GRUNGE CONCERT
This concert I wanna tell you about
pivotal, '92 it was
grunge out of Seattle
you would have been there
I kid you not
if you'd knew about it
I was totalled then, a storm building
wipe - out brainwise.
Can't even remember where it was
this concert I wanna tell you about.
but it happened, know what i'm saying
fuck me it was up there
with Hendricks and th...
Friday 30th June 2017 10:45 pm
Also by ray pool:
REACH FOR THE SKY | YOU SAY | AIMS | AUNT NORA | 70th BIRTHDAY BALLOON | WE'RE GOING DOWN TO THE COTSWOLDS | THE WAYFARER | MOTHER'S RUIN | BIRDMAN | SILVERSIDES v CHARRINGTON | ENGAGEMENT | DOWN MEMORY LANE | LAID TO REST |THE SCUZZIE AND THE SOLERO
I am aware that many of my WOL chums see me as a little hard-hearted. Perhaps an incident that happened the other day will mollify this somewhat.
It was in Brighton and it was stonking hot. Our Gert and me decided to get an ice cream. But on the prom these could cost you £2.50 or more! So we found a Sainsbury's where we got a pack of three Soleros for £1.50. Result.
We were eating them when ...
Friday 30th June 2017 10:39 pm
Also by John Coopey:
HOMEWORK | OL' MAN RIVER | LADY IN RED | PEPE THE SHEEP SHAGGER | WINNERS AND LOSERS | POETRY GARDEN |The Bitch
She saunters about,
Her nose raised in superiority.
Peacock, proud and arrogant,
Strutting around,
lethal with spite,
Spitting her viscous venom,
Wounds cut deep,
Lashed by her tongue,
Her actions grind others down.
Whip to spur them on,
Beaten brows cry out.
No autonomy,
Trust stolen,
Integrity lost,
Freedom withdrawn.
Her senseless cunning,
Enslav...
Friday 30th June 2017 7:32 pm
Also by Louise Clarke:
One man and his dog. | The Path | What can you see? | Medication that's what I need | My Old Dog | Baby | Knock knock... | For a Friend | Sunny Days |char
At the corner of your mouth there is lightning
I am burning my fingers
Trying to remove the skin of a roasted red pepper
But someone, somewhere is dying
This songs climax is the lead singer screaming
‘ITS FADING’
But rather than the music dying down
It is getting louder and louder
So he must mean that the silence is fading
To successfully remove the skin of a red pe...
Friday 30th June 2017 6:39 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
ceremony | sick fire | nobody shall sleep |Twelfth Dare
Entering to new room for this twelfth daring scene
Hearing people moaning, seeing women bobbing
As we head to a seat with a wicked throbbing
Looking at your stunned face to the action obscene
Take in the thrusting view and observe the fun parts
As my hand holds your hand and I kiss your red cheek
And we murmur to acts in front or our live peek
Not able to find words in these new twisted c...
Friday 30th June 2017 3:46 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
Eleventh Dare | Tenth Dare | Ninth Dare | Eighth Dare | Seventh Dare | Sixth Dare | Fifth Dare | Fourth Dare | Third Dare | Second Dare | First Dare | Canada 150 (1) | Blue eyes, brown eyes | Freedom at WOL | Last Lecture | Sex drive | Cougar | Let loose | Retirement - Sunday | Retirement - Saturday | Retirement - Friday | Retirement - Thursday | Retirement - Wednesday | Retirement - Tuesday | Retirement - Monday | For the loving moment | Right moves | The bachelor song | Genocide |Sluggish
Recklessly sluggish
After sleepless dusk
An open eye survivor
Struggles to wake up.
She sweeps the air,
Fingertips stretched or
As far as her muscles
Let her catch the
Wondering wool sheep.
Tension fills her peak
Until the release, then
She slumps and grumbles
Into her abused chair;
Melting once again
Into today's tedious affair.
Friday 30th June 2017 12:59 pm
Also by Michaela Sheldon:
Ride the Bean | Foggy Day | I wrote this in tears | Sweet Extraction | See These Flowers | Violent Verdict | Tender Mild | Pathetically Drawn | Pitter Pat Cat | Blue Silk | My Single Mother | My Bladder | When Am I Full? | When is It Full? | His Before Mine | Suckle Numple | Sour Fingers | Time is Flying | Red Stain | Twin of Hypnos | Collarbones | Mum Was Right | Beauty x3 | I Really Shouldn't Eat in the Sand. | I, The Loon | My Detonating Device | The Pekoe |Love is not fixed, Shakespeare!
Hi! This is me Mukund Iyer. It has been a long time putting up with a nice blog post. So here I am, giving you a piece of advice of how love is not real in my view.
"Love is not constant. It is a variable in the equation of intersection between individual life and society."
The above line says it all. Love is not real. Now, Shakespeare, one of the most notorious person with a way around...
Friday 30th June 2017 9:42 am
Also by Mukund Iyer:
Feminism: A talk about it | Ballad of a Procrastinator | Thrifty |The Granddaughter Plays
Today as my Granddaughter plays..
I fall into the simple haze
Childhood memories of long lost Daze
Feelings I had forgotton as I grew into age
How I sometimes miss that childhood haze.
Billowing curtains and breezes gone by,
I feel the beauty of my own childhood, minds' eye
Childhood haze, really never goes bye.
Thursday 29th June 2017 11:46 pm
BASS GUITAR
BASS GUITAR
The bass guitar is not loud enough
He explained solemnly
Unless it rattles your cufflinks
In the back row
It's not concerned with melody
Just there to add some body.
That was a long time ago
In our long hair days
The next time we met
His locks had disappeared
Mine were slowly thinning
I reminded him of his saying.
...
Thursday 29th June 2017 4:37 pm
Time, Beings
Acute humans, lonely in angles.
Attempting life, death in bedsits adept
while the children they might have had
move by, skipping dead futures in the sunlight.
Cries like mice unborn, alive as ibis dead,
the yet to be, the much too soon. The swears
on their behalf. So many meanings please just
let them die a life, form a death so lovely
that souls gather like apes upon a pond
of rip...
Thursday 29th June 2017 11:17 am
Also by Kealan Coady:
Owl By Lamplight | Remember The Butterfly |The Law Of This Land
They think that we are not worthy . The chosen few . With the gift of the gab and the wealth to get through . They make their own laws . Thinking all should abide . But where are the laws of this Land . And how do we stand . We remember Laws were made when we were young . And now it's very unfair . We don't get a say when we know things are wrong . Why are we not listened to . Why are we abused ....
Thursday 29th June 2017 6:44 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Our Mums Past And Present | No Words Needed | Make Do And Mend | Shameful | Beautiful | No Holes In My Socks | People | Don't You Belive It | Racism | Don't | No Words | What A Lovely Song | Song Bird | Who Is Driving Our Taxis | My Chidren | If Only | Talk To Some One | What Next | The Remoaners |Dear, Moon
Dear, Moon
Will the pain go away?
Will I ever stop thinking about him by the day?
Call it what you may,
but it must have been real.
Though, the next day
he did say
no love did he feel.
My lips are sealed.
Mocking the existence of those kisses.
Now all my prayers and wishes are for him.
If we are never to be again,
then what must I do?
Dear, Moon?
Thursday 29th June 2017 4:26 am
OCD
O-C-D-C
1-2-3;
D-C-O-C
4-5-6;
Must touch once, twice, thrice!
Otherwise I must pay the price!
Penetrating thoughts that won’t go away,
Compulsions that haunt me day by day,
Anxiety comes, anxiety goes,
Got guilt, depression and so much obsession.
O-C-D-C
1-2-3;
C-D-O-D
Please leave me!
Thursday 29th June 2017 1:54 am
Also by Toby W:
Grandad's Armchair | Driftwood |unknown soldier (half-life)
I see you
left forsaken
in the desert
along the footsteps
to the threshold
of your own home..
to spare you
the kiss of pity
upon your cheek
I would send before you
great trembling and thunder
to awaken all that sleep
within your house
while you still walk
the earth athirst...
Thursday 29th June 2017 1:06 am
Also by nunya:
watchdog | the parachutist (deployed) |The 'Magic Money Tree'
As a Country we have been conned.
Just like magic, a wave of the wand.
Behind magic mirrors, a cheap trick.
Out of nowhere, through smoke thick.
Out of thin air, suddenly there to see.
Teresa May has found a 'money tree'
Great timing for the DUP it was found.
On its branches over a billion pound.
This money tree must reach the sky.
A money tree means 10 votes to buy.
Nothing left on ...
Thursday 29th June 2017 12:38 am
Also by Mike Bartram:
Snared Rats | The Butterfly | 'Mates Rate' | The River Styx | Sleeping Dogs | My Life Beneath The Sea | Left Behind |Adam's Humanity
Allow that the least atom may be separated from all else:
this was my position.
Darkness, or rather nothingness
in every direction,
and every second identical.
As my fears that I must be asleep, drugged, dead or worse
shrank like stars of the morning
I knew their fate to be like mine
and emptiness, darkness or nothingness
was not really so bad!
It was now I saw as if with eyes
a br...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 10:56 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Exordium | Towering Factory Gates | For Me Gardening Mam | Bedtime Of Doom | Foundlings |THE BLAME GAME
Give them the occasion...give them the day
And you will find they came
To play in everything they say
The easy game of blame.
...................................................................
Wednesday 28th June 2017 9:37 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
THE VIEW FROM HERE | EXCUSE ME | A TALE OF TWO CITIES | PERFORMANCE | THE POETRY JUDGE | LAND OF HOPE AND JACKANORY | HATE IS NEVER LATE |Beyond
I find that I must live in a world
Where, between that desperate dusk and a new dawn,
And between many a dawn and its dusk,
The only reality lies in love.
To be in love in that first dawn
And in the dusk, was to feel the sun
Warm our very passion every minute of every hour,
Reality lay only in the other.
And beyond that dreadful dusk, nothing
but dawns and dusk and ...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 4:13 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:
Meaning | Druid Lane | Monument |Vestigial Tales
Vestigial Tales
Lost when you
Become an adult
What you could tell
Your younger self
Some feelings
You can't even spell
Leaving their marks
Without a pause
It's colder inside
Than it is out
You're left with
Vague suspicions
And drowned meanings
Still haunted by what
You thought
You'd become
Wednesday 28th June 2017 3:35 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
Roleplay | The corporate poet | Beautiful | Laughter | Reverse Cinderella | The calm was the last thing to fall | Drugs | Daily Horrors | Runningintoyou | In Public | free market |Emotional Prostitute
Every heart wants somethings thats harder to get
Like looking for that rainbow in the desert
Or the dry spot in the rain forest
But no some people are hunters
They prey on your weak emotions while you pray for acceptance
You could stand up for them while they stain your name when your down
That same stain will be seen around town
Looking for love no im just a corner hoe for ...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 11:05 am
Grotesque decadence
A small piece I wrote while sitting by the river today, I actually hand wrote about 5 of these and left them at all the surrounding buildings haha !
The river dances, An iridescent reflect the sun shines as it mirrors and presents
A cinematic silhouette
Birds glide, dive into the depths, lizards leapt down the oyster coated steps.
Dip there feet and feast on what the fishermen left, Rotten...
Wednesday 28th June 2017 9:17 am
Also by Jakob Robinson:
Give me peace. |Noughts and Crosses
I'm finding
(quite often nowadays)
that I'm slowly running out of words to describe how you left me
like a blackhole, in both good ways and bad
it sucks in all that was good and rips those memories from me
but takes away all that I hated
I have so much I want to say
and so much I hold back on
too stubborn
to admit what I wish I could
I wonder how you...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 10:28 pm
Ice Or Fire
Watch out for the fire
It burns your skin
Watch out for the ice
It freezes your soul
What would you prefer
Ice or fire
Freezing to death or
Turning into ashes
They both frighten me
But fire frightens me the most
My biggest fear is that my house will lit on fire
And that I will burn with it
But when I'm dead
I do want to be cremated
That sounds weird
Li...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 3:47 pm
Just a Nurse
A daughter, a mother and a nurse, sleepwalks to work
On four hours’ sleep, as the moon peeps above the clouds.
The sun snuggles under the covers.
The familiar uniform bares her arms against the breath of December.
Clinical blue shrouds her worries of money troubles
And ailing family members
She wears a compassionate smile.
There are blisters on the soles of her feet,
From chasing the lost ...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 2:14 pm
Also by Eva Elizabeth:
The Last Night with Grandad. |Life
Life
Life is not fair
Or is it?
It can drain you bare
Or make your face lit
It’s the master of us all
Its gives and it can take
You can feel like the king of the ball
Some days its bread other days cake
In it’s eyes
People are all the same
The bond that ties
Those who goes and those who came
For everyone in life there is a beginning
And ther...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 11:44 am
Also by Neill Barnard:
Light breaking through |Wearing Thin
More frequently now, come moments
When life wears thin
And through the threadbare tissue
That we call family, community, society
That we call culture, values, mores
I see the loneliness of the living
And, more surely, the loneliness of the dead
Beyond the manufacture and the fabrication
Lies the truth, which some have named beautiful
And some have named despair
Alonen...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 10:57 am
Re-clad
Theresa told us, that there simply was no magic money tree
Until she conjured up a billion to buy the D.U.P.
For every vote - one hundred million? Sounds like bribery to me.
How it affects our strong and stable union - We'll have to wait to see.
Lizzie Regina - finds her coffers swelled by nearly another ten percent
While her high rise dwelling subjects get just an air bed for ...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 9:30 am
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:
Stay Put | Our City Of Many Bridges |Above My Home
A top the ridge I sit
The meadow below I live
The sun setting in the west shines new perspective on the eastern mountain tops
The color of gold
a sight with all the riches can't be sold
The Columbia River or Lake Roosevelt from the damn that changed our old ways to new so that we stay in power, snakes down the vally of old
I sit here to contemplate my anger
but the b...
Tuesday 27th June 2017 6:27 am
Also by New Shoes:
Blood Transfusion | Just A Thought | New Shoes, by the artist formally known as Old Shoes |dweeb.
(fun fact: im writing this while we're on hangouts but you're talking to your grandma)
you are the reason for my sanity.
you are my everything.
my best friend, my brother, my will to live, my source of happiness.
the more i open up to you
about the inerworkings of my brain
i gain confidence.
the more i share with you
about my darkest thoughts,
i feel less lonley
cos ...
Monday 26th June 2017 11:58 pm
Also by m.k.:
sleep deprived teen angst. (aka, sad jumbled b/s i wrote after staying up all night) | bridges. | old habits. new habits. you won't be proud. |Pheasants
Upon being handed
the gun I
choose to recline on wet, springy turf
and then lay down on the
wrinkled blue tarpaulin,
to pepper the air,
Phasianus Colchicus
blurting out the why and the where
and clasping my sweat
at 26 metres.
The older corners are the best
the low-hanging branches,
the leafy hollows, amalgamated bark, bush
and clumps of stone,
discar...
Monday 26th June 2017 11:31 pm
Also by David Blake:
The Roast |National Poetry Day Event - Eastbourne. Submissions invited
“Freedom: A Search for Meaning”
The Poetry Café On Stage
27th September 2017 evening
The Under Ground Theatre, Eastbourne
Local poets & poetry performers are invited to submit poems for performance on the theme of “freedom“.
Individual poets may perform for up to 10 min or as a duo/group for 15 min. The programme format (3 x 30 min sections with 2 x 20 min breaks) will be finalised ba...
Monday 26th June 2017 10:29 pm
Mrs May's Farmyard (to the tune of Old McDonald)
Mrs May she had the lead
E I E I O
but wanted BIG majority
E I E I O
With a snap vote here and a shite campaign
Strong and stable falling by the wayside
Mrs May she had the lead
E I E I O
The lead was cut considerably
E I E I O
By turning weak and wobbly
E I E I O
With a no-show here and a u-turn there
Deficient in charisma with a hawk-eyed glare
...Monday 26th June 2017 3:44 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:
Bang Bang (for Karen) |Lost & Found (And Other Myths)
Lost & Found (And Other Myths)
She couldn’t bloody find it
To fund the NHS
She swore that it was mythical
When the schools were in a mess
She claimed it was a commie myth
And we would all be broke
If we continued looking for it
And believed that beardy bloke.
She laughed at those economists
Who said we should fund community
If the country just believ...
Monday 26th June 2017 3:01 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Dark Tower |APPLE OF MY EYE..
Sidekick since i got my senses,
everytime you dissolve my defences,
always succor me when i need,
you are cognate to good time seed.
Most of the time we raise hell,
without you no day is spent well,
sometimes without reason i yell,
de facto you are my bombshell.
We always remain cheek by jowl,
but why do you often howl?
You are truly man of your word,
everytime you...
Monday 26th June 2017 1:00 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:
BURNING CANDLES BOTH ENDS | NEXORABLE ME |interpretation
What I say and how I say it
I hate when people take is the wrong way
I may be a bit dim at times
But please don’t take it wrong when I say these lines
I’m simply a one woman man
I always try the best I can
To please her and make her happy
Yes that’s right in just a bit sappy
I really don’t want to let go
So ill end with this I truly love her so
Monday 26th June 2017 12:38 am
Also by phillip noone:
limescale and bacteria | you,yours and I | meal for one |BEAUTY ( IN EYE OF BEHOLDER)
BEAUTY
(( IN EYE OF BEHOLDER ))
I see you clearly,
in my muddled mind;
goddess of beauty,
that I hope to find
So seductively,
showering in speech
far apart are we,
but not out of reach.
I hear your heartbeat
clear as the waves,
Like angels retreat
Passing over graves
Beauty from you grows
Within my heart and soul;
It blooms...
Sunday 25th June 2017 10:18 pm
Also by Phillip Kelly:
YASMIN MCCLURG | HERMOSA FLOR ( BEAUTIFUL FLOWER) |Honey sweet honey
Honey sweet honey,
I see you in my dreams, dear sweet honey.
Good to see you're still jolly,
I can hear you at night my dear dolly...
You still got that melody kicking in dearie,
I can still feel it through you darling.
Got those big brown eyes dashing...
honey sweet honey,
Would you be mine tonight sweet pie?
Do not worry about anything for some time,
I got you covered in my soul tonigh...
Sunday 25th June 2017 6:24 am
Also by G.N.D.:
We've met before | Nights are cold | Somewhere between places | A garden inside of me | An archer of the woods |The Joy of Sharing Reading
A special time with my mother
A time to have an adventure to fantastical places
Meet friends in wonderful places
An imagination roller coaster ride each night
A special time with my daughter
A time to give back and revisit childhood memories
Reconnect with old friends
Take another ride on a great reading roller coaster
Reading can take us to Sendak's monstrous isl...
Sunday 25th June 2017 3:21 am
No words x (6/01/2009)
Five-two-one-four-seven-one
Buzz number six on the intercom
"Beep, beep, beep"- and there you'd be
With a smile and open arms, waiting for me.
Your home was my escape, my favourite place
It was the very place that I knew I was safe
It was there I went, when I had a hard day at school
Or when I'd had another playground fall
Everyones Grandparents died, It was always sad
"My Nan ...
Sunday 25th June 2017 12:04 am
Also by T x:
Just Because. x |এক ধরণের সমকালীন কবিতা
মানুষের আশেপিঠে নেমে আসা তারার দিনের পোকা
ছিড়ে দাও শ্যামাফুল
বিজলিকে কবুল-
ঘুমের ভেতর ভোতা ছুড়ি হাতে পায়চারী করা খিটখিটে মনোলোভাতুর
আঁচল খুঁজতে ফালি আর ফালি খুবলায় নিজেরে মগজ-বুক
সে যেন্ না পায় টের
সাবধানে তোমার ঝিঁঝিঁর টোকাটি দাও
ফের যাও দুষ্পাঠ্য গোপন
সন্ধ্যার সাগর
কোন শুকনা হাসির দেশে গিয়া না আবার কবে মর
জন অরণ্যের এরম সাফারিপার্কে তবু অলক্ষে প্রাণে
নেমে আসো..
...
Saturday 24th June 2017 9:58 pm
Love making
Wedding bells chime, the ceremony is over
Rice rises as we make haste down the aisle
been waiting for this day more than a little while
the day that I am able to fully embrace my lover
bad company asked me what's the point in waiting?
while they were having sex, our love was in themaking
an intercourse of the mind and soul as we Christian mingled
minus the worldwide web but we still c...
Saturday 24th June 2017 9:42 pm
Also by Juan Pablo Lynch:
I tried | Freestyle verse #1 | Unrequited Love |The Creepy Old House
In a creepy old house I
found a creepy old doll.
I bent to pick it up
and boy did I have a fall.
I stood up had a lump
on my head, but
otherwise alright.
I looked out the window,
day had turned to night.
I looked and looked but
did not find the doll.
I turned to leave and there
it was han...
Saturday 24th June 2017 4:43 pm
2:30 in the morning
I am up at 2:30 in the morning looking at the stars is not a full moon all i see is the moon don't have a telescope to look at the stars i already made my wishes at 12 am before i wrote some more poetry on my notebook i read a book earlier today the book i read was interesting i read interesting stories on the newspaper article im not sleepy yet I'm just staying up thinking about alot its alot of ...
Saturday 24th June 2017 7:37 am
Mind
My mind is racing up
I can't control my thought
Am loosing the track
And now there's no turning back
No time to fall
No time to break
I feel like drowning
The river keep calling
Knife on my skin
The blood's running
And isn't getting better
My fingers across the gun
This is my fun
Oh! They found the trigger
This time I won't be a loser
Just shut you eyes (Ain't needing yo...
Saturday 24th June 2017 4:32 am
These Drugs
These drugs making our minds feel fearless like we are at ease secretly messing with our memories. These drugs taking our pain bottling it all in vein, loosing the track of time when your high then you realize years have gone by, and you are left with nothing. These drugs wrinkling your skin aging you within, now you are dying and wish you could turn around and your whole life would be there waiti...
Saturday 24th June 2017 12:19 am
The Concrete Road
the concrete road
still dark and darkening night, the dead cold of dying winter,
rain against the windscreen, speed in easy, selfish solitude.
my shirt gives up the scent of soap.
(i have no other dream.)
noise surrounds me, the oil-ribbed sounds of a lost summer,
the meaningless bypass between here and some other place.
yet hands formed this path.
(i have no othe...
Friday 23rd June 2017 9:43 am
Love at first sight
I remember the first day we made eye contact
Because that's the day my life turned around
I knew from that very moment
True love is what I had found
The way you looked in my eyes
And flashed me your beautiful smile
Told me from that very moment
Your what I was looking for all the while
The way that you make me feel inside
Takes my every breath away
I've never come across an...
Friday 23rd June 2017 7:09 am
Also by Srinivas R Gowda:
An Intoxicating Love |Homeward Bound
Homeward Bound
A simple wooden boat glides
across a sea of immense tranquility
No engine or sail to propel her forward
only a gentle movement to traverse
I am a solitary figure
on an empty open deck
Ahead lies the promontory of
a land which is the horizon before us
with a setting sun behind
Closer I see the silhouettes
of people waving a loft
They beckon f...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 10:19 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
Indoors | Self Imposed | The Aftermath | Gender Enjoyment | Moods | Sir Winston S Churchill | Sheeple | The Eyes | Hold onto Power | The Formative Years | Justice & Peace | Another Place | Wavelength | The Steamroller | The Season for Love | The Wind | Two Voices | A Different War | A New Vocabulary | The Barrack Room | Motorbike and Sidecar | When it is over... | The Joys of a Technophobe | A Hermitage | Election Time again | The Russians came to Tea |The Bookie Always Wins
Pick a side; your call. But I guarantee
the grass is greener on the other.
They've beaten you one way or another,
just like your pathetic predecessors.
Look at you - a sweaty, neurotic mess,
dribbling the last of your whisky chaser
down your chest while glaring at the laptop
with your back hunched. You grip your shaking hands,
praying that the Argentine footbal...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 9:06 pm
Also by Neil Robertson:
The Prisoner of Pollen | Never Like The First Time | Transition | Acts I and II | Records |WORLD; A WONDER PALACE.
I wish people would understand,
The plight I walk with hand-in-hand.
I wish they give me space to cry,
To make my heart able to fly.
I wish the confusion I feel to resolve,
So that I know, when to turn the valve.
I wish the stars, the moon would talk,
And tell me the time for me to walk.
I wish the birds, the bees would whisper,
The talks that I could decipher.
I wish...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 5:00 pm
Your Revolution
Whatever happened to your revolution?
You’re working for Barclays, you’re up for promotion.
Back in the eighties you’d rage against Thatcher.
This time next month you’ll be regional manager.
Congratulations, you’ve made it in banking.
You’re queen of the high street, your CV’s outstanding.
How does it feel to be part of the team,
in the faceless, exploitative, corporate machin...
Thursday 22nd June 2017 2:13 pm
Sun top table bare
Its Friday and it’s four o’clock
At the gardener’s arms
And the boys are at the bench
Shirts off
Sun out
Baking staking hot
The beers are in
The smokes are out
The jokes are flying
And dying like swatted flies on table tops
But laughter pervades none the less
Across reddened sultry crowns and cheeks
Where bare bravado reigns
In the hope
Of topless golden s...
Wednesday 21st June 2017 9:18 am
Also by Martin Elder:
I have seen |color
Baby you don't got me feeling blue
You got me feeling black
All I feel is darkness, I ain't never running back, to you
I can never do that, the feelings that u left me, got me rolling back, the time
When I thought you were mine, told you that I needed you and u decided that I'm, a waste
You thought you put us in our place, breaking up the good shit, all there's left is bullshit, a cave
That ...
Wednesday 21st June 2017 9:06 am
Also by iesha washington:
Ex |Tan Hill Inn
Teenagers, cycling across the Dales
up country roads in the seventies sun
wheels turning, chests burning
on our way to Tan Hill Inn
Too young to drink then
we'd sit in the garden
catch our breath and if we're lucky
maybe the northern lights
I'd take photographs
thinking to myself
one day I'll bring my wife here
one day I'll bring my children
if I have any
and we'd cycle home
All...
Tuesday 20th June 2017 8:06 pm
Sister theif
It brings me joy to watch your face
As when I bring things to our place
Your eyes light up with a little spark
That shows this thing is your mark
So the next time I see the thing I got
It will not ever be in its proper spot
It will always be upon your person
As you're not in the least fearsome
That I will start to huff and puff
When I see you take all my stuff
Because it bring m...
Tuesday 20th June 2017 2:30 pm
Heatwave
Hey you groovy guyz what’s going on down
Everybody has just left this sweltering town
And the word is they are heading for the coast
Try and stop me and you will definitely be toast
What on earth is this mass stampede all about?
Anyway I am just going to jump scream and shout
Very nice to meet you vibrant blazing sun
Everybody is on the beach having big fun
Tuesday 20th June 2017 1:31 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
Batman (Adam West) R.I.P. | Vote For Me | Flaming June |See you up there at love o'clock
Only a moment ago I felt my love for you rise above the ordinary.
Locked in truth and spirit.
It’s a miracle that happened because we did not push. We just opened the doors and it wafted in.
We never pushed for acceptance or approval.
And it came, again and again and again. Filling us. Flooding us.
Our union is destined for eternity. It is not of this world.
I listen as you sing ...
Tuesday 20th June 2017 7:38 am
Also by Chakraj:
Nothing's changed | Our Divine Dance | I feel you shining in me | You make my heart sing | Listen to your heart petal | Shit, I burnt the dictionary. | When you're in pain, thank heavens |careless man
i told you i was fragile and you threw me across the room
then asked me why i shattered and cried past noon
you yelled at me for getting the broken pieces stuck in your chest
said you cant handle someone whos life is such a mess
Monday 19th June 2017 11:56 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:
reflection | changing is painful | insensitive lover | can i dissociate | i want to feel free | emotional quitter |Conversation
Conversation
don’t rock the boat
but it’s already sinking
don’t make a noise
but the silence is poisoned
sit on the fence
but it’s splintered and breaking
look the other way
but children are starving
and words taken hostage
crammed into cages
are testing their teeth
on ragged promises
until swollen with anger
nursed by rage
they eat away the e...
Monday 19th June 2017 11:47 pm
Also by Karen Ankers:
Meeting At Euston |Margaret, Mags or Margie
Margaret, Mags or Margie
Whoever knows your name
Knows you're kind and friendly
With perhaps a hint of spice
Take it from someone who knows
There's a world of fans just out there
Wishing you all the best
Whether it's Margaret, Mags or Margie
We know you're one of the best
Monday 19th June 2017 10:15 pm
The Only Way
The sin of my ways
Haunting for all my days
Like leaves in a tree, with the wind I sway
Attempting to fill every tray
As my heart is hardened to clay
I can only see what lies in my way
My heart is dropped into the fray
Am I not enough for one person to stay?
Father, there must be a better way!
Oh, but there is my son
I have sent you on a run
So the Spirit may show...
Monday 19th June 2017 4:56 pm
Also by Travis:
Broken | Count it All Joy | The Transformative Gospel | 2 Corinthians 5:17 | Living Water | What does God Want from Us? |Rust
Lost in the summer haze
still filtering out those greys,
still absent in waste,
vacant in change
rearranging my stain
an inherent pain
displaced
the colour
drips,
drips,
drips.
My bones leak into my soul,
the mud absorbs everything
but the flow
and the black fog
still follows me home.
The desert can be bleak
especially when the colour
constantly leaks
and the sa...
Monday 19th June 2017 3:00 pm
Also by MyDystopiA:
Still | Mystic Blue | Golden Hues | Waiting |Sunrise
In the midst of the summer
As back to school gets closer; troubles linger
I stopped for awhile to ease my mind
Get to the highest point to get a look
The creation and destruction of us
The best thing in my sight is the sunrise
Rising over the mountain
With no rush it peeps; then make a grand entry
I wish the life in you is the one in me
To be the light of this world
So selfless and uns...
Monday 19th June 2017 3:13 am
Also by Kae-Jan:
flawed | making moves | just you | tales of a penny |The Story Of My Heart
My heart is strong as steel.
Although it shivers and I cry.
It should've stopped at birth,
but it refused to die.
Love made a hole into it,
but now it's looking differently on you!
Do you really think survival of three surgeries
can't survive a flu?
It watches people leave,...
realizing everybody goes away...
But it blindly trusts and puts a new heartbeat
...Sunday 18th June 2017 11:38 pm
IT’S MORE THAN JUST STUFF
stuff comes from volcanoes
stuff is also the roar of 45 fire engines, phone calls and alarms that didn’t work
stuff is the roar of where are my family, what will I do now, where are the authorities
stuff is the roar of inside the volcano, waving from windows or crawling on the ground
stuff is the roar of mothers clutching their children and fathers dropping them to people 3 floors belo...
Sunday 18th June 2017 3:08 pm
What Do the Children Think?
I seriously wonder if
the mores by which we conduct our adult lives
are assessed and implemented
by Ages Nine/Ten.
Kids have innate character.
They are observant and honest, decisive and brutal.
They judge by the keenest survival principle:
'cause and effect according to ME!'
I think the impact of prime birthdays
19/20; 39/40; 59/60 etc.
are about quantity not q...
Sunday 18th June 2017 2:27 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
The Art of Japanese Flower Arranging |Becoming a ghost
There's this song I always come back to,
It reminds me of the day I first met you.
No other words mean as much to me as the lyrics that were sang in the song,
it's a constant reminder of how we held on for so long.
You might've been just a ghost but you knew what flesh felt like,
you knew what a hug meant and how to treat someone in the cold night.
You were no stranger to love and comfort,
...
Saturday 17th June 2017 11:21 pm
A Tower In Silence
Since I lived in the shadow of Grenfell in the 70s in what is now the 'Latymer Christian Centre' the tragedy has moved me more than I can adequately express
Here's a pome comparing Grenfell with the Parsi towers of silence.
"A Tower In Silence"
High above the city
On Malabar Hill, Mumbai
Stands a mist caressed silent tower
A shrine of mystery
Where carrion birds flock to feas...
Saturday 17th June 2017 9:10 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:
Inconsequential Death of a Hermit | About A Motorway. |Kensington and Chelsea
Sleep well tonight
With your burning
Log fire
Scurrying and searching,
For that 12 year old wine
A steaming shower
Cooled with luxury cosmetics,
Burning your botox lips
Sleep well tonight,
Holding on to those
Curled up in fresh satin sheets
And what troubles you?
You don’t want the poor
Living in a block of flats next door.
Well, now yo...
Saturday 17th June 2017 9:01 pm
Native Blood
My skin is red, and my soul is too
A reflection of my ancestors through and through
I walk the path, it's rocky and narrow
Never straying, straight as an arrow
Am I deserving of my blood?
Why are we the same color as clay and mud?
We were fashioned from this very Earth
We were imbued with embers from the hearth of the Creator
One day we'll crumble and return to th...
Saturday 17th June 2017 2:51 pm
Walking with water walking with love
Walking with water
When I was a child I believed God lived in the skies.
It was the only way God could see everything
God was everywhere his proximity was frightening
I walked the mountains searching endlessly
I know I wasn’t alone in these beliefs
I’ve written fifty years and a day, written as they say
without knowing whether my words are listened to
so I walk these m...
Saturday 17th June 2017 10:01 am
Now That's What I Call War On Terror Music (Volumes 22-33)
Let's go
Put out for bunny ears
Fire up the hugs the tears
Book the stadium
Again
Shout luv ya
We won't give in
Then sing your song
About being fucked so hard
you can't walk
to screaming eight-year-old children
eight-year-old children..
Earnest gurning saplings
And remember
Never give in to terrorism..
Beta kittens with floppy ears
Warm the cockles
Inter...
Saturday 17th June 2017 5:38 am
Also by Suki Spangles:
The Welcome Party |Breastfeeder
S E L F I M P R O V E M E N T
thirstforwater
I
Can't
Find it
Like lost keys
That the rest of your friends
Keep
f i n d i n g
I thought he was
Like Me.
Sucking on sympathy tits
Milking
Drinking
Feeding on help
And Then
He was m o t h e r.
I'm not
...
Saturday 17th June 2017 3:50 am
Also by Connor Lannes:
The Somewhere: Lucifer |Transition
your hands in
the breathing quiet
darkness softens
grey into
the hidden corners
the new morning rises
pale and
soft bellied
Saturday 17th June 2017 2:53 am
Also by A.M. Clarke:
Rain at the Farmer's Market |Metamorphosis
This is the beginning,
At first the world is spinning.
Every step I have taken,
There is a chance I have fallen.
Tomorrow will be something new,
Yesterday I flew,
Today I shall soar.
The day will end,
My wings begin to bend,
Sadly this is goodbye my friend.
Saturday 17th June 2017 2:33 am
Also by Vanessa Grosz:
Masked | Things Have Changed | Little Black Sparrow |Run for your life
Run, run now, run, run for your life.
For you cannot hide what you are,
Then I sat by myself, and then again,
We were three, alone, together,
I looked at myself and again,
We three, what are we?
In time we are one,
One dance on the lines of a page,
One page in one book, on one shelf
Against one wall and in one room.
I stand and stand again, and again,
For I remain three today,
All in...
Saturday 17th June 2017 12:40 am
Also by AM Cash:
TS Elliot's Window |Emotions in equal measure
I never knew you can hate and love in equal measure,
Pleasant memories ,a love you treasure
Torn by those you trust,
A child's innocence desacrated to dust
Saturday 17th June 2017 12:38 am
The Cause Of My Sorrows
You trouble me like the autumn wind.
Which leaf by leaf, Strips the tree's bare
Leaving only the possibility of a tomorrow
If memories were like the leaves
Blown away by an idle breeze
Then I could Dismiss you and your memory
and leave you to decay"
Friday 16th June 2017 9:01 pm
Also by Anna Marie Grinter:
Faith Vortex | The Mighty Hood | Human Body | anon |LOCKET
I've got a lot of things I carry
I've got a lot of things in my pocket
one of which is a locket
that holds a picture of you
a memory sealed within a shrine of gold
that I will forever hold
Friday 16th June 2017 7:11 pm
Corona
Deep in the time of eclipse
As birds bed down and dusk creeps up
We see the Suns halo and crown
Reaching out to her children
Light in the darkness
Sunlight scatters from escaping electrons
Bounces off minute dust particles
While stripped atoms glow as crown jewels
Incandescently hot
Ethereal furnace
The act of seeing makes real
The fact of knowing sees beauty
The inner joyousness o...
Friday 16th June 2017 2:58 pm
Also by Kim Whysall-Hammond:
Desert Sky |Bursting The Internet Bubble...
As the Millenium ticked over the Dot-Coms were growing fat like leeches on a backpackers legs. Everyone was talking about them bursting and indeed there were a few signs to show that something was going to happen. I was studying for a degree in The Netherlands and one of my elective courses was in poetry. One of our assignments was to take an existing song and write new lyrics for it... This was m...
Friday 16th June 2017 10:04 am
Voodoo Doll
Burrowed underground like a leper, feeling quarantined against my will. Seeing through the looking glass, with pupils dialated a weakened structure survives amonsgt the hills. Isolated feeling numb staring at the sky that's pale and bleak, I'm playing hide and seek in a coffin in my mind. A winter frost warms a decaying heart melting in a frozen hell. My skin is like a voodoo doll, impaled and ...
Friday 16th June 2017 2:16 am
Also by Ian Zachary Cosmonaut:
Fractured Halo | Silhouettes | Lights & Shadows | The Alchemist (Incinerated Spirit) | Lights & Shadows |Cell Dissolution
My eyes close and I dissolve into the pillows languidly, one cell at a time.
You claim me in the most primitive of ways
I don't dare question it, and I don't dare breathe
I just take your offer and float along as you lead me
slowly down the passages of feather sensations
with every step a little deeper into the air where I can taste myself, the scent heady.
You grasp my waist and the dance...
Thursday 15th June 2017 11:59 pm
Also by Dana Lyn:
Am I? | How an Ode to Glitter Became an Elegy to Ziggy Stardust | A Poem on the Purpose of Metaphor and Simile |No Flowers on the Bridge
Life's a game of take & give
Just tell me how did it come to this?
They walked their way into the abyss
But I see no flowers, on the bridge?
The laughs, the screams
The night, far from your dreams
A city bows as it continues to live
But I see no flowers, on the bridge?
The sirens call and the thunders rolls
In a stranger, solace unfolds
How can your story ever be told?
But n...
Thursday 15th June 2017 6:24 pm
The Bad Omen To My Happiness
Whenever I love, I'm hated, And whenever I hate, I'm loved, Whenever I'm single, I see happy couples everywhere, And whenever I mingle, I see happy singles everywhere, Love, Love, The bad omen to my happiness. She altered my attitude, I'm now fake, I never lied, but I tell her I'm fine, Happiness is not by my side, but those fake smiles, I give out several of them, I pretend not to miss...
Thursday 15th June 2017 7:07 am
An Hour Before
The future is blank
it's a big secret
nobody is saying anything about it.
I wake just before dawn
to the sound of
trees shaking hands
outside the window,
the wind sweeping along the roof
dusting up the crumbs of sleep.
Time wiping the slate clean;
tearing out the page
dropping in a new one,
shifting return,
setting cold feet to the floor,
each rhythmic press
blackening the page.
Thursday 15th June 2017 12:09 am
Also by Tom Harding:
How It Happens | Midsummer | Kairos | The Opposite Of A Poet | A Day Such As This |Martin Thinks I'm Catholic
Martin Thinks I’m Catholic
With thanks to Andy N, for suggesting it
My father adored me. He cuddled me in his arms
after my birth and said, Doesn’t she look intelligent, love?
My mother believed I wasted that intelligence raising babies.
I was relieved disappointment had no place in her grateful sigh,
as I arrived at the hospital in time to watch her die.
My brothers consider ...
Wednesday 14th June 2017 10:12 am
Wearing stripes
She always made me think
There was nothing to be gained
By kissing looser lips
Wednesday 14th June 2017 8:26 am
Cure a wound another could
The desire to wholly
Posses you
Was so great
Bitter and harrowing
Was the feeling,unfaithful
To memory's dustbin
You relegate.
At a loss how
My problem to solve
Crying out my heart
By a serene cathedral door
Myself to absolve
God blew on my way a dove!
With a tap
On the shoulder
A sympathetic
And cute girl
On par with
My ex-lover
If not better
"Believe me
There will come
...
Wednesday 14th June 2017 8:11 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
With me forever it will stay | Don't use a sword for a word | Stood on its head | From the frying pan into the fire |June Collage Poem: Evil
Baggy trouser party I will vote for you!
Faded flowers, flowing emotions
Jumping over invisible cats
A stucco heron stalks a halting river
Three bags full, why three, why he, evil be
Evil wears many faces
Ginger Dorris offered peanuts
I bruise easily. My shelter is flimsy
And fragmented. It tastes of shallowed wounds
Sometimes it's a blessing
When a tra...
Tuesday 13th June 2017 11:12 am
Street Life
The bags under his eyes,
hung heavy, weighed down
by cold nights and occasional
fights, over disputed terrority.
Inflated by street life.
Dark circles shade cracked
eyelids and blistered skin, on
a once handsome face.
Now, sallow thin.
A hoarse voice, begging for change.
With each donated coin, life remained
the same, as the day before and a
thousand more.
...
Monday 12th June 2017 10:25 pm
Also by Seán Maguire:
Battling the cold |Candle
A spark lit up
A small, thin matchstick,
Gently rubbed from
A matchbox's wall.
Cursed at the fire
That burns a frail wick,
Drilled tightly into
Candle of false hopes.
Glimpsed the beauty
Of radiance and awe,
A fleeting light
To bleak, weary past.
The dancing flame
Slowly melts and hurts,
The paraffin
Where homeless hope lives.
It brightly shines,
As it ghastly burns,
Soft...
Monday 12th June 2017 3:24 pm
The Gathering of Forces
Do not mistake silence or stillness
for acquiescence
You see the shell of the egg
waiting to hatch
Trust me
This is not submission
Not all protests are noisy affairs
and there's no shame in
protecting yourself
Trust me
Do not presume I'm no threat
There is power in being
Underestimated
Trust me
When language does not fit
When tradition is a disconnec...
Monday 12th June 2017 10:02 am
Behind The Veil
The day death came, she saw
A moth holding court
In the corner of the room, a flickering
Sepia shadow, muted
Whispers from the nearby
Ether where her God
Was waiting.
And it fluttered flighty
Morse code, signals of
Transition and how to slip
Behind the veil; softly,
Softly in the fading of
Presence, the evaporating
Senses, she found it
Her silken sunbeam, ...
Sunday 11th June 2017 9:18 pm
Also by Seanin Hughes:
Sunday Mass | I'd Be Queen Of Myself (if I weren't anti-monarchy) | Chameleon |Ballot Cross
No tethered wants
nor garnished voice
but a stroke of intent
another of choice.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Sunday 11th June 2017 8:24 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
15 hours | As if to care | let's be more precise |Great Expectations!
Gertrude and her boyfriend, Pete,
at last had set a date.
They booked the church and hotel suite
in which to celebrate.
The hen night went with such a swing
(the ‘stripper-man’ was hot!)
The girls teased ‘Gert’ on everything
and laughed about ‘What’s what’!
“Just wait until your wedding night!”
Collectively, they gushed.
“You’ll get ‘what’s what’ ...
Sunday 11th June 2017 7:10 pm
Also by John Andrew Nield:
Majority Matters! | Keeping 'Mum' ! | 'Righty-tighty, Lefty-loosey'! |Writing Without
Writing without the drug
is like breathing without lungs,
like drowning as fingertips go numb,
reaching for a ledge to scrawl myself upon.
Unable to grasp a pen,
PJ offers me sanctuary in her songs.
I curl myself up softly in them now and
again and again I look towards the exit
and again and again find the hallways blocked by martyrs of myself
...Sunday 11th June 2017 4:26 pm
Scream…
My feelings scream wildly,
caused by the turbulent scars that lacerate me
Once again guns… beheaded days succumb the people
into a nocturnal shade of impotence;
piling up the path of violence,
distress, conflict, grief
Liberty screams mutilated… for…
for the men that do not want peace,
for the unconsciousness of those that kill ruthlessly,
for the wickedness of...
Sunday 11th June 2017 1:58 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:
I seek | With his hands stained with blood |
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