Trev does Texas yet again 2016: Austin 1
Image: David Lester Young aka Ben Franklin, he is the Ben that I refer to in the Poets Three poems
03.04.16 - 19) End of a long flight,
landing always a delight
Luggage and car collected, change of intent
Drove first to the anthology event
Nothing to fear let the motel know I was here
It was alright, I’d be ther later that night
Then we took to the stage with our latest s...
Saturday 30th April 2016 6:29 pm
Also by Trev the Road Poet:
Trev in Texas yet again 2016: The journey out and arrival | Trev in Texas yet again 2016: The Run Up |ALLEGIANCE
I swore allegiance to our Sovereign The Queen, her heirs and succcessors too.
Our Members of Parliament do the same, on behalf of me and you.
So I'll blame and shame those who are busy doing what they do -
Promoting and espousing the deeds and decisions of the ANTI-sovereign EU.
You can't plight your troth in favour of both; you can't be true to the TWO!
...............................
Saturday 30th April 2016 6:15 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
1975 | REFERENDUM CALYPSO | FOOTBALL CRAZY | MY LONDON - Spring | KNOCK LOUD AND LONG | MONEY MAKES MONEY | SEPARATION | CREATURE COMFORTS |Gravity To Thought
Thoughts to writing,
Thoughts to speech,
Are, if you will,
A ball rolling down a hill,
The hill is my mind,
Consciousness is the shovel,
Ideas the furrows,
Ponder one way,
Be a channel,
Lose heart,
Be a hole,
I stand atop the hill,
A spark,
I release the ball,
Expression,
It's path dictated,
Ever dictated,
Carried down ideas pa...
Saturday 30th April 2016 5:43 pm
Also by Lewis O'Brien:
Why I Hate Moths |Scar
Maybe things have been more
Maybe things have been greater before,
But hearts change and feeling too
Why can't people understand when they do?
Didn't have it planned and don't have reasons why
But things have changed and left me so dry.
I don't want to loose the people I love so dear
But what's happening has always been my fear.
I try to back up, give myself some ...
Saturday 30th April 2016 5:37 pm
Also by Paige:
The Past | Need Me Still |Nonsense
Baby otters are wonderful creatures
So I've often heard it said
They brush their teeth without demur
Before they go to bed
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:17 pm
apologize (04/30/2016)
a traitor of a thousand miles, i'll hold you in my shoe
push'd into my heels, step by step
those memories of black and blue
though time heels all wounds, it doesn't unbreak bones
chatter'd open in the breeze and brine
hanging like a laugh, swinging
alien on a face so tragic
painted with mascara, running toward gravity
running toward the sea
sprinting and tumbling and drowning
the wet san...
Saturday 30th April 2016 2:34 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
blacksmith (04/10/2016) | Meconopsis (04/02/2016) |Dirty little butterfly
I want to catch a butterfly.
A pretty little butterfly,
Delicate, Beautiful, curving, intense, vibrant.
But not trapped in a net.
She chooses my rough hand,
Rather than a rich flower to provide for her.
Not a conservative or vain butterfly.
Not one that flutters around you,
But has an aversion to touch.
A butterfly that longs to be admired,
In all her beauty,
Only by me.
To land on...
Saturday 30th April 2016 2:11 pm
Also by Matt:
Tick tock | Bidderbin and Bidderben - Tombo transforms | My little nut | The reason I'm single | The Bag man of Bradford | writing a poem that Rhymes (sequel to Writing a Poem) | Writing a poem | A poem about social discomfort in my first poetry recital | Flowers on a lamppost, dying in the sun | In a moment | Fighting... Who wins? | Back to work | Mates | All The Damaged People | In my head | To the Woman I'm yet to meet | Broken doors | Rebuilding the home | Heterabnormal | Block Me | How to raise kids(warning... Very, very long) | masterdebate |NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Thirty
TOENAILS BLUE
You know
I know that - you’re playing a game
You tell me you paint your toenails blue
You mess with my head - but you stay the same
All night you talk to…? I haven’t a clue
You know
I know that - there is only you
Behind your grin and bear it persona
Sparkling and dizzy - and heady just you
Fizzy like Tizer pop and Corona
You know
I know ...
Saturday 30th April 2016 2:07 pm
Also by Andy Sewina aka Danny Wise:
NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Nine | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Eight | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Seven | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Six | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty five | Day Twenty Four | Day Twenty Three | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty Two | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty One | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twenty | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Nineteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eighteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Seventeen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Sixteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fifteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Fourteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Thirteen | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Twelve | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eleven | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Ten | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Nine | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Eight | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Seven | NaPoWriMo 2016 Day Six | Day Five | Day Four | Day Three | Day Two | Day One |the jackdaws...
...clattered into the pane
like a meteorite of feathered rubbing,
beak and claw ensuring
the whole room lifted an inch before rushing to the window,
now flecked with crimson loss and hairline fractures,
a scream trapped tight behind the teeth of a child.
Saturday 30th April 2016 1:57 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
shard | lord i just can't keep from crying sometimes | early onset | playing games | in a while crocodile | guilt cage | bonsai | holiday in cambodia | cruel sea | playing koi | victory lap | infinite tanka | still life | Haiku: Having cats in Spring | gone |Alone
The wall, grey wall
It sits between the lines.
While the inside fiddles and fusses
Over prospects of the life.
A feeling here and there,
Yet hopeless and despair.
A jumble of the words,
Dancing like birds.
Chirp, chirp.
The words come out,
Seemingly nonsensical.
What to do when life becomes incomprehensible?
After everything that happened,
One stands at a loss.
Unable to toss,
...
Saturday 30th April 2016 9:39 am
Also by Mem:
What art thou? | What am I? | How do I say it? | Revelation | Old & New |KENNY
Ken says to us,
“Why all the fuss?
I don’t understand.
It’s hardly big news –
My thoughts on the Jews and
Their Promised Land.
I simply pointed out that Hitler wanted that too.”
How stupid of you;
You don’t have a clue;
Kenny.
It might have been dead and
All put to bed by
Bradford’s Naz Shah;
She offered MPs
Apologies
And blah blah-di-blah;
We a...
Friday 29th April 2016 9:29 pm
Also by John Coopey:
IT'S ALL OVER NOW, BABY BLUE | GOLDINGS | STAIRLIFT TO HEAVEN | POETRY VOICE | WHAT KIND OF STOOL AM I? | PIGGIES | FALERNIAN WINE |Teaspoon
Tea
Spoon
Rests
On bottom
Eager lip
Not too
Much
Just a
Little
Sip
Sip
Sip
Go on
Silly
Bitch
I’ll
Spoon
It in
Fill
You
Right
Up
With a
Menstrual
Little
Piece
Of me
Friday 29th April 2016 8:45 pm
Adulterer
I could be kind
but when I meet the man
I can't help but think
You are a vile creature
How does your wife stand
to look at you now?
I'm not the best
at kindness, though.
Friday 29th April 2016 8:00 pm
Also by Alan Inman:
Bobble Head | Bound | Cost | Raspberry Wine | Apostrophe Problems | Been There | Bad Mix | Neon | Liar | Big Wig | Common Denominator | Landscape | Slumbering Giant | Isabel | Diner | Paycheck English | No Relenting | Runes | Happy Returns | Press |Splinters
Every day I push myself through this world
Bending and creaking
Ejecting splinters so small
Not even I can see them.
Every month I pull the wiry wigged head
Of humanity's shine to its own bastardization
Closer to my breast
Hoping its nuzzle will be less coarse.
Every pay day it feels soft,
For a moment
Then looks up at me with wooden teeth
And coughs...
Friday 29th April 2016 2:06 pm
Also by Corr Lens:
Pay | Looking to teach a class |words formed at waking
a muttering crowd gathers
'round a well of human tears
they lower dirt-sodden buckets to recover
the wet product of night terrors,
tumult and nascent fear
an ejaculate shower glistens
on the dead leaves and automobiles
while nature howls
then hunkers down in silence
posturing for the next kill
Friday 29th April 2016 1:36 am
Also by nunya:
getaway car |Cold April Days
for blaring into his day;
She is simply happier
when couched in her mumbles of grey
They have their blinkers on
They leave the paths untrodden
While the world chokes out a song
It's a choice that they embrace
They know the Earth keeps turning
At its' baffling, blurring pace
Thursday 28th April 2016 11:17 pm
Also by David Lindsay:
To Fill a Gap* | Measure by Measure | The Bend | Computer Error | The Fox | Keeper of The Heads | Fools Rush In | The Pen | Money |Shades of convenience and ease
All pigs are pigs
all hacks are hacks
Apply this logic
then stand right back
All black is black
all white is white
In the gulf between
you’ll lose your sight
and just might drown
in what you’ve sewn
by dumbing down
all that’s known
Thursday 28th April 2016 7:16 pm
Also by harry:
Rag Doll | The Lion and the Unicorn (from sea to shining sea) | Career development |Heard this happened. Who knows.
They ran wild in woods
Full of bears
And carried bells
And pepper spray
To keep the bears at bay
They knew no fear
The road was clear
Safety a written rule
They laughed and frolicked
And mocked the wild life
with their bells
And hid behind
Their pepper
Until one day
Invited to stay
At a vets on the hill
In weather a
little drizzly
He ...
Thursday 28th April 2016 7:14 pm
Also by mentalelf. Philk.:
Punks and the Dolls. | My Son My Sun | Blaire Peach 1979 | Write now every day. | Cancer Care (or anything else for that matter) | Your Seven | The thief of life. | Don't be the fool. | Dancing in the mind. |The Problem with Grammar
Thursday 28th April 2016 6:31 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Hillsborough ll | Hillsborough | wetting her lips |To Find The Muse
To find the muse I know not how;
As skittish wench or sacred cow.
She’ll tantalise and lead you on,
But suddenly you find her gone
And left you with a knotted brow.
The words won’t come at all somehow,
As gloomily your head will bow;
Though you contrive to battle on
To find the muse.
Those hopeful dreams of verse endow
Your aspiration here and now
For ins...
Thursday 28th April 2016 5:47 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
He Lies In Wait | See Me | Wonky Old Pots | Winter’s Shroud | Donegal Haibun | Spring Haibun | You Lit A Raging Fire | Belfast | Seasons | Urban Fox |THE ROYAL CHARTER
THE ROYAL CHARTER
(Wrecked off Moelfre, Anglesey 1859)
From Melbourne to Liverpool bound
in less than fifty eight days, by sail
and steam the Royal Charter comes
via Queenstown in Ireland and around
the Skerries with cargo of wool and hides
weighted with golden dust and coins
from fortunes made in a far off land.
To Moelfre’s razor rocks on Anglesey coast
a total...
Thursday 28th April 2016 1:09 pm
Love reversed
Thursday 28th April 2016 6:05 am
The Foster Family
I love you and I trust you and just really want to say,
I know you wern't meant to stay by through the long, tiring days.
I love you guys and leaned on you in my times of need,
You protected me and cared for me and made me very aware of my need.
I see my need for family, the loving imperfected whole.
The ones who keep you close, even when you're mad and choose to take a stroll.
I...
Thursday 28th April 2016 2:14 am
Also by Victoria Nicole Jackson:
The Lukewarm |Primitive
Have you forgotten? Oh so easily you forgotten. I am you. I am the darkness that consumes your primitive mind. Wrath,Lust, and Greed that eats the last ray of light in your soul. The carnal need that crawls under your skin. Ravaging your soul as I feast on your sins. Forever I will be the shadow haunting your primitive being
Wednesday 27th April 2016 10:36 pm
Also by Lilly Star:
Affair | Traffic | Earth Child | Silence | Inner Self | (untitled) | Daddy's Strength | Betrayal | Withered | Faded |I WOULD HAVE WAITED
I would have waited there
there under the scalloped canopy
where the firebuckets nestled
where a shadowed door waited too
with its brass handle loose with too much use
there I would have waited too
so that the day could progress
at a pace that suited the sun
in its lazy arc
before the day turned dark,
and the flower bed sprang
and the dusty broom loitered
...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 9:32 pm
Also by ray pool:
PARK BENCH | A VALE OF TEARS | A FIGHT FOR LIFE OR DEATH (the spider and the wasp) | MY LADY | JAPANESE RIDDLES | WIND RISING | YOU'VE NEVER HAD IT SO GOOD | SHE MOVES WITH MYSTIC GRACE | BOGHOLE | SUBVERSIVE HAIKU | BRING BACK THE GHOSTS OF COMEDIANS | HANDGUNS | HUMIDITY | ENTERTAINMENT AT A DEMENTIA HOME | ARTHUR (musical mayhem) | CONSCIENCE | TYPE 2 DIABETES | SNOBS | DREAMFINDER GENERAL |Haiku: Justice
Wednesday 27th April 2016 8:25 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
Lunar Eclipse 28.9.15 | madrugada | Victoria | Bluebell woods | Lukewarm Lover | Haiku: Luminous | Haiku trilogy: Syria | insomnia | Haiku: Skies | Haiku: Sunset beach | Panama fallout | Haiku: Tax corruption | Panama scandal and atrocities of government | SCROUNGERS! | Haiku: Easter weather | Haiku: Easter news |Is Aways Be
Is Always Be
Imamu Amiri Baraka taught, “Is always be,” I’ve interpreted it many ways because I’ve had time to contemplate what it means and why it resonates. “The changing same,” sometimes depresses me but mostly there’s assurance that I’m not the first to face struggles for freedom and self-determination in worlds fenced off from each other with barbed wire. Change like the Mississippi River ...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 6:13 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):
Asphalt Sky |Eternal Grudge
Now you’ve done it.
Now we’re done.
You’ve waved the flag and brought the bull
You’ve been an astronomic fool
I’m just like you
the rage
the fire
In tremulous swell
I warned you once
I warned you twice
I even fucking warned you thrice
But there you go
You take no heed
And now you want to cry and plead
You drew back your arrows
And ai...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 3:58 pm
Also by Shonda Hurley Bell:
Waiting | Tetris | Tetris | Stay | Nursing Home |"Gengulphus" (A diversion)
This is legendary,
Probably.
When Botolph pillaged Burgundy
And stole Gengulphus’ Rod from a reliquary
He thought he was about
Divine appointed
Duty
He planted the naked wand in the precincts of
A long abandoned Celtic chapel
Across the Channel Sea
The desiccated stump
Like Aaron’s Rod
Flourished to a spreading
Yew tree
St Botolph’s Abb...
Wednesday 27th April 2016 4:29 am
Also by Rick Gammon:
"Rachel" | "Chuck" | "Come Dancing" | "Coming of Age in Oxford" |devils
What devils do I dance with
in the darkness
of my dreams
only those of a past forgot
that vanish with my screams.
Wednesday 27th April 2016 4:01 am
Also by JustAnotherPoet:
haunted | upon the stair | where are you? | way up high | it's all over now | destiny | Welcome to my Nightmare | private obsession | antique memory | only at night | War for Peace | the wounded night | little ghost | i won't go | rock bottom |Daft again
I was zooming up the road
The other day
Saw you on the pavement
Walking towards me.
Put the window down
Gave a few loud hoots
Of my extremely loud horn
Stuck my arm out of the window hole, and waved.
Ah! Oh dear!
Sorry if I startled you.
Made you jump.
Gave you a heart-attack.
Wrong person.
A genuine case of mistaken identity.
...Tuesday 26th April 2016 9:33 pm
Also by Andy Smyth:
Suspicion | Not really a poem | Light hearted | Dogs and Truth | Poles apart and fun | Thoughtful (and fun) | A bit of fun | Old boyz in the hood | Downward spiral | Pigeons |Sun Bleached Bones
Sun Bleached Bones
someone put it in the sun
and hoped that it would grow
but others said it wouldn’t
and they were right you know
not everything that’s in the sun
is bathed in warming light
a lot of it is hard and cold
and isn’t very bright
someone put it in the sun
and hoped that it would sell
but right minded individuals
can tell a lie by smell
s...
Tuesday 26th April 2016 4:59 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones | This Is England | The Parchment, The Bullet & The Word | Tumbleweed |Forever
Without her I am nothing
Comparable to Christmas with a light dusting
I feel incomplete
I just need to hear her speak
To feel the brush of her skin,
To feel The warmth of her breath as our lips come to a close
I love her to an extent she'll never know
Young lovers caught in turmoil
Only finding hope in each other
I pray to our God that we're together
forever
Tuesday 26th April 2016 1:30 am
Also by Joshua:
Weathered Friend | My Poen | Cup |Bitter Sweet Dreams
When your in my dreams it's bitter sweet.
I can see your smile
Hear your voice
Feel your touch
Taste your kiss
Smell your skin
But when my eyes open your gone again.
Tuesday 26th April 2016 12:38 am
Also by Sn0w:
Never Ending Loop | Searching | Coming out of shock | Craving | Mike | Without You | Suddenly Gone |Rebellion On High
A two finger salute to reverance
I say fuck to peace on earth
Let the meek and mild rise up
And take paradise for all it's worth
Harmony be broken
Revelation anger filled
I pray angels turn to demons
In none acceptance of what's willed
Harps be smashed by celestial choirs
Halo's smeared with shit
In protest against self proclaimed lords of fate
On glory of heaven I...
Monday 25th April 2016 10:04 pm
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:
Post Frontier |All I Want Is You
All I want is you,
but seems like yo ex-bitch still wants you too,
so what is a girl to do,
you must choose one and boy don't be no fool,
one kiss,
late nights and early morning conversations was all that it took,
I got sucked into you and I couldn't get enough,
time is never on our side,
but on our stick shift adventures,
I'd let you be the guide,
I'm not like the re...
Monday 25th April 2016 5:44 pm
I Am
I am thunder.
I am the roar of the waves,
crashing, suffocating, breathing my howls
into your bones.
Smearing my wrath and power across your
skin
and branding my smile onto your lungs,
a sight that cannot be obliterated.
I am the night.
I am the explosion of stars,
the beauty of the eclipse.
The music of the moon, the dance
of the sun.
The Earth foams with my words
and trembles ...
Monday 25th April 2016 5:59 am
The Call Within
If you live your life in fear
There exists a call you cannot hear
A call for reason, trust and hope
One that will pull you up, and
pull you from the downward slope
It comes from within, and not from outside
And it can flow through you, reaching far
and reaching wide
It is your call, and yours alone
So make sure you listen, and
always pick up that phone
Sunday 24th April 2016 11:58 am
Also by Christian Reeve:
At Least |OBAMARAMA
Oh President Barack Obama
'Dodgy Dave' might think you're a charmer
There to be seen
At the 'gig' for the Queen
So have some of this Instant Karma
Put UK at the back of the queue?
Is that what you really would do?
When it comes down to Brexit
If we stay or we exit
IT'S GOT FECK ALL TO DO WITH YOU!!
(c) Daniel Dwryran
Sunday 24th April 2016 11:57 am
Also by Daniel Dwyran:
BACON BUTTY |Threats No More
I remember when we were younger , we were happy to be alive . Happy to work and strive , just happy . Never insulted in our streets , never spat at and insulted . Never had no go areas , hardly ever saw a gang . Our elderly were treated with respect . Rarlely were we insulted on the roads . Our food we knew where it came from , no chemicals brought in from abroad . We are being Threatened for bei...
Sunday 24th April 2016 8:02 am
Water
Malaria and dengue are among the main dangers of stagnant water, a breeding ground for the mosquitoes that transmit the disease.
Stagnant water can be dangerous with many kinds of bacteria and parasites that spread with ease.
A spring is a place where water naturally flows. Not only do springs come in different forms, but they also come in different sizes.
Water from springs is usually c...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 11:10 pm
The Island
What love what loss so close so long so long
The birds carry on in song
It's an awful walk up
Do you ever get the feeling like you are being watched?
Subconsciously being lured off course?
Everythings not alright on the island tonight
Lifes unfair
Simple
Something is going to happen
But why?
I swear I am a good person
Sence supernatural weirdness in the ...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 10:38 pm
Also by SPACEGHOST:
Earth's Not Everything | Confusion | Thank God I went school, could of just Nearly been banged out there | Clare wants a river to die |The lady of the night.
There's a lady
who's known as the lady of the night.
On the dot of 9-00 she arrives,
with her fiery lips and fiery hips
dressed in colours that match her eyes.
She totters on heels as high as a hand
and makes her way down the street
to the place that she calls her place of work
where her clients know that she’ll be.
In driving rain she'll be there again
as the drivers stutter on b...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 10:32 pm
Also by Ronnie Leek 1:
The Mother. | Boys and girls |seduction
her smell of perfume so seductive..
as she passes by I got addictive..
caught my soul like casting of spell..
a lonely heart where she dwell..
inside this heart you will find a place..
crying eyes searching into the maze..
from darkness to light in this winter night..
like twinkling of stars an illusion so bright..
I left my shadow behind me..
come my angel set me free
...Saturday 23rd April 2016 9:28 pm
Also by sunil sharma:
whisper love | reflections |Rosemary
Rosemary
The smell of rosemary filled the house
It was the aftermath
Of lamb infused and bruised
With garlic and rosemary sprigs
Cut from a garden bush
Reminding me of that which
I love to brush past
The scent that lingers upon my fingers
Something I want to hover over
Time and again like a frenzied
Demented bee
Nectar to my nostrils
To all of my senses
Li...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 5:55 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
In Dickens | The suits |BECOMING INVISIBLE
At nine Steve looks at me and says we may as well begin
and as I was the only one so far signed up to read that night
make my way to the gloomy stage between rows of empty
chairs and empty tables to a lone microphone that haunts
a threadbare carpet.
You start, I’ll round up a few more people. Steve disappears
downstairs to an indistinct moan of voices, clink of glasses,
s...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 2:20 pm
Apposite
Night my heart desired tight-knit And baggy in anticipation .............
Saturday 23rd April 2016 9:57 am
Also by akinnusi daniel:
The Thief Groom | The collection of poems | New Poem |Nothing Compares 2 U
I just heard the news from Minnesota
Location Paisley Park on this Thursday
Early on the morning of April 21 2016
Prince Rogers Nelson passed away
I guess it’s a Sign ‘O’ the Times
When you wear a Raspberry Beret
Delirious you just got to Letitgo
Let’s Go Crazy in America okay
I wish you could Take Me With You
Cause Money Doesn’t Matter 2 Night
When U Got the Look of ...
Friday 22nd April 2016 2:09 pm
Roll on the Referendum
I`m a floating voter
Can`t make up my mind
Which I`m going to vote for
I`m just the wavering kind,
Whether to remain or Brexit
They`re worried where my one vote goes,
Should I stay - or head toward the exit?
I`m one of the great don`t knows.
Now my lady wife is having
The best time of her life.
Because they have to make a fuss of
A floating voters wife.
When they came to kiss the b...
Thursday 21st April 2016 10:42 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:
90th Year offering. | (untitled) | Afterwards...(again) |Goodbye to PRINCE
"Dearly Beloved
We are gathered here today
2 get through this thing called life"
PRINCE
Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
To say goodbye to Prince
Shirley Smothers
Thursday 21st April 2016 8:44 pm
The Armor of God
To share His truth we should be driven
With this His Belt to us He's given
His Breastplate of Righteousness is for guarding the heart
Excepting His love will help us start
We should always be ready to share the Gospel
For that's the Shoes of a true apostle
On the cross God's hands we're nailed
He's our Shield of faith where we have failed
Love is more than having felt it
...Thursday 21st April 2016 7:13 pm
Also by Adam Franks:
He is who He is |Hues of Grey
At such wicked speed must we start our sunrise
With routine comes anxiety for something unexpected,
I in particular, am outpaced and surmise
My spirit has not broken but blended,
Somewhere veiled are the colors of our resolve
An ardent battle to part hues of grey,
Together we fight only to devolve
Heroes are those mending the fray.
Thursday 21st April 2016 6:24 pm
Also by Kyle:
Autumn in Ohio | Rain and Slate |Here
Apparently
time and distance are all you need
time came and went
distance grew farther
yet, here I remain
caught between being there, and being here
Live in the here and now, I say
but, time and distance have a toll
and I must pay
Thursday 21st April 2016 6:16 pm
Snooze
Snooze or not to snooze,
That is always the question,
Everyday without fail you choose
Did I get enough rest then?
There she is lying so peacefully,
So subtly,
You mean the world to me,
Oh my duvet, you keep me so comfortably!
There is another, partner in crime
She is so tender, so fine!
You know who I'm talking about this time
Lady of feathers, she never...
Thursday 21st April 2016 11:21 am
Also by Miten Patel:
Life |Morning work
Rising sun upon the smoke clouds, and you,
Dragged out of bed, out of sleep, traversing
The rising city upon mountains of dust,
Challenge the glare, defy the sun.
Betrayed, the light won’t set upon your face
At sunset, leaving streaks of orange
And pink over the fields, over the city,
But you, expectant and resigned,
Lie on the rug, offering up your face.
Thursday 21st April 2016 10:17 am
Light vs Dark
It's all a trap,
You say just one drink, won't hurt right?
Just one line, I won't do it again.
Just once , I want to try the needle to see what the big fuss is about...
I'll just kiss you once , like you won't break my heart.
Just to flirt with death and heartbreak seems to be an addication itself.
Flirtation, the most innocent form of doing something that will lead to something...
Thursday 21st April 2016 7:40 am
Tribulation
If living for subsisting
or existing to survive
Purpose stays elusive
any sense can’t derive
Going about in vortex
moving at rapid pace
No time for indulgence
in own personal space
Stuck in same tedium
since been on to avoid
On face near amiable
but zest seems devoid
In inferred conspiracy
end's nowhere in sight
No choi...
Thursday 21st April 2016 7:28 am
Clouds of Loss
If I had
one wish
then it
would not be
for a kiss,
but to look
into the storm
of your eyes again,
and listen.
Katypoetess 2016
Wednesday 20th April 2016 9:22 pm
Also by Katy Megan:
Cacophany in the Second City |Escapee
Wednesday 20th April 2016 4:30 pm
Also by Helen:
Nature's Forecast | Hung | These Streets | A Mother's Love | The Has-Been Poet | On Top! | Easter Bonnet, Sonnet |Ring of Roses Haiku (re-post)
Crisp within her vase,
dead red roses on display;
fragile in the light.
Lack of sickly scent.
Seeing beauty in decay;
brittleness deflects.
Look but do not touch,
your fingers are forbidden;
petals turn to dust.
Floral deviance
delighting in senescence;
ring of rosy death.
Wednesday 20th April 2016 2:40 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:
Arrested Development Haiku | Dante's Cat |This is the Beginning
This is the beginning
Of a story with no conclusion,
A tale of souls, lost,
In search of a solution
A tragedy, a comedy,
A loop that never ends,
Same mistakes, made over,
'Til we all can make amends
In this vicious circle,
Few find their peace inside,
Hidden in the chaos,
Unseen by the naked eye
At a point along the journey,
The Way may yet be shown,
All the answers will come c...
Tuesday 19th April 2016 10:27 pm
An apology for probable Friends
I apologize most solemnly
To every sick,
Son of a bitch
Who evoked in me
A desire to diminish
Their assets and accolades,
In the groove of
An undulating adolescence.
Forgive me, friends
It seems to me
I hated you not
For what you had
Or the things you achieved
But for the guardian commemorations
That you received from you folks
And mine too.
Whi...
Tuesday 19th April 2016 7:27 am
From The Light Into The Dark
You stand before an empty horizon,
The silhouette of the trees running sharply across the bottom of the sky,
Eyes fixed on those soulless, black shapes in the distance.
Your gaze wonders up – slowly. The sky transforms before you
From the light into the dark.
The moon hangs – trapped in the dawn of engulfment,
The ground beneath you is dim – stretching to meet the light.
...
Monday 18th April 2016 7:38 pm
Porridge
Porridge
In the morning
make sure I calculate
precise,
Flat packet grains compress
into calibrated measure,
To be levelled
then dispensed,
With milk added to twice the degree,
Stirred,
Placed in microwave,
A minute of vibrational rotation.
Stirred,
Returned for half the spell of time.
Withdrawn,
Stirred.
Seed topping on the milky mass,
Insalt...
Monday 18th April 2016 7:21 pm
Caught in the Spider’s Web While Cupid Shoots Arrows in My Head
You’ve gotta help me
Please
I know
I know
I know
There is something wrong with me.
It's an illness!
A disease!
But it's not,
It's foolish
And everyone
(excluding sociopaths)
Gets caught
In the messy web
Of the venomous spider
That is called
A crush.
God,
I have a crush.
I need help,
But his hair has these lovely curls,
He’s...
Monday 18th April 2016 3:18 pm
Also by Poetryum:
Apocalypse | The Real Me | Mirror | Boat | With Her Graces The Shoemen Fell | Highs and Lows, Frogs and Toads | When The Light Dies And Darkness Thrives | "Are You Okay?" | My Hero |The better evil (revised)
Intimidated by political tugs
Prone to insert in one's mouth
The nose of a loaded gun
Or suspend a plastic bottle full of water
On males' reproductive organ,
Devoid of freedom of expression
Also denied to his right and
Deplorable condition drawing attention
Shunning his God chosen land,
What is more a bright and warm country
Under the sun ,a journalist dreaming began
Fighting al...
Monday 18th April 2016 2:27 pm
Recipe For Angela
(someone asked me the other day what it was that was keeping me so "well" because they wanted to bottle it to give to others....this is what I came up with)
A little pinch of madness to compliment a smile,
A tablespoon of strength to walk on another mile,
Mix in a little courage so you can win each fight,
This is the key ingredient so you must get it right.
Find a pen and ...
Monday 18th April 2016 1:32 pm
A Crescent
A picture I saw on a patch of wall
Dust and dirt hid the edges, the frame faded
The shades of black, setting the tone.
Reminded now of this grim sight
When walking home in the early hours
Lights blazing from bungalows, the never-sleeping
The cul-de-sac stretched and warped
Through shadows on the green.
To stay and keep vigil by the postbox
A solemn red flecked with peeki...
Sunday 17th April 2016 11:43 pm
Ghost Story III (Part 16 and 16B)
Part 16 (A)
Broken inside out
The man in black
Waited outside central library
Hands lined deep
Inside his pockets
Until he nearly gave up
And went home
Smoking cigarettes
Repeatingly in a broken loop
Until another man
Turned up
His face lined
Like a rowboat
Coughing frantically
Knowing that their meeting
Would affect
More than
Just a few lives.
Part 16 (B)
Late...
Sunday 17th April 2016 4:38 pm
Also by Andy N:
Ghost Story III (Part 1) |Thoughts
It is an anti-climactical relapse into the repression and suppression of life. You'll be on a cloud of positivity held in the captivity of optimism. And then as if your minds been hit by a tun of bricks that indicate the euphemism of the candidness of reality. As you get older you realise that the higher you climb the further it is to fall, so you get indecisive between the fear of failure and the...
Sunday 17th April 2016 4:27 pm
Phantom Pubic Prowler
Train cancelled late for work again
standing close handsome charming clean cut
come to bed Mr smiling eyes
offering complements fully responding body tingled.
Embarrassingly flushed sexual attraction causing distraction
felt desired and flattered absolutely taken
both adventurous wanting more exchanging numbers
asking Was it for a date?
Why wait lets board empty c...
Saturday 16th April 2016 7:00 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Unrehearsed and Raring To Go |Crawl
Farewell seems much too painful
Body's weary, alike soul
Craving warmth of no other
Bringing hope into the crawl
Losing ground beneath thy knees
Gravel puncturing through skin
Warm hands become colder
Hope is wearing thin
Saturday 16th April 2016 3:26 pm
Also by Ande Norvel:
blissfully shut | (untitled) |Changes
the mountains
are growing
green again
i know the bend
of your hand now
daylight gathers
into a slow burn
and i am not ready
for sleep
Friday 15th April 2016 8:55 pm
Also by A.M. Clarke:
Summer Poem |Chicken sandwich at the Langham
I had a chicken sandwich at the Langham
I eat it until it was all gone
It was posh sitting there in the Langham
In 1991.
I had a chicken sandwich at the Langham
And although it cost me several arms & legs
It felt good sitting there in the Langham
And it made a change from Greggs.
Friday 15th April 2016 4:10 pm
Princess
Why is my heart indigo?
What could have been became what could have been
All else failed and crimson became me
Was not acquainted with lost before I meet you.
Could not imagine this disdain that inhabits me before I lost you
Felt your warmth from her warmth
Kissed your cheeks through her skin
You gave me life then lost yours living me at indigo
Living me at this cold empty ...
Thursday 14th April 2016 11:49 pm
Also by kimafia Jones:
Awaken | Dance |Flowers mark the spot
Flowers mark the spot
Once fresh
Sweet scent
Since faded
Brittle petals
Tied to the railings
Marking the spot
The shrine beside the road
For the passing world to see
Never forget
Never allowed to forget
Sun-bleached photo at it’s core
Decaying flowers surrounding
A reminder for the careless drivers
Too busy pedestrians
Texting as they walk
...
Thursday 14th April 2016 8:46 pm
Looking through other people's eyes
Only one poem in and already one packet of jaffa cakes gone! Is this normal?
Thursday 14th April 2016 3:24 pm
Flying My Birds
I fly the birds around this place
We chat amongst the trees
The wildlife up in this place
Contains a rainbow breeze.
The truth rises to the top
A quiet frozen mountain
I fly my birds up to the top
To chat and to surround it.
Discussing the monopoly,
Folks with greed in mind--
I'm the messenger of truth
Sending my birds to fly.
The Greed-ridden dictators
Own...
Thursday 14th April 2016 5:18 am
Self Surgery
Whatever remains
The sense of me
Leaves are slain
From an autumn tree
They shed away
From my reach
What was okay
Now obsolete
My form elapses
Moments, they leave
I battle for a map
But I cannot compete
I am nothing more now but montivagant
An older version of myself a monument
Thursday 14th April 2016 2:58 am
You'll know when it's over
You'll know when it's over. You'll feel it good and well in your heart. But if you're really over him as he is you, you'll want to see him happy, and that's okay... we grow apart. He will no longer look at you as if he sees the sun in your eyes. You'll more so just be something, someone, to pass time. You won't feel love through his fingers as he grazes your lonely skin, but more so, a Strangers h...
Tuesday 12th April 2016 1:35 pm
THE LIVE I WISHED TO LIVE...DON'T LEAVE ME!
THE LIVE I WISH TO LIVE ...NEVER LEAVE ME!
I CRY TO GOD
WHAT HAVE I DONE
DAY AND NIGHT I NEEL YET BOWING DOWN
WHAT HAVE I DONE
HOPING TO GET AN ANSWER...
EVER SINCE I STARTED MY PRE SCHOOL
HE WAS THERE FOR ME
I HAVE AMBISSION TO ACHIEVE
TO LIVE A SUCCESSFUL LIVE
THE LIVE LIFE WHICH WILL OPEN THE DOORS FOR EVERYONE
OH LORD NOW I SEE CHALLENGES THAT I THINK I W...
Tuesday 12th April 2016 1:34 pm
Modernist Modern
I say i'm connected
Connection is really subjective
Subjection can't be content
Contention could be projected
Projections are generated
Generation is defined
Definition is not limited
Limitation to this connected
Generation is really subjective
Subjection to my projected
Contention is limited
To my connection.
Monday 11th April 2016 10:25 pm
April 2016 Collage Poem: Riddles
Kerb crawl halt for furtive pleasures:
"I hope it's better now"
Icy as a boarding school shower
In mortal mind and nerve
A riddle is told...
What could it be no matter how I think
It is the wrong guess again!
Leaving you dumbfounded
Encoded in parrot-like movements
For April Fool's Day jokes
From day to night
Lost in Dickens, tonight is the best...
Monday 11th April 2016 10:24 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:
'Splash' - Inspired by 'Lakhota' by Doug Broadhurst |Life's Own - Ill
Life’s Own - Ill
What World we could write,
If we valued all life,
A tenacious understanding
To protect all that’s living,
Be a human worth being!
Then what of death?
No longer a morbid curiosity,
But the celebration of what had chance,
What breathed and gave fruit,
What lived by the Sun, Stars and Moon.
What is here and now?
L...
Monday 11th April 2016 10:23 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Apocalypse Song |Humanly emotions
It's funny how a human body
can get when its in a stage of admiration
how silly we become as humans
that senseless smiles
and bougers giggles
why do we need affection
the longing of someone in
your arms or next to you
the thoughts of illeterate things
and all the useless, uncertain desires and hope
how do one person look at another
and simply ge...
Monday 11th April 2016 8:57 pm
I'd like you to like me
I'd like you to like me
and I'd like you to know,
Id doesn't like me and Superego doesn't know where to go.
I've planned a trip to where the tulips grow -
find a vein, push a plunger, let the psychotropes flow.
I know you don't like me
and we've nowhere to go.
Ego doesn't know what to do and Id has hate to sow.
I'd like you to, I'd like to oblige you to throw
away m...
Monday 11th April 2016 2:32 pm
Battle of One
To the death, we say,
Breath licked with flame, spits to my face;
His face.
Racing temples pump furious blood
Through ferrous veins,
Manes rise, eyes blister with relentless rage;
Eventless.
Then, clenched fists draw clotted blood
Through plum knuckles.
My neck buckles,
His neck,
Cracking bone like tinder,
The interweave of puffed ribs and scarlet skin
Glisten with fetid sweat;
I rea...
Monday 11th April 2016 12:02 pm
Also by Simon Austin:
The Moth |Idea of Being Me
I want to break free of your rules, labels, presumptions, assumptions and all your boxes
I want to feel free, have the wings without being hurt!
I am not a rebel,
I am an echo of my voice, my endless notions, ideas and dwellings.
I see the paths, hues and vengeances...
I still paint while the colors deceive...and so they do to all!
I see the broken hearts, the griefs and success
...Sunday 10th April 2016 2:25 pm
Downtrodden
When young you had a beauty
But you were born poor
So you will eat cheap food as
Your family can't afford any more.
You'll lose your teeth early,
Prematurely age,
Eek out an existence
On a minimum age.
You’ll be old when you're young,
No matter how you try
Downtrodden and disregarded
Until the day you die.
And generation come
And generations go
...Sunday 10th April 2016 1:23 pm
Did "Like"
I can honestly say thatthis is a pet hate of mine. i do not have many, thank goodness, but this really gets me going.
Dis “Like”
There’s a little word I love and use,
That recently is being abused.
Out of context, it sounds absurd,
Miss-usage of this lovely word.
I use it when I want to say,
That things are nice in every way.
It’s also handy when you see,
...Sunday 10th April 2016 1:07 pm
Also by Dusty- Kennedy:
Did "Like" | Two Tribes | Dotage |Reading for Southbank Poetry magazine
I'm reading on 6th July at The Poetry Cafe for Southbank Poetry magazine
Will post full line-up on here when I know it.
Saturday 9th April 2016 11:44 pm
Also by pauline sewards:
Satellite of Love |Tonsil Wonderland
Frankie and Johnny, post-War adventurers
Will go where programmed masses never dared before;
'Man, we're gonna do it! Let's live with resolution;
'In fifty years there's nothing anymore.'
Saturday 9th April 2016 10:51 pm
Chewing Gum
Chewing gum
To console myself I eat a kipper
with a slice of bread and butter,
the morning spent in a bit of a dither
waiting for the telephone to blether
my hearts not in it and I prod kipper
around my bowl, the skin and bones of it
and the phone didn’t sing, so now I’ll receive
a letter explaining how grateful they are
how they wish me luck and when I say butter
I mean margarine ...
Friday 8th April 2016 1:57 pm
The Little folk
At the end of the garden,by the big old oak
Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,
Is a dwelling place for the little folk
usually mistaken for butterflies!
The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,
a soft green carpet under your feet.
It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,
the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!
You see, they are cautious, and da...
Friday 8th April 2016 1:40 pm
Democracy HuH!!
"I did not rob the bank, I was only driving the car"
"Okay you are obviously innocent then",
" you are free to go"
"Mr Cameron".
Friday 8th April 2016 12:28 pm
Also by PatricioLG:
Overwhelmed | From the ground up |The Hitman
It was an accident waiting to happen, although it hadn’t happened yet.
The kerbstone had shattered and it just needed one person who wasn’t looking where they were going. But everyone seemed to be looking where they were going. Especially the postman, who would comment on the kerbstone whenever he avoided it.
The severed foot of a small bird lay in the gutter near the kerbstone amongst the l...
Thursday 7th April 2016 5:22 pm
Ghost Dancer
We danced to Cuban rhythms
Late into the night
I twirled my skirts in girlish glee
Giggling in delight
My heart it started pounding
As you held me tight
I waited for the kiss
That would bring me back to life
Then
Brutally it struck me
At the stroke of midnight
You were just an apparition
Your kiss turned into frostbite
A phantom on the dance floor
A cruel trick of the light
Yo...
Wednesday 6th April 2016 11:25 am
Counting Sheep
Counting Sheep
Tick followed tock followed tick followed tock
Like the mechanical heartbeat of Big Ben's time clock
Except this one is small and its wrapped round my wrist
Mechanically timing every toss, every turn, every bodily twist
And as it ticks and it tocks it’s giving me strife
a metronome counting down to the end of my life
But the second hand doesn't tick it gracefully sweeps
ar...
Wednesday 6th April 2016 10:56 am
Who am i?
Who am I?
What is the real reason as to why i cry?
My mind is at a loss
I feel like my emotions are turning to stone
and im becoming comfortably numb
I just want to be free
and see all i can see
I dont want to be locked up with my thoughts
because the same questions race through my mind
"Who am i?"
They all seem to have the answers, everyone but me
"you'r...
Wednesday 6th April 2016 9:31 am
Childhood Friend
I wish I can be that crazy kid again,
who used to jump just seeing mountain chain from train.
I consider my self fascinating & lucky,
As I could watch shows like Johnny Bravo and Buggs Bunny.
This was the time when I had not smartphone & App.
It was the time when I could sleep in my Grandma's Lap.
I remember school rickshaw used to pick me at seven.
When I could have fun with my buddies...
Wednesday 6th April 2016 7:26 am
In the spirit of Leona...
In the world of tax (and tax avoidance)
watch what we say, not what we do.
It's not levied on the likes of us:
it's only meant for you.
Monday 4th April 2016 5:40 pm
She sailed into the suffering seas
She sailed into the suffering seas,
Just like she through the mist sees.
Her heart lurches at the hint of land,
All she pines for is a heap of sand!
Ages since the smell of green,
And the familiar taste being only winds.
She's withered by the sea now,
She knows not to differentiate senses how!
But she's alive, it's enough it seems,
For existence is her only ord...
Monday 4th April 2016 8:00 am
The World's Coat
The World's Coat
The world's coat
has a zillion buttons made of stone,
has pockets
deeper than the deepest Ocean;
with its collar pulled up
it reaches beyond the death of stars.
Its fabric can cope with hurricane and hail,
sandstorm and snow;
it can brace your sorrows and your fears
of no tomorrow.
The word's coat is lined with silk from all the silk worms
that ...
Sunday 3rd April 2016 6:16 pm
The impressions of fingerprints
Pressed against the transparent barrier
Filled with urgency and
Quiet desperation to break
Through and be enveloped.
Bending, waving, beckoning
Trapped within, redundant and
Nostalgic. You breath through
Your skin envious of the
Swathes of white in the sky.
Your desires shifting alongside the
Diversities of nature.
Th...
Sunday 3rd April 2016 2:41 pm
Also by Stephanie Gomez:
(untitled) |Scratching Beard, Holding Head
Scratching Beard, Holding Head
Toing and froing getting little things done
Lazing around watching daytime TV
Temporarily caught up in the glitz and the glamour
Classic literature sitting on the shelf
Waiting to be read, I remind myself
Time flies by imperceptibly
I Scratch my beard and hold my head
What was it? That needed to be said
Was it correcting the la...
Sunday 3rd April 2016 1:29 pm
Heaven
A Catholic priest crucified
On Good Friday
Children blown to bits
In Lahore.
Home to the Shalimar Gardens,
A piece of pink Heaven on the bloodyearth.
Built by the Mughals to celebrate God
In its marbled, mosaic mosques:
It celebrated the Hindus and the Buddhists
Who'd moved into the future
Keeping their close hold onto the past.
It celebrated the Christians an...
Saturday 2nd April 2016 10:25 pm
If Cameron came to my house- Live at Evidently
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xplwWdyScOM
Saturday 2nd April 2016 5:06 pm
Also by dazzer:
The Costa Coffee-live at Evidenly |My Muse
Hearts - beating faster
Temperatures - rising
Eyes - shining bright
Because
Anticipation - almost too much
Closeness - never too much
Happiness - just being together
Friday 1st April 2016 8:45 pm
Some Small Whisper
Some Small Whisper
I bumbled through life,
And I had no real aim,
I set myself one goal,
To not play the game.
I never took prisoners,
I counted no score,
I ended with plenty,
And want for no more.
I’ve food and I’ve transport,
Two dogs and a chair,
A home in the country,
A fox needs his lair.
With nothing resplendent,
I dress as I plea...
Friday 1st April 2016 7:17 pm
One Step Closer
Come one step closer
that's all I ask
Just close enough for me to Reach
Touch, and Experience
your foreign, yet familiar face,
Recalling unique sensations,
in desperation
I fight for the part of you
that is mine...
rightfully mine
Cease your frolicsome avoidance of
my existence-
which is...
God's creation behind concrete walls
that overshadow desolate, bar...
Friday 1st April 2016 5:32 am
Uninvited guest
I have a little visitor
An uninvited guest.
He's clever and sly
Hard to catch with my eye.
He comes out in the dark
A mere shadow, so quick!
It's hard to tell
What mission he's on
When he scuttles around,
Silently but with purpose.
In trying to find
Where he's chosen to hide
It's a challenge too far for me!
I left him a note
A notice to quit
...Friday 1st April 2016 12:43 am
For you - in winter
I.
In the hour of not-quite blue
your long, lean, lithe form,
your back,
finally at rest,
next to me.
My hand finds
the soft, silent curve,
the indent of your waist,
and slides
gracefully
seeking its place
wrapped round your masculine pride
like an infant’s grasp
holding on
because
II.
You are not a guardian angel
but you protect me:
...Friday 1st April 2016 12:09 am
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