Sunday, Speakers Corner
Millennium bug
bunker dug
nothing.
mad cow disease
avian flu
rat fleas
nothing
swine fever
fear
rule
same gear
government
oh dear
pandemic
scary nanny state
sounds like
Mary
toilet cleaner
popping in later
flu, flush, symptoms do
appear
chin chin cheroo
wonderful idea
ring o roses
Jordans and Peter
full of poses
-anyone can die.
you feel ill,
eat
hamburgers.
comfort
he says we are all gonna die
Sunday April 2009
speakers corner.
...
Thursday 30th April 2009 11:13 pm
Swan
Swan
1
When mine ears spring the
fine hairs I searched for in nether
regions as a boy,
When the gait is haunched and
double clowned and clothes
be further torn,
when murder becomes
the complacency you feared when
twenty four, and boredom
rocks the soil,
will you say;
in times when drugs are neither
here nor there, and alcohol,
no longer restrains the pain
w...
Thursday 30th April 2009 2:35 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
"HAVE AT HIM TOMKINS HE'S A BLOODY POET" | FLIMSY : ) | Sharing A Dawn | A Tree of Life | Tears Upon a Damsel Stricken | Spared (Part Three) | Spared (Part Two) | Spared | Laid Bare | The Puzzle | Money Controls | I Play | First Aid for Kids | Chess | True Velocity | News |Scar
There is a place on the moors, where the track crosses the beck and where, more often than not, this crossing is a dry bed of stones. This is because, just upstream, Beldon Beck goes underground. Where it had been travelling across the moor, gurgling and trickling, tumbling and sometimes silently caressing the water - worn stones and pebbles, it suddenly makes its descent. The...
Tuesday 28th April 2009 7:43 pm
Also by Deborah Jordan Bailey:
Springtide |Events which should not be missed
Only 134 people have so far indicated that they will not be coming to Wirral Words Open Floor Evening at the Scouse House tomorrow.
That means that there will be approximately 6.15 billion people present. We have seating for about 45 so it may be wise to arrive early.
See you around 7.30
Monday 27th April 2009 3:48 pm
Also by Malpoet:
Open Floor Poetry Evening | In Praise Of The Glorious House Of Saud |Beg her (for baby P.)
BEG HER (for Baby P.) January 2009
Hurrying on a grey street ,under a grey sky,
for convenience ,for time’s sake, to catch a train,
Through the back gate of a chapel I passed ,
And before the door of that cult’s emporium
at the hour of morning mass, I met a child ,
A beggar, No more than six years old, jigging
where she stood ,for her dress, green white –polka ...
Monday 27th April 2009 2:25 pm
A warrior’s poem
My anger bleeds my innocence away
Until all I am left with is the silence like after a question
In my mind I carry the suggestion
That I might be better off laughing my anger away
But I feel better being angry and seeing
My anger like the blood red flag it seems to be
Seemingly I wave it around trying to attract the bull and take it by the horns
Like my lif...
Friday 24th April 2009 6:41 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:
Human shield | paint it black |The simplest way to say i love u....Dedicated to emily.
Darling...., you fill me with hope for tomorrow, so in the simplest way and form, i will tell you i love u, star....., people these days, use that phrase so freely, but i know when you say it, you mean it dearly, soul mate...., you transmit your message clearly, in times of fear, your the one with the bravery to stand near me, love of my life...., not to sound cliche, the better day...
Friday 24th April 2009 7:52 am
I
In your presence, As though enriched in rays of golden sunshine, My Soul bathed in the beauty of your smile, Though, I die with each rejection, I crave your softness, as I drown in a sea of loneliness. (C)Copyright Paul Letch 2007 alias: Murky Pool publishing Ltd
Friday 24th April 2009 12:24 am
Also by Paul Letch:
Field Of Evermore | Driven | The Winner By Far | Web | Silence | Talk to me | Perceptual Sense | Woven Threads of Life | Your Kingdom - My Home | Queen of Hearts |Country file
Angola, Austria, Azerbaijan,
Brazil, Bangladesh and Bulgaria,
Chile, China, Deutschland and Dagestan,
England, Ecuador, Ethiopia.
France, Greenland, Haiti and Indonesia,
Japan, Korea, Latvia, Lapland,
Mexico, Mozambique, Nicaragua,
Oman, Pakistan, Poland and Queensland.
Russia, Spain, Sierra Leone, Scotland,
Sudan, Sweden, Turkey, Turkmenistan,
Tajikistan, Thailand, Tanzania,
USA, Vie...
Wednesday 22nd April 2009 10:05 pm
The Mean
The Mean
Keep your cruelty in a box
Take it out an pass it round
Like a parcel no-one wants
A bauble that hides a blade
Gilded with septic intent
Where wound gives birth to wound
And every word you say
Smears its shitty hate
Purposefully contaminates
Because you’ve got to have your way
Dominate what you survey
Occupy the higher ground
But the Moon has stuck around
And the tide is ...
Tuesday 21st April 2009 12:06 pm
Tears
Red rose in his hand,
"Sorry" slips from his lips,
my eyes match the bloom-
I am undone.
His look of contrite longing
scenting a path to my heart,
sweetness dripping
in time with my tears.
All I see are thorns
hooking my skin
and another empty promise
in a vase.
Monday 20th April 2009 12:13 am
Also by sian howell:
Gone to Earth | Lily |THE RED LADY OF PAVILAND
When I stayed in Rhossili ten years ago
I walked from St Mary's Church
down limestone cliffs to the Goat's Hole
where the Reverend William Buckland unearthed
the red ochre dyed skeleton of a Roman Lady
(who he thought must have been a prostitute)
left in limestone cave of the Goat's Hole
and who now can't possibly be with God.
A few years ago he appeared in my dreams
carrying a mammo...
Friday 17th April 2009 10:58 am
Also by Rodney Wood:
IT'S JUST WRONG | RICHARD'S COMPLAINT | THE RED LADY OF PAVILAND |'White Lines & Cats Eyes'
Time to make tracks, a credit card or a blade will do.
Rolling up the queen, or a dollar bill to snot through.
To take me to places that I may, or may not have been before.
Levitating 'fish finger trees' and Santa Claus with the head of a boar.
Mixed minds and sirens screaming out munchie’ time.
Choosing package holidays on teletext, which I will never take.
Destroying the tranquill...
Friday 17th April 2009 1:34 am
Who are you ?
Who are you?
I would love to know,
Hiding from the world
Amongst the most beautiful textures,
Soft dark strong wool,
Sink into the woven womb of your arms.
Rest my face against the crisp cotton heartbeat of your existence.
Beneath the fabric of your life,
I search for you
I strip you naked, listen carefully to your words,
You twist away from me
And leave me lost ,
...
Thursday 16th April 2009 2:08 pm
Bear Down Arizona
A man walks to a train
He’s big
On his back is a capital A
It’s blue, red and white
My boyfriend says it reminds him of home
And that’s Arizona
I walk close to the big man
I’m probably being a little strange
But I want to see his face
He is big, but friendly
On the front of his shirt it says: ‘Bear down’
We board the train
I sit next to my boyfriend
And we sing Bear Down Arizona
He’s taught it to me
It’s a lovel...
Thursday 16th April 2009 12:40 pm
Breathless at the Butcher's . . . or . . . The Sins of the Flesh.
Each Saturday the high street is a canyon of temptation
As the public stare at the proffered wares with awe and approbation.
You can bare your soles at the cobbler’s shop but the chemist’s best for rumours
And dozens queue for a loaf or two when they sniff the baker’s bloomers.
The fishmonger has mussels, the bookshop man’s quite...
Wednesday 15th April 2009 11:41 pm
Also by Anthony Emmerson:
moving on | IDOL |haiga with romaji and Japanese translation
almost lost
in the shimmer of water
several ducklings
Mi-zu-ha-e-te Hi-ka-ri-ni-ka-su-mu Ko-ga-mo-ka-na
"Alan-san's haiku came to me with the Japanese translation. This is a good translation, written in the perfect haiku format 5-7-5. Mi-zu-ha-e-te Hi-ka-ri-ni-ka-su-mu Ko-ga-mo-ka-na"
Kuniharu Shimizu, Nara, Japan
Tuesday 14th April 2009 8:25 am
Also by Alan Summers:
Christmas haiku | haiku plus French translation | haiku with romaji translation | voicemail and limes |Lip-sync, lip-sunk
My lips and voice-box had a fall out,
last Tuesday week,
on route to a verbal deliverance.
Sounds plucked on vocal cords,
swerved, uncontrollably,
like lemmings on space-hoppers
down flooded ‘Cavity Canyons’.
Some crashed into remains of ‘Road Kill’,
festering between chewing sites
filled in by a fusion of silver and decay.
The lemmings that made it,
cascaded down ‘Phlegm Falls’
i...
Tuesday 14th April 2009 3:11 am
Also by Phil Golding:
The Grip of ‘Midnight’s’ Glove |Dead Eyes
Children’s faces stare
Blank and calm
Children’s small hands
Raise Kalashnikovs
Children's thin fingers
Squeeze their triggers
Flying hot metal
Rips flesh
Breaks bones
Gunfire drowns out the screaming
Hatred drowns out the screaming
Closed minds drown out the screaming
Death drowns out the screaming
Smoke curls and drifts
Dust and ash settle
Dead eyes stare
The dead eyes ask
...
Monday 13th April 2009 2:32 pm
Her Eyes Are Wild
warmer than summer
underneath the haystack
the English tongue
she drinks beer
from the supermarket
in the town square
feeding potato-chips
to pigeons and sparrows
how far I've travelled to find
one need replaces another
her dog growls
at midnight revellers
coming too close
as she sleeps soundly
in the shoe-shop doorway
the night in my hair
turns black
burning stars
------
'Her Eyes Are Wild' is a colla...
Sunday 12th April 2009 9:28 pm
Look for the Light
I read your poem, a tear past my eye,
The heartfelt words, I cannot deny.
A cry for help, for someone to hear,
Look for the light and take my hand.
Many things have happened in your life,
Some of them happy, some filled with strife.
But when the clouds of the past obscure the sun,
Look for the light and take my hand.
During the day your weary and tire,
Lots of sleep you always req...
Sunday 12th April 2009 6:21 pm
untitled tube poem
i become a droplet of water
as i meander to and fro in this stream of human flesh
leaking into the subterraneous chasms that are the underground
each person is submerged with me; morphing into a bitter wave of water on the silver escalators
smashing against the next level of the intricate architecture
colourful scabs of advertising and neon promises of a 'way ou...
Sunday 12th April 2009 11:14 am
For those about to Kapow...
Sometimes, there are those days where nothing quite goes right, your timing goes awry, people let you down or perhaps you just disappoint yourself with your efforts. And just occasionally, crazy ideas work out just fine, everything's ready on time, people exceed expectations with their generosity and talent, and you kick yourself for ever doubting it all.
But I've now seen artists building a gard...
Sunday 12th April 2009 10:55 am
Also by Danni Antagonist:
Poetry-related events unfold in Milton Keynes |The poverty of the light touch
I will not chew the idle fat,
yet nor will I sink my teeth much
into the more substantial,
the more circumstantial joint.
I will not overt a point of view without sufficient vetting.
I will not break the trust of a confidant.
I will not seal the fate,
with a decisive statement,
of a verbal criminal.
Nothing playful, witty or derisive,
nothing just or in jest shall pass my lips unless it must.
I will utter ne...
Tuesday 7th April 2009 3:45 pm
Joker Performance
Hi WriteOutLouders,
Here is the video upload of my Joker performance at ADLIB in March. It's kind of dark and creepy but I hope you like it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5-WRT848zQ
Alain
Monday 6th April 2009 10:32 pm
HIM AND ME
Richmond Menthol, Alize, Bassline
DJ, VIP, favourite passtime
Porsha, French tips, Vodka & Lime
Lollypops, lemon drops, sweet sunshine
Silk sheets, he greets me with some wine
Carva & Lemonade, look at the time
Gettin' late, taxi waits, corner of 4th and 9th
Grab a pen, "see you again?" "maybe sometime.."
Rain drop splatters on the pine
Dogs barkin', im still standin' in line
Car parks empty, I'm taking my...
Monday 6th April 2009 1:39 am
1st April 2009 - PART 1 (my account of G20)
The typical tedium writ on everyone’s face
Out the window it’s a bright day
The city looks made of lace
Stretched, fragile and ready to break
I know somewhere out there
Are shouts, cries and fists that care
And I sit and stare
As it all vanishes behind me
I convinced myself last night
That because I went on the protest on Saturday
Everything would be alright
And I’d vic...
Sunday 5th April 2009 4:04 pm
Detention
Detention (written in high school)
by, Melissa R. Mendelson
Will this class end?
Time has frozen.
The teacher continues.
Tortured are the chosen.
I'm stuck in this class
to hear the teacher speak
while I'm cold
and feel meek.
Was that the bell,
or a student crack?
I can't take it!
I want reality back.
That's it.
I'm beginning to crack.
I'm leaving
and never coming back.
Glare at me all you want.
I will not stay.
Tort...
Friday 3rd April 2009 11:05 pm
Beware!
Challenge not the questions why
Take note and heed them well
Stand back, observe the queried sort
Not befall that which befell
The arrogant, dismissive type
Who mocked all reservation
Cast aside in flippant form
Those seeking explanation
For time would come, would come the time
When he himself was racked
Confused he could not ask for help
To hold his name intact
And so for want a f...
Wednesday 1st April 2009 3:41 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:
Court out |that night
Twisted metal carnage gleaming in the moonlight
Tick-click, tick-click, tick-click
Crimson ooze gathers and streams down the tarmac
Tick-click, tick-click, tick-click
Like spent matches lying disfigured and discarded they lie slain
Tick-click, tick-click, tick-click
Stars twinkle back upon fractured glass
Tick-click, tick-click, tick-click
An orange beacon flicks to an...
Wednesday 1st April 2009 2:25 pm
There's Another Person Leaving
THERE’S ANOTHER PERSON LEAVING
There’s another person leaving.
We’re less popular than thieving.
So I know what I’m receiving:-
Another card to sign.
He only started yesterday.
I never met him anyway.
So what the hell am I to say?
‘You’re the fastest to resign!’
The comments range from ‘It’s A Shame’
to ‘All the best’ and ‘Call again!’.
But no one seems to know your n...
Wednesday 1st April 2009 12:34 pm
March Stats
Here’s what the stats are telling us happened last month:
24,941 visitors to the site = 1.45 million hits
1,936 log-ins to the site
78 new events put on gig guide
46 events updated on gig guide
20 new poets added their profiles to the Poets' Showcase
309 poets' profiles where updated on the showcase
1,277 ‘comments’ were made
266 Blogs were made
Here’s the latest...
Wednesday 1st April 2009 5:22 am
On a Field Azure
Love is
Time rampant
Time showing
Sharp claws.
All who love
End weeping.
All who love
Have cause.
Joy is
Time volant
Time born on
Strong wings.
In good time
Time sweetens
Happiness
Time brings.
Peace is
Time couchant
Time laid on
Love’s breast.
All who wish
Peace closer
Try to soothe
Time’s rest.
Life is
Time passant
Time moving
So fast.
All who live
Fear dying.
Yet is life
Soon past.
Wednesday 1st April 2009 1:00 am
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