn't exist
With eyelids positioned, fixed
Closed
To all looking in
A mind that won't give in.
Spectrums of colour await
Films and events,
Dissipate
Into moments that shouldn't exist
As the frequency demands it's existence to manifest.
The future and past
Pour like an hourglass
With each grain of sand
Making moments of transcendent glam.
Moments defined by an ...
Thursday 14th March 2019 2:52 pm
8 Heroes
Instruments packed away in velvet red case.
3 Chellos, 3 violins and the big double bass.
Quietness descended all over the huge ship.
Just 5 days in to her Atlantic American trip.
The band had just performed their last show.
Entertaining passengers with string and bow.
But tragedy struck as the hour became late.
Then the quintet and trio that night became 8.
As the minutes passed by an...
Thursday 14th March 2019 11:49 am
Dave - The Return
I bumped into David Kameroon the other day.
I wanted him to hear
What it was like in the real world, after that Referendum farce.
I said “Hey’up Dave,
Can I call you Dave?
I mean, what the flippin’ heck Dave?
You really let it slip Dave.”
I said “Dave - Dave,
The country’s in an awful state.
I doubt that you can contemplate
The shambles me and mine are in.
...Thursday 14th March 2019 10:05 am
Fallen Angel
You have lost your smile.
Where is it gone ? I do not recognise you anymore.
Your lips strech, I can see your teeth,
You could have fooled us,
You could have fooled me.
Howerver, there is no longer any spark;
Your eyes are weeping and I am the witness of a bygone joy.
Forgive these crude words, there are not meant to hurt you.
What is this place that have smothered y...
Wednesday 13th March 2019 8:48 pm
shadowed
I could write
a thousand poems
inspired by your dimples
and the shadows they create
Poems that you
could never
would never
should never
read
Tuesday 12th March 2019 8:17 pm
HeyAmericaIWroteSomethingEkphrastic
Space Snowman (Or Ultima Thule)
By: Rodolfo Perez
A man floats through space.
He’s a man, shaped like two.
Brown, iced, leaning forward,
Looking down at nothing.
He has been beaten to a pulp,
One can see the scars on his face.
There’s a story behind every dent on his rugged skin.
A moment in time he will always carry,
But never feel.
The dents on his skul...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 6:45 pm
Also by Rodolfo Perez:
DearAmericaIWroteSomethingSadForYou | HeyAmericaIWroteSomethingForYou |A knife changing experience
Scott was travelling home from a party in his local town,
Became a victim of a knife crime,paralysed from the neck down.
He was told it had severed his spinal chord and would never walk again,
Relying on round the clock care and medication to deal with his pain.
Scott at 16 experienced the devastating consequences of a knife attack.
Now at 27 in his wheel chair still fighting to g...
Tuesday 12th March 2019 9:02 am
Also by hugh:
Laura Muir ,let us praise ,double gold at The European Indoor Athletics at Glasgow |March 2019 Collage Poem - 'In the Wardrobe'
Silence, echoes, look at the colours
And Distant Distractions
Minks and stoles all of this reminds me of you
Silver hunter's knife
Overseer left mute
Soiled aliens desperate in Heaton Moor
Park stumble on a Mel
Brooks look-a-like
Inside the man bag, inside the wardrobe
Inside the mind, a voice, a naked voice
Lost in the wardrobe, he looked for
Dead bodie...
Monday 11th March 2019 10:16 pm
The Care
Like the air, I'm everywhere
Stare the move like the sky
Feel the vibration as the ground
Like a security no dreams
Mirror like Water does
Irritates many a time
Difficult to haft like slime
Harden like rime
Lie again and again
Many out there
Allures all around
Tempting they look
But I look not
Many offer with choice
Attached with price
Attracts the eye
I welcomed them not
Monday 11th March 2019 5:23 pm
Dark heart
They watch as her young heart fades into the darkness
her wild youth disappears in front of there eyes
moments of fear and hate runs through her like a dark black fog
will she ever be the same? Will her heart ever heal?
Take me back to the hot summer days when all I had was my innocence
gone. Just like that. Forever.
JC
Saturday 9th March 2019 10:06 pm
Also by Julianna Cole:
15 | Waterside | Time | York road |Zena - Part 1
Fireman’s daughter,
Holy water,
Village fete,
Reprobate.
Stained leather,
Birds of a feather,
Accosted bride,
Harvey ride.
Bloody post,
A mother’s ghost,
Crime doesn’t pay,
Holloway.
Friday 8th March 2019 3:24 pm
Also by Charlie White:
You Ain't One of Us! |A lady in the streets but a freak in the bed
A woman so wild ' yet classy
A horney beast and sassy.
Filthy thoughts linger in her mind
this woman is by far, one of a kind
She's eager to please
Ready, to drop to her knees
Panties ,so wet
With every tease
Wants to do absolutely anything daring,
But won't tolerate the idea of sharing
She's to cute and caring
Between the sheets
A...
Friday 8th March 2019 3:13 pm
I barely know you.
I barely Know You
I don't "really" know you.
When we met,
We hit it off and by that I mean-
You told me all your secrets.
I related with you.
I felt for you.
I saw something you were unable to see...
You.
Cleaning, running around after Cam and the vist after-
there was, another baby in that perfect belly.
See, I know you're lonely.
You feel under appreciated
...Wednesday 6th March 2019 9:56 pm
Also by Erin N. Buckley:
(untitled) | Bring Back the Pin Up | Where's the Sun? | Bring Back the Pin Up | Hilton Garden Inn | Talking to my Tummy | Mother's Wings | The Beast is Me |Why I am a barfly
Immediately after I
Fetched my salary
From a Bank
When I get drunk
Getting into a bar,
From my home not far,
No longer subject
To my inhibition
I become bold
To make an
Open breast of my love
To my inaccessible dove,
For on such state
I become easily capable
My financial challenges
And physical appearance
Anxieties to dissolve.
I crunch her number
Getting no answer
"U R Z best...
Tuesday 5th March 2019 1:11 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
What a paradox | I knew why poets never die |Heartache
Alas, the heart with color deprivation,
It beats black and blue; to the different hues,
Internally on its own eternal demise,
In search of the hidden truth instilled in every white lie,
Consciously following it to a troubled ending,
Your ambiguous ways have left me feeling astray,
The hidden truth is just a culmination of my feeble hopes,
The hopes that have been abandoned out...
Tuesday 5th March 2019 11:35 am
Whispering Winds
Sent my heart away
Carried away on whispering winds
To a lonesome land
Tuesday 5th March 2019 12:59 am
Letter From The Lake
Dear friend
a sigh is leaving me
I can concentrate now, finally
a statue standing on the jetty
the lake’s slow wash below the boards
hypnotising me
I feel freer now than ever
more than I did back there
I don’t know how you toil on
those boiling days below the city
tinned-life crammed searching for air
You wrote of the love you found
that you always dreamed was waiting
head cocked ...
Monday 4th March 2019 7:47 am
The Girl with the Blue Eyes
Slushing and sliding around
In the new fallen snow,
So white and crunchy and
Cracks like crisps underfoot.
Absentmindedly,
The Girl with the Blue Eyes
Suddenly falls flat on her bum!
She's quickly brought back to reality....
Looks around furtively.....
Did anyone see ......
That undignified slip?
No......
Just ME!
I was playing around
Chasing snowflakes f...
Monday 4th March 2019 12:01 am
Feeling like Butters after the break up (sad yet happy that it happened)
First time,
February was just fine,
although I was walking on thin lines,
never had the doubt that you weren't mine.
Then the first Saturday came,
our sanities were the ones that remain,
something so plain,
brought us joy,
one sentence only comes to mind,
nothing will ever ruin this.
Yeah, the week went by,
never believed that time can fly,
but here we are,
another Saturday,
and yo...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 3:25 pm
Lamentations of osunkunle
Ode o to this sorrowful life My feet are sore My limbs are weary Gone is hope And I strength no more My time seems long My life so short Mourn me not when I cease no more Love so far And vile so near The day is gone And night came not yet In the land of the noire man When will toil end? When shall we sorrow no more? Will joy ever reing? In the land...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 1:14 pm
The Day Full of Warm Fondling
trailing the sun all day
always present your shadow
there is worry about
swinging in this chest
when I can't help you load
imagine your rhythmic day is not easy
should we be together with the ocean
take waves of restless storm ripples
although you don't have to
give up thousands of beatings
realize I'm just here
to accompany your heart
I accept your frustration
to reduce your anxi...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 9:16 am
Dignity
Will I lose?
Will someone care?
Will I wait
Or will I wake up tomorrow?
From this nightmare
Will someone care?
Will I wait in pain or will I do something?
Will I wait for you? Will I wait for them? Will I save you when you fall?
Will you even let me save you?
Or will we ever wake from this nightmare of the path we choose or will we lose are selves along the way.
Will ...
Sunday 3rd March 2019 3:12 am
Also by Hachi M Gutierrez:
Maybe | Rather keep | Remember us like this.(forever) | Shallow thoughts (tell me something) |“Working” from Home
A working woman
Juggling tasks at my desk
Stealing glances out
Cardinal singing without restraint
Brilliant red matching his mood
Sun saturating her favorite leaves
Infinite hues and shades of green
Towering oaks protecting me
Deep with wisdom and rings of strength
Moss swaying ever so gently
Juggling nothing now
A smitten woman
©️ Candice Reineke 2019
Saturday 2nd March 2019 6:01 pm
Spring
Let me present you the spring,
The drug for your soul to sing.
Let me embrace you very tight.
The spring will say: you’re right.
I accept your present gladly,
I am tired of winter madly.
It was so blue and boring,
All the time I was warring.
I stretch my arms widely,
I meet this spring kindly.
The lilac-tree will grow
The springs power to show.
Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 2nd of Ma...
Saturday 2nd March 2019 5:04 pm
Disney Days
Below is one of my children's poems called 'Disney Days'.
DISNEY DAYS
Warmer than a Sheep Dog hug
or happiness rolled in a rug;
dancing dizzy Dulux joy,
whirls and swirls and shouts ‘Ahoy!’
Brighter than a scientist,
the artist’s pallet shines and skips.
Free from Greenwich Mean Time days,
they demonstrate their West End ways.
Talent dazzles, beaming light
into the insides of o...
Friday 1st March 2019 8:52 pm
Behind the Thoughts
I’m smoke on a lung, a line never written
A talk without words, an act of contrition
A scarecrow, a jester, a hullabaloo
Not the thing that you asked for
But the one that will do
The most serious nonsense that never transpired
An energy spike in the night when you’re tired
I’m wired, I’m bricks, I’m a skylight on acid
I’m electro shock therapy
Until you lay placid
...Friday 1st March 2019 11:20 am
city of birth
My mother had recently remarked
That despite her desires
I had ended up being a townie
I reflected on this
As I left the town of my birth
With the slightest hint of regret
The train jangling along
The sun shining on all it looked upon
a mighty searchlight
Highlighting every last detail
Across the backs of high terraced houses
That seem to shiver
Steeped on three...
Friday 1st March 2019 8:51 am
Bravery
When a person thinks of bravery,
their answers vary on what type of person you’re
talking to.
Some may say that bravery is an act
of heroism.
Some say it’s courage.
Some say it’s doing what’s right,
even if everyone else will hate them for it.
Some tell you that bravery is to
be in the military.
Some tell you that bravery is being who you are,
even if soci...
Friday 1st March 2019 1:56 am
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