Regular Occurrences
She suffers with her dreams.
In the shipwreck, there's a limpet
on the rudder. Holding fast, that's all.
Becoming fluent is painfully slow.
And as normal as split ends.
She suffers with her dreams.
Upright as a queen,
she's all that makes me king.
But lain beyond the grey boundary
she's prey to envoys from the years,
muttering ballads fraught with discord.
I hold fast. She suffe...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 10:10 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
In The Stocks | Flash In The Pan | Haunting The Boundary | Championing The Unlikely Hero | My Little Discovery | Lines To Copy | We, The Uneducated | Situation 1 |Dark Mystery
He can't remember what she wore that night, or her name
But he can retrace every step he climbed to where he knew she waited,
The stipples on the cool iron rails sliding through his hand on that warm summer eve
No hint of sweat in his palms as he approached, relaxed, calm, sensing rising tension
He stopped, almost at the top of the steps
There she stood, his invocation, his inv...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 9:58 pm
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:
Insignificance | 15 minutes of Sonnet 25 | Doors | Most Maligned | Quote Unquote | Bears | But for you | Fleeting persistence | House | Watering Can | Borders | Walk on part | Tribute | Born in the shadow of a mountain | Black Confetti | Caledonian Secrets |tanka ?
Loftily I ride
Gliding slowly through my mind
Lost thoughts I will find
Tangled like a ball of twine
I grab one end, pull, unwind.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 8:35 pm
Also by Lisa C Bassignani:
Things To Do Today | TANKA | tanka | SINKHOLE | Don't Sell your Soul | New Friend | A Tractor's Wife | Lisa | And the Mouse Said... | In the Closet | The End is Nigh | Open Mike Night | Eggs | Write or Wrong | Walking |SNEEZATHON
The sneezathon was quite an affair
with every sneeze recorded there.
To be eligible and part of the fold,
everyone had to be full of cold.
For safe excretion tissues were issued
allowing for bursts and repetitions,
every excretion counting as one
and carried on 'til day was done.
A scoreboard was put up for all to see,
with a tick for every discernible blow;
...Tuesday 30th April 2019 7:21 pm
Also by ray pool:
THE BEST CURE | ON VINCENT PRICE | FORGOTTEN DREAMS | ON MUSHROOM HILL | GOTHICK | LEFT BEHIND | ON GURNARDS HEAD | NO ARGUMENT |Happiness is about..
Happiness has to be about
Feeling alive in the miniscule atoms of moments..
Happiness has to be about
Chasing rainbows even across the clouds decadent..
Happiness has to be about
Creating ripples of pleasure in the ocean of misery..
Happiness has to be about
Dancing in the twilight, rapt in each other's discovery..
Happiness has to be about
Losing oneself in the rhythm divine..
Happ...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 7:17 pm
Also by mona s:
Senryu - Little did I know.. | Reverie | Tanka - Mesmerised | Fantasy | You would never believe me | Memories | The Soul | The Tree | Twilight | Growing apart | What Dreams are made of.. | Nonet -Frangipani | Fragments | Pregnant Blue | The Portrait | Magic | Clouds | Pleiades - An enchanting valley |The Steely Minded War of the Fragile
With a kiss the steely minded
War of the Fragile - ends
Leaving both sides victorious.
Woven finger hands
Further proclaim the treaty.
Exhausted are the fallen.
Enthusiastic are the risen
Over the end of their derision.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 7:14 pm
A SPLIT LIP
A SPLIT LIP
It’s only recently I started to ask myself
the reasons why my upper lip is split –
initially just a narrow, shallow slit but left alone
to care for itself and so to slowly stretch and grow.
I don’t pretend to be one of those who claim
the right to tease for human frailties.
I too may look too long in a mirror and do not mock
others for asking some trusted f...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 6:45 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:
BACK FROM A DREAM | EASTER MUSINGS | MUSIC DOWN THE MORGUE | GETTING USED TO IT |Feel it real
Feel it real
Tuesday,30th April 2019
The past is to forget
and not let
to ride over the mind
and find nothing
If it was dark
and stalls the good start
it has to buried
but never to be lied
I feel sorry
but don't make others feel
and sympathize
with ann intention to oblige
I have withstood the pressure
but reassured
that I shall st...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 5:32 pm
Also by Hasmukh Mehta:
Ungrateful human being | Cruel man | Women are ready | All the years | I loved her and | (untitled) | The torch is on | Dearest couple | Immeasurable happiness at home | Wipe the tears | Human touch and | Even if offer | Writing on my part | A FLORAL TRIBUTE | A human feeling | A human feeling | Off the guard | No demand in love | Fulfillment theory | Show to none | I want to marry | Tolerant economy | A slur on humanity | A slur on humanity | Curse on us | Life is fight | Heavenly touch | Smile is style | Freedom exists | With the destiny | In the time of | A man without | Love's spell | With a resolve | The honest approach | Ultimate end | Bring in secret | Life, like flower | At midnight fear | Can't bear | I feel sorry | Love -only weapon | Slavery-a sacred bond | Towards humanity | No betryal | Even if I am denied | The blood color | Make him flee | Win her heart | World has moved | You are crazy | At the disposal | Hellish experience | Love and depth | Keep mind clear | Great poetess in inaction | In tears and | Let no one think | I ponder | At great distance | No room for | Sorry feelings | Life not barren | Find poetess here | Life is less | Decent death | beauty of life | Someone comes closer | Peace undergrond | Trespass once | You have set | Poets are dead and not poetry | Rise like sun | True sentiments | Fool's day | I feel your name | Real poet and magician |Dick & Jane
A writer of words
must be clear
it's not what you say
but how you say it
Dick & Jane
went up the hill
is perfect
it tells the story
two main characters
describes the where
and why
simple but to the point
see Spot run
Spot was the dog
I like my poetry
like that
things don't have to be
so complex
that no one und...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 3:35 pm
Also by d.knape:
The Tree That Was | The Roofers | Trolls | The Boy In Him | Broke-Down Poem | Sunday Afternoon | Easter Eggs | Restaurant | Sleepy Head | Emojis | The Time Before | Lasting Love | Free Speech | Autism Rhythms | Laughing Gull | First Ride | All In A Day's Work | Grievance Industry | My Life | When Bluebonnets Bloom | Unsolicited E-Mail | Crime Story | Ghost Town | MAN IN A TRUCK | Earnin' Their Keep | Discovery |Journal Entry 1
Chiedza: Reflections book launch 29/04/2019
So many emotions going through my body. 27/04/2019, the day I’ll never forget. Preparations taken, money invested, roads travelled, tissues abused by my overjoy tears and moments of reflection, frustration, fun and all things in between. A road well-travelled. So much learnt and appreciated, loads more to be grateful for, what can a girl wish for.
...Tuesday 30th April 2019 3:14 pm
In the Light of Love
In The Light of Love
As dust the mirror, smoke the fire,
All is hidden in fear and desire.
As I lie here in bed, feeling darkly oppressed,
It is merely the tombstone that lies on my chest.
And if now I feel sorrow, or longing or rage,
At least my heart is awake to the bars of its cage.
For if there is longing,
It is longing for that which can never
Ease the longing.
And if there is...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 2:44 pm
Also by fitzroy herbert:
The Apprenticeship |Immortality Methodology
Immortality Methodology
Always remember -
endings are new beginnings.
Here’s to the future,
where an ending waits for me
while my words live forever.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 2:31 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Phantoms | Nunquam Iterum! | Sonnet 91 In The Age Of The Slow Departure | Jimmy Is A Ghost | Why Do They Call You Summer? | A Rose By Any Other Name | Nature's Banquet | Girl With Tear | Monday Morning - 9AM | Chelp | AmericaZ | Elegy For A Ghost | Down At The End Of Lonely Street | From The Attic | Martyr | Raising The Standards (With Banners Held High) | The Turning Of The Tide | Vesuvius | Grit | heatwave | A List Of Things We Buried In The Garden | Blue On Blue Contact | Simple Pleasures | Manhattan Morning | The Parable Of The Wolf And The Lamb | In Memoriam | hide and seek | Time To Decide Patsy | Recipe For Disaster |Simple Pleasures
Simple pleasures,
a joy to find.
Simple pleasures,
lifelong treasures
serve to remind
how we find
simple pleasures.
Tuesday 30th April 2019 1:05 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Ilkley Moor | A Poem | Legacy | Winter’s Chill | Flea Market | Rain In Spain | Floodplain | In Tune | Gone | Silence is…. | NaPoWriMo | Irish Logic | One More Bacon Butty | Come Away With Me | Táim sa Bhaile | Erin go Bragh | Soft Day | Reasons To Be Thankful | Every Day? | Older | My Souvenirs | The Big Question | Getting In | Summer’s Day | Wedding | The Match |Against
Your boot is pressed against my neck
While you peer into the horizon,
A beautiful symphony of warm and cool colors
Creating a mesmerizing dawn.
My gasps of anguish are muffled by your song.
I don't know how to get to my knees,
Let alone stand, but I'll try.
My face grinds against the ground
Attempting to make sand of stone.
You press down harder against my neck.
The pressure is astoundi...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 11:54 am
Rite of Passage
Half-dead, wrapped and sealed in a dusty cocoon
Half-alive, I can feel my senses slowly awakening
And I hearken the wide world outside beckoning
It looks as if I am to hatch and break out soon
I will squint a bit in shock to the incandescent sun,
stretch my sore muscles and my brand new wings,
then I'll come find you my doted love, my only one!
Coyly I'll whisper to you all...
Tuesday 30th April 2019 10:58 am
Also by Mae Foreman:
To Forgive Oneself | Quintessential | Bleak Era | A Thorn In Joy | Girl's Letter To The Beatle | In a Dream | Starchild |Burning words
Too many of those that love the most
Are dead
Son. brother,
My lover says those Christians and Jews
Who deny the elasticity of their belief
Need help remembering.
I don't know about much these days
Just the stupidity of sticking to life
When all you do is accumulate days
In a savings account labelled 'fear'.
Before the Reformation
It had always been...
Monday 29th April 2019 11:51 pm
Also by John E Marks:
A persistent geography | The wise man knows himself to be a fool | These missionary times | Janissary | FIELD THEORY | SHADOWLAND | EASTER 2019 | The Unspoken | The ghosts who sell memories | An Airy nothing | After the genocide | Good Friday | The drawing of a torch | The long genocide | Love in a police state | Teenage Dreams | Blue-remembered | In the dread of night | Stippled sky | Another day | Entanglement (Verschränkung) | In commemoration of the fall of Kōnstantinoúpolis 29 May 1453 | Why Brexit? | METEMPSYCHOSIS |Fashion victim
Monday 29th April 2019 7:59 pm
Also by Phils Words:
Slam | Station to Station | Loose change | Mood | Station to station | Write some poetry !! | Let the madness out !! |Death
“Risk is what it means to be human!” she cries.
Her words fall on deaf ears like lies
Why oh why
Would we want the surprise
Of dying in an age
Where death is no gilded cage?
Why would we need a society
In which there is more tragedy?
A deathless life
Akin to strife
She chuckles wryly,
Intones calmly
“Death is what gives meaning to living
And in expiring
Fi...
Monday 29th April 2019 6:52 pm
Also by Josie Harris:
Feminism | Love | Tiny |LETS ALL GO BACK TO THE 50's
LETS ALL GO BACK TO THE 50’s
Come with me to the 50’s, when
Men were truly men. The
Beer was cheap and fags cost pennies.
You knew where you were back then.
Let’s all go back to the 50’s, when
Women all sat in the Snug. And
Knew their place when they got home, while
Men gave their forelock a tug.
We weren’t really poor in the 50’s, we
Were all in...
Monday 29th April 2019 4:23 pm
Also by trevor homer:
POETRY NIGHT | PERMISSION TO SPEAK |Chemo Session 4
One day I shared a 'chemo session'
With a gentleman and a nurse's station.
We two patients were privileged to have beds
Facing each other across the small room.
The chap had his wife by his side as I had my husband
Both carers calm and solicitous, totally supportive.
His wife set up a small station by her chair
Holding a tray of assorted 'goodies' and drinks
Either s...
Monday 29th April 2019 3:49 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Last Chemo Session |LIKE
LIKE
like to leave
things to fate
be surprised
by what awaits
if you're into karma
might accept a date
like the
heat
lying on
a beach
if you like
the sun
might be
the one
don't like
the dark
rooms cold
or stark
if you like
it bright
might be
mister right
like sitting by
the fire
swinging on
a tire
if you like
no shirts required
might be my
heart's desire
like a
c...
Monday 29th April 2019 3:32 pm
Also by cindylee loucks:
LANTERN | NEVER ALONE | BEHIND THE SHINE | WEARING EGG | HEAVY BAG | HOLLOW VOWS | KNOW EVERYTHING'S OKAY | RISE N' SHINE | BURN BRIDGES | DO NOT WEEP | DANCE HALL | 9-1-1 | OPEN STAGE | RAINDROP | TOTAL SUM | BACK IN TIME | CHAMP | BELLE |Senryu/Hailku
darkness withers too
The echo of your footsteps
they are immortal
You reach for the sun
And lose sight of the moon
Consumed like a moth
A different world
Moonlight shinning through
Your open window
Monday 29th April 2019 6:54 am
Also by DESMOND CHILDS:
Tanka ? | Mind | Senryu 1 | Wind Birds | Three Senryu (I think) | Crimson | The seer | Ballad of the Willow |REFLECTING
what you think
is how you feel
what you say
makes it real
control your thoughts
and your mouth
so life has a chance
to romance you
--------------------
blue is a primary color
so are red
and yellow
on their own
they are pleasant
mixed together
they become amazing
--------------------
seems like happiness
likes to p...
Monday 29th April 2019 6:12 am
My Fifty Second Birthday Treat
The total candles on the cake, numbered fifty-two.
I couldn't extinguish fifty-two flames no matter how hard I blew.
The heat became tremendous as the flames grew higher & higher.
The birthday treat turned from a cake into a ball of fire.
Once all the wax had melted, the inferno then decreased.
I could tell by the looks on faces, that no one wanted a piece.
Monday 29th April 2019 5:34 am
Also by John McDonough:
Cheap as chips |I do Ron Ron
Well for the sake of the story,
let’s call him Ron
Didn’t meet him on a Monday
nor did my heart stand still.
Just a good old fashioned,
uncomplicated relationship,
oops sorry, meant complicated
We were in love, (or so he told me)
I was the only one for him (the lying b......)
He made me feel so very special
(you have to fake it sometimes)
We were an imperfect ...
Sunday 28th April 2019 11:44 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Rhymes and Reasons | Mistaken Identity | Save Carrington Moss | PLANS | Mothers Ruin | It would have happened anyway | Recipe for Disaster? | Build the Wall! | Memories worth Forgetting |Between A Blue Night And Dawn
Two lovers traveling
two lovers
meeting in the East
Their affair
was letters inked
and photographs
Now here embodied
will they know what to do?
She wakes him one morning, saying
'let's take a boat to an island
let's rise above the Bangkok smog'
Bike beneath them spluttering
her arms knitted around him
they race from bay to beach
chasing the burning sun
with hair wet and smi...
Sunday 28th April 2019 11:44 pm
Also by Tom:
Remembering The Garden | Highbury Fields |ME AND MY BLADDER
(Please forgive the singing, for which I should be shot)
Me and my bladder’s
Always full and needs the loo;
But then what’s badder
It’s just a dribble shooting out askew.
So at 12 o’clock’s my first golden shower
The next’s at one, then every hour.
My lousy bladder
Won’t let me sleep one whole night through.
Me and my bladder’s
Hostage to the prostate gland;
...Sunday 28th April 2019 11:39 pm
Also by John Coopey:
THE RED WHEELBARROW | NIGEL FARAGE | I WALK THE LINE | VAR MAN | WRITE OUT LOUD WOMEN BLUES | A TRIP TO THE DENTIST | CONFESSIONS OF AN ADULTERER | SLIP SLIDIN' AWAY | SON! SON! SON! | SON! SON! SON! | FUCK THE NHS! | ME DAD'S CARS |hope is all i have
I will rise,
The chaos in me finding balance
I will glow
Inner peace will fill me
And prosperity will be all i know
For tomorrow is unknown
And hope is all i have to keep me going
No more restlessness
No more demons
For yesterday will be long gone
Watch and see the days passing
See the wounds heal as time passes
And believe tomorrow is better
For hope is all...
Sunday 28th April 2019 10:41 pm
Take me
Take me to the rooftop
And let me see the beauty
That for so long I’ve been unable to see
Take me to the rooftop.
Take in a breath of air so fresh
I come alive again
But soon decay with pain
Take in a breath of air so fresh.
Take me to the edge and let me feel the thrill
Adrenaline means my heart rate elevates
But soon that feeling dissipates
Take me to the edg...
Sunday 28th April 2019 10:18 pm
"LAST CHAPTERS OF POST GRADUATION AND THEREAFTER"
With two stressful years.. we happily passed three semesters of our Post Graduation with academic pressure, hostel pressure and doing everything together wala pressure.. which pressurizes our brain like a pressure cooker..
Three months left to leave this University..going to be a post gradute after few months.. still feel like a wild child running away from homeworks and tuitions..not feel...
Sunday 28th April 2019 7:30 pm
"Tanka You Very Much."
Poetic Elvis,
Always had the common touch,
Rotating pelvis,
And gyrating at the crotch,
"I tanka you very much,"
Sunday 28th April 2019 6:58 pm
Also by Jason Bayliss:
Tempus Fugit (short poem) | Ownership | Inevitably Ours | The Three That Let Us Be | A Little Rain | Where Twilight Sleeps | Cruel Mistress | Whispering Night | The Door Of Naked Souls | Not Without | To The Bone |Death To The Sour Patch Kid
Whenever you think about me do you cry
Because I think I've lied to everyone
I'll tell everyone I'm getting over you
We all know I'm just a now now song
So tell me you fucking hate me
So throw me down the well
We all know it's good for you
Simple text will be swell
Don't ask me to come back please
After September I won't be able to
You want me gone well I'll get that to you
If six f...
Sunday 28th April 2019 4:48 pm
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
Discomforting | Diluted | Firefly | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 3) Space Cowboy | Firefly Winter | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 2) | Words of The Waiting Man 30 (Final Chapter part 1) | Lonely Heated Killer | Words of The Waiting Man 29 | Panic Attack 4 | Hey There. | Mirror | Concrete Rose | Dumb Soil | You Won't Survive This Addiction | I Only Got A Job To Buy Her Glee |i don’t belong to you
No privacy
Stealing pieces that belong to me
When you come home I pretend to sleep
Not feeling at peace a little uneasy
Consumed by the fear of leaving
-Micro possessive it’s the little things that send a big message
Saturday 27th April 2019 3:15 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:
Same feelings |A barricade
Keeping pace
While they fail
To stride ahead,
Felling down
They opt to be
A barricade.
Saturday 27th April 2019 9:14 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
Fishing in troubled water | There is a rat to smell |Hollow
She lives in the shadows
She does not recognize her reflection
She cries without tears coming out
She feels love with no heart
She is fragile enough to be broken
She believes with no hope
She is hollow
Saturday 27th April 2019 7:59 am
Also by Chloé:
Plateau |lullaby to a waterlily
good night
sweet flower
withdraw your head
sleep
beneath the stillness
of these waters
awake
young again
awaken
new
open
to the golden light
of morning
~
Poem #542 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.
Saturday 27th April 2019 6:18 am
Also by Frank Prem:
Flock #70: under the sky | Flock #57: the sky won’t tell |Where the sea meets the sky.........
At the end of the world where the sea meets the sky,
there's a small strip of land where the mermaids lie.
Where they chit and they chat, or play and have fun,
and top up their tan in the midday sun.
Now it's rare to see a mermaid, and you may never again,
so to see a whole shoal is a rareness x 10.
But this is what happened, or so it is told,
to a young keen explore...
Saturday 27th April 2019 2:45 am
Also by Wayne McLellan:
A turkey in sheep's clothing |You want a writing tip?
Get cheated on
Fall for somebody who can’t love you back
Have a breakdown/ a depression
In an abundancy of lack
Set sail upon a voyage
On a prison ship of demons
Your hands chained up in rhymes
While they keelhaul all your reasons
Drown yourself in sorrow
While you’re swimming for the light
Evaporate the line that divides
Your day and night
F...
Friday 26th April 2019 8:23 pm
The One
At first sight, I temperate
I couldn't stand it than concentrate
The figures aren't eight,
But I appreciate
I knew she is the one
I changed my gait
My thoughts I demonstrate
So, I articulate
There wasn't time to cast lot
I was already hot
I knew she's the one
I have to do more
The price larger than a gate,
My thought is on fate
While awaits tryst date,
I make the mi...
Friday 26th April 2019 8:07 pm
Also by Kporho Raphael Oyeke:
Quest | Goodbye |The Quality of Mersey Poets reading at Waterstones Liverpool One
The Quality of Mersey Poets read their Odes to our great River at Waterstones Liverpool One on Thursday 25th April. A big thanks to everyone involved.
Next gig; Wirral Festival of Firsts at West Kirby Arts Centre on 12th May 5.30pm.
Friday 26th April 2019 3:14 pm
Star Scran and Honey Madness
flat on your back on the carpet
breaths long like oceans whirling
the sea moves through you
heart a lung of stars
Quartz thoughts replenish
strands of peace
a feast has many faces,
horned or haloed, energy everlasting
gulp your fill
seek the spark of angels’ burning
effigies of dreams from Lyra
kiss the quiet
unconditional light and the cosmic tickle
of stars like pins and...
Friday 26th April 2019 2:28 pm
Also by Kealan Coady:
The Darkness of Aquarius is Knowing | my They is not the same as your They | Symbnomatopoeia | Retrocross |Who say's I cant be happy
Who says I can't be happy all the time,
If they do it is such a crime,
They said I was wrong being in paradise,
But this was only said by people who are as cold as ice,
My mind was calm my heart was pure,
They gave me medication they said would be the cure,
But in a very short time, it made me unwell,
And then in an even shorter time they sent me to hell,
The misery was so deep I thought i...
Friday 26th April 2019 2:01 pm
Also by Pip Thomas:
Good soul | Only the mighty will thrive | Party time | Search for your goal | Make self control your goal | Set out at birth |Democracy Died
Democracy died in the Senate chamber
When Supreme Court justice was never heard
Through a guileless force of legal obstruction.
Respect for law fell like old holiday garland.
A complacent nation did not demur,
Thinking true fascism could not recur,
Power transferred to a political poseur.
A complacent nation watched it’s legal destruction
And Democracy died.
They quickly forgot what they ...
Friday 26th April 2019 10:15 am
Also by Randy Horton:
On Perusing a Dictionary of Modern English Usage as It Pertains to Suffering | Poetry and the Cross-Pollination of Artistic Platforms | The Best Way to Grieve for a Child | On Bodily Autonomy and Geriatric Femininity | The Burdened Bookshelf as Will and Representation | The Impact of Utilitarianism on Unsuspecting Feet | The Magic and Mystery of Ministry | On the Disastrous Art of Losing | Texas Tornadoes and the Power of Prayer | Life, Love, and Leaving in Livingston, Texas | On the Destructive Power of Measureable Learning Objectives | If Gratitude Were Horses, We'd Never Fear A Stampede | Accepting an Infinite Regression of Causes | On The Odd Quality of Trumpets in the Mist | The Distinct Challenges of Hyperfocus | The Unintended Consequences of Complimentary Behavior | The Unreasonable Demands of April |A mother’s gift
The marks on my face hide their own stories.
Some are happy, some steeped in worries.
You, my Heart, beat out of my ageing cage.
Write your story my child, turn a new page.
Friday 26th April 2019 7:15 am
My Love
Let's take a moment to reminisce.
Look into my eyes and speak the words you have within,
Express yourself to your deepest core,
Speak until you feel you have no more words...
Let me know how you feel.
My heart skips a beat,
Before it begins a rhythmic dance,
As I gaze into your eyes,
Into your soul,
With so much love it aches.
I am home whenever I am with ...
Thursday 25th April 2019 10:10 pm
2
What we think is lovely
shapes what we think
is not.
What we think is good
defines the bad.
Life defines death.
Long defines short.
High can't exist without low.
The Spirit-filled teacher
sees clearly,
is not trapped
in the pull of opposites.
She teaches
with her mouth shut,
nurtures others
with non-possessive warmth,
setting them free.
...
Thursday 25th April 2019 10:01 pm
Also by Fernwood Press:
Tornadoes | Pig on trial | What I Don't Want to Hear | Close to the Ground | 71 | My father's gift | The day before the croquet match |women contain multitudes
She climbs the ruins
Of the same old city
Where not a single heartbeat
Has been found
In the time running out.
I let loose and rise upon
The sacred fields
Where the feral moon
Howls in the
Morning mists.
For a brief eclipse
Of two women
One shines brighter
One lurks in the shadows -
Beyond this terrible earth.
Dirt crumbles
From ...
Thursday 25th April 2019 7:51 pm
Also by Mila F.:
for you and your girl | women move mountains | fearless | maybe i bloomed | orchids |Unpopular Music
Song made from a former poem of the week. Click link for video. https://youtu.be/kugcGV7UQ5g
Thursday 25th April 2019 5:26 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
Dinner | The Middle's Dropped Out | I found his library card the other day | Deep Fakes | first impressions | tiny mammal strategies | Conjugating Needs | Neverlook | acknowledgements | In Absentia | $9 | Playing Adults |Baddies
The thought’s the baddie – truth cuts, reality bites
but the blade’s now dull, the teeth worn, the maw weakened
through over use, in eager, demented mind-gnaws.
Paranoia nurdles into your head, lying,
makes-believe pain awaits, humiliation traps
the brave, forcing hunker-fear and isolation.
Your thoughts won’t happen, reality is not that:
seek and find, ask and recei...
Thursday 25th April 2019 1:10 pm
Remember
If I forget…
The slow blissful days filled
With miraculous nothings
Are with you
The light hand reaching out
To whisk me from the dark, cold places I sometimes live in
Is your hand
The names, the dates, the places, the faces
And finally, fatally,
You
Like my father before me
Please know
I am not me
And letting go
Is not treason
Wednesday 24th April 2019 10:12 pm
Also by Jeannot:
The burning of one's church | The possibility of a garden | Let me tell you | Listen | Correspondence | Waste of time | Coming back |The Last Rose
On a snowy day,
In a dimly lit street,
An ailing girl, utterly dismayed
Perches under the canopy of an enormous tree.
Looking heavenward,
Her eyes well up a little.
Perhaps she’s waiting for a special someone,
But all that comes to her are snowflakes, frosty and brittle.
She tears the icy veneer of the earth
With her gloved fingers.
And buries a white rose b...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 6:39 pm
An eye opener
A journey through wilderness,
I emerged from the shadows .
Leading to a new world ,
Of love , life and living .
An unknown comfort ,
Of sound,touch and sight .
Unknown emotions ,
Of possessiveness, dependence and satiation .
Flying high with new light,
In your hand is mine.
A smiles that never ceases
With you by my side .
When with you,
I n...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 6:10 pm
Hopeless
If home is where your heart is
what happens to a homeless heart
whose situation is heartbreaking?
Heartless are the actions of those
who have caused such heartfelt sorrow
and should indulge in some heartsearching
to mitigate this heartrending state of things
saving the wanderers great heartache.
Otherwise a homeless heart might cease
to have a heartbeat and become fatal...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 5:51 pm
Also by Jennifer Malden:
Old age | The little girl |Divided City, Divided Land?
Divided City, Divided Land?
In hope, the Peace Bridge spans the majestic Foyle
Although the sectarian divide is plain to see
Since our time there, it's difficult to imagine
the tragic events that hit Derry City,
or Londonderry depending on your allegiance if any
The death of Lyra McKee, on Good Friday of all days
has rocked the city to the core
The loss of Lyra, a child of the peace pr...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 5:33 pm
answer
when they begrudge you and call you a curse
with sly smiles and subtle words
what right have the shadows to prevent you?
my love will be an axe a scythe a flame
and you will dry your tears in the sun...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 12:46 pm
Also by nunya:
transitions | animals | mirrors |she stood still
sometimes i wonder how we got to this point
a point where you wonder whats the best
a point where you want to restart and forget
because i thought we're doing our best
giving all the love we have left
but look at us now,
one has left and doesnt have any regrets
and the other one stood still, full of questions.
shes waiting, waiting and reassuring him that she believes.
...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 11:12 am
Ending
I want it to be over
The voices in my head
Telling me to end it
And let go of everything I’ve dreamt
I want it to be over
The feeling that I’ve dread
The endless loop to stop
I don’t want to be afraid
I want it to be over
I want to start again
This time no voices
This time I’ll put an end.
Wednesday 24th April 2019 1:10 am
Also by Ana Dobrev:
Guilt | 5am |Her Self Love
Hi, she said with one big sigh, the day was difficult and she held in her cry
She was shy but always found her way with the bad guy who always liked to lie
Wishing for something new b/c she wanted to finally turn the blind eye
On her cycle of men; realized that it was her making herself feel this way, she was high
On the fact that someone was always there but still felt lonel...
Wednesday 24th April 2019 1:07 am
Murmurs of love
The touch of heaven
A feeling that no one feels alone
Is deep within this heart
What can only be adored
All around the world
Only four words that means more
Is love only that can bring us near
Whenever darkness looms around
Fog of cries and rain of suffering spreads beyond
There and there only a hand can give the strength
To fight all that away
To stand ...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 8:49 pm
Doors closing
Love
a term I seldom use
Summer clothes
Packed in tight
Memories
A voice declares
"Doors closing"
Faces stilled
Such quiet
hushed phenomena
What would our ancestors
make of this crushing
closet?
Strangers allowing strangers
their Intimate space
Expelled air
The body's breath
A nervous cough suppressed
A weary sigh
eyes meeting
...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 6:57 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Shoes | Love cannot ride a bicycle | These shoes are made for wanting |WITHIN LIES THE SIN
We live with sickness despite moving on
Beyond the ignorance our ancestors looked upon
And accepted as being a part of the life
They lived - praying that they might evade the knife.
But even today with human knowledge increasing
By the hour...by the day - via research unceasing,
It makes me wonder if illness is like a sin
Caused by our folly - from without and within.
...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 4:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
FAKE FAMILIARITY | PROTEST | REMAINER AND LEAVER | CONUNDRUM | GROWING PAINS | BAD TO VERSE | REMEMBERING THE REFERENDUM PARTY |I address to the garverment of my country
You, morons, with the wood brain,
Sawdust your heads contain,
Listen to me, you damn bloody fools,
Lift your asses from the stools!
Go! Toddle of hobble to do good deeds!
Grow fruitful seeds!
Moderate your own greed!
Find out what people need!
Feed the children and old men!
Heal the children from cancer and then
Build the roads and give the gas!
I want my country to be superclass.
Eno...
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 1:24 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
It's good to be a woman | Everyone chooses for himself ... | The Burning Cathedral |Colour - Black
Although you are
in essence an absence
you are always deliberate,
mysterious and silent,
a shadow following,
a shade from the sun,
impression gives colour
but you remain intact
with none.
Tuesday 23rd April 2019 10:50 am
Also by Jon Stainsby:
Monsters in our midst | Unholy Communion | From a sedentary position |End of the World
I breathed in the cold and hardened my heart,
I flew with wings made of bone and crystal tears
I walked in a desolate gallery of unknown art,
And shouted with impudence in spite of fears
I bound my sorrow tightly and didn't let it squirm
I laughed at the silence just to hear a voice
But shuddered when the dark answered in return
Should have stayed silent, now regret my ch...
Monday 22nd April 2019 11:05 pm
A Journey Forward
A Journey Forward
I do not fear being carried aloft
with all cares cast aside with me enwrapt
Sprinkled with holy water to cleanse
with clouds of incense to uplift
My departure will be as silent as time spent
to fly on the wings of angels to him who sent me
No regret shall accompany this onward journey
only the bells that ring the memories of times past
Farewell mor...
Monday 22nd April 2019 5:40 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
Write out Loud | This Friday | A New Fabric | Writing | I met a Lady today..... | ora pro nobis | The Harp of Summer´s Joy | Born a Criminal |think back/pink black
i am idiot young and
in the back of the car
i close my eyes just so
the light of the sun
between the trees beats a tattoo
behind my lids and lenses
and that is all I want to be
just then - isolation
pink black pink black pink black
a heartbeat from 8 minutes before
Monday 22nd April 2019 12:55 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
providence | i am made of water and so are you |Love?
You love me?
Really........
What is that
To love someone?
You need me
You want and take
On your own terms
But what do you give
In return?
What sacrifice is your's for love?
Your love has limits
It's caused such pain
You do not know me
Just my name
Monday 22nd April 2019 5:19 am
River Bells Ringing
River Bells Ringing
the moon behind clouds
confesses her place
her hiding space
till the clouds away
fly startled and fay
like a night bird sleeping
in a peppermint tree
and the river bells ringing
g major and clear
and ringing the changes
and plain bob minor
peals his ranges
deals truth from lies
and the river boat rocking
to the river bells ringi...
Monday 22nd April 2019 1:18 am
the well
There is a type of loss that embodies the feeling of standing still while everything around you is in motion.
This kind of loss stalks memories and preys on helpless moments of joy like a stealthy predator.
It is a cup of sand for a thirst so unbearable;
A full-body dizziness,
Nausea so intense that it hurts.
It is an unnatural fear that paralyzes one’s existence.
There is a loss...
Sunday 21st April 2019 10:03 pm
Also by Clarke:
Ode to Harleen |Intersections and Timeline
Sometimes when I watch the city lights
slowly die to give way for the night,
or listen to songs you wrote about me
as I stand in the backroom window in my apartment,
I wonder if you’ve forgiven me
for all the times I didn’t love you as much
when you were still here with me holding my hands.
I know it has heen a busy couple of months
with everything happening all at onc...
Sunday 21st April 2019 2:31 am
Hello
Hello from the other side,
from protected words, created lights,
as something small,
something right,
distant signal, so hard to recognize.
I don't feel I can...no I can't,
I can't really write tonight.
Hello from the city streets,
purple in the deep, fading lights
with contrast of white on white,
shattered through the dark,
broken in their half,
epitomized.
I am sorry cause I can't...
Saturday 20th April 2019 9:50 pm
Crowbar 6
fog condensed
percolated upon the brows
of fallen kings:
that we descended like spiral staircases
wherein every step
suspicion creaks like bone
sheathed just-so
we are unknown
a swath of heads
taken, cackling in the streets
bobbing in gutters, downwind and downgrade
before meeting Death;
pummeled and pestled
squashed, pressed into mortar,
d...
Saturday 20th April 2019 3:55 pm
The Ties That Bind
Fur coat, no knickers.
No better than she ought to be.
Common as muck.
Too clever for her own good.
Slung out lines to stunt and mould,
ensure she doesn't reach her goals.
Keep her tight inside a box,
locked away from greatness.
Slappers, tarts, MILFs and cougars,
girl next door with Page 3 hooters,
sluts and slags and dirty bitches,
fried egg tits a...
Saturday 20th April 2019 11:53 am
Fit in
once was a sweet inocent young girl
a young girl who always followed the rules
always listen what was told
never disapointed anyone
but she was never happy
always wanted to fit in
and to be loved and to be popular
honestley she would do anything to fit in
even go to places she shoudnt go
like to that party she didnt even want to go to
but if that meant fitting in
...
Saturday 20th April 2019 7:53 am
Also by Justine Ramos:
Today is the day | Pleasure | Lies of Happiness |THE COLLECTOR
THE COLLECTOR
Thou shalt pass the plate of brass
With felt to deaden the ring of coins
Or take the collection
In bag of leather or bowl of wood
Remembering to avert thine eyes
At the widows mite
And the rich man’s notes.
Thou shalt wear a smile
Of indifference
Even unto those who turn their heads
Or pass the parcel quickly to their neighbour
Or over th...
Friday 19th April 2019 10:39 pm
When we sit down for tea.
When we sit down for tea
you tell me
nothing makes you more happier
than knowing that you’re loved and
being able to share that love
and for a second I panic.
I panic like everyone else
when they come to something
that they don’t understand.
I panic because
the only love I’ve ever known
comes with a whole host of expectations
of who to love
of when to love
...Friday 19th April 2019 8:46 pm
Also by sanjana shroff:
Freedom. | Illusions. | New beginnings. |Kuchh Sawaal Jawaab
Aks se poochh baitha dil yeh sawaal:
Kaash kabhi aaisa ho…
Koi miley jot um jaisa ho…
Naye kisi ped ki koi shaakh ho…
Patey naye phool aur nayi saakh ho…
Kamzor dil na koi baat kahe ki chot miley…
Aik aas meri hai ki nayi bahaar ke akhrot miley…
Surkh sebo ki tarah mizaaj haseen honth laal ho…
Door kisi pahadi pe ugi makai ke jaise reshmi baal ho…
Husn itna lajawaab...
Friday 19th April 2019 12:56 pm
Also by ai ou:
I Wore A Frock | Kuchh Soch Yu Hi... | Wonder Woman | श्यामली सलोनी | A Wish List |The Hypnotist
I am a snake charmer
My father was a snake charmer
And his father and all the fathers
Who came before.
I have inherited the gift
Of charming snakes.
I tame them. I make them dance.
People say that I hypnotise them
But they would be wrong.
I play my pungi
I breathe in and out
Slowly.
I sway from side to side
I fix them with my gaze
But, if truth be told...
Friday 19th April 2019 9:10 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:
The Hypnotist | You and Me | her husband's clothes |Ystrad Fflur: Dusk
Who will ever tell or know
the unheard silent echoes
from passing lives laid low:
those ghosts of chanted psalms
once melodious in their praise
lie buried beneath the turf
within walls they helped to raise;
and who can see the cowled monks
whose ghostly whispered prayers
whose canticle or hymn
whispers through the evening's airs -
through the great stone entrance a...
Thursday 18th April 2019 7:51 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:
Evening Light | Past's Prologue | Fight! Fight! | Nadir |Cycles
Reasons he had plenty
To not steal tomorrow
As the night faded
Inhaled in the morning
Was all but regret
He vowed to he’d be ready
But greed won again
The day after came
Still not tomorrow
Thursday 18th April 2019 10:13 am
Also by Reggie:
Years |I want to sleep
i want to sleep,
my eyes are tired,
my brain is blank,
my body wants to collapse,
but i can't.
i want to sleep,
the pillow is so soft,
the bed is calling,
the blanket is nice,
but i can't.
i want to sleep,
and having a sweet dreams,
and nothing to think,
and wake up in the morning,
but i can't.
i think, it is because of,
a cup of coffe...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 11:11 pm
Let me be; Set me free
kiss me on the mouth
let me be; set me free
to be trapped against you
pain I wish nothing on
to wrap arms you know
i can not deny
when to hold her brings joy
let me know
let me be; set me free
wish against me not away
to understand nothing is a void
unhappiness be where you know not
do not fight, my love
endings to soon to show
but listen to direction and ...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 1:01 pm
Mind Cultivation
Mind Cultivation
Cultivating your mind
is like developing a city
with neighbourhoods.
Then linking the infrastructure
so the whole organism
can flourish
Don Matthews
Aug 2017
Wednesday 17th April 2019 8:11 am
Also by Don Matthews:
I Write a Lot About Myself | Poet and the Psychologist | What the Heck | Pregnancy Pill Earrings | Senryus to Celebrate the Resurgence of the Ancient Art of Haiku on WOL | Senryu Reverse | Leader Required for Mass Movement Pack | Stroke-Torn Woman | Yep | Chainsaw Robber | Eva | No Brexit Here. We Got No Problems | I Thought I'd Go Put | Festung America ? | Government 'Opposition' Should be Called the 'Alternative' Party | Virgin Australia Installs Onboard Gyms on all Flights |Complacency
Locked in a steel cage,
No where to run and hide.
A public spectacle,
Running in circles but going nowhere.
Stuck in a rutt,
Is there more to life than these four walls?
Thinking outside the box was unheard of,
Life seemed to be pre-established.
Complacency is the new smoking,
Satisfying in the moment but won't fulfill a destiny.
Only a select few can choose to live different,
So why no...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 6:00 am
The thirsty earth
The sun which was once loving,
danced with fierce rage,
burning up the earth,
with the torturous heat,
turning ambience dry and burning,
making the earth to scream for gentleness.
Her heart was burning,
so her surface,
The cracks on her lips
and streaks of dry leaves,
her charm was evaporating in the air.
She just wanted to be like what she was before,
...Wednesday 17th April 2019 2:27 am
Poetry Understands
Poetry understands
walking dead,
monsters under the bed,
voices in your head.
Poetry understands
wounded souls,
storms, walls,
severed rainbows.
Poetry understands
broken hearts,
rainy days, lonely nights,
moon light.
Poetry understands
star-crossed love,
hopeless romances,
second chances.
Poetry understands
twin flames
guilt, shame,
the blame game.
Poetry understand...
Wednesday 17th April 2019 12:09 am
Also by Vautaw:
Wild Life | Shepherds | Mortality | The Writer's Plight | Fools | A Poem a Day | Kintsugi |Mountain thyme tea rolled up in seaweed playing the role of a joint
All this time,
reminded of the thyme tea I drank,
as I was talking to you.
And all those stories I've heard,
from liars and thieves,
about you, not being who you say you are.
Can't even drink my favorite beverage,
my mind being leveraged,
by the thoughts of another summer without you.
Another year,
another failure,
mind messed up from beer portrayed as a liquid savior,
yellow at ...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 11:18 pm
Also by LeGou:
Worst harvest |Poetry of a Twisted Mind
Spaces in time
All in my mind
But I can't seem to find what is lingering close behind.
There are monsters somewhere near
Can't you hear?
Whispering things, like nightmares in your dreams
It's so scary,
The things I've seen
So now I'm hiding
I'm hiding in my mind
Lost in time
Cause I am sacred of what I might find,
As I close my eyes,
listening to cheerful cheers of the wicked mind
Ca...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 4:24 pm
Verbs of Life
Verbs of Life
Breath
Scream
Blink
Cry
Writhe
Wail
Nestle
Snuggle
Nurse
Slurp
Burp
Gas
Poop
Sleep
Repeat...
Look
Wonder
Bobble
Coo
Turn
Kick
Crawl
Stand
Stumble
Repeat...
Point
Grasp
Learn
Think
Read
Imagine
Play
Scrape
Repeat...
Run
Jump
Act
Be
Question
Yell
Scream
Thr...
Monday 15th April 2019 7:51 pm
Also by Dyphrent:
Video of me doing "Dreamcatcher" |Dream Boat
Let the dreamless boy to cry
If his wish to fly has gone
How his tears going to dry
If he stays far of sun
Ask dreamless boy be awake
That the dream, is a part of us
Tell him: "think of a better talk"
And to change the dark glass
Help dreamless boy to be here
And clear his negative thought
Once he comes to hear or share
He will enjoy to dream in a boat
Monday 15th April 2019 7:25 pm
Also by Farag M. Afify:
GOD Bless | Out Loud | Hello | NO SURPRISE | Mid January | Arrive Alive | In Mumbai | NO CHANCE | Money | Nancy Theater | Disney Fairy | April First |DUPLICATION
I try to be things I can't possibly be
Call me an explorer for trying out new things in life
I could try and be a copy of you
But duplicity isn't in my DNA
Emotions suppressed, bottled up
Like foreign species invading me
I become more like you and my originality fades away
A robot is then in my place
Fixing me won't help your case
Two of us in this whole wide world
I ...
Monday 15th April 2019 3:09 pm
Also by Swetha Kandati:
SPACES | YOU AND I |The nameless.
Don’t name them
Too many names
No names
Names can
Be missed
Your name
Their name
So no names
No religion
All faiths die
No colour
Whats colour
No country
No wealth
It doesn’t
Matter
No language
No measure
of intelligence
All tongues
Are stilled
For lifes
Accounting
You
Child with
Leukaemia
You are beautiful
You c...
Monday 15th April 2019 4:28 am
Also by mentalelf. Philk.:
Soul? | Take the ugly things. | (untitled) | 24 hours of love Gas Town Vancouver. | Manic Depression | The Rock |In Real Time
Warn my Love—shut office in real time
To shun emotional practice in real time
Challenge my sense, call me in silence
This is man who will notice in real time
Repeat the history and borrow a crime
If you don't allow the justice in real time
With my rivals, you walk hand-in-hand
You are caught accomplice in real time
Sunday 14th April 2019 12:55 pm
OH GOD ! THIS IS THE END
Oh god! This is the end of all
big, small or tall
The women had got more than frighten ,
For the crime which never had forgetten,
Oh god ! This is the end of all big or small;
For the people who pass by having translucent eyes will not looked by ,
I want stand straight againt the crime which led me straight down to strain ,
Oh god this is such a pain this is the vain;
Th...
Sunday 14th April 2019 4:19 am
Dear Ezra Bebot,
The first time I saw you, your mouth held no words.
I would take you out and watch you marvel at the birds.
Your awkward waddle would bring me smiles.
There was peace in my life holding you as we walked for miles.
The screaming, the crying, the testing,
The laughing, the hugging, the learning.
As I helped you grow, and loved every moment.
Even the ones that involved your excrement.
Saturday 13th April 2019 9:19 pm
Also by Tulak Hord:
A Note to Those With Limits to Their Love |Saturday, April 13, 2019 1:35 PM
I am so sorry that
I am hurt.
I tread so lightly,
always mindful
of the social hierarchy.
I take note of the
power you have.
I witness the conversations you indulge in,
the way your face lights up
while I am left in the dark.
In the dark, I dream
of the days where I laughed
in the used car parked in
the convenience store lot.
We indulged in ...
Saturday 13th April 2019 6:48 pm
Also by hk:
Saturday, March 16, 2019 11:32 PM |Office Politics
The corporate king -
Salacious surveyor -
Mild-mannered Majesty
With a wandering eye;
A habitual connoisseur
Of the supple and softly curved.
Lingers,
Self-assured.
...Saturday 13th April 2019 5:02 pm
Also by Josie:
Anniversary diamante |Origins
I have no roots –
only memories.
Present becomes past before my eyes
Life is lived, recorded there, somehow,
More or less imperfectly inscribed
Within my head, thus stored behind my brow.
These things exist for me, just in my mind,
For if I try to seek them out again
There’s only ever something new to find:
Nothing in the stillness can remain.
I have no root...
Friday 12th April 2019 9:25 pm
Also by Becky Who:
Bloodstone | Elegy to a plum tree | If you liked my poetry | To someone who somehow knows | Fatigue | Today? | How to be a terrible parent |Sealed Jar of Time
Contact
Less
Pennies
Making
Ends
Meet
Sealed
With
A
Lid
Twisted
Secured
And
Taped
With
Black
Felt Tip
Marked
Grief
Benchmarked
Memories
Pouring
Through
Time
Of
Failures
And
Guilt
Unscrewing
The Secured Sealed Jar Of Time
Friday 12th April 2019 8:12 pm
Did I do my best?
Everyday, we have things to do,
To mow, buy groceries or do our jobs.
And we have a choice to be average, our everyday self,
Or leave an impression lasting forever.
And my constant worry is that my best,
Just lets everyone down.
I guess I can't dwell on that,
For pausing in this life is a quick death.
Only to focus on the next moment,
To keep moving forward.
Hoping I ...
Friday 12th April 2019 4:54 am
2019 Trev goes to...... yes Texas again. Part 2 The Journey Out
Image: My suitcase at Austin Airport this year it arrived at the same time.
30.03.19 – 20) Departure day, taxi arrives I’m on my way along the M62
The day after we should have left the EU
Nothing more to be written or said as to Manchester I head
Look to the day ahead and more, as I begin my 9th poetry tour
Into a fog bank nothing to worry about
A few minutes later and I’m ...
Thursday 11th April 2019 8:32 pm
In The Beginning
upon the mountain
there is a song that sings
it starts as the sun begins to set
our bodies trans verge to a heavenly seen
stillness begins
all sound ceases
the winds in their shifting phase converge in equal force
and for a moment they kiss and surrender to the nature of flow
giving birth to the evening breeze
The sun refracting its rays through the edge of our outer m...
Thursday 11th April 2019 5:56 am
HELP is always the answer
Drowning in a sea of hopelessness and despair,
makes me realize how life is so unfair.
Each tear that roles down your rosy cheek
fade away each time we meet.
Take a step forward,
Never backward.
Though no one may know how you feel,
Give it time to heal.
It may seem no one is there,
But don't forget there's always a prayer.
You're not alone,
Pick up the ...
Thursday 11th April 2019 12:21 am
Alex, The G
trench coat zipped to His neck
bouncing arms and an expression of emptyness
the knackered jeans once belonged to some girl
His name was Alex, the mystic G
called the Beacon
His eyes were everywhere
His mind nowhere
couldn´t decide about His next step
He was loppy
the Apache was jumping in His brain
waving his arms and vociferating horrific secrets
He killed the Apache
spilling His ...
Thursday 11th April 2019 12:18 am
BlackRose
Always seen as the bad guy
What's he she sayin? what? LIES
The best in them is what I want to see
But I'm too absorbed in reality
I know how things are gonna be
Its fucked up the shit that I've seen
Someone else's mess, I just have to deal with
Talk it over with the boys during sesh
And then pray to forget
To forget myself and my world
The feelings that...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 11:31 pm
Also by Deepak Gohil:
SilentKiller | Dreamseeker'sVizor | DropPainLikeAWeight | YourDistractionFromTheWorld | SilverLining | TheSpark | AngelInBlackPureInVision | InnocenceInTransit | SilentGold | Father’sSpirit | Slick |Beginning
You walked into the room,
with a gaze so cold,
making me wonder if it was winter,
realizing that sometimes the beginnings can be bitter.
Time stopped for no one,
as days turned to months,
i drew close to you,
hoping to unveil your mysteries.
Little by little,
i saw you in different light,
as your words were as warm as your heart,
and as beautiful as picas...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 2:57 pm
Also by gobi:
HER |Spring is in the Air
Spring is in the air and I am wearing a smile
Daffodils are in bloom think I’ll stay for a while
The harsh winter is now but a distant memory
As a brand new season bursts into life for sure
April showers excite invigorate and refresh me
The welcome sun burns brightly in a sky of azure
Baby lambs frolic carefree in lush fields of green
Enchanting trees laden with blossom a beau...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 9:57 am
CLOSURE
CLOSURE
The door was once open.
Now, it has been closed shut.
The string was a living thread.
Now, it has been sharply cut.
There is no question after this.
At this time, I have come to peace.
No more wrestling with the uncertainty.
At this time, I have tamed the beast.
You see, I am excited about this defeat.
From this, I am empowered to see more.
I have...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 6:12 am
Also by Ty:
MAMO |Seasonal Love Disorder
Does he show or grow?
I think we both know he's a grower
Growing & Planting seeds
Seeds and Space in my head
Space between my thoughts
Tulips grow strong in the Spring
Come Fall everything freezes
We won't see them or him until next Spring
But.. When they return we will water them as if they never froze
We will treat him as if he never left
Wednesday 10th April 2019 5:45 am
Also by Becka Armstrong:
This is how I feel when I see that one letter |Young Miss Colombia
Young Miss Colombia, Bogota, Colombia
She came from there…
We thought she was Mexican..
She spoke to us
We thought she was mute…
She cried in our arms
We thought she was special…
We talked about her
Thinking she was deaf…
The man who got through to her, turned his back on her
The other man who got through to her hid underneath enriched egos
It was all in the psyche...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 10:50 pm
It Wasn’t I 5:35pm
It Wasn’t I 4-9-2019
It wasn’t I who did what was done.
I didn’t ask for it just only followed demand.
It saddens me for what it has come to be..
As I knew before there was fun Times.
We were fine had each other’s backs.. but the second things changed not by request now or by choice.... not.
So sad how things came to be.. it wasn’t I and I hope...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 10:34 pm
Also by Melissa Wayner:
Sunshine 2:25pm | The Heart 2:19am | Took Wind From Her Sails Posted 5:01am |Ghost Story 6 (Part 9)
In a cenotaph of skin
two of the Vampires
danced around
just out of Mandrake's firing range
as they snacked slowly
over the remains of two teenagers
whose throats they had slit
only shortly before.
Both of them they laughed to themselves
had tried running down the corridor
after been outside by chance
to escape once the feasting began
when they first heard the screaming
start...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 12:57 pm
April 2019 Collage Poem: Cleaning the House
Man Ray’s aggravated coffee sneaked
A glance at the new frontier
Thumbs up, India’s best lemonade,
Top of the pops!
An organised death takes Aunt beyond black
Rehydrate the astronaut. The sun approaches.
Whilst cleaning, it’s important to scrub
Behind the fridge.
Catacombs holding rooms in mind of carefully
Packed past chapters.
A bank, some bleach, a b...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 9:39 am
Also by Stockport WoL:
Ekphrastic Towers Poster |Myself
I find myself
Walking around
pacing back and forth
Through the house
Down the hall
My mind going crazy
Stirring constantly
I find myself wondering
Pondering it all
Am I made for this life
My hopes and dreams
My daily aspirations
all these things fail
The end of the day is near
I sit here wondering
Could it just be me
Or is this world ...
Tuesday 9th April 2019 6:02 am
I know why (you cry)
I watch you silently
Tears sparkling in your eyes
I wonder if you want the comfort
When you won’t tell me why (you cry)
You go about the day
As normal as can be
I wonder how you smile
But I know the truth inside (you cry)
Your voice seldom wavers
And your friends never see
But alone you start to lose the mask
And I can see the cracks (you hide)
I ...
Monday 8th April 2019 9:03 pm
On hearing John Fowles fart
In the sun bathed seaside town of Lyme
Where ice cream now drips where dinosaurs once walked
pastel shaded cottages skirt the sea
And Grockles eat cockles and cobbs on the Cobb.
A writer of repute resided
A postmodernist existential philosopher
Who welcomed me into his home
A number of times, talking of his craft
His books his work and films that were made of this
...
Monday 8th April 2019 6:35 pm
Soul Searching
Asking various questions of yourself
ability can easily be in doubt
Asking others helps support this quest
disbelief ends only when awareness begins
Asking yourself again, answers will wait
till such time rejection means nothing.
Monday 8th April 2019 4:12 pm
A Final Farewell
A tannoy announcement, a dreaded last bell.
Then to be cruelly denied our final farewell.
My darling has now gone, no tearful last kiss.
A train approaches, I hear steam engines hiss.
A chance meeting, a future that could never be,
Of this guilt and shame, I will never be free.
Then an express train thunders along the track.
I compose myself, before holding myself back.
...Monday 8th April 2019 1:18 pm
Leftovers
Off you go, back to the strange world from which you came from.
All that remains is a newspaper clipping, the odd strand of hair: even now.
Filthy remarks still stain each and every mug.
The smell of lies still clings to the curtains,
Like a kitten before training.
Outside its obviously raining.
Another cliché for the books.
Maybe if it wasn’t for my impatience, her good looks...
Sunday 7th April 2019 5:48 pm
Also by Clara:
Circuit Board | More than a cherry | Older now |No sound
When I speak no sound comes
My wiring came loose when the car hit a side wall.
Even friends forget what your voice was like
I talk in my head and hear my own voice
But its old and out of date
Can never change or grow.
Like a dandelion that's been squashed down.
Sunday 7th April 2019 11:57 am
The Desire
The phoenix is dejected, may be.
The dreams are in sleep slumber.
The obstinate shadow pricks.
Alone I am in a shabby couch
turning over the pages of life.
I decided to wake up .
Lets gamble again.
I can not succumb to helplessness
Better to burn out day by day.
Sunday 7th April 2019 8:09 am
old days
Thursday 4th April 2019 1:31 pm
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:
Brother | writing | bingo | spot on my face | Noodles | blablabla Teresa may | purple city | wedding guest hats ..the truth | being a table | world's apart | street life |Think
How do they think People Feel . Who have Nothing . Who have to make Do and Mend . Every day of their lives . Who have no one to talk to . No one to listen to them . It’s all Poor Buisness People . All Poor Rich People . There are people who don’t claim Benefits . Not Worthy . How do you think they Feel .Wake up to What life is Really like in Britain . Wake up Before It’s Too Late . When people are...
Thursday 4th April 2019 7:21 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Name And Shame | Laughing There Socks Off |Like the Pros
Side of the box says "Pack like the Pros!"
At 12:12am on the last day in the house where you raised your children,
So tired you fell asleep twice on the kitchen floor,
Between the beans and the box of sugar cones already covered in powdery mildew;
You won't find out until you unpack it 3 months from now.
Pack like the prose,
Dense as the molasses tastes like corn syrup
Slick upstep salesm...
Thursday 4th April 2019 6:40 am
If It Matters To You
It is getting real dirty and shitty for Veterans. 2 weeks ago another comrade of mine from the troop I served with, died of Sudden Death.
It is always Sudden Death they list.
The oppo I handed my detachment to at Al Jabayl died the same way in front of his family. He was only 44. Andrew Egan. There are too many and I don't want to count them anymore. All have one thing in common, association...
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 3:00 pm
Country Life
Another attempt to upload a track from my CD. Hope it works this time.
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 11:26 am
Also by Gordon Hoyles:
This is different |Haiku written on my walk to work in the Spring
Magnolias in Spring
A blossom falls to my hair
A fragrant pink crown.
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 8:06 am
Also by Etchy Mary:
Early morning haiku |D'you Know What I Mean?
NaPoWriMo Day 2 Prompt: Ends with a question
D’you know what I mean?
Its not like I haven’t not tried
Had I not made it quite unclear
He denied they’d never not lied
Not so deaf as will never not hear
I didn’t not say what it wasn’t before
It wasn’t untrue on the whole
Can’t prove its not wrong or right less or more
Blue sky free fall thinkin’s my role
...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 1:19 pm
Also by "Call Me Graham" (Graham McKay-Smith):
NaPoWriMo day 1 |Miscalculated
You calculated the acts
but miscalculated facts
with your flawed calculator,
set on manipulator.
Who will you deceive next?
Prepare to be her ex-
lover turned abuser-
pray for your accuser.
She knows your lustful ways
lurk in dark walls to play
games of the fetish kind
with other perverse minds.
Beauty slipped on your icy
hills of lies with spicy
sleds that you call a tongue,
...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 6:47 am
The Broken Seal
The envelope is stamped and addressed
But it hasn't made its way to my mailbox
I keep it safe in my nightstand drawer
To gawk and toil over during those
Introspective nights that offer
No escape from my thoughts
But my feelings
The seal is broken because
I couldn't stop myself from
Reading over it again
And again
And again
My soul poured on a page
My hea...
Tuesday 2nd April 2019 6:27 am
Royal Coup
I held my tongue, I still do.
I withdrew within myself
I tried to figure out who I was,
I guess I have failed.
You were were always there,
Always so supportive,
ALWAYS.
But you made a mistake:
You stopped encouraging and began promoting me.
You wanted to wear my prowesses like a crown,
A little trophy.
You got away with it for far too long, no more...
Monday 1st April 2019 11:32 pm
Making tracks
The dog track is closed now
The rabbits packed his bags
And gone to find himself
The dogs hang around in street corner packs
Tripping up old grannies
And stealing little kids’ sweets
On Sundays chasing balls on the sand by the coast
The older ones retired and live in a home
Some others died early on
Not able to take the strain
The dog tracks cinders have been kic...
Monday 1st April 2019 10:45 am
BACARDI TAIL LIGHTS MACHINE GUN FAREWELL
BACARDI TAIL LIGHTS MACHINE GUN FAREWELL
He tried to drown his dog
under the canal bridge
but it came back.
Rang the planning department
and warned them there'd be blood
if one more estate was built.
His dad abandoned,
hobbling to the pigeon loft.
Daniel is leaving tonight on a plane.
Local junkies got hold
of the bottles and the furniture
then ended up scr...
Monday 1st April 2019 2:36 am
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