Playful Day
Today I've been the doctor, a patient and a nurse.
I've been a funny bunny, and I've read some
children's verse.
I've also took my turn to sit in the dentist's chair.
Then I was a hairdresser and cut my daughters hair.
I wanted to hear some Bolan, but played nursery
rhymes instead.
Then we searched for the cat, who was hiding under
the bed,
But then I got a little tired...
Thursday 30th June 2016 9:02 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
Sadness | Hillsborough Dads (a Fathers Day poem) | Lady Luck | Patience | Winter Chill | The Decaying Picture of Justice | Concorde (for Muhammad Ali) |CAMBRIAN RAILWAY
Outdoors we stumbled through ragged spaces
through castaway inaccessible lonely places
as if, just as if
Wales the museum had opened its doors
to reveal its Cambrian railway
stripped of purpose
a fallacy, a castaway fantasy
a graveyard of distance like
the thoughts of dead dogs
unleashed to our gaze.
A platform attended by bush and stump
fell for the rapacious...
Thursday 30th June 2016 2:46 pm
Also by ray pool:
PRISON WALL | A TRAIL OF SNAILS | THE HAUNTING | WHEELTAPPER ON THE SNCF 1962 | MANTRA | SURROGATE MOTHER | CLASS DISTINCTION | A CAUTIONARY TALE | MA SHARIA AMOUR | LIFE BY RAIL | THE PALACE BALLROOM CHATTERIS(currently for sale leasehold) | THE MIMIC | A FRIEND IS WAITING | INDUSTRIAL WASTELAND | THE PAINT KETTLE | THE WAY IT'S GONNA BE | AT WATFORD GAP | SACRIFICIAL WINE | SOUTHERN COMFORT | IMAGINE |Porcelain.
Whispers traveled the corridors,
Anxiety filled the air -
And there in the corner, she lay
As fine as a porcelain,
With skin as cold as ice.
Nobody dared to approach
But anyone could see,
The pills that lay nestled -
Within the palm of her hand.
And in the midst of all the tension,
The silence seemed to overwhelm -
Those who looked on wanted to run,
Th...
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:42 am
Also by angi largatzis:
Aimlessly. | If Time Had Stopped. | Grips of Depression. | Black Dahlia. | The Imposer. |Love has a timeless appeal
A faded rose
Retains its
Fragrance for the nose!
At a train station
Something exemplary
Drew my attention
I saw an old man
Kissing his aged wife
"Love of my Life!"
Thursday 30th June 2016 8:08 am
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
You too will be a victim | A kickback is not expected! | It could buy the priceless life | A Genuine Friend(Revised) | Loss amplifies the merit of the missed |2010. New job. New government.
2010. New job. New government.
How can you raise kids that are in good health when you don't see the lies that you're selling to yourself?
I was head of Art and I got noticed
Within a year I got promoted
Faculty leader of creative skills
This is the part where it really kills
Building them up from deep rock bottom
With jealousy aimed at the job I'd gotten
A job t...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 11:56 pm
Also by Matt:
We're off to Never never land - Paracetamol, cucumber sandwiches and the lost rent boy Version 2 |My Humble Opinion
I'll give you pretty words someday
Instead of the usual gloom
I know it's not much to ask
for lines about flowers and lovers
instead of crashes and empty holes
I'm sorry for writing what's in my head
How much longer can we turn out shit about
our suicidal, drug addicted, miserable lives
before the world says "who gives a fuck?"
too late
...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 10:33 pm
Also by Alexandra Lorenz:
Before the Deluge | Repetition | Memory | Driven | No words | Beams of Light | Professional fuck up | Coffee Shop revision | The Observer | Coffee shop | Exhaustive Energy | Plain faces | Quite enough | Certified insanity | Morning Conversation | Growing pains | Where the pavement crumbles | The First | On the Fly | Impulsive |Ode To A Holiday Rep
Court shoes on, navy blue
Polished to perfection,
No other colour shoe will do
They're subject to inspection.
Hair pristine, smiley doors
Clipboard held up high,
Ready for the airport wars
All reps standing by.
First arrivals jostle through
"Are you my rep" they say
I am indeed, how do you do
Let's start your holiday.
On the coach, grumpy faces
Another long delay
Airline losing...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 9:19 pm
Hiking
Grabbing our heavy gear for the hike of the day
Making sure we have drinks to quench our sweaty thirsts
Exploding on the trails, our steps are full of bursts
Finding that the black flies are avoiding today
As I grab her hot hand to guide her through the trap
I can't let go of it, as I plant a wet kiss
Her response positive and I nibble her bliss
Trailing her loving thighs, spreading by my...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 8:44 pm
Also by Louis Audet:
Vacation | Kindness | Journey | Dare | My City | Her First Kiss | Red Velvet | Relate | Red Crabs | Fly on the wall | Seduce | Explosion | Old Man | Online | Smile | Farewell | Fairytale | Blow | Silvana | Larry | The Champ | Teddy Bear | Pool | Ocean | Tree | Perfect Imperfections | Drive | Fishing | Dance | Island Girl | Under the Stars | Plus One | Bubble Bath | Beach | Panther | Castle | Daycare |adagietto
nothing sums up the inherent sadness of the world like mahler
he seemed to just ‘get it’, whatever it was
listen to symphony no. 5 and he could be sound tracking a million of our minor breakdowns
a thousand broken hearts
a hundred heroes lost to war
a dozen dry men down to their last pennies
or a single drowning child
sometimes i think it’s just me and mahler that can see how ...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 7:06 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
gas | Howl 2016 | prowess (found) | twilight | elska | into the tears of god | scouse | fuck off summer haiku | fight | anxiety tanka | canvas | change | write/right | poem | lord i wish it wasn't so | life | tripping balls with billy shakespeare | (closure | knead/kneel | the only poem i will ever write about you | the gospel according to logic |Humanity-in the end!
Funny sometimes how life proceeds,
Tangled emotions control our deeds,
Selfish, proud, lust and greed,
Discriminate, misjudge, materialistic in-deed!
Control the mind, the evil within
Desire is the cause of grievance, sin.
Content, with what you have is the key,
Contempt, the downfall of humanity!
Condemn the thoughts that emerge through wrath
Convince the mind, let...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 4:29 pm
OUT!
Out with hyperbole...the doom and the gloom,
Just wait and see - and give hope some room.
Are we pale shades of all those who bore us
Who lived through the centuries that existed before us?
With a fierce love of home and indomitable pride
And a history of hard times that can't be denied.
They sacrificed much for the sake of democracy
To ensure it prevailed when threatened by a...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 2:19 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
QUO VADIS? | DAVID LAMMY | CONSIDER THIS | ALWAYS CONSIDER THE ALTERNATIVE | SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO? | CLIPPER | D'YE MIND, OLD PAL? | POEM ON THE EUROPEAN PROJECT-author unknown | SUMMER OF THE SOMME 1916 |Songs and memories
The song plays but the words are not heard,
They're lived.
The words are the catalyst evoking emotions,
For some the song is the want of today
WhIle others remember days ago.
But what happens when that one song takes your breath away.
When that song tells a story only 2 know...
The rhythm of crickets and frogs is no match for the rhythm of the heart beat and the harmony of br...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 4:11 am
Also by Robert Williams:
Songs and memories | The wish | Today | You chose | Glass bottom | The lie | Words, Beer and Matches | Restless | New beginnings | Change | Why | The window | No title |Love is Life
Love is life
Life is love
Emotional food feeds this starving soul
Life is love
Love is life
How long will we have to try to get it right?
Wednesday 29th June 2016 3:06 am
Also by Suzanne McCoy:
Miss you | Kiss me and go on |The Innocent Guilt
Racked with guilt,
I seek my way.
Through the brightest night
And darkest day.
Through unending hoards
Of but one face,
To a site that exists,
Yet is no place.
I call to a friend
I do not know,
He does not speak,
But says ‘hello’.
We do not speak,
Yet talk for hours.
On the sunniest day,
That’s raining showers.
At last he leaves,
But doe...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 2:23 am
Here are the people ( Part 1)
Here are the words
Here are the pictures
Here are the stories
Of the people places and things
Of that which is never told
In houses that are filled
Each with their own little drama
One upon another
Stacked in order
Some neat and kempt
Others overrun and exhausted
Across from an avenue
Near the close
In the place they called the street
Here are the peo...
Wednesday 29th June 2016 12:09 am
Also by Martin Elder:
A tug of peace and of war | Perfectly formed |lOVE
The pen I use;
The blade you used to decapitate me.
You complete me;
the noose around my neck.
My hand shall never rise;
euthanasia
Three ribs to make up enough of you for when I meet you again in the next lifetimes.
Tuesday 28th June 2016 9:10 pm
Also by Katleho Morajane:
amalga(in)me |man
Hands of leather
Softly against my skin
Head of worry
Relaxing on me, again
Legs of strength
tangled at my side
Back bearing all the weight
Of our children and ur bride.
My tongue without words
To express my appreciation
While ur arms cradle me
With unfailing dedication
Traces of hard work
Soaked through ur clothes
Ur body aches
But u ...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 8:00 pm
Anger Is A Stone Cast Into A Wasps Nest
Anger Is A Stone Cast Into A Wasps Nest
Spreading honeyed words
with a silver knife tongue
in some strange world
where the pollen
is not collected by the bees
but, rather, wasps
who gather in their hives
and plan the traitor stings
that will silence
honest men.
The annoying drone,
the caustic buzz,
the honeycomb
of politics
clogged up
by st...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 3:28 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
a peaceful warrior | Xenophobe |Ghosts On The Platform
As the rain falls in the early evening
treading the yellow line, solemnly waiting
a little drunk, a little lonely
all too aware of where I’m not going
haunted by the ghosts littering this platform…
As she draws him in so close to her
he dips his head to accept those smiling lips
begging, O!, they’re beating to be kissed
while phantom hands journey all across her body
curves pushed tight...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 3:28 pm
Also by Tom:
These Are Very Fine Memories | Puzzles To Speak After You | Notes From Underground | Storm Chasers | A Love Experience | Bullet Holes In Backyards |Families
those day-in day-out people
with whom
we share our daily bread
to whom
we trust our sleeping hours
from whom
we seek support
believing their words and motives
a group of persons
in a pod of inter-dependence
personal value measured
in relation to the unit
employing social arts
deploying survival skills
not much different
from a basic animal p...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 11:34 am
To whom it may concern
To whom it may concern
I'm tired of labels and non labels
I'm tired of unequality
Tired of politics, laws , and all the rules that have come along
Tired of arithmetic where nothing adds up but yet being expected to measure up to something coming from nothing
In school I was taught the zero has no value, yet most things of this world are at zero
Minimum wage, financial aid, my pa...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 4:40 am
ODE TO BORIS
(I think Boris's buffoon mask has well and truly slipped. He has shown himself to be a proper self-server. But it has backfired. He never thought they would win and now I think he is shitting himself.)
Think of all the money we’ll save on those bureaucrat’s excess
With the millions saved from Brexit we shall fund the NHS
And for us
On our campaign bus
Spin like this will bri...
Tuesday 28th June 2016 12:01 am
Also by John Coopey:
RESEARCH | DREAMS AS A SOURCE OF THE MUSE | TINY HANDS | THE GREATEST | "NOT QUITE A FULL SHILLING" |sadness
Monday 27th June 2016 6:14 pm
Also by Andy N:
Strangers in the Night (Memories of figures above a bookshelf) | Dreaming of a different kind of realism |Silk Worm
But, so full of youthful joy was I
That I longed for love and in the gloom
Your exotic beauty caught my eye
Your merry jive and empty talk
I followed you, and how you led
Elan and aplomb in your dashing walk
We brought lively banter to a weary road
A perfect team, al...
Monday 27th June 2016 5:17 pm
Also by David Lindsay:
A Garden Party | Decision Made | The Jolly Merchant Bankers | Wired | Unrefined* | Migration | The Heart | Summer Evenings |Hello Grandad
Hello grandad it’s nice to meet you for the first time
Thank you for being patient with my mum and dad
I have travelled for 9 months to reach my destination
Here I am on planet earth and it's not so bad
On the morn of 24th June 2016 at the hour of 4:50
I made my dramatic entrance into a world brand new
All dazed confused and sleepy is just how I feel
The clock is ticking and...
Monday 27th June 2016 3:17 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
Seagull Alarm | Summer by the Sea |aspirin (06/26/2016)
A crushed and cracked lead weight, pendulous, tracing the indefinite
suspended in a cage of hollowed, hallowed bones
creaking sockets and brackets , set and reset
desolate
bent, but unbroken
suffering under the manilla skies
of an afterlife, plotted in stakes
white and wooden.
in stakes white and wooden
as we forsake flight we shouldn't.
i am unmedicated
i am unmarked
what a strange...
Monday 27th June 2016 3:55 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:
styx II (06/18/2016) | bleak (06/15/2016) | snide (06/13/2016) | karaoke 4 (06/08/2016) | unsaved | softer days (06/04/2016) | today in (05/30/2016) |Depression doesn't always come to seize the mind during the darkest hours of the night.
It can come at 2pm when your laughter with a friend comes to a silent end.
It can come during your morning shower.
When the hot water, bucketing down from the shower head, hits every strand of your hair; seeping into your skull and melting away the serotonin that fights to stay alive.
Depression ...
Monday 27th June 2016 3:24 am
wrapt
From a far corner, I watched
midnight trickle down the walls
of your final season;
the ghosts of Never fled,
and chill-thick stillness settled
somewhere back beyond the
sight of earth-born living men--
you prayed and somehow
your chaos came
as sure as black does blight--
now nothing here may
redeem the path
of discord set to flight.
Monday 27th June 2016 1:13 am
Also by nunya:
standing fast | conditioned surrender | identity theft | smatterings of hope | displacement | conversation killer |If I Died
Financially trapped,
Emotionally trapped,
Socially trapped.
It would solve a lot if I died.
My pension freed,
To do as you pleased,
Plenty in the pot.
It would solve a lot if I died.
Marriage vowed redeemed.
No more guilt,
Follow your dreams.
It would solve a lot if I died.
Sunday 26th June 2016 8:31 pm
Also by Chrissy R.:
For Everyone else | The Next Victim | Trying to Fall Out of Love | The Seducer | Blind |This Bastard generation
The dust has settled
On this burnt out land
Wiping up a desert storm of hatred
“Get out of My Land”
This bastard generation took it upon themselves
To set fire to happiness
Torch a refugee home
Spit in the face of their neighbour,
Drilled holes of hatred into their children’s eyes
The dust has settled
On this burnt out land
The dust had settled …
...Sunday 26th June 2016 12:38 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
In The Web Of Lies (on the murder of MP Jo Cox) | I Hate the Clotted Creams |Let there be Peace
Let there be peace but not at any price
so games of chance, rolls of the dice
do not disdainfully dictate like all the rest
that some should rule, some be repressed.
Let lives be counted for their proper worth;
let no human being brought to birth
be sacrificed in vain for wounded pride.
Let not a single man, who died
in conflict, be dismissed as second-rate.
Even the en...
Saturday 25th June 2016 9:29 pm
Brexit
An island again
Back to the edge of Europe
It's not the end of the world
Saturday 25th June 2016 8:31 pm
Yesterday's Dreams
Seeing you in Stockport
slight glance meaning more
shiny sexy blonde hair.
Remembering when so brown
running my hands through
caressing every single strand.
In yesterdays's hazy dreams
emotionaly drunk never sober
a crazy wild time.
How are you hello's?
empty smiles stale conversation
wet lips stay dry.
Lost love stays hidden
we say our go...
Saturday 25th June 2016 2:45 pm
Orchard Park Housing experiment Hull 1960's
Young alive on Orchard Park.
Always dismal sometimes dark.
Watching dogs shit in the street
Paperboy quotas to meet.
Lordly castle thrown up cheap
Two up two down lovers leap.
Two trees to climb keeping fit
One field to play with kids and kit.
Fucking field full of dog shit.
Three blocks of flats
Filled up and run by twats.
Old people shipped quotas to meet
It's like abroad after...
Saturday 25th June 2016 2:32 pm
Also by mentalelf. Philk.:
Stories to tell.. | Banal Repetition... | Drinking was dangerous. | Valparaiso 1980 modern guilt... | Pffffft | Cyentha. Is that really you.... | Hahaha so... WOL is now el Poff. |Black Day
Black Friday, black dog, black rock
I am ripped away from you
EU
Bitter pill
Chilled bones
I see black shirts fluttering from the corner of my eye
Is this it?
Our time to take that train journey
That you were fortunately denied
Saturday 25th June 2016 12:15 pm
Swayed On The Knife Edge
I held my breath taut
as she swayed on the knife edge
arms calming dipping, rising
dignified reslilience
I blew her my love and fell to sleep
as father turned on son
as daughter turned on mother
as neighbour turned on neighbour
as she fell
Rule Britannia?
Saturday 25th June 2016 9:25 am
Also by Simon Widdop:
An Open Letter To The Occupant I & II | A Tale Of Reincarnation | Saturday Night Thursday Morning |BREXIT
Please Be Happy . Can you imagin what hope you have brought . To people who have never had wealth . To people who will probably never have wealth . To people who wake in the mornings , thinking where do we go from here . To people who are suffering . When there is so much greed in this world . A hope for children who are abused . Believe you me it's bad . A hope for people who are lonely who never...
Saturday 25th June 2016 5:16 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Wound Up | Them And Us |Renewal
Swing around on your fixed throne of sorrow
Pushing on hardened feet the world away,
Away, let the landscapes slide and disappear
From languid eyes and parched open lips.
Tears have always been ungrounded, you know,
Unhinged like your throne and flowing like your hair,
Falling on newly sun-warmed hips that twist as well
And have no memory of what once seemed so cruel.
Swing...
Saturday 25th June 2016 1:09 am
drugs cause a backlash
It would be a drunk night under suicide lights I jumped in the pool for a chance to forget those lies instead I felt you run up my brain a rush you told me I looked beautiful with bloodshot eyes. I won't be the first one to call out the danger I'd like to leave it up to my worst behavior.
Friday 24th June 2016 11:43 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:
show yourself | feelings cause false images | the love not meant for me |The poetry of Art Garfunkel
Pimms in the palace gardens
before the concert, sun soaking
the evening crowd, reluctant
to leave their picnics
and champagne for the music.
One half of a famous duo, the one
that arranged the harmonies
but didn’t write the songs.
Great reception, nevertheless.
Patience even when he craved
our indulgence to read a few
so-so ‘prose poems’. Now in his 70s,
e...
Friday 24th June 2016 9:42 pm
Gone
Would they notice if I was gone.
It sounds just like a country song.
If they did would be relief?
Or anger,grief,or disbelief.
Was I loved before my final rest?
Be nice to know and not to guess.
Would they speak on my behalf?
Would they cry?
Would they laugh?
Or would it be an average day?
Close the box and walk away.
Well I had feelings and a soul.
Even brains,or so I'm told.
I even ...
Friday 24th June 2016 7:35 pm
Also by A.august:
Drugs stole Dad |Wishful Thinking
Does hope sleep within your walls?
Is the dessert a blank canvas or a wasteland in your eyes?
Is there a greater height achieved after a fall?
Can there be any truth found within a lie?
Empty streets speak words of wisdom
There’s just no-one around to listen
What you can’t see after the crowds are gone
Are the footsteps of wishful thinking
She said to be strong
I gave a ...
Friday 24th June 2016 3:01 pm
Also by kimafia Jones:
I Dream of Summer | You |We can`t say we were never told
STUNNED!
Is the word
Most
In the minds
Of
Everyone
(Including
Johnson, Gove, I.D.S.,
And even Farage)
But when
Our new
Leaders of the fifth
Of the top ten
Economies
In the whole world.
(with 60 million purchasers)
Bid for a return
With
The E.U. leaders
Of the fourth, sixth, and eighth
Of the top ten
Economies
In the whole world,
(With 350 million purchasers)
Friday 24th June 2016 2:32 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:
`Dat old debil consequence` |So Now We’re Out
So now we’re out, what will we do?
For I don’t know, and nor do you;
When will it be and who will lead?
And all the while we’ve mouths to feed.
Will money still keep coming in?
Or does the hardship soon begin?
Will we all still keep our jobs,
Or unemployment breed great mobs?
Will borders now become secure,
Or will uncertainty endure?
And what of travel? Can we go
...
Friday 24th June 2016 2:27 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Inclinata Plumbum | Don’t Buy Any Green Bananas | If | Euro Hocus Pocus | Summer Haibun | Blossom | Ali |Haiku's a different format?
Chilled air
Scatters leaves
Winter
A Mime
Make a rhyme
Hear it?
Anger
Consumes me
Inflicts hell
Stormy
Sea of life
God's there
You bring
Out the best
In me
Poems
Come from heart
Speaks soul
Turn eyes
I'm not here
Homeless
Depressed
With Jesus
Find rest
Happy
Loneliness
Sha...
Friday 24th June 2016 2:03 am
Also by Shirley Smothers:
He Is The Greatest | Open Your Eyes |but not like that
not like the way that first sunray feels
when it hits your winter-pale skin
not like the contented way you fall asleep
in your hammock
underneath the moonlight
like the saltwater smell in your hometown
or the taste of banana pancakes on the weekends
not like the kick you get
when you snap a perfect picture
not the like the adrenalin that travels through you veins
whe...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 10:56 pm
A Simply Confusing Thought
Do I think?
I think of things.....all the day
That's what it seems.
But still
I dont think what I think is a
great thing to think.
And so
I think I don't think.
But then,
Don't I think?
I keep thinking that I don't think.
How can I think I don't think
when I think " I don't think" ?
I need to think.
Still there.....the question remains
Do I think?
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:53 pm
Also by Monami Kundu:
A Wish To Sleep | Mighty Darkness |Rubies and Diamonds
Rubies and Diamonds
To the dreary and the lonely,
To the cautious and the weary,
To the listless and enlightened minds,
Let them hear what my words describe,
Through humble prophets speaks The King,
Who urges and pushes for The Reckoning,
Answer your soul for it is beckoning,
Cast away shadows,
Cast away strife,
You must answer your soul,
And answer your ...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 5:20 pm
Also by Vicky R.:
The Garden | Phoenix | Sun | Remnants | Sadness Slain | Master and Commander | Sulphur | The Marked Ones | Fracture |Vote Out ... with the cat
Vote out with the cat she kills too many birds
Out with the dog, she's too many turds.
Vote out with cars with executive names and
in,in, IN with more bicycle lanes.
Vote out with litter and in with bins,
Out with tyrants and in with love-ins.
Out with poor paths, wheelchairs have had enough
Out with hate and have I said? in, in, IN with love, love, love!
Out with money an...
Thursday 23rd June 2016 11:49 am
Also by jane wilcock:
Coffe shop morning a wake |A Worthy Fellow
A Worthy Fellow
One day in deep regret,
With no affection upon myself –
I declared;
‘I have not done enough,
There is yet more I could do upon the world.’
Is that you my friend?
Is that you?
I shouldn’t have gone,
Shouldn’t have left,
Should have kept the two twenty-six
SLR rifle for mine own and robbed -
The four by two to drag...
Wednesday 22nd June 2016 11:19 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
The Dulled Compass | Resolutions Encore |First Date
She
paints her lips with a false confidence,
smacks them together
and sits
and waits.
Her apprehension perches beside her
on the lonely park bench.
She pushes it away,
an embarrassing parent
hugging her outside the school gates.
She stitches her words together
to avoid the inevitable stumble
over ragged letters
and shards of silence
and talk so small it could be shattered underfoot
...
Wednesday 22nd June 2016 7:41 pm
We'd Fly Rings Around the Moon
We’d Fly Rings Around the Moon
On quiet nights,
I think of you
And the thought of your embrace,
If only your heart would know me,
We’d fly rings around the Moon.
When the sun breaks,
And I wake
To find I am in love,
I get this hurt,
That lingers,
If only your heart would open,
We’d fly rings around the Moon.
To be your lover by night
And friend by day,
And really get to know y...
Wednesday 22nd June 2016 1:48 pm
Referendum dum dum...
ECCLES CAKES
Referendum what a bore
The man in the street will still be poor
And the rich will be richer than before
The press will descend on Manchester
And what she declares the world will swallow
The public’s chance to change tomorrow
Leave or stay? Remain or exit?
United Europe? Or Sporting Brexit?
The lying deceitful corrupt elite
Boring yawning I’m snoring ...
Tuesday 21st June 2016 10:24 pm
White Hosts
Take a look through my eyes;
I want to paint a sketch of your face
with watercolors and defined strokes
as the great artist who dreams
of the expression of the sea and its serenity
A sketch of white Hosts that are not diluted by water, fire or time
Of your eyes, the light that turns on the romance of the moon;
of your hands, the most palpable sweetness filling everything;
...
Tuesday 21st June 2016 2:22 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:
To Die and Resurrect |Sometimes theres a Guy.
Sometimes theres a guy and he totally sees it all right,
Alright.
Sometimes theres a guy and he totally sees it all wrong,
Alright.
Sometimes theres a fridged air,
Missing the mark cause it's pointed nowhere,
Sometimes your totally wrong,
But alright.
Alright.
Tuesday 21st June 2016 11:38 am
Wilmington, Delaware
He stands white and alone,
One smokestack raised above
The highway,
Strong
As one who burns eternally.
I am fidgeting in front of
my calm father.
We are moving incessantly
And without purpose
On all sides;
So many children to provide for,
And he indulges us
With silent love.
Shields us from the world
Where everything burns, is burning
And we too are fire.
Tuesday 21st June 2016 10:53 am
Listen To Me..
Hey baby, listen to me;
I never thought you'd follow my advice
Though I'm sad, I don't regret,
Seeing the happiness in your eyes.
Hey baby, listen to me;
I know you know me too well,
I wear this façade just for you;
Though I know, I can never tell.
Hey baby, listen to me;
I changed myself just for you,
You know I care about you,
But she's attached to you, like glue.
Hey baby, lis...
Tuesday 21st June 2016 8:04 am
A WELSHMAN IN CROATIA
A WELSHMAN IN CROATIA
In Croatian the word for three is tri
Just as it is in the Welsh language.
It is tre in Italian and trois in French
And in Spanish it is tres,
But the Croatians have got it right
Although all their other numbers
Are quite different in Welsh.
Here in the summer Dubrovnik sunshine
There is time to wonder about such things
Seated...
Tuesday 21st June 2016 12:14 am
The Snurdle-urdle-urdle
A snurdle-urdle-urdle
Is walking up my path,
He’s ringing on my doorbell
And asking for a bath.
I don’t know how much water
This strange creature may use.
I offer two fluffy towels
Enabling him to choose.
He cheerfully takes them both,
And turns on both the taps.
Uncertainly, I leave him,
He should be fine – perhaps!
Ten minutes have now gone by,
...Monday 20th June 2016 10:19 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
Dangers of Brexit | The worst enemy | their first night together | sensual awakening | Son's Wedding | 2 Haikus on Observational walks | doors that open and close | Cinquain: Slumbers |My Gemini
My heart,
halved,
shared an egg
with itself,
before birth
and at breakfast;
then, grew teeth
to chew through
the last placental sinews.
A storm, born of blood,
in June: the rain
and the lightening.
Two little clouds
follow me,
forever growing,
and creating my work.
Monday 20th June 2016 7:47 pm
Waiting
I hate this world
Without you it has one less beautiful soul
I sit here seething
Thinking of how good people die while others keep breathing
How can I make the world a better place
All the while trying to hide the tears on my face
I want to be part of a standing ovation
But how can I do that with no motivation
To change the world one child at a time
To give all I have, ...
Monday 20th June 2016 3:04 pm
Also by Amanda Daughtry:
Missing you | Arm lengths away | Coat of Armor | Fighting | Invisible | Body | Listen | Grief | Look Within | Day to Twilight |the EU oky coky
THE IN OUT OKY COKY
Get out, get out, fat Boris shouts
hear hear, hear hear, Nigel eagerly spouts,
they're the one's who shout the loudest,
and say of Britain we're the proudest.
The likes of him and mate Farage
dismiss folks genuine fears
after all he'll still afford
his taste in fancy beers.
They extole last century values
worshipping shit covered idols,
these marble has ...
Monday 20th June 2016 12:38 am
A Dark Memory
Threads
Thread:
If only he hadn't had freckles.
Thread:
If only he had been taller.
Thread:
If only he hadn't spoken with a lisp.
Thread:
If only he had liked playing football.
Thread:
If only he hadn't been so shy.
Thread:
If only the teachers had noticed.
Thread:
If only he hadn't worn shorts.
Thread:
If only he had liked pop music.
Thread:
If only he had said something.
Thr...
Sunday 19th June 2016 10:36 am
A Like Rhyming Haiku for you
we're all the same heart
like cells under microscopes
touching but apart
Saturday 18th June 2016 10:13 pm
Also by brandon sproule:
10 by 16 |Two old lovers crossing a street in Beirut
In a melee of menacing metal
two old lovers hobble
tentative they dance through traffic
he leading her
one hand embracing the other
Decades they have danced
seen enemies come and go
across these troubled streets
barely looking
Back then
the metal flew
though not borne by wheels
and how they danced fearless
They reach the pavement
and he ...
Saturday 18th June 2016 5:06 pm
Also by harry:
Come the Revolution | Revolting peasants | Magnanimous (fawning epitaph) | Shit stinks |Crocodile
Crocodile
A Crocodile has many teeth,
While I myself have few,
He’s also blessed with thickened skin,
Of me that’s just not true.
I’m hurt by trivia, hurt by slights,
No value in the pain,
But still and still I feel the bite,
As so called friends complain.
We do our best, we try and try,
But in the end just fail,
When wanting cake with every meal,
...Saturday 18th June 2016 10:24 am
Just Shut up
Walking down the street wearing used gear. Everybodies trying to suck me off into another universe.
I cried when I wrote this verse. I also lied when I wrote the last one before this one. I really dont give a fuck about the sun or the moon. Far as Im concerned your about to get mooned by your teacher.
Saturday 18th June 2016 8:07 am
Also by Austin:
(untitled) |The Mongrel
Some say I am a mongrel
Because I have a mixture in my blood
One part Scottish
One part Wiltshire
One part Yorkshire
One part Wales
I was born and bred in Sherwood Forest
North Notts to be precise
In Bassetlaw District Council
In Victoria Hospital
That is no more
Now I know all about the cutbacks
the death of old King Coal
the closure of the railways
the c...
Friday 17th June 2016 10:09 pm
Also by david coulthard:
Pictures | Nikki | The Black African | Another Poem | Henry Percy | The Boss |The Other Bloody Mary
No way honey!
That answer forever
Cause I can see your heart beating -
Beating out of your chest
When I undress,
Beating out of your chest when I am there.
No way honey,
Never never!
Cause you’re fresh out the holy water,
Fresh out Mary the mother.
Can’t corrupt the white light, the earths hope, world’s might!
Can’t let you give in, lose course, all in the name of ...
Friday 17th June 2016 9:33 pm
Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:
Riding on red |Thoughts.
Hypothetically speaking I want to be happy. & that is the only objective I'll pursue. Machination and epiphanies may aid in the constitution of strategies that'll supposively enable me to achieve delectation and felicity, But ultimately what makes you happy? Money, materials? - No. Not at all. Tangible goods can't remunerate and compensate for the emptiness of your soul. Possessions can only stren...
Friday 17th June 2016 2:00 pm
The boy I met , the man I love
Friday 17th June 2016 10:40 am
Also by Juhi Gupte:
But not for you |True Happiness
On a starry night
Sitting on the back of the truck
I looked into your eyes
My arms wrapped around you
I felt like I was holding the world
Nothing could bring me down in those moments
Seeing you grin made me grin
You gave me a happiness I have longed for, for so long
In that time, I knew everything was changing
I was in deep in such a short time
I’m feeling things I ha...
Friday 17th June 2016 12:33 am
He Is
He's fire, passion, and embers burning bright.
My skin scorches whenever he walks by.
He's a heavenly delight, full of grace and light.
My heart soars whenever he glides by.
He's the shadows of the night, full of secrets and frights.
My heart thunders whenever he stalks by.
He's the air in my lungs that fill me with each needy breath.
He is my everything that sets my soul alig...
Friday 17th June 2016 12:17 am
"Monday Bloody Monday"
"Monday Bloody Monday"
Head bowed against siling rain
Collar up shielding ears
Hat brim a leaking spout
Shoes beat a tattoo as
He Lowried,
Uphill,
Cobbled streets.
And rued his need of meat
And bread
And eggs
And milk for tea.
A passing car scythed
Gutter water
Over polished shoes
He raised his fist
And ripped a curse
That, against the wind skirl
Went unheard
A shopping li...
Thursday 16th June 2016 6:35 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:
"In Calella" | "In Catalonia" |Coffee
Coffee
innocently standing in line with
bearded hipsters and normal folk
when I heard something said
and assumed it was a joke
it sounded ridiculous
as ridiculous as can be
it made no sense
it was all Chinese to me
yet all these words
were in a language I knew
but this nonsense sentence
out of his mouth did spew
the wise sage nodded
across the counter top
never asking him to repea...
Thursday 16th June 2016 4:21 pm
Also by Chris Briggs:
It's Drying Day Today | I'll Get My Coat | Budgie Smugglers |Steak and Chips
We went out of season, so it was cheap.
I wanted to explore the caves
where, I’d heard, people actually lived.
Imagine, living in caves.
I wanted to hire a car, drive the length of the island,
touch each tip of it with my Northern English fingers
and taste Balearic boundaries;
take home a token pebble
to remember ephemeral freedoms.
I wanted...
Thursday 16th June 2016 1:43 pm
i'm okay
There are people in me that you don't even understand
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,...
There is way too many to define
Are you okay they always say
I'm okay I always say but really
I'm not going through a phase as y'all always say
My life is a disgrace
I can't fix my face
And my mask will always label I'm okay
I can't tell you how I feel
Because all you do is spill
And there ...
Thursday 16th June 2016 3:13 am
Also by Abstract Mystery:
Burning Fire | Space | The flow does not like the sun | Stolen Sleep |Cosmic Sorrow
Crystalized moments, frozen in space, time left, abandoned, by the existence of a concept created by your own minds. You wait, suspended, within mirrored eyes, reflecting a world, torn asunder, by storms outside logic.
Porcelian flesh, stoned, cast in shadows, shifting through the void, lips of gloss and blood, broken pieces of perfection, cast in eyes of sorrow and despair, waiting amongst the...
Wednesday 15th June 2016 11:07 pm
Also by Eric Jensen:
Empty lies and wasted time | My fall | Dreaming shadows |Football's problem - a tee-total football fan's message to UEFA
We've heard sectarian and racist hate
seen a governing body in a sad old state
fans forced to flee flying fists in fear
but football's problem is not just beer.
We've Neo-Nazis, ultras and yobs
most whom must hold decent jobs.
Some come just for the fight I hear
so football's problem can't be just beer.
We over-pay schoolboy prima-donnas
to create cheap imitation Maradonas
for a si...
Wednesday 15th June 2016 12:36 pm
Also by Mark Mr T Thompson:
Poetic linings | To Remain |Freshly Laundered
I never thought,
I’d change my mind,
I was sure,
I was done,
I’d taken back, I closed the door.
I guess I wanted,
You to fight,
You to want,
To change your mind,
About our life and what it meant.
Then you were honest,
And I was happy,
We spoke our hearts,
We reconnected,
Resolved to fight but never mask
And here we are,
Freshly launder...
Wednesday 15th June 2016 8:22 am
Also by Stewart Blackmore:
But You Want To Talk | Sleep | I Question |"I'm not putting up with that"
"I'll slap him hard for thieving off me"
beat him with a stick for telling lies
One,two, three, now he will see"
"he needs conditioning, the unruly pesk"
"for bunking off school
not sitting at his desk"
"that boy is useless!
he belongs in the trash"
"now he has drugs and plenty of cash"
"I'll show the thug the back of my glove
there is nothing wrong
with a bit of ...
Wednesday 15th June 2016 6:02 am
Also by PatricioLG:
I hear a Woodpecker |Forest Gate Mystery Train (Spoken Word)
I'm on the Forest Gate Mystery Train,
With my burgled geranium eyes.
I'm on the Forest Gate Mystery Train,
Sighing goldfish clock sardine spies.
Spammed atomic; trolleyed marine,
Frost-buckled arms glow margarine,
Slender dolls slalom offside knees,
Capsules backslide into the stalagmite City.
Tutankhamen consortia;
Shoulder-penguins soggy cadge the dap...
Wednesday 15th June 2016 4:04 am
Also by Suki Spangles:
I Am The World's First Selfie Poem | I'm Going To Write A Poem About You |Colour Arts
Swimming in cycles, I pattern an air;
dash, cross, the mimes of meeting,
they are a crime and I am a road-side
mottled hard, cracked paving,
the worse for wear, but a red light
lights my eye and guides my thought,
a spark in a second, a buzzing phone.
I throw out dust and paper, reels of film
sun-baked, reeling, cracked,
replace with seconds from the fountain,
hiding ...
Wednesday 15th June 2016 12:04 am
Also by David Blake:
Warden |"Yes You! at the back of the queue"
Sunday 12th July 2015 11:47 pm
-a rap-
We clap some Blacks,
them entertaining Blacks,
on stage, in film and racing tracks
tho' we mow the shacks
and dish out smacks
to those working blacks.
We clap them Blacks
and forget them whacks
and the blistered backs
of hands that buy
the music tracks
and then we clap them
Blacks them stand-up...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 11:18 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Paradoxes: 1; 2; 1.5 and | et Spiritus Sancti | They never called me nigger | Looking out of a window |June WoL Collage Poem: Anger and Peace
You gaze into the viewfinder
Joining cults
Throughout the 19th and 20th centuries
Love escaped through
A hole then took it over
A bridge upon the moon
Rupture, we all, sod it!
The pen swoops and captures.
Laughing anteaters following screaming demons
Bee working to death
Procession of American angels
File across a bridge to the moon
...Tuesday 14th June 2016 4:39 pm
Culture Vulture
Culture Vultures
We scan, encircle, hover and watch,
Reap dying flesh like vultures.
Tear the sinew from the bones of life,
Re-phrase and call it culture.
Fear my shadow, crawl away.
Scratch at the earth in fear.
I see you naked in the light,
And will write for all to hear.
Tuesday 14th June 2016 10:50 am
Separation
i love you. and i want you in my life, forever and always.
and that's that.
but there are always dark masses that get in the way,
metal bars that prevent our love from seeping through,
and that's that.
we were separated by these bars and I reached out,
trying to kiss you through the small openings between the rungs
but like a slap across the face the cold metal parted us,
and that's th...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 5:59 am
Also by Daisy Lancaster:
Seasons |Climbed a Mountain
I climbed a mountain today.
As I looked up with fear I did say,
I can't, there is absolutely no way,
Then I climbed that mountain today.
Through the sadness you got out of bed,
Although most likely at some point you said,
Life would be easier to be someone else instead,
But you climbed that mountain today.
She looked in the mirror with judging eyes,
Picking apart h...
Tuesday 14th June 2016 2:23 am
Also by Progressive Poet:
Bulletproof | DNC | She Exhales, The Wind | Pain | Skin | Silence of Wind |Where Love is Love
Where love is love it cannot be untethered.
Through spite and persecution it has weathered.
It matters not the faith that you believe,
Cares not of gender, colour or of creed.
No wall can hold it in, no bridge too far;
No laws that call it 'sin' can keep it barred.
The martyrdom of hate, try as it might
Will never cease the progress of its plight.
Where cowards take up arms to end its cour...
Monday 13th June 2016 10:01 pm
From the Heart
Poetry is a delicate form of expression it's art, you'll notice.
requiring patience knowledge and wisdom from the start, so devoted
many are called but few are chosen even less are noticed as poets
but I was called and I was chosen, but unlike most I truly know this
yes I know this dance of words and metaphors
because I use them to convey my feelings all my peers seem to ignore
therefo...
Monday 13th June 2016 1:07 pm
Also by Matthew McCanless:
My Demon | If I Could Rewind Time |Unslept
Like your side of the bed
Unslept, uncreased.
Wondering where you've been
My face too is unslept
Sunday 12th June 2016 6:11 pm
Pickles at dawn: The Ballad of Mustard Pickle
Pickles at dawn, pickles at dawn.
Don't let your father draw pickles at dawn.
Mustard Pickle is on the floor,
The Fish-Judge throws him smirks.
Their fruit is growing tentacles
And squeezes 'till it hurts.
The fruit unzips old onion skins
To bare the rotten flesh.
She sprays sour wounds with vinegar
To clothe the naked smell.
The fruit then puts on hy...
Sunday 12th June 2016 5:54 pm
Timelessness
Timelessness
Tear up the calendars,
Tear down the clocks;
For the evil that they do
is written in the faces
Torn to shreds by the hands of time
In a frenzy of the workaholic’s pantomime.
Tear up the calendars,
Tear down the clocks.
Slow down the days,
Speed up the lives.
Boot out deadlines;
Bring in lifelines,
Then sigh at the oxymoron
That is “quality time”.
Time is the...
Saturday 11th June 2016 6:05 pm
Queen
Deep inside where no one could see,
She was silently screaming someone help me.
But with a smile on her face
She only shows her outside grace.
To the people on the outside,
She is the one who never cried.
With nowhere else to turn
And no one showing concern,
She tries escaping the only way she can,
Thinking maybe it’s time for a different plan.
The emotional pain was ...
Saturday 11th June 2016 6:01 am
Also by Charity Kosta:
Tired | Stand Strong |In Her Eyes
I can see the sadness in her eyes
The kind that time creates
Evidence of the pain she feels
Proof her poor heart aches
I can see the loneliness in her eyes
Reflections of the world she's known
A life that never felt complete
A mind too often alone
I can see the despair in her eyes
She fears it's now too late
Her dreams are all just memories
Her empty soul...
Friday 10th June 2016 8:28 pm
Happy Huggard
Friday 10th June 2016 4:35 am
Work/Life
A Loan Man stands
Alone
Awkwardly in a conference room
Through corrugated glass slats
Cracks reveal stacks
of printer paper, standard size
Promising- so bright and white
And towering
Taller than he
Behind which he hides.
Sighs.
Closes his eyes.
Hand to forehead
Elbow to stack
A prayer recited: "Is it five o'clock yet?"
"Somewhere", he thinks
And ther...
Thursday 9th June 2016 9:56 pm
Also by Chandra Mossine:
Snake Oil Sells the Economy | Entropy | Artifact |Every thing
Anything and everything is what I want
Life and love is just for us
Like Kings and queens jealousy is unjust
suspicious trust patience has no rush
distinctive characteristics
Like the talented and Gifted
On a impossible mission
To find someone with the purest of intentions
Thursday 9th June 2016 3:25 am
Reset
Reset
reset
reset
you can't reset life
nor live to regret
because if you regret
then you truly aren't living
mistakes are made
lessons are learned
surprised?
guess that's how
this world is turned
but what if I could they say
oh well you know what
I'd still live
every single day the same
because without the pain
pain of making those mistakes
nothing would be earned
I wouldn't ...
Thursday 9th June 2016 1:04 am
Putting on my Massive Hairy Ovaries
Hello everybody
Anyone want to borrow a comfort zone? I have stepped out of mine. I'm standing up, on my hind legs, all by myself for my first ever stand-up poetry show, Slightly Wrong, at the Guildford Fringe Festival in July.
I thought it was a good idea at the time.
Anyway, if any of you poetical reprobates are near Guildford on 16 July 2016 and in the vicinity of The Star Inn, Quarry ...
Wednesday 8th June 2016 10:38 pm
A Shoot Off In Your Room
do you feel me, do you feel my energy?
do i linger in your sheets when I’m gone?
have you ever felt tension ache your bones?
can you taste the gunpowder on my tounge?
Are you infiltrating? Are you raiding my city?
trying to destroy every one of my walls
Theres a haze from your grenades and your bombs
But still a fortress around your heart
I'm not the enemy
your lips brush my cheek
yo...
Wednesday 8th June 2016 8:15 pm
Also by Madison:
(untitled) | There Is No Oxygen On Your Planet | I Thought I Could Make You Shipwreck | I Learned From My Mother | You Have to Water Flowers | The Walls of Your City | What a home is not |haiku
June's warm daylight comes
My thoughts of him linger on
June's nights are lonely
Tuesday 7th June 2016 10:08 pm
Also by Michelle Cote:
I Can't | Sunrise Lover |HEARTBREAKS
You are surrounded with world wearing mask,
At each and every break you have heart for task.
You may survive, you may fail, you may stay align..
Even with your strength and your emotion,you are pissing in a line.
They say they have your back on them,
But in actual they have your back and they do stab.
Victory wins heartbreak,
Failure wins relation;
Stability wins trust,
Giving up wi...
Tuesday 7th June 2016 1:44 pm
Magic
How un-modeled of me to have taken so long
Spontaneous, I should be that one thing alone
I could only imagine the greatness of being plush bears
But couldn't you say that I had the same tone
That there's the same thing between our arms
Which allows me to say this corny as line, like: This the perfect case of when it's ok to bear arms
Polyphonic with the verbs, polyamorous concurred
This i...
Tuesday 7th June 2016 10:15 am
Also by D. Williams:
Tin... | Bound | Morning soap |Friendship withstanding time!
The day you guys came along
I would never forget that D-day
We defined the word friends in a new way
Without you guys around, I would be on a highway.
How well could words describe our friendship
even pictures are just an indication
The story behind these pictures so precious
that I am eagerly waiting for times ahead.
Monday 6th June 2016 6:40 pm
Glass
Have you ever seen that glass
That is a mirror from one side and transparent from the other?
Because it exists between us
As I stare straight at you
And you somehow don't see me.
Monday 6th June 2016 7:30 am
Also by Jess:
Space | Tell Me | Runaway | Wild Eyes | Beautiful | Tabula Rasa | Words | Love Changed | What Love | Sadness | Hurricane | Alien Tongue | Live | My Favorite Look | Brunette | Brown Eyes | For Just You | Pyramid | Love Me Anyways | One Of Those | She Writes | For a Friend |Forsaken
I search
for your soul
in every passing stranger's face.
Knowing it is too late.
I dreamt
we met again
soothing all the pain between us.
The cruellest of dreams.
I crucify
time through mourning
yet it cannot hold back dawning,
of my emancipation.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 5th June 2016 8:44 pm
I miss my brother
I miss my brother
I miss my friend
Think of all the places we could have been
Although I know I can not hide
I should be there by your side
But then I see this look in your eyes
I have lost my brother, yet he's still alive
Your the only friend I could sit in peace
And see the world. It's queens and beasts. So is there hope because your still breathing? Or have i lost ...
Sunday 5th June 2016 7:54 pm
Also by Moose Macintosh:
Family |Mill Girl
In the quietness between
before and after, the girl
unspools her broken thread,
addressing the problem
of time she has lost.
Abstracted, briefly,
from her routine,
her posture is that
of a handmaid or lover
bestowing her intimate gift.
Yet kneeling there,
on her own, she is like
an ingénue, taking in
some visitant’s
otherworldly news.
Her...
Sunday 5th June 2016 10:23 am
Dear Bob Dylan
"Dear Bob Dylan is a collection of letters written over a ten year span. The letters encompass a literary endeavor by the author as a means to hone her voice without boundaries, to express all that is insoluble and alive in her life and like any philosophy, lend to a new perspective for friends, fans and critics alike."
I am thrilled to announce the publication of Dear Bob Dylan. Currently ava...
Sunday 5th June 2016 1:59 am
From Where I Sit: Music and Movement
A small flock of unidentified birds
flies into the skeleton trees
and disappears.
What magic is this?
Smoke from the boiler-house chimney,
at the mercy of the fickle wind,
blows this way and that, confused
unstopping, white, following the music
of Mozart's violins: moving, then still
- a crescendo starts to build -
- falls away to keen -
- a lull -
...
Saturday 4th June 2016 1:02 pm
Fine.
Parking his mobile library
A short time before it was due
He provided Jean with a sneak preview
Often giving her extra lending time
Without ever punishing her with a fine
And afterwards
as she adjusted her hair
And he adjusted himself
They placed fallen books
back onto the shelf
And when his bus groaned and spluttered off
Jean knew that she wasn't his only stop.
Friday 3rd June 2016 9:32 pm
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Friday 3rd June 2016 7:46 pm
The First
Sometimes i wonder why we met now
why so young, with such a long road
stretched out before us
How sad it makes me to know we wont last
I know he is my first love - I know it with every pulse
I know these short months
will set me flying
will open my eyes
I know i will never taste the world
without that flavour of love again
His face
The smile - not even ...
Friday 3rd June 2016 6:08 pm
To be Dauntless.
"She belonged somewhere. She needed to find out.Needed to overcome her fears,fight the darkness,to be a true friend. She wanted to fly. To reach the skies.To be fearless.To be different."
As she stepped into the dark corridors,
All she brought with her was a weak heart and a wandering soul.
The thirst to know where she belonged.
Only if she could find herself,
within the crowd ...
Friday 3rd June 2016 6:45 am
Calm
The calm that I seek,
Still blue sea,
Anxious waves that crash over me,
Making me hardy to future attack,
The peace that I seek is setting me back
Maybe it doesn't exist?
Maybe that is where my peace lies?
In accepting that it can't be sought?
Is it already here?
Wednesday 1st June 2016 11:35 pm
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