magic
twice nightly
- three time at weekends -
they die
in pealing laughter
- bow to the paltry applause -
in seaside cabaret
it doesn't help
that the false bottom of the cage
gets stuck
so he never knows if the dove is gone
when he pulls the cape
nor that wanda
- real name beryl -
has got ideas of spring in rhyl
and fallen in love with a bouncer
called errol
who do...
Thursday 30th April 2015 11:46 pm
Also by jeremy young:
widow | girl on a train | simple statement | in praise of wb yeats | africa | sonnet of the hanged man | behind the hedge | for a dead child | litter | alernate past | coppery lunch | school disco | please don't say that | spitting in the street | lomographic sound poem | art day | I saw the light - 1 | elliott poems 2 | elliott poems 1 | eli | ennui | dawdling | buxom | bow bell | normal for boys | stonepile | warham fort | dales | paralax | spirits |Divisions
Oceans. Epochs.
Nationhood. Providence.
Ethnicity. Culture.
All divide.
Land. Class.
Creed. Religion.
Status. Politics.
All split.
Resources. Sexuality.
Testosterone. Oestrogen.
X, Y. And Z.
All separate.
If we see the gaps between us
As they truly are;
As significant;
As bonds that actually bind,
Maybe we would not be so blind.
It's easy to blame,
Far easier to i...
Thursday 30th April 2015 10:38 pm
Advice given to a Lady upon wishing to tell a joke in public
How to tell a joke
-Advice given to a Lady-
PREAMBLE- Know your audience Know your subject
PREPARATION: WRITE out your joke in full,
read it aloud many times.
REMOVE all diversions, inconsequential and trivial.
CHECK for confused references.
ENSURE you have a command
of the required terminology.
DO Laugh at other people's jokes
before attempting your own (this is call...
Thursday 30th April 2015 9:39 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Is this what borders do? | Is this what borders do? | Licking |Why Do You Not See Me Burning?
Hoarsely screaming down the barrelled street
night digests the wails I birth
this urgent drive pumps wildly
from crotch through chest to cranium
tears me clean in half
in flames for your name tattooed upon my lungs
Why do you not see me here
burning like this
why do you choose not to see me
burning for you like this
Barely able to draw breath between
the overwhelming thud of my hear...
Thursday 30th April 2015 5:50 pm
Also by Tom:
Kelvingrove Memories | Division Street |butterflies
The butterflies inside my stomach i let them die..
i saw that there was no future between you and i
I can’t change my feelings for you
But I can make them like the way you see me invisible
Hope someday the light in your eyes which burns my heart
Will gimme me nothing at all.no feeling no distance
No hope no resistance
Maybe someday I will look these eyes and they will mean not...
Thursday 30th April 2015 4:44 pm
wallance hunting bastard tartan prayer (4/30/2015)
ye rest not
and do not cry for the departed
the driving rain bears no sympathy
for the spiritually destitute,
nor the broken hearted.
the lost and found carry
the same umbrella
woven with holes
for our hands to do their want and will
as fencers thrust and parry
as a whore simply loved too wreckless
as the drunkard just tries to spin
keeping quartz with a heavy draught of life
a...
Thursday 30th April 2015 1:52 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
freudian slip sheet (04/26/2015) | short n sweet | shared (aug/sept 2013) | Removed the Silver Ring (04/12/2015) | Tiny Tim 0716 | Kimura 1 | First Laugh, Last Laugh | notes 3 | Let's Talk, WoL | Late Night Acousma | speech oil (03/31/2015) | 14/30 (04/01/2015) |BLAZER POCKET
Timetable torn in two
Covered in fluff, grit and
Other unidentifiable residue
Instructs you
Where you should be
Weekday between nine and three
If not held together right
You’ll be going to English class
At midnight
A blue pen in hiding
Has blown its cover
Left bendy and limp
Adding its mark to your
Timetable print
But you will struggle on, I know
W...
Thursday 30th April 2015 1:40 pm
SEEDS.
On sodden streets that drew the glow
of an early-morning café window
workers trod their tired routes
in damp and clinging skirts and suits.
Some peered out from waterproofs
as run-off ran off shining roofs
choking every spout and drain
with biblically persistent rain.
Huddled in the window seat,
broiled in English Breakfast heat,
I broke a yolk with buttered bread
and chewed o...
Thursday 30th April 2015 1:31 pm
Ghost Story II Conclusion
Ghost Story II, my 2015 poetry story for Napwrimo has now concluded.
You can read the full story here
The last part can be read separate here which features a alternative ending from my good buddy Jeffarma aka Jeff Dawson. Hope you all enjoy. I will upload the full story as mp3's tommorrow night here
Thursday 30th April 2015 1:02 pm
Glory Whole
Thursday 30th April 2015 12:07 pm
Also by CathyLCrabb:
Louder Than Words |Close your mouth
Chewing like a cow at its cud
Close your mouth woman
I don’t want to see that green thing chase that brown thing
Around and around and around like clothes in a dryer
Close your mouth woman
How long does it take you to chew?
Swallow, please swallow
And while you put your throat to use
Please wipe the spittle from your chin
Thursday 30th April 2015 10:40 am
Also by Michelle:
Here | Back Rub | Futility | Throwing a love-epee |VALENTINE
Sweet valentine sweet
sickly supermarket love of mine
I will
toast you in roses red
with their vampire's lips and
this card, small mercy
of invitation - welcome to my world
of the consummate dressing of mantelpiece.
I promise nothing and yet
my love for you holds no regret,
nor indrawn breath
with spiritual cigarette.
Wednesday 29th April 2015 8:13 pm
Unsaid you, Unheard Me
Look its cloudy, its rain!!
Wish this drops could see
Our footsie on that bench
Sea-shore is waiting for....
The unsaid you, the unheard me
Ice were that hugs
Or u embraced me really?
Togetherness in the crowd
From that space, erased are we??
Lonely road is searching for...
The unsaid you, the unheard me
U moved on so early
Or Too much!! I held on?
Guess, Love left us!!
Life is...
Wednesday 29th April 2015 4:47 pm
Also by Juhi Gupte:
Silhouette | Ever since I met him | Equinox |Fear
There in the corner of the black beneath my bed
Wednesday 29th April 2015 2:49 pm
Also by Emily Collins:
Sex and Cigarettes |Show me your sad face…
Show me your sad face…
Show me your sad face.
The one you hide from the world
I’ll let you know its ok
I won’t try to fix it
I promise.
Show me your sad face
The secret one you don’t like
I won’t try to figure it out
Or find the answer.
Show me your sad face
Or the one when you cry
Show me the face
Only shown to your pillow.
Show me the darkness
That you hide in the light
Beneat...
Wednesday 29th April 2015 12:15 am
Also by Ged Thompson:
Ether | The Little Flower Boy | A Certain Type Of Fool | Promises Starward |Coffin Ships of the Modern Age
Fading from the News... Issues still relevent... Posted 7 Seconds Ago
Posted on April 22, 2015 by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh
Fading from the news, the issues of refugees, either economic or political dying in the Mediterranean are still relvent and must be kept alive until the issue is sorted.
Its just news, another raft or ship
Upended, ...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 11:33 pm
Also by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh:
Let Death Have For You No Fear |6 Months Later
the dogwood trees
are blooming
their petals
tipped in the silver
of the morning
rain
i'm beginning to like
the quiet again
the shifting hands
of the clock
brushing hours
against my shoulder
Tuesday 28th April 2015 9:44 pm
Also by A.M. Clarke:
Figment 6 | Figment 7 |Drowse
Drowse
When there are no mirrors
I am young again
Sitting in the warming glow
of distant years
The aches and pains
will all be gone tomorrow
The days are long
and never seem to grey.
Parents are in another room
just out of hearing
The T.V has three channels
all black and white
Three meals a day
are sitting on the table
The bonfire smoke
creates the evening dusk.
Another time I...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 7:49 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Something To Say | In The Halls Of The Kingmaker | Carnations |One From My Uni Days!
10am - I peel back my moth eaten eye curtains;
recoil from brash bright light; fight to pull my
security blanket back over my lead head and
snuggle into the comfort of my bed. As the room
around me spins like a merry-go-round (minus the
merry), my head feels so heavy. Suddenly conscious
my tongue is a prune – I long for the tap, I sit up too soon.
The ceiling crashes dow...
Tuesday 28th April 2015 1:18 pm
Duvet
Duvet
I lay under white smothered duvet
Beneath folds and creases
Fighting coughs and sneezes
Until at last
I snooze and creep
Doze and sneak
Far away from the illusive vaunted
Much talked about sleep
That of a dark Calling
Falling
Into a chasm
Into the deep
At last encased and shrouded
Not daring
Wishing
Or wanting to move
Barely breathing
...Monday 27th April 2015 10:48 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
The Truth | There was a time | There was a time | Die tomorrow |DEUTERONOMY CALLS
(As Verger at Selby Abbey one of my responsibilities is to ensure the Eternal Sanctuary candle remains lit. The first two lines are familiar to me so I may have poached them. Suggestions from whom?)
God made the hawk; He made the dove
And neither with a lesser love;
So hence there can be little doubt
He made me let the candle out.
Monday 27th April 2015 9:30 pm
Also by John Coopey:
DAVE DON'T LIVE HERE ANYMORE | BORDERS | Legs | LIKE A VERGER |finally at peace
Just when you think everything is going bad. But then you think? Is this suppose to happen? Is this a test? Because right now im failing. You need to show them your indendence, show them how much you have matured. You are not the same person you were three years ago. Show everyone who doubted you, that they were wrong. You dont need them or their help. Show them that whatever they threw at you ...
Monday 27th April 2015 4:08 pm
Also by michelle hatten:
family problems | sadness with anger |Our voyage
From so long ago
I have sailed
through so many storms
created by my own inadequacies.
And you
my lifes passenger
held on faithfully
no matter how rough
the journeying.
Your beleaguered belief in me
became the star
able to guide us
to a destiny.
The calm waters
of understanding.
______________________________________________
©...
Monday 27th April 2015 9:36 am
A New Beginning
A New Beginning
In this life there are many paths,
some of them may lead you to the past.
It is like a never ending spiral,
Love to me has never been so vital.
Why do I return to the past?,
A thousand years of darkness, I see a light at last.
It gets brighter every step I take,
After all, there is a decision I have to make.
Why are the hardest thing and the rig...
Monday 27th April 2015 12:49 am
Also by Jonathan Piedra Rodríguez:
The Spiritual Battle |Love in an open wound
I sat beside you on that fateful day,
As they sutured your wrists in A&E,
Their failure to keep you safe,
Was no failure of ours or me,
For try as we may to get you help,
Their ears were as deaf as their eyes,
Now we sit..... in our tortured state,
In the hollow your passing creates,
You will always be with us inside our hearts,
For as long as our minds wi...
Sunday 26th April 2015 5:31 pm
Jeff returns to England: May 2015
Hey kids.
Think you'll be in the Manchester area around the second week of May? How about Worcester? Are you going to be in Halifax or Sheffield before that, or London or Wales later on?
If so... come out to one of my gigs. It'll be a laugh.
They're listed at http://www.JeffCottrill.com.
Huzzah and whatnot.
Sunday 26th April 2015 3:25 pm
Trading places
Being in love is different from loving someone,
One's a familiar, comfortable cocoon
Warm and tucked in, like a glass of
Lukewarm milk.
One's a shot of tequila, followed by others
Pure adrenaline, trailing hot kisses
Till your toes tingle.
One's good to come home to
One's good,
Everytime.
Saturday 25th April 2015 12:56 pm
Learning to live, without loving you
You confessed your love for me so soon
Brought light into my dark seedy life
You had my heart, as the stars have the moon
But you've ripped it apart like paper to a knife
I cannot continue this path much longer
For my efforts are always dismissed
I'm weakening where you are stronger
I've been at my knees since we kissed
I beg of you to loosen your grip
Let me go and tend to my...
Friday 24th April 2015 12:09 pm
NOT A MACHINE
~~NOT A MACHINE.
I don’t want to be in a hundred places.
I don’t want to drown in a million faces.
I don’t really know them.
I don’t want to show them who I am.
I just want to dam this increasing flow
Of places, faces I can’t put my finger on.
If I close my eyes they should be gone.
But they linger, hanging on,
Banging on like a spoilt brat.
Droning on about this ‘n’ that,
Like a coll...
Thursday 23rd April 2015 7:17 am
Such Indescribable Hurt
Such Indescribable Hurt
All human dignity is gone,
Shattered into billions of sharp
Fragmented pieces for her to swallow,
And the taste of blood and pain
Like metal that cannot be chewed!
She dreams she has been
Forced through a meat grinder,
Bone and gristle pulped
And oozing contagion
She fears may season all,
And she longs to touch
...Thursday 23rd April 2015 4:15 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
To Rescue Them All |Lymric
In that location existed one junior male person bearing the title James although this was often shortened to an abbreviated form of address,
A person lacking in flesh to an extreme degree,
This juvenile lost his footing atop a small thin broken branch of a tree,
Which caused said adolescent fellow to go head over heels in a perpendicular manner from top to bottom into a gouge within the e...
Wednesday 22nd April 2015 11:45 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:
Sitting On A Chair Arguing About Computing | BRAIN BUGS |Vellichor -(The strange wistfulness of used bookshops)
Bookshop owners are in essence collectors,
Word hoarders.
Suspening thoughts, encased, ordered
And set in space and time.
Booksellers don’t want to part with their collection.
But they'll let you sit and drink and lose and hour,
Scouring the dogged edges of
Space and time.
Tuesday 21st April 2015 10:52 pm
Also by dazzer:
If Cameron Came To My House (audio) | Deansgate Bridge (audio) |When I lie.
There is me...lying.
Not lying like you say.
Lying on the floor, lying like I say.
Begging, weeping, asking.
You carnival figure, you.
You war hero, you.
You champion, you.
One leg propped upon my stomach.
Where are your gold stamps, your badges, your medals?
The trophy you stand on is all battered.
You have laid me out on the floor, the doormat
Withholding the welcome sign.
You roll m...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 9:59 pm
Tick Tock
Oh time! how you pass me by
Tick Tocking away by the day
The years fly past even as we lay
But not much we can say
Tick Tocking away as mama begins to shout
Tick Tocking away as things start to pan out
Tick Tocking away as the hourglass runs out
Some despise your perceived cruelty
or could it be a timeless beauty?
Others delight at your ability to heal what we ...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 3:37 pm
Also by Grace:
What is? | Changes | Beautiful Chaos | Floating |Stout
Stout is the drink that I savour
A glass full of chocolate flavour,
The glass to my lips - What a kiss
Down it goes just like bliss.
The devils liquid I have named it
Joining Camra is the culprit
I buy one more and then I think
Oh! The consequence of another drink.
Oh dear! empty glasses
My how quickly time passes,
Stout, my love another jar
As I make m...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 3:04 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:
A Bow | Ghost 2 | Ghost | A Room With a View |PASSING FEET
Have you ever stood on a city street
And watched the pace of passing feet?
How quick they go as if they dare
Not to be seen to linger there.
Their owners trapped in headlong rush
That takes them to another crush
Of hurrying humanity in its need
To avoid attention by its speed.
How different from the village street
When people pause and actually greet
A passe...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 11:27 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:
TICK TOCK | THE VOICE OF SUMMER | THE PRIMROSE - a re-post for the renewal of Spring! | LOVE TAUGHT HIM |Let me Bleed
No one sees bleeding eyes,
Or the pain and the heartache
That keeps me awake My dreams, all are shattered
My head truely battered
This pain that I feel.....
Is surely unreal. Surely unreal. Pierced my armour
Down goes my shield
Broken defences
Just let me bleed
Just let me bleed One day you'll regret
The things that you've left.....
Wake...
Tuesday 21st April 2015 8:45 am
Also by Mojooohhh:
Brutal is the Beast |Natural Addiction
Love is a drug,
One perspective shifting trip,
Unknowingly stumbled upon.
Now you’re consciously falling.
For a splitting second,
You’re suspended in the rush,
A swift inhale,
Heavy eyelids-
Collapse shut in suspense.
One. Last. Relaxing, sigh-
It hits you.
Their tender embrace,
Exhilaration, tumbling acceleration,
Both induced by the physical materialisation-
Of the innate fear ...
Monday 20th April 2015 11:08 pm
Also by Sharlie:
Silly Mistakes. | How it is |Song For Jean Duluoz
Little Jack, he’s on his own
In the wild American night
Chasing down the mystic road
Trying to keep his star in sight
He last saw Neal three days ago
When he shot his arrow into the sun
Now his magic shirt is hanging down
His mouth is half undone
And the kids in all the mid west towns
Are hanging on his tongue
Jack yawns and gapes and scratches hard
Says “Jesu...
Monday 20th April 2015 9:46 pm
Also by Russ Litten:
Goodnight Colleen | This Place Is Not For Sale | Walk Me To The Station | Atlantic Breeze | Waking Up Too Fast | Weekends | Filming | East Coast Situation | A Heart's Supposed To Last | Do You Think You'll Get To Heaven? | What's The Word? | Carver | Neighbourhood Watch | Thrown Away | The Harpic Brothers | The Grass Won't Grow Till Spring | Unanswered Prayers | Boothferry | Rex Everything | It Is What It Is | monday morning, 10am | Lolly Stick Stuck In Slot Causes Cascade Of Copper | Dean Licked My Balls | Beneath The Flyover, Summer '82 | My Best Friend Tony, Who I Only Met The Once | Prison Song |every night, the same dream
the stink of diesel and of fear which
everyone’s pretending is not here
because if they do not name it, it will not be real
but in the hot bodies of the strangers pressed
around her she can feel
the tension of a panic only held at bay
like sea-sickness, with iron will, good fortune,
muttered prayers
inshallahinjesusnameinshallahinjesusname
they rise and fall, jaws clench and clench again
...
Monday 20th April 2015 7:10 pm
Paragram Chapbook Challenge
Paragram continues to offer writers a wide range of publication ventures. Returning the focus to poetry this year, the all new Chapbook Challenge offers two amazing opportunities. The first is for one talented poet to realise an ambition to publish their short collection. The second will see over40 poets published in Paragram Spotlights, the 2015 anthology.
Paragram will add to the short collec...
Monday 20th April 2015 12:58 pm
Jeopardy
Sunday 19th April 2015 8:20 pm
Also by Chris Briggs:
Put It Away |What if this is all real?
Stumbling with great form,
As ready and stable as any other hungover,
Willfully sick step could be,
I caught a terrifying question
Posed to no one.
"What if this is all real?"
He was a toothless mess,
Wishing he could feel as bad as me.
Longing for the self defeating luxury of excess,
And stuck with piss stained slacks,
Feeling the true bad I thought I was complainin...
Sunday 19th April 2015 11:14 am
WANDERLUST
Beneath this yonder twinkling isle
I laid down for a while;
Amidst this firmamental lea
I saw a pulsar shine with glee.
Soon i ventured into a dream
and saw the lign aloes gleam ;
a foreigner to this lonesome abyss
I savoured every kiss of bliss.
Sunday 19th April 2015 7:29 am
The Thoughts Inside My Head
Do not presume to know
The secrets of my heart
Neither could you hope to understand
The thoughts inside my head
Don’t expect a welcome
As you try to probe inside
For the thoughts that are mine only
Are the thoughts inside my head.
So don’t be so upset
When your questions are unanswered.
My heart is locked and forged with steel
As are the thoughts inside m...
Saturday 18th April 2015 8:18 pm
Also by Steve Higgins:
The Ballad of a Middle Aged Man |Springtime Haiku
Waky Waky haiku
Sleep interrupted
by gardeners probing fork
cringing hedgehog stirs.
Saturday 18th April 2015 12:32 pm
VI. Little Fish
VI. Little Fish
Dive and swim in the pond.
Drift by smoothly, feeling the sun.
Be happy and free with no bond.
Swim and float by because your journey has begun.
Swim my dear little fish
For this is your granted wish.
The bowl feels too tight
It has grown too small.
So I will set you free
Maybe one day you will come back to me.
Struggle against the ripping cur...
Friday 17th April 2015 8:30 pm
Also by Camille:
V. The Passing | IV. Coffee | III. Conquer | II. The Night |Always to Never
Always is a long time
But together its lovely
Constant fighting
Don’t want to be alone
Everyday without you would be pain
Forget about me
Got to move on
Have to forget the memories
I will face what's new
Just move on
Friday 17th April 2015 6:36 pm
Also by Aly Hatcher:
HAPPY | LOVE | (untitled) | Live Long, Die Old |The ghost in the room
I'm a person that i'd never thought i'd be...
All the mistakes that I've made
All the love that I've given away..
My soul has ventured realms no one could ever begin to fathom
and I have seen myself die in many form... now I am the ghost in the room,
a hundred people surround but inside I'm nowhere around...
I'm in a constant search for answers to questions that cannot be answered..
...
Friday 17th April 2015 8:07 am
Also by CodyLoveHateBlake:
Here I am | One to blame | For what? | Left alone. | You can't see.. | Don't be surprised. | Hanging on | I move along! | Think about it. | This is not a phase | Come home child! | I am | Never forget! | An ode to the dog on the side of the road... |Chords of Aberration
An new poem of mine 'Chords of Aberration' has been published on Andy N's Ghost Story II blog.
It's stirring stuff this blog
http://ghoststoryii.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/part-xv-and-guest-poet-10-chords-of.htmlThursday 16th April 2015 11:27 am
on my back staring upwards
from the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider
from the ground
its cracks seem much finer
the paint peels -
minute flags, off-white surrender;
the paint peals -
egg shells of heavy footed plunder...
revelation fall free
on this soul that has been bound
revelation fall free,
release this pretender from the ground
Thursday 16th April 2015 8:34 am
Hillsborough 96
Hillsborough 96
Pissed on
Shit upon
Stolen our pride
Fiddling the statements
Of those that you let die
Gone past the cut of point of caring
Who was left in the pile?
Leaving the ambulances revving
No need to push through
They're only football supporters not like me and you
Conceited and arrogant blaming the dead for dying
Hats off to those who never gave up trying.
...
Tuesday 14th April 2015 7:11 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
THE LAST..LINE | The Thin Thread |Everyone knew but me.
I wondered why that set
Of Mediterranean sky
Was domed between these whirls of weather we get,
Why - through the jibs
Of the low oaks - the sun-shafts
Kept digging me in the ribs,
Why I could feel
The shock of spring seas pounding against a far coast
Vibrant under my heel –
The sudden toil
Of all kinds of coming-alive things
Stirring in the soil.
What was it the breeze
...
Tuesday 14th April 2015 12:52 pm
Monday
Today I woke up like I should've not
Wishing, hoping that it's but a dream
To my dismay it's not at all...
Tuesday 14th April 2015 9:03 am
Also by Clive:
Home | Love | Unspoken | Passion and Determination | Growth |Love
I want love
pure
beautiful
magnificent
untainted
love
I want it
in the depest parts of me
I want it
to crack my bones
I want it
to recreate my soul
I want it
to overwhelm me
I want it
to consume me
I want love
nothing but
pure
beautiful
magnificent
untainted
love
Tuesday 14th April 2015 8:55 am
Easter WoL Collage Poem
A riotous toast to Queen Victoria
the lighter the better, under the table
black dagger stabs my heart
Oh! To be in Anglesea;
so beautiful -
death, rape, law, sacrifice. The more things change...
And still the penny rolls like a sunset
cascading what it simply used to mean.
We worry not, for our lady still holds
the sky whilst she sings.
The anxiou...
Monday 13th April 2015 11:49 pm
Vacancies
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Monday 13th April 2015 4:52 pm
The Glaswegian
He was a dreamy dancer
Articulated moves in exact rhythm
Suavity of interpretation and sinuous muscle
A telling arrow from Cupid's bow
So many years ago.
At twenty the 'eligible for marriage' list is physical dominant
Not necessarily handsome features or a six-pack belly
But the promise of good sex -
And two bodies bonding the beat of music
Is very erotic.
H...
Monday 13th April 2015 12:50 pm
Day In/Day Out
The time of labor start once one clocks in
as the money is important for survival.
Better to have it than being flat broke.
Despite what those on the outside peeping in may say,
this man right here isn't flipping patties for nothing.
For he longs to return to his life back home,
which ran smooth like molasses
then snapped in half like a pair of glasses.
As the infallible re...
Monday 13th April 2015 5:10 am
The Office
It's an eerie feeling,
When it’s almost on you.
Seen it coming, days,
Maybe weeks, months,
Slowly but surely things deteriorate.
Moments of the days, spent
Hoping to remain calm,
Won’t happen today,
Things will settle.
But you want to snap,
Most days it's the stress.
But things get better,
As they always do.
All works out on its own,
And you figure,
'I should have taken a va...
Sunday 12th April 2015 4:44 pm
Also by wrestledwithjimmy:
Bonnie and Clyde | Mother's Helper | She Shows Me | Songs from Troy | The Lady Black |You haunt me
you haunt me
I hear the way you play the piano
I can still feel your hands intwined with mine
the way it felt when you pulled me close
your hands around my waist
I still feel the warmth, the comfort
and when you hold her
pull her close
put your hands around her
I feel it
I feel the sadness, stupidity, regret
but the worst bit is when you look at her
...Sunday 12th April 2015 4:16 pm
Experience
Why do some people think they know best . Have they experienced disadvantages , have they ever Been put to the test . Have they been there done it , and ever past a test . Have they ever had to suffer , or ever been suppressed . How can these people know , or do they ever think . What some people have to endure , and how far they have to sink . And how do we know , what experiance these people wil...
Sunday 12th April 2015 5:56 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Tax Avoidance | Thankyou |that could be me
that could be me
but i am here
and what privladges me to this
what right to life
am i given
that could be me
Sunday 12th April 2015 4:25 am
Also by Cierra Breeze Potts:
something |The Grand National Makes Us Weep
to be a gambler
is to claim to be
a prophet
a shaman
a predictor of
the future
to be a gambler
is to be insane
delirious
mad
because you know
you are right
seer
soothsayer
clairvoyant
fortune teller
diviner
prognosticator
the feeling is
sublime
is perfect
is something greater
than life
until you lose
but even that’s
okay
because you had
that feeling
that gift
...
Saturday 11th April 2015 7:19 am
Also by David Mac:
Public Transport |IMAGINATION
There is one place of total privacy
To which you can escape and hide away
Your imagination. Avoiding piracy
Your fears, for a while; you can alay
Saturday 11th April 2015 6:23 am
Also by Jack purvis:
CHECKY TROUSERS | BOARD GAMES - CHILDHOOD MEMORIES |Kerosene
I drenched myself in kerosene. You struck the match against my heart and watched me go up in flames.
K.W.
Friday 10th April 2015 10:41 pm
Trev does Texas again 2015: Departure Day and Arrival
Image: Manchester Airport used this year as last year I was sent out from there due to LBA cancellation, much quicker and I arrived in Austin in daylight, the first poem in this section was written there too..
04/04/2015 - 13) Journey here ok, not too taxin'
Now sittin' relaxin'
Eatery sought, coffee bought
For breakfast waitin' this poem I'm creatin'
Todays' first score hopefu...
Friday 10th April 2015 12:40 am
Winter Wandering
Wicked, wintery, wind
Recklessly, ravagaging,
raging, roaring
Camouflaged as the colours
of mother nature
Bitterly iced as the most
northern point.
Warning, whining, whistling.
Invisible to the sharpest, shooting eye
Wheezing, wandering, whipping.
Hunched over, woolley head down, shouldering
against the invisible force...
A breeze for the raging wind.
Retaini...
Thursday 9th April 2015 8:25 pm
'til all my breath is you
How have you inked
this palpitant heart?
Well, let me tell you:
Your barbs extend
long and deep and far,
far enough to pierce
skin of my resistance
with needlepoint of
your persistence.
But not only skin
deep; you refuse to
settle for what I
had to offer, deep--
you broke skin and
plunged deeper than
anyone ever did go
pierced right through
very v...
Thursday 9th April 2015 8:16 pm
Fannies
Hello there. Here is a new, ridiculous poem about fannies and the joy of owning one. If you are reading this in the US, fannies means front bottom and it’s only ladies that have them. Oh yes, I have published a real book made of paper; it's called Slightly Wrong, and it is full of daft poems. It's a bit rude. You can get it from Amazon here if you are desperate.
Fannies
Fannies arrive in al...
Wednesday 8th April 2015 7:05 pm
Why Is It I Write
Wednesday 8th April 2015 4:54 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
I Am not a Great Writer |One Night
Syllables pacing like P-Waves swayed in the Lithium light,
strumming on Quicksilver laughter, lovingly lashing the
night. Spinning semantics swirled skywards, startling scampering
stars, as Lyssa leapt Leopard within her, wearing a tsetse fly
mask. Synonyms senselessly searing, sprinkled with Hydrogen
dreams, tasted the Ready-Meal vacuum of Neverland
freedom again. Sentences pendulum swingi...
Wednesday 8th April 2015 3:33 pm
Whitechapel Ladies - new audio
Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel ladies
Oh won’t you come down with me Whitechapel girls
Sing for Mary and Annie and Long Liz and Catherine
Mary Jane Kelly and all of their woes.
Oh when you go down to the streets of old London
The alleys, the rookeries, doss ’ouses too
Remember us ladies who did it for pennies
And never no never for the love of you.
For...
Sunday 5th April 2015 11:27 am
Can You Not?
Can you not?
Your immaturity makes me want to scream!
You ignorance is not by any means
Appreciated. Oh, much woe is me
When your mouth opens to mock and preen.
Can't you stop?
There's no on who wants to hear you say
What you do. You always make me contemplate
Why I even woke up and tried today.
I wish you knew when to shut your damn face.
Let's just not.
...Sunday 5th April 2015 10:45 am
DOUBT
I am your darkness
I am your fear
I am the salt within your tear
I am a stone inside your shoe
I make you think
I challenge you
I am a place you dare not go
I rule your life
I stop the flow
I know you well
and what you’re about
I am your enemy
I am your doubt.
Sunday 5th April 2015 9:45 am
Also by Mitch.C:
THE DROP |Mrs Highcost Says You Could Be Half Your Weight Mr Chocolate Face
Mrs Highcost
Always remembers
Palm Sunday
His sacrifice
For Mankind.
Blooded corpse
Rising from
Stone tomb
Our Saviour
Jesus Christ.
Please ignore
Extra savings
To buy
Half price
Easter Eggs!
Instead fill
Half empty
Collection boxes
Inside half
Empty Churches.
Saturday 4th April 2015 7:04 pm
Me in myCornwall Magazine
At the end of last year I was delighted to be chosen as one of the three local writers featured in myCornwall magazine's Christmas and New Year edition. The article also launched myConrwall's annual short story competition.
Friday 3rd April 2015 9:06 pm
FIELD GUNS
FIELD GUNS
A pair of field guns stand
Backs to the castle
Redundant barrels
Harmlessly aimed
At the high street
A sign reads
'Please do not
Climb on the guns'
As if children
Could pose a threat
To these two
Retired killers
Worn with age
Weary with boredom
Never to speak again.
We stare for a while
Examine them closely
Find nothin...
Friday 3rd April 2015 6:00 pm
Call for Submissions - THE POETIC BOND V
~~Press Release
Date: March 27, 2015
Subject: Call for Submissions for THE POETIC BOND V
Contact: Trevor Maynard, email poetry@trevormaynard.com
Introduction
THE POETIC BOND is an international poetry anthology published in paperback annually. This year the series is entering its fifth year, and expectation is once again high for this year’s crop of poems. Over 120 poets from 17 diff...
Friday 3rd April 2015 3:21 am
Perspective Issues
I spill out the sorrow
Does not mean i'm hollow
The stories that you follow
Maybe the things i already let go
Suddenly it just flooding up my mind
Spreading like cancer that you used to find
I'm writing to catch you up that i am fine
Hidden messages, you will only see the signs
Thursday 2nd April 2015 7:39 pm
A Change of Air
A Change of Air
I breathe in endless purity
And indulge in toxicity
I find guilty pleasure in the innocence
And will never cease an end to sins
A change of air
Or a change of heart
Let me end myself
So that we can start
The catch of the fall....
Thursday 2nd April 2015 5:19 am
Elected
I believe in democracy
What the hell am I voting for ?
Bring on the revolution
Wednesday 1st April 2015 12:29 pm
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