Or worse
As honesty doesn’t come in half measures
I squared up to him-
‘In this tin is worms,’ I said,
‘I won’t mince syllables,
As I am meant to be gritty-
There’s already too many
In this bit…’
Then we went to town
Dressed as old goths
And we went to town
On each other
Tuesday 30th April 2013 8:18 pm
Also by Cathy Crabb:
Wolves |Heals The Soul
Tuesday 30th April 2013 7:40 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Jimmy Rockford | Ghostly Quiet | I'm Not Perfect | A Letter to Myself |I Had A Bream (Fishermen's Tales)
I had a bream
It got away
It shot upstream
To my dismay
I just caught a minnow
With my rod that day
Next time I’ll go to bingo
I’ll catch the matinee
I came home empty-handed
And low on self-esteem
So there and then
I told my mates I’d landed
A bag of thirty bream
(By half past ten)
I had a bream
It got away
It shot ups...
Tuesday 30th April 2013 5:12 pm
Also by John Coopey:
"Michael Seen Flora" | Has Anybody Seen My Little Sarah? | My Biggest Fan (When You Say Nothing At All) | "Here's My Tits - My Arse's Behind" | Schadenfreude | There's Allus a Reason "Why Not" | Don't Look Twice - It's Cellulite |Verbdrift
And we shall see
How these words develop
When they wrap around
The tall white spaces
Freeze-dried blocks of crystal matter
In cages our letters remain
Casting gloomy glances across the rain
The trees on fire, as are they
Who speak these words that live today
Made and given life
Now retracted, punish the crime
No-one allowed to speak their ...
Tuesday 30th April 2013 4:14 pm
Also by David Blake:
History |ThePoetry Spoke is back Fantastic NEW Venue -
Info via link.
https://soundcloud.com/chris-coey-poetry/thepoetry-spoke
Full advert to follow nearer the 16th May - opening night.
Guest Poet - Guest Musician - Open Mic Poetry
Every 1st & 3rd Thursday of each month.
Gallaghers Pub
20 Chester Street
Birkenhead
Wirral
CH41 5DQ
Tuesday 30th April 2013 12:33 am
Also by Chris Co:
ThePoetry Spoke April - Open floor poetry & Guests | Nothing Left |Not Ready
I'm sorry for all profile changes and removing blogs.
I've only been connected with this site 2 months and I've made a complete hash.
I'm sorry Tony when I realised you weren't what I was looking for I should have just pulled out, in all fairness you said I could,but I'm not saying sorry indefinately.
I thoroughly enjoyed my last read at The Tudor but would prefer to travel to Manch...
Monday 29th April 2013 4:37 pm
Crab Fisherman
Crab Fisherman
He peers over the edge, measures out the line, then
lets drop his cloth bundle of bacon and trimmed fat,
and pulls them up, horned and furious,
two or three at a time, again and again,
their claws caught in his clever weave.
He carries them home for tea at seven,
twelve dancing crabs in a bucket of water.
Monday 29th April 2013 2:24 pm
Re-Gather
I stand before this mirror
Looking not at but through
My eyes push to recognise
Focus on a version of self
that at least holds some semblance
Or truth, I wait………..
Then ringing it comes!
And certain feelings
Lost like so many old keys turn up
And in this I re-gather
Windows open and I feel the rush
Of my own youth
Rui...
Monday 29th April 2013 12:48 pm
Posthumous
Love
with a long howl
lessening down the night
Sad
as a lost soul
falling a great height
Hopelessly
cried
And my
incredulous heart
hissed ` murderer! `
.......................
And died.
Monday 29th April 2013 9:41 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:
four from the Gazebo menu Epic | The way it was. |How do women escape?
He said-
''Hey see this? this and that?
-he pointed at the washing-
then get it sorted.''
She said-
''where's the friggin money?''
The window cleaner avoided eye contact.
She said-
''there's no tea!''
He sat quiet.
She walked into the kitchen
- touched a swelling eye-
and planned her escape.
words and foto T Carroll
Monday 29th April 2013 1:54 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Wandering expositions | Let us bury the hatchet | ''Kiss my arse'' | Chin up chaps |Water & Fire
Such a disaster once had happened.
Water and fire had fallen in love
Master to hug the fire was maddened,
Was so much afraid to hug his love.
Strong arms of fire enchanted, gleamed,
All around him has brightened.
Pull over to her love water dreamed
But the flames of fire frightened.
Prideful and beautiful was the fire
With each coming day hi...
Sunday 28th April 2013 8:43 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
My Couch | I Am the Chair A day in the life of comp | Cognac |Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)
Drunk (Spinning Wheel Blues)
Two o’clock
and feeling so high.
Walking on walls
and touching the floor.
Spinning wheel blues
in the back of your mind.
Knowing you can’t take
anymore.
Churning stomach
in time with each spin
as the room turns over
and throws you aside.
You clutch to the bed
as though you would fall
and – somew...
Sunday 28th April 2013 6:51 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Skool Daze | Pure O | The Ghost Of Summer | warRANT | Class Action | Waiting For Miss Write | Old Tyke Blues | Fields Of Carbon & Blood (1984) | Jigsaw | The Clown |What a Plane Day
What a Plane Day
I came home from work and saw GMP Defender spy plane circling where I live. I heard the turboprops as it did racetrack patterns going into clouds. I also saw a kid's balloon black on grey sky. Did Defender's camera pick it up?
Then I saw a second spy plane! A plastic Diamond DA42 prop plane. Hey, prop jets are more cool. Even crap Defender has them! You two ...
Sunday 28th April 2013 4:32 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:
ALL OF THE ABOVE | Italia with utube vid link of my gullivers headline gig |The last night remembered and spent
Tugging the stockings out the drawer
Clasp up clips, leave suit on the floor
Zip up my boots, apply more mascara
Anticipate nervously the oncoming drama
Start the engine on cold autumn night
You wanted me there, and I cannot fight
Tired, unsure, aware of the time
Knowing your impatience, I blur the white line
Bright lights feed confidence, feeling unf...
Sunday 28th April 2013 10:33 am
Also by Katy Megan:
Banished from Eden | Retreat | Irish Sea |The Worst We All Feared
The Worst We All Feared
Do you really think,
Do you really think that you
Are allowed a place in Heaven -
After all you have seen,
After all you have experienced,
Do you really think you will
Take these memories with you??
What is left of us,
What is there that goes beyond
The place we are tortured?
More than that,
...
Saturday 27th April 2013 10:59 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Missing | Ghost | To The Bogus Caller | Spent | On Listening | Just Another Ode To Be Ignored |The Candy Train
on the please-come-in door
a bright brass knocker
and stained glass birds
rainbows on the walls
when the sun casts through
a dark scrolled shelf
hangs high in the hall
gleaming with candlesticks
cats dogs monkeys
and a clear glass train
its engine
full of coloured candy beads
glowing like jewels
up the stairs to bedtime
footsteps slow
...
Saturday 27th April 2013 12:39 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Upon Originality | CBT in Sale on Tuesday |Unto the Somme
Entrenched
Behind failing lines,
These curtains of shrapnel and sharp steel
Conceal my misery,
So seamlessly, absently
I go on, numb, alone,
For sensation no longer blesses me.
Relentlessly, I force back my fear,
The absent tears never reach my cheeks
And thick blankets of earth and sand
Choke my cries, damp, pitiful.
I fall to the boards clotted with death
As my bre...
Saturday 27th April 2013 12:32 pm
Also by Simon Austin:
Broken Alone | For I am Gone |Stop the cuts
Stop the cuts, and stop the closures,
Private companies, trying to own us,
Globalist profits, tax payer exposure,
Figures kept under wraps, like a banker’s bonus.
Stop the cuts, ‘cos they’re completely unfair,
There’s no need, for cuts to welfare.
Why not abolish Trident next year,
And concentrate on the families living in fear?
Struggling to pay the rent this month,
Feed your...
Friday 26th April 2013 8:21 pm
Also by Wez Jefferies:
Cycles |OUR LAS VEGAS WEDDING (For My Love)
As our feet finally touch down on safe terra firma,
Thoughts of our marriage could not be further,
Jetlagged and weary,
In a strange foreign land,
From our port hole window,
Bright lights...rock silhouette,
Darkness disguising its sand.
Overwhelmed and exhausted,
Blackpool times a...
Friday 26th April 2013 6:01 pm
stains
a random-stitched acrostic. Click on image link for full visual to see photo for text formatting. :-)
Friday 26th April 2013 3:45 am
This is Freedom
We gazed at children so expectantly
and after thirty-two years of that
we’re still fondling my vasectomy
while pondering new ways of losing fat.
She watches re-runs of The Walking Dead;
I’ve got live streams showing Aston Villa.
She’s relaxed as an axe chops off soft heads;
I’m tense and nervous as a Psycho Killer.
She treats cut and bruis...
Thursday 25th April 2013 11:05 pm
Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Los Fresnos & The Rio Grande Valley Festival)
Image: Crossing into Mexico.
25.04.13: 107) Sky's grey same as yesterday
Bird's singin' crossing bells ringin'
Train's comin, progress makin' whole house shakin'
An' I'm usin' the time to capture it in rhyme.
108) At Alan's I'm stayin' baroque music playin'
Music so mellow, on flute, harpsichord or cello
As you may be supposin, I'm sat composin'
Hopin...
Thursday 25th April 2013 9:18 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:
Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (San Antonio to Los Fresnos) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Austin to San Antonio) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Austin Pt 2) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Lamesa to Austin) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Lamesa & The Forrest Fest). | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Austin to Lamesa). | Trev hits Texas again his 2013 tour. (Austin Pt 1) | Trev hits Texas again, his 2013 tour. (Getting there). | Trev hits Texas again his 2013 tour. Pre Departure Days |Days
Days
In the morning she was mother again,
breakfasting gaily on the remaining quarter bottle,
whilst you trekked to ‘the shop’
like a disgruntled wine waiter sent to distant cellars.
Don’t desert me held you hostage in the kitchen,
listening, as she worried at the past, for the first slouched words
that made you want to slap her.
By ...
Thursday 25th April 2013 7:46 am
The Hierarchy of Death
One swan is worth fifty sparrows
Three eagles for thirty blackbirds
and one jackdaw's worth five robins
For swan, read Brit
for sparrow, Syrian
for eagle, read Yank.
Blackbirds are Iraqis
The jackdaw's an Israeli
and the robins Palestinians.
Dead good isn't it.
Dead simple
Thursday 25th April 2013 12:13 am
ON THE BLOCK
ON THE BLOCK
Urban sprawl,
Graffitied walls
High rise flats.
Hooded twats?
City dwellers?
Cocaine sellers?
Eyes on sticks
And cars on bricks.
Everybody’s feeling
The youths are dealing.
Slowly drowning,
Always frowning.
Trying to impress you,
Even oppress you.
They look rough,
They...
Wednesday 24th April 2013 12:34 pm
Also by Pete Slater:
A FRIDAY MORNING BUBBLE | OLDEN DAYS | EASY TIME | SHADOWS. | I STILL SEE | WONDERING | REPOSSESSION DEPRESSION. | LISTEN!! | LAID BARE. | JAEGERBOMBS AND KARMA | HOME SWEET HOME | EASTER. | WELL, DO YA?? |Checkpoint
What if our total experience
is managed by forms that are
beyond our cosmic constintuency?
What if our lives are not lived but
adhered, negated?
Love and rage,
peace and imperfections.
Each of us may well be unreal,
contolled by some future government
or gaming company.
What if our hardware wears out
and leaves our skeleton wan...
Wednesday 24th April 2013 9:34 am
Also by Kealan Coady:
Words No Bigger Than Nails | Blonde Memory |Two a.m.
Starting as a low murmur,
White Noise,
My mood blackens,
Reason detaches itself from me.
That...fuzzy feeling clouds my brain,
Panic pushes all else aside.
Thoughts turn back to home,
Fears I can't speak of,
Getting older,
Loneliness,
Mind traps.
"Things will never change"
I see myself give up,
Leave,
Unable to convey
What ...
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 10:27 pm
Mum's Dream - حُلْمُ أُمْ (العربية /
Mum's Dream
I seek him:
walking, running,
stumbling. My blood-stained feet
refuse to stop,
cannot stop,
must not stop,
searching for him.
In the deep black darkness of the night
I adore him, for death I love him,
look forward to the day I shall meet him,
throw myself between his arms,
put my head on his shoulders and j...
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 2:58 pm
The Blahs
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 2:47 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:
Virus | The Seagull |On Reflection
Tuesday 23rd April 2013 12:55 am
Also by Roger Fizzerton:
What happened, you ask? | Shangri-Cathay Arousal | ♪ An arrangement of notes about three lighthouses ♪ |One Of Us - A Stephen Lawrence Tribute
Twenty years ago,
he is waiting for a bus,
'Cos twenty years ago
he is simply one of us.
But just twenty years ago,
he comes under attack,
Just 'cos twenty years ago,
this teenager is black.
Twenty years ago,
he runs for his life,
'Cos twenty years ago,
racists stick him with a knife.
Twenty years ago,
this firework is far too fleeting,
And so twenty ...
Monday 22nd April 2013 10:36 pm
digger
I will
Form into an black shell
Slime on the window.
Curl an ending
in an air trap
Monday 22nd April 2013 7:53 pm
Also by Winston Plowes:
Never - |COMPASSION FATIGUE BLUES
I was not impressed by the LIKES of that masked thug seen running at a police horse and
punching it in the face - and who was later reported to be receiving "disability" benefit!
...............................................................................................
Spare us your song of self-pity
The world's had enough of that ditty!
The refrain stays the same -
...
Monday 22nd April 2013 3:39 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
St. PAUL'S CATHEDRAL - APRIL 17, 2013 | THATCHER - IN PASSING | LIFE'S A RISK! | OPPRESSORS |Cod Consensus (more Myth-Pricking)
We smelt the piles of rubbish in the street
and read by candles in the freezing dark,
we watched for Nazi skinheads in the park
and heard the moan of Britain's long defeat.
The old paternalism kept us down
in triple-binds of accent, race and creed;
and yet we thought we nurtured hope indeed,
though dreams of aspiration went unknown.
And then the old consensus passed away
with ...
Sunday 21st April 2013 5:12 pm
Dark Night
What of you my darling
My dearest one
What of you within the warm shimmer of day
Fey careless heart
God gifted you dark night
For all your errant swirling dreams to sail
Far away across deep forever running seas
Storm and tempest ever
Tossing you upon some far distant shore
To sleep forever and dream amore
What of you my darling
My dearest one
Wit...
Sunday 21st April 2013 4:27 pm
field
messy field
warning ,
satanic wordplay is at work here
kicking in barn doors laughing
the other day i found out that cromwell got the fa-buck da digged up and hung
information is exciting
being smacked in the face was much better
there's nothing like blood
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
open wide
loyal to demonic activities
get the chanting going
...
Saturday 20th April 2013 11:43 pm
Also by SPACEGHOST:
a note to those without hope Empathic illness. |Requiem for an oak
I thought I saw an execution there.
The fascinated public gathered round.
The cheerful hangmen stripped the victim bare
and built their gibbet high above the ground.
The rope was taut. My wildness filled with fear.
I saw him fall. I heard his final cry.
Yet when the hangmen left I ventured near
to find my fault: I'd never seen him die.
In fact, I think he'd died some years ag...
Friday 19th April 2013 10:45 pm
There is No Such Thing as Society
Iron Lady
Munchkin cabinet
Yuppie winner
House buyer
Property owner
Falkland's hero
Powerful dictator
Our duty
Look after
One's self
Union destroyer
Tory fighter
Killer Queen
Poll tax
Inner City
Culture riots
Police brutality
Shields overtime
Disperse strikers
Miners fall
Maggie rules
Crushed workers
Labour ...
Friday 19th April 2013 4:28 pm
Bone
and spat it out
and for many years it crawled
before it learned to stand
where it said “I will make you now a fresh bowl,
from my family’s blood”
Friday 19th April 2013 7:43 am
Also by Paul Sands:
MQ-9 | Itchy | mild frenzy | I'm working dammit | what crisis? | Cromer | spring billed jack |As She Lay Dying
Thursday 18th April 2013 9:43 pm
Also by Tom Harding:
A Dog Has Died | Day 73 - Spring Was Late |freedom
what is it about lonliness that we are all drawn in to it ?
Ironicly we busy our self just to flee away from unexpected thoughts and confronting our true self
conflicting thoughts screw a way in causing a WAR within , a fire is ignited deep with in
we run away in work , school , shopping anything just to ignore the truth.
Yet when confronted Loniliness is preffered as a solution...
Thursday 18th April 2013 2:33 pm
£10 million for this?
Roses are red
Maggie was blue
now she is dead
they're having a do.
They're airbrushing history
re-writing the past
Big Ben's falling silent
the flag's at half mast.
In a time of austerity
they've money to burn
for the pomp of her funeral
but the lesson we've learned
is they secretly know
she's not loved by the nation
...
Thursday 18th April 2013 10:50 am
Punji.
Champagne water
Cashmere love
Cherry lagoon.
Water bloom.
Blossom dip.
Thursday 18th April 2013 10:06 am
The Language Of Love
The language of love is one we both know, it is in the eyes where passions show, and in the rhythm of the pounding heart, the place where all true love does start...
Love is a language of touch and caress, in kisses that bring out the very best, of communication at the depths of the soul, love is a language that has i...
Thursday 18th April 2013 1:28 am
Black Jack
Mean and moody,
mysterious and handsome,
so they call you black jack,
do you fancy a game ?
Cool as ice,
disinterest in your look,
yet,
I know what you're thinking,
do you fancy some lust ?
Think you'll break my heart in two,
in you I can not trust,
yet,
the passion you've stirred in me,
electricity running through my veins,
ha...
Tuesday 16th April 2013 12:25 pm
We have become a dead grandmother
We are a dead steelworks
We are a dead pit
We are a dead community
We have become a dead grandmother
We are a dead altruism
We are a dead society
We are a morally-dead nation
We have become a dead grandmother
We are a friend to Suharto
We are a friend to Pinochet
We are a friend to apartheid
We have become a dead grandmother
The ...
Tuesday 16th April 2013 11:40 am
Hillsborough
Suspended in the
Silent, stubborn wind.
Rubber was split bent double
Across the pitch
Like an un-answered prayer.
Ghostly, dismantled
Across a sky of open wounds
Substituting noise for silence
Over lepping lane
With fear watching over
The scoreboards.
Memories dismantled across stands
And dissolved into a absence
Half rubbed out
With justice r...
Monday 15th April 2013 8:47 pm
Also by Andy N:
Goodbye Maggie Thatcher |Margaret Thatcher: how I missed my moment
My first and only, indirect encounter with Margaret Thatcher was in 1971, at a demo outside a private girls’ school in Leamington. The “milk snatcher, union basher” – the then-education secretary had introduced some legislation about student unions, but I can’t remember the significance of it now - was handing out the prizes at speech day. Protesters gathered outside the school gates. I was ne...
Monday 15th April 2013 8:43 am
Also by Greg Freeman:
Jones the Voice | The Winter Gardens |Make a date with Pros and Coms
Hi Everybody,
Hope you can join us an entertaining evening of Comedy, Poetry and Live Music this Thursday at 8pm at Vinyl Bar, Lark Lane. Admission is FREE.
Acts Include:
Liverpool Acoustic Songwriter of the Year- Vanessa Murray
Talented Wordsmith – Reece Goldstrein
...
Sunday 14th April 2013 11:25 pm
Stories of Shakey P Review
Charlie Dupre's new CD "The Stories of Shakey P" is a recording of his show of the same name. In it, the lyrical rapper/MC performer takes a swing at Shakespeare (and his contemporary Christopher Marlowe) with a really funny, fast-paced rhythmical wit that sends up the Bard while taking the living rise of out of him.
The first track sees Shakespeare and Marlowe re-imagined as teenaged rap...
Sunday 14th April 2013 4:03 pm
No More Lovers
No more time for lovers anymore,
prefer the wind, the rain, the snow.
Fair weather men,
not for me now,
found love,
that will last till the end.
No more time for lovers anymore,
prefer the wind, the rain, the snow,
no more one sided love affairs,
with guys who don't care,
found true love,
once more.
No more time for lovers anymore,
...
Saturday 13th April 2013 8:56 pm
( excerpt ) In the rain.
Those books, where’s he taken them, who died? Those were my books.
I know what the other two were. Nobody passed, nobody, the street was
like a funeral procession that had failed to appear, the space reserved
but the burial delayed because the coffin refused to enter the hearse.
Again they tried but it would not move. The road is clear somebody says,
we have to go, but the co...
Saturday 13th April 2013 5:25 pm
Traces of you
I have reposted this with some minor changes suggested by helpful contributors to WOL
As I sit upon
This empty bed
White cotton frayed
From nights
That punctuate
This thin veneer
Of wakefulness
I look for traces of you.
Saturday 13th April 2013 4:49 pm
Also by Andy Ainsworth:
Traces of you |Ripples of Detriment
Saturday 13th April 2013 2:28 am
Moonlight, Roses and You
Moonlight - and you
Roses - the scent
Whispers your name
Golden hair, aromatic smile
Tantalizing
Laughter in your eyes
Captured - a gentle bite of your lips - sweet
The dance of rapport
Rhythm, movement
Waves - soft, smooth
Breathless motion
Ocean - lapping, rolling, crashing, caressing the rock...
Friday 12th April 2013 3:20 pm
Happy Endings
This is the story I’m still trying to amend,
The poem I attempt to remember.
The one where there’s a definitive end
Which finishes happy ever after.
Somewhere along the journey we fought
Against not alongside each other,
We should have been battling with ogres
but instead we punched one another.
We might have defeated the slavering wolf,
Feasted o...
Friday 12th April 2013 1:45 pm
Also by Alison Smiles:
Violent Ends |On A May Glory- A Welcome Song
O' sprite full Maia,come attire our lands with your boundless prize,
Of joyful swelling by the natures pleasing bloom,and green surprise;
To sprout a floral bedding round the yards and shades for worthy dales--
For birds to spin their adorned bowers over the dewy boughs and vales.
Hail! to you goddess--deck the forest's lingering beauty,thus come---
Let streams do flow ...
Friday 12th April 2013 1:23 pm
Spring Tanka
A winter bite that
mocks the spring, pincers its cocoon.
A life supported?
Cease one's internal decay,
Even ice melts. Love's fluidity.
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:14 pm
Also by Ushiku Crisafulli:
Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10 | You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9 | Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8 | What if the NHS was one of us? | For Maggie - NaPoWriMo Day 6 | Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5 | Irregular Apocalypse | What do you do with a drunk in GAY bar? - NaPoWriMo Day 3 | PoLieTics - NaPoWriMo Day 2 | Easter Feaster |Ghandi's Racism
Some sources on Ghandi's outrageous opinions about black people:
http://www.thoughtleader.co.za/sentletsediakanyo/2008/10/17/on-mahatma-gandhi-his-pathetic-racism-and-advancement-of-segregation-of-black-people/
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/asia/india/8410318/Mahatma-Gandhi-racist-and-bisexual-claims-new-book.html
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2003/oct/17/southaf...
Thursday 11th April 2013 6:07 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:
April Collage Poem | Heaton Arts Trail |The Tenant
The genial tenant in that cosy room
Has lived there always we assume,
He looks through the window onto the street
Behind the curtains so discreet.
He sits and glances and sighs
With great sadness in his eyes,
Mourning the day that he was born
I found him sad, alone, forlorn.
I sat beside him into the night
He lay with his hands clasped tight,
The years ...
Thursday 11th April 2013 3:37 pm
A HELLISH ENCOUNTER
A HELLISH ENCOUNTER
The furnaces were roaring
With a foul and sulphurous smell
The damned were being tortured –
Just another day in Hell.
The air was full of ghastly screams
And soul-destroying moans
When above the dreadful clamour
Rose some shrill suburban tones…
‘So messy! And so smelly!
And so awfully, awfully hot!
And all you do is tor...
Wednesday 10th April 2013 4:01 pm
Eternal Embrace
I want to wrap my arms around you,
I need to hold you oh so tight,
Protect you through the darkness,
Until the early morning light,
Let me swim in your eyes of blue
And float down the river to your heart,
We are a union of body and mind,
Nothing will ever tear us apart,
Let me run my fingers through your hair,
Kiss your beckoning lips with a passion,
Ca...
Wednesday 10th April 2013 10:31 am
Also by Tom Doolan:
She Shines On Me |Dear Margaret
Published on Poetry24
Tuesday 9th April 2013 2:13 pm
EACH MORNING WHEN I AWAKE
I LOOK TO SEE IF YOU ARE THERE
AND LISTEN FOR YOUR EVERY BREATH
,I RUN MY FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR
EYES OPEN WIDE I SEE YOUR SMILE,
YOUR LIPS INVITING MY EVERY KISS
YOUR ARMS ENFOLD ME
YOU HOLD ME CLOSE,YOUR BODY VIBRANT,
DRAWS ME TO A PASSION I CANT CONTROL
YOUR TENDER TOUCH YOUR SWEET CARESS
...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:28 pm
Also by BRIAN EVANS:
you taught me how to smile | you taught me how to smile | GRIEF HURT |3 gifts for tony sheridan
' I looked in my soul and found you standing there...'
She rides
She rides in the dark of the night,
on her newly broken steed,
lines on her face so deep,
tracing every life she'd ever lived.
With a heart of gold,
and soul of an angel,
she's never been cornered,
being alone,
is her destiny.
Her heart racing,
her steeds hooves pou...
Sunday 7th April 2013 11:57 pm
Docklands
Docklands.
Shiny, shiny, Armani suit
Neat, neat, neat,
20 stone body builder circling around an unconscious man
Tied to a seat, seat, seat,
Private deserted London warehouse
In the muggy night time heat,
A hard slap and a bucket of water,
Then two rivals finally meet,
“You little slag; you try to steal my business
Now your life ain’t so sweet,”
...
Sunday 7th April 2013 8:16 pm
Also by Paul Maxey:
Charlie Blagger |AMERICANO
A shot of espresso
With hot water
That’s Americano
So much larger
If you want to linger
To take it all in
The cup like a soup bowl
Saucer like a plate
Steam rising before me
Strong aroma
Of roasted coffee beans
A soothing blackness
O Americano
How I love you
How I long to feel your heat
And your bi...
Saturday 6th April 2013 6:11 pm
go to the woods (relist)
I stood in the tall mirror
on the border of puberty,
not long before i had learned to see myself.
Glass against foil, a simple trick.
Even though the foil was peeling,revealing itself plain
i believed
in something better
and i looked right in to the point where they say He hides
deep inside the ripples of glass
and i squinted my eyes
knowing ...
Friday 5th April 2013 4:29 am
Synaesthetes night out at Cafe Oto
Synaesthetes night out at Cafe Oto
This is an impression of an impression,
the hyperreal of ketchup in a painting,
a kid’s wax crayon drawing,
a pulp paperback, lurid and lovely,
a pastiche of unstitched pop songs.
This music tastes not of red wine but cold beer,
electronic gizmos sharpen silence,
club cut hair is feather black on cheek bones,
basket weave lantern throws...
Thursday 4th April 2013 10:45 pm
Bath...os
A galaxy is growing in my bin,
whilst comets crash into the Chinese rug,
a blackhole bobs beside the biscuit tin,
and minute moons revolve around a mug.
The white dwarf in the fridge could curdle cream,
spacetime inside the dryer steals some socks,
a wormhole warps the washing; starts to steam,
as pulsars tick-off time like cuckoo clocks.
A silky milkyway sleeps in my sink...
Thursday 4th April 2013 6:12 pm
Also by Charlie Sparkinson:
The Cupboard of Death |Golden Fibs
Start
Move
Progress
Then advance
Slow down the process
Confidence waning, recession
Seeds
Sprout
Black dark
Into light
Unlocks the gene code
To reproduce the next generation
Bud
Leaf
Unfurls
Catching sun
Photosynthesis produces
The raw materials for growth
Wednesday 3rd April 2013 6:12 pm
Prince
You threw me to the wolves,
one chilling winters night,
My only crime was loving you
and being a little out of control,
They tore off my clothes,
scared my face,
left me battered and bruised on the floor,
with no escape.
My defences were weak,
my spirits were low,
I laid curled in a ball,
just wanting to die.
Then he came,
fr...
Wednesday 3rd April 2013 7:33 am
Through different eyes
I look out of the window, with my palm against the glass,
I feel the vibration on the tingleing sash.
Cold air swirls through the gap in the seal,
causeing the rubber to sing at a pitch that is real.
I look out of the window, at the patterns of the street,
twenty four windows, one hundred steps by the size of my feet.
Fifteen gateposts, standing in a line,
houses ...
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 7:50 pm
Crossroad.
It’s so easy when the road is straight, the destination clear.
A simple journey, targeting, the arrival time so near.
Keep a steady speed, no hurry now, relax enjoy what’s new,
After all this time the goal is right in view.
Who would have ever thought you’ld get this far when so
long ago you said, the trip seems so impossible, too many
miles ahead. Yet here you are, the ter...
Tuesday 2nd April 2013 5:35 pm
Citizen's Lament
CITIZEN’S LAMENT
Oh to be in prison now that April’s here.
The council tax is rising
And they’ve upped the price of beer!
The kids want pocket money
The wife wants – well, don’t ask!
When all I want’s a simple fag
And ale straight from the cask.
Oh to be in prison now that April’s gone.
There’s nowt good on the telly
And they’ve built a bigger...
Monday 1st April 2013 7:20 pm
Gerard McKeown - 3:AM Magazine
I recently had a story published by 3:AM Magazine. You can have a read here http://www.3ammagazine.com/3am/burrito-kate/
Monday 1st April 2013 5:54 pm
Entropy Song
The Union man gets up to say that rights he fought for day by day
Are quickly being snatched away. Hurrah the Union man!
He’s calling out to you and me to show some solidarity
And march beside the TUC. Defend the Union man!
The low paid worker makes a plea to call upon our sympathy.
The state affords him subsidy to make a living wage.
When public jobs are privatise...
Monday 1st April 2013 4:49 pm
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