I Thought Of You
I thought of you again today,
When the sun came out to play.
I knew that it would be that way,
I’d think of you most every day….
We met with a smile
And lingering glances,
Yet to consider
Taking our chances.
A touch of your hand,
A wink and a sign,
Eyes that smiled
And danced with mine.
A whispered word,
A soft sigh,
Kindred spirits,
You and I.
Tha...
Monday 31st May 2010 9:44 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
Angel on Horseback |Love of the stars
On the suburb of the Universe
the Beta star has lighted up
I am here to make a verse
For those who are grown up.
His Majesty the Alpha star has seen her
and has fallen in love at first sight.
His nights has become so bright,
and somewhere even white.
At once he has sent her a ray of love
wishing to be her beloved.
Her Excellency the Beta star
...Monday 31st May 2010 9:10 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
Torments of love | I am as I am | Woman's mood | Lilac blossoms in May | To my favourite student Sonya | Silence | Wreck of hopes | I am on diet | Friendship | Our life | Ballad about the soldier | The Victory Day | My tender kiss | My wishes | What is the color of love? |Second Glance
Chances missed and chances lost.
nothing ventured, nothing gained.
stolen glances weigh up the cost
of moments left unclaimed;
of touches left unexplored.
Monday 31st May 2010 8:35 pm
Also by Steven Kenny:
Tempest | I Wrote A Poem... | Flat Lines | Pandora's Box | The girl and the lake | Titanium Butterfly | Self Harm |Hippocampus and Friend
Hippocampus and Friend
Side saddled on the flame horned sea horse
Fingering those delicate antlers as with remorse
A fairy mermaid lingered most lovingly
Thinking she should never leave him lonely
Hippocampus coronatus we know him by
A name so regal that we may wonder why
His status is not celebrated so much more
From Japanese coasts to every Pacific shore
Yello...
Sunday 30th May 2010 11:52 pm
Also by Dave Dunn:
Pop Zoo | Dead End | The Angry Man | Stillness | Let's | The Seas Of Angst & Hope | Revolutionary Recipe Books | Bell | There Was |Just a note
Hindsight follows blind-sight,
dark-light falls to bright white,
now the time's right to make the wrongs right
and for you and me to re-quite
our love.
Sunday 30th May 2010 11:15 pm
Also by Kath Hewitt:
Contrary mary | (untitled) | Escapism | (untitled) | Pandoras box ( sort of ) | Riding slipstreams | Onyx eyes from watchtowers spy. | Unplugged | Silver spring | Free time | Avon calling. | Downpour | no title |cat
Yes he is a cat
Changeable, fickle
Stroked only when he wishes
When his back arches to your touch
Sees you when he likes, or
Stares impassively into the middle distance
Eats when it’s just what he wants
But can choose to starve.
Snubs you when he wishes
And fucks indiscriminately
He has no owners
She writes the cat in love with a man
I coul...
Sunday 30th May 2010 11:08 pm
Also by Shoeless Carole:
BIG DIAMONDS |TIME OF THE MONTH/FOOTBALL POEM
I'd always been a Coventry supporter
strange, everyday for a month
to hear me shouting
"COME ON YOU REDS"
Sunday 30th May 2010 12:46 pm
Also by Nash:
Just Because (For Rupert Anson the last scoundrel in Speke) | There is nothing better than a truly beautiful sky | THE FLY | BACK-SEAT BRENDA | THE TOAD THE HEART AND THE VALENTINE GIFT | Stargiver | Puedo Escribir (tonight I can write) | Online Love (for Jen Lewis) | Pandora’s Box | Saltwater | SHIT ON YOUR SHOES (a love poem) | Damned Chemistry | Prometheus and Andromeda | Consulting the Auricle | Panchajanya | Armistice Day | Fumbling with the Mathematics | HEAVEN MUST BE A COLD AND LONELY PLACE | THE BATH THAT KEEPS OUR PAST ALIVE | Pretty little Innuendos | ON THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FANTASY AND REALITY |Pandora's Legacy
Mind over matter
is the key
and so
with will of iron
Epimetheus
unwishes
the ills that she set free.
The world implodes
to fill an empty cask
tossed like flotsam
to a hostile sea
heavy lidded
sealed with sorrow
weighted with
unspoken words -
the water swallows…
Trembling from exertion
relief pervades
This day will u...
Sunday 30th May 2010 10:40 am
Also by Isobel:
Invisible |grains
ease your toes into the puddled sand
and squeeze the softness
between those baby bones!
you’re squeezing rock
you’re pressing eons
vast periods of time
trilobites and iguanodon!
and maybe somewhere
there are pieces
knocked out of the moon. . . .
a comets trail
a shooting star
a meteorite
all the way from Mars. . . .
...
Saturday 29th May 2010 7:09 pm
Also by Ann Foxglove:
the poetess | family | women of the world | pandora's jar | heavy with green | withdrawal | a stan laurel kind of day | the biggest splash |Pandora's Box (Blind At The Root)
He stands with his back to the world,
teetering on the edge of a cliff,
trapped in the twilight hours of day and night.
His laughter is nervous,
sends waves of fear up his spine.
He doesn't speak a word.
Everything we need to know is buried in the dark pitch of his eyes,
where the shadow of the moon hides.
The waves, more than two hundred feet b...
Friday 28th May 2010 1:39 pm
Our Home Cannot Be Here
I lit a fire on the beach
Just as you were feeling beaten by the wind
We can't hear anything in this weather
But the waves and the crackling wood
You don't speak anyway
We have nothing we care to say
Our human silences amid nature's screams
Fill me with a loss so unforgettable
Our human silences amid nature's screams
Fill me with a void so inescapable
The sky goes dark and the sea sl...
Friday 28th May 2010 1:09 pm
Also by Tom:
This Infinity | Distance | British Summer Time |Pandora's Box
I'll tell of a greek tragic heroine;
She was known as Pandora by name;
A quiet lass who didn't go out much,
A bit like the Oh lympic flame.
Zeus had commissioned Pandora,
The first lady made from the earth.
He was really quite pleased with the outcome;
Far less messy, he thought, than a birth.
Some say that Zeus craved a companion;
Some say it was...
Thursday 27th May 2010 5:03 pm
Also by Dave Carr:
I Wrote a Line (with apologies to Johnny Cash) | Submerged |Q&A With New York Based Poet/ Spoken Word artist- Jon Sands
This is a series of Q&A with some poets I've met across the world.
http://raymondantrobus.blogspot.com/
Enjoy! :-)
Thursday 27th May 2010 4:00 pm
Falling hero
Bad feeling in the peleton,
bad mouthing in the press
Fingers pointing, tongues are stabbing;
it’s a bit of a mess.
We hear hints which verge on slander,
Vicious words chosen to suggest
without the appearance of honest candour,
wrong-doing two abreast.
Careers are dangling in the gutter,
back pedalling excuses uttered,
Did the come back cancer hero
...Thursday 27th May 2010 1:10 pm
Also by Alison Smiles:
Pandora's Box | The beer goggles have no mercy | Lament to a trusty friend |Visiting Neil
Visiting Neil
Hello old friend. I’m sorry that it’s been a while.
I can’t pretend that this cold place is easy on the mind.
But nonetheless you’re always there, somewhere,
underneath and in the darkness; thinking through philosophies,
searching out those sparks of why and wherefore
to eternity.
Who me? I’ve done OK, The usual, you know - job, house,...
Thursday 27th May 2010 2:12 am
Also by Anthony Emmerson:
. . . of varts and tickers | A Yukon Tale . . . | social |white cat hunting
In the car-park border,
By bright, mid-day light,
With pea-green eyes’ cool sight,
A white cat is hunting, his paw-step
Touchy among the lizard-skinned
cacti sprouts whose leaves burst
Through the limestone chippings
Sprinkled on the bark mulch strip.
It’s there that some dark little prey
Is making now its getaway.
White cat pauses before the poun...
Thursday 27th May 2010 1:37 am
human being
He’s a dud fuddy
A fud fuddy dud
a dud duddy fud
a fuddy fuddy duddy
he is squaaaaaaaaaaare.
Shops at Netto, one man ghetto,
He is tragic, got no magic.
He's crutonic, so moronic,
socks with sandals, got no angles,
he's a nerd, he is nunty,
What a dag, he's so pikie
He's uncool, a proper goober,
He's a tangy, smelly zooker.
A...
Wednesday 26th May 2010 9:51 pm
Also by Dave Bradley:
Jigsaw | Pandora haiku | Image is Substance | To a friend | Slow down |The Hour of the Critic
I sit here convoluted; a heart with thoughts,
laddered, essential for a cause,
an impulse protector, and a radio knob
for outside contortions.
Intentions, the aches as habitual as breathing,
are safe as a puckering bud but, tasting
the back of my lips I find
a syndicate of vines,
thorning the future for fuck ups.
I fall over a root, samplin...
Wednesday 26th May 2010 2:35 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:
The Rib | Walk alone | Pandora's Box | THE VINDICTIVE VOWEL (or the deflated self). |Bad Faith
Most often I spot them way off in the distance,
something in the gait and the weight of their symptoms;
the ill-defined tremor of repeat prescriptions
sets alarm bells ringing and I turn on a sixpence
or cross roads inventing a previous engagement,
catch a flower arrangement, bend to tie laces,
bury my head in shop windows replete
with cheap trinkets. I tread light o...
Wednesday 26th May 2010 8:54 am
JOBSA GOOD'N
JOBSA GOOD’N
The preacher on the Radio
Says he’s changed his mind about Dave and Joe
But that chap who’s running the B&B
Still won’t let a room to a him and a he.
While the Archbishop ponders his riven flock
And says we all get a much whiter smock
When we come to the end of this earthly race
Whether or not we are arse about face.
But the question is: Wh...
Wednesday 26th May 2010 12:25 am
Autistic Superstars - PROGRAMME REVIEW
Monday 24th May 2010 5:43 pm
Also by Alain English:
New Video | New Gig - It's Jawdance!!!!! | Young, Autistic and Stagestruck | Gigs this Week | New Gig |Golden Silence?
They say silence is golden
I say it is barbed wire
It is a dagger in my heart
That pierces deeper than skin
It kills me slowly, stabbing the goddess within
It razors my heart in two
And leaves me longing for word of you.
They say no news is good
I say
It stuns me to submission
Unable to walk or talk.
I freely make admission.
They say absence mak...
Monday 24th May 2010 12:51 pm
Perspective
When I have left you
I hope you will see
That I watch you in gulls’ eyes as they circle the sea.
When I have left you
I hope you will know
That it wasn’t my choice, to leave you, to go.
But now that it’s happened
I hope you’ll continue
To live with the zest
Of the life you have in you,
I hope you will breathe deep
As you tackle each ...
Sunday 23rd May 2010 7:45 pm
As Sure as Eggs are Eggs.
As sure as eggs are eggs
Bottles of red wine
That have been consumed
Too many times
To Van Morrison albums.
As sure as eggs are eggs
Sculptures out of milk bottles
Sculptures out of orange juice cartons
That can fly.
As sure as eggs are eggs
Drawn on
Your bright blue eyes
Assure me.
Sunday 23rd May 2010 3:44 pm
woKeN SpuRReD
Like a NIKe swoosH Just doiNg iT becaue BECAUSe be-at-cause of the wonderfiLLed tingZ eye doe'z
Saturday 22nd May 2010 2:55 am
Also by Chris Jam:
CReATionZ eYe'Z | WheRe WiLL WenT | Mi CaSA | DeViLLiveD | GorY JaxonorY aLlerGorieZ | QeeNz DrIvE |Exist (Based on last night's dream)
City lights were the faint hum
of the ghost riding the rails,
struggling to exist,
but I was going the wrong way.
Trains screamed overhead,
and strangers blurred
before tired eyes.
Nobody was taking me home.
I couldn't go back,
and if I tried,
the price would be heavy.
So, here I was
in strange territory,
fading t...
Friday 21st May 2010 11:34 pm
a nice moving poem, my most touching in over a decade
for a very special lady who brought some nice times and made me smile and happy. i remember and dedicate this poem to you, once my gothic gal. be well my friend:)
ON HIS SHOULDERS RESTED A GHOST
While going to see a heavy metal band Evil Beneath, he met a soulmate on the bus, he almost never went coz he had so little cash...
Thursday 20th May 2010 10:47 pm
VOTE FOR ME!!!! (PRETTY PLEASE)
please, please vote for me....this is an awesome opportunity.....
Thursday 20th May 2010 3:20 pm
Also by Gemma Lees:
She's So Sick |Pandora's Box
Pandora’s Box
inconceivable
untenable
unbelievable
inhumane
nonsense words -
ideas already
conceived
held
believed
executed
spineless words that fret the tapestry of Truth’s
complexity
multiplicity
duplicity
all woven into what?
...
Thursday 20th May 2010 12:26 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Morning on the Mall | Bedroom Games |Pandora`s Legacy
Created by the Gods
Pandora left her mark
Thursday 20th May 2010 9:42 am
Also by Valerie Cook:
Brothers & Sisters |Pandora's lost Box
To listen to their laughter
was almost too much
like listening to a row of dominos
crashing down in totally
the wrong order.
To listen to their laughter
was almost too much
like listening to the waves
from the nearby coastline
choking itself to death.
Two beautiful young women
swinging cigarettes and beer
w...
Thursday 20th May 2010 8:08 am
Alient
Stop the search.
Silence the satellites.
The little green men
Your fear determined
Wander not in distance.
We are the aliens
From planetry parables,
Violent harvestors
Of the solar garden
Delicate skeletons
Of the star field.
The question begins
And ends here.
We are the aliens.
Thursday 20th May 2010 2:26 am
Also by Kealan Coady:
Dyslexic Caption Readers anonymous. | First attempt at a palindrome | Bland Gandhi | Third Person Omniscient | The Many Aspects Of Panic | Shade-Walking. |Pandora`s Box
My hands are clammy
Cold my heart
My mouth is dry
My every part
Is trembling, shaking,
Drenched with fear
I would be anywhere
But here.
I close my eyes
And fathoms deep
I glide through corals,
Mermaids weep
On mountain top
Where eagles fly
I see death`s face
In golden eye.
In ferny forest
Filtered light
No...
Wednesday 19th May 2010 10:57 pm
Also by Cate:
Tosspot! | Not John`s Cargo | The Night Worker |Breakfast in early Spring
I have seen what you are
I have seen what you really are
A ripple in the waves of the sea
Rolling in fury,
Rolling in anger
Then crumbling and spreading
At the feet of you and me.
The sea, at the coffee table
Said to the land
'Is this where we are to meet?
Where two great colossuses
Shake hands with one another
At this promenade of seagulls ...
Wednesday 19th May 2010 4:25 pm
Pandora's Box
Within the box
Came the light
Spiralling into the smothering depths
Through the sinning lullaby of siren song
An underworld
a stone cold lake
Wherein stood a castle
Wherein behind a door of yew
A library for the gods
Books and discoloured prints
Laid scattered
All about the floor
Furniture
Small dusty web strand...
Wednesday 19th May 2010 11:23 am
Glitter in an Afro
I would still fancy you if you were only 3 ft tall
Even if your head was the size of a tennis ball
If you were paralysed from the hairline down
I’d still give you a call.
Your charisma melts away my guard
My priority is not just to make you hard
I want to embrace balls lovingly
Like Frankie Lampard.
If you were Priminister you’d still stop to check road kill
...
Monday 17th May 2010 9:16 pm
If Ds died
ANGER - keep out!
Citizens a vice bureau
A gangster on the street corner selling rugs
Nanotechnology? No goo will come of it.
Monday 17th May 2010 3:08 pm
Unity
It’s gone on for a while
The Punch and Judy politics
Of a long term relationship
Clearly I’m right
But still we debate the issues
Ever more public
And still poles apart
Opinion divided
Both want a fresh start
But down to the line
We settle the terms
And in coalition
Amity returns
But soon the cracks show…
Monday 17th May 2010 1:41 pm
Love floating high over all
Love
H
I
G
H
All
__________________________________
I like playing with typography
Monday 17th May 2010 1:10 am
Also by Josh Coates:
Why God Why? | Devil's Bidding | Devotion is the Motion | Glances in the Common Room | We are all the same...LOL | Thursday |Haunt
Sometimes, even now,
I look at pictures of you.
See what you’re doing,
smile when you’re mentioned;
I laugh at your jokes, in my head,
even when I remember tears, too.
All of this is bad, I know.
To recall,
just when love became memory.
Sunday 16th May 2010 5:11 pm
Also by Max Wallis:
Denouement | Germinate | When the Wind Sighs - Video Recital | By the Colour of Death |Captain of the Rant vs. Hair Explosion's 'No Copyright Necessary' EP: available for free download!
Hey hey
Just a reminder that Captain of the Rant vs. Hair Explosion's 5 track 'No Copyright Necessary' EP is available for completely free download - a mixture of fast-paced punk poetry and digital beats. Combining rage, rhythm and wit into a little package.
The EP's garnered considerably praise, and we're extremely proud of the results.
Have yourself a listen. The download link ...
Sunday 16th May 2010 1:36 pm
M I D Walrus?
BD I C D VDO N D VDO C I
I C D NME
R U N NME 2?
I C D NRG
D NRG N U
I C U DV8N
O U R DVS!
I C U QN
4 D A O K
F U NE ID?
R U D DJ?
I C U DV8N
DV8R!
I M U
N D R U
S V R U
N U R 3 N 1
U R D X
D R D X
I M D CL
0 0 0 (zero - zero - zero)
O O O (oh - oh -oh)
I M NE1
...
Sunday 16th May 2010 12:45 pm
Kensington
What a mess!
We stare at the shitter:
It's pong-hole agape.
This pleasure-dome
of abandonment,
sings money,
(elsewhere).
sings repair,
(costly).
But we have to dodge
the dog shit
and
Ignore the prostitutes,
as we wend a path
through hurtful
remarks: and stupid
assumptions.
So- poetic prostitutes
while they laugh
...Sunday 16th May 2010 5:01 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Cassandra's Complaint | Love's cooling light |Muriel and Me
I wrote this following a writing workshop in Stockport. It was prompted when we were asked at break time if we would like a cup of tea.
Muriel and Me
A cuppa tea?
- For Muriel and me?
- Make it G&T…
And if it’s no trouble,
Please make it a double….
These writing classes are superb:
We learn about the written word –
...
Saturday 15th May 2010 3:41 pm
Also by Dorinda MacDowell:
Hope |Breathless
Breathless
Write out loud,
Write out as loud as you can,
Write what?
We all have something to say,
We all have unique expression to this human experience,
And while the lungs fill and the tongue wags,
Exhalation of air is another solitude lost.
Why when lonely within six billion people
Do we never find any soul that could hasten
...Friday 14th May 2010 11:53 pm
Fear Nowt
Love Hope
I’ve cleaned out my intestines and dried them with a towel
But despite all these fine efforts I’ve an unsanitary bowel
I take all the precautions, I’ve smoothed out all the gaps
But I know that in the morning my rectum will prolapse
I’ve tried all kinds of treatments and used a range of lotions
Still the rumblings never cease, nor do the perpetual ...
Friday 14th May 2010 10:27 am
Also by Jon Ridgeway:
Love Hope |Super Size Super Skinny
Super Size Super Skinny
Oh, Doctor Christian
So handsome in that half-man half-horse kind of way
I love your style
Patronisingly handing down little nutritious nuggest of wisdom
To the morbidly obese and the dangerously thin
-This is what you eat in a week
Does it shock you?-
A tube representing your intestines
Stuffed to the brim with gak
Saturated fat
...
Wednesday 12th May 2010 12:58 pm
The Hung Parliament. May2010
The Hung Parliament. May2010
May’s long days light the leaves,
Unfurling from the woodland trees,
At roadside, garden, park and wood,
The lime, horse-chestnut, last the ash.
The buds relax and sepals fall,
Discarded cradles drift on paths.
The midges rise to meet the sap,
High lies the nests, the drey, the starch.
Below slim saplings bend and ...
Tuesday 11th May 2010 10:01 pm
Hatred in the Heart of Olde England
They bought the land, we understand
With hard cash fair and square
But as they are not English folk
They cannot build their own park there
On land that they themselves own
As a blockade blocks the load
Of supplies for drainage and ancillary works
So they don't camp on the road
For their town is picturesque
In the heart of Old England
The truth's if your not white, E...
Monday 10th May 2010 2:05 am
Would society find me, if I was not there
The sun, prizes my curtains apart again, mauling my eyelids,
as I lie here, in my self-contained flat,
a high-rise, male teenager in a canopy of concrete and steel.
Green envious eyes peer down,
at the urban jungle below.
I am hooded, against the cold,
a shadow of an existence,
as I meander, the grey washed streets of conformity.
My daily life bores me shitless,
...Saturday 8th May 2010 1:34 pm
FRAGMENTS FOR PRIVATE RICHARD HUNT
The 200th British soldier killed in Iraq.
How can I be useful, of what service can I be? Vincent Van Gogh
Weather brings rain
and smells of death
and the promise of roses
and the moon throws its beams
over empty ground.
A cold wind plays around
and trunks bow their heads
and flowers lives in poverty
and a lone bird mourns
...Friday 7th May 2010 3:54 pm
Also by Rodney Wood:
MAMER |poetic Justice
poetic justice
if poets did justice and the law
loansharks would get baliffs knocking on their door
animal abusers would have to go to the vets instead of the doctors
muggers would be beaten up by old grannies
scientists who test animals with cosmetics would find themselves dolled up every morning
by cosmetics that give them a rash
and bankers who get big bonuses would have to ...
Friday 7th May 2010 12:39 pm
Last day part ii
And it was then, when her world filled with
orange light
that she knew her days end had come.
As she fell to her knees the darksouls came upon her,
she could smell their decay,
could taste it strong and sick.
She wouldn't scream,
wouldn't let them see her torture.
She knew they would revel in her terror so she bit down on her lips,
ignoring the blood and the flash of pain.
W...
Wednesday 5th May 2010 2:29 am
Make me a child
ONE
-----
I asked her to wrap me in cotton wool,
She said would cotton sheets and a duvet do?
I said make me a child again
Because of all of this world hurts too much
Adulthood is a pale imitation,
Of childish games.
I used to make shapes out of the clouds
The rain was never unwelcome
Everything unfolded with half fear wonder
And the elements took joy in scaring us,
...
Tuesday 4th May 2010 7:32 pm
Earshot
Earshot was a really enjoyable night. We had a drink with Mark Niel before the show and he was really awesome. You could really see how much time and effort he puts into his poetry. I could feel how much he loves poetry in his performance, which was really strong. I learnt a lot from him about engaging with the audience, mostly about how much I can get away with:
He ended the show shoel...
Tuesday 4th May 2010 8:06 am
Lament in Middle Age
There was a time remembered fondly
when i was young and fair
when passers by, all and sundry
marvelled at my carefree air
A fleeting moment of former life
though age comes on one soon
and youth cut off as if by knife
slips to dark, like waxing moon
My curling tress, my flowing lock
to baldness creepeth on
imagine please the horror shock
when crown onc...
Tuesday 4th May 2010 6:13 am
Dance
A poem was
Shapeless yet
Unformed by words
Then sensed
Given licence to jump from heart to head
And dance
And the feeling danced alone
Oh then came words
They paused the feeling
They made it fall to floor from ceiling
And Stop
Dancing
Stop
Feeling
Stop
Chop chop
Line up
Turn round
Turn
Into
Sound
A poem was
A silent thing
N...
Monday 3rd May 2010 11:48 am
In Grip Of Silence
Maybe the cats are meandering on another street
and the snails amble minutely in the lawn.
The drenched dogs gambole in a neighbouring field.
The slick pebbles shield insects from sight
the ambititious ants bustle there
whilst soggy branches whisper over
budding bluebells and a bunch of yellow flowers
Potential pedestrains prevaricate indoors
...
Sunday 2nd May 2010 1:03 pm
The Secret Writers Club
Tomorrow!
1pm til 3pm. Less than 5 min away from Wigan train station, we're doing a Drop-In at Mocha Coffee Shop, Wallgate, Wigan.
Everyone welcome. Bring a poem or any other sort of writing and sit round with a nice brew and a cake and discuss your work with other writers.
Check out the gig guide!
Saturday 1st May 2010 5:03 pm
Site Stats for April 2010
Here’s what the stats are telling us happened last month
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