Singing To The Silence
There will be a time for the silence,
To be heard again after the call,
To be heard with the final trumpet,
To be sanctified after the fall.
When the gates of the chantry are opened,
As the souls of the faithful gain grace,
What then will be left but the silence,
Or what should be left in its place.
When the tolling of bells ends the...
Monday 30th June 2014 4:52 pm
Also by Ian Gant:
Net Worth |Under
Let's undo the
Hinges
Let's see what lies
Deep inside
Unscrew the brackets
Open the cupboard
Punch holes
In the side
Of our heads
Suffer the pain
That lies
On the other side
Of what we know
Tread in the place
Where the doors have
Been closed
For so long
Tread the dust
Tempt the mania
Scare ourselves
A little
I do know
What's inside
I know
The slugs
And the cobwebs
I k...
Monday 30th June 2014 4:19 pm
Also by Twilbury Wist:
The Deal | The Sulk | The escape | The Tramp | Road Rage | The end is nigh | The Wavering | This Gig | fracture | Excuses | Wobble | The lost and the lonely | Thus | Pur(-ef)fect | The Fairy's Tale | Sleep talk | Pressure | stolen | Between the Rain | Egg Shells | Fishing for Tadpoles | Drowning | Wind Pipes | Cold and Sober | Tik-um-tok |23:4 re-drawn
Mr Martlew
would you mind
if I sit awhile here
in the shade on my own,
you hushed in your hole,
in the valley of the shadow?
Shall I re-draw life
in the black lines etched above your bones?
Did it hurt?
Were you scared?
Do the stones weigh heavy?
Do they creak beneath the roses
and the green glass gravel?
Did it hurt?
Were you scared?
Were you read...
Monday 30th June 2014 2:52 pm
Also by Laura Taylor:
Cascade |Architecture
Whatever he knew he had learned
from nature, how even things
that seem at first fragile derive
strength from structure –
an insect’s wing, or a leaf,
its membrane stretched across
a framework of ribs and veins.
The simplest grasses, barely
noticed, assume their burdens
like trees. A small shell’s
convolution implies a flight of stairs.
You can roll out a roof ...
Monday 30th June 2014 12:46 pm
Also by David Cooke:
Mingus | Horace Silver | Gaudí | Casa Batlló | Miles | I Remember Clifford | Thelonius | Sassy |The Wheel Take II
Reinventing,
The a-moral gone white rogue inner complaisant eye of apathy's storm centre cognitive piece storm, Where the eternal lounge silent grey twilight lullaby remains an unspeaking impeached partially bought pacifist bribe off blind, A memory shrapnel ache haemorrhaging witness playing a internal pretext mentally chess unstable match game set compassion lost love to a non black t...
Monday 30th June 2014 11:34 am
Also by Juton, Villain of Truth:
Moved by a Wheel | Malefic Condescension Myths at Play | The Little Things: Malefic Terrorised Secrets of Sadness | Freedom of Double Speak | Malefic Condescension X VI | The Little Things: Monitored Memories | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven II | Malefic Condescension: Disavowed Homeless Dust | Hive Mind: Seething Vocal Discord III | Malefic Condescension: Unto God II | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven IV | Malefic Condescension : Beginning of Black | Rag Libel Doll I | Malefic Condescension: Architect in Ruins I | Her... II | The Little Things XXI | Malefic Condescension: Architect in Ruins II | Malefic Condescension: Wrought by You III | Malefic Condescension: Tearing Down Heaven III | Malefic Condescension: Dose of Heaven... II | Malefic Condescension : Grace's Parasite | Malefic Condescension: Unto God |Ditch Digger
I've heard the world needs ditch diggers too,
Which is good for me and good for you,
Because now we can be important to,
The doctors and the lawyers.
Oh, won't my mother be so proud,
To have raised such an important child,
Who reached the summit in the clouds,
When it comes to holding a shovel.
So, remember not to try too hard,
If you were born substandard,
...
Monday 30th June 2014 7:38 am
Also by James Roper:
Like an Old Friend | A River | I Thought to Try Something Different (preface to "A River") | The Slow Boy | A Ring | Poisoned Well | Mason | Insomnia | On the Influences of Love | The Corn | The Wind Sweeps In |Tales of a Shattered Monocle
By the click of a boot and a tip of a hat I am seen. With the tick tock of a pocket watch and a rattle from a hip flask rhythm becomes my beauty. Take heed no words dear passer-by but grooming beyond measure. The point of my moustache will guide you to my cane and streets filled with cheer. Eccentric you will deem my pleasure but do not paint your despair on my white starched shirt.
Sunday 29th June 2014 11:06 pm
Kerkyra
I close my eyes to see you again
I can feel you with every beat of my heart
Can smell you, can taste you
With each breath
My mind takes me back to the start
You had me hook, line and sinker
From the moment we met
As my feet touched your shores for the first
With each passing day, you did blow me away
With your passion, your joy and your thirst
As your culture consumed...
Friday 27th June 2014 9:58 pm
HABITAT HIPPY
The cheesecloth dress, Doc Marten boots
Tie-dye shirt and beads
Slightly dippy, Habitat Hippy
Bags of sunflower seeds
Roedean Ladies, cultured accent
No stranger to the Hilton
Full-time work, likes to smirk
In the summer goes to Pilton
Not for her the great unwashed
She finds them “Oh so creepy!”
Vegetable matter, and a warm ciabatta
Plus a duvet in her T...
Friday 27th June 2014 2:49 pm
Also by Daniel Dwyran:
IN LLANFAIRPWLLGWYNGYLL | WORLD CUP WIDOW | SMELLY BOGS AND DIAMOND DOGS | GLASTO IN MY GARDEN |Above, Beyond
The morning, crisp and broken by the curfew
Of rising larks and pigeons in the choir,
Its breaching sun is bursting through the grass dew
And thinning out the misty dawn's perspire.
Many rest upon their linen sheets around
And you, the only currently arise,
Solo is your ally when breaking the ground;
Undistracted, undisturbed - your alibis.
Your muscles twitch uncertain of their purpose,
...
Friday 27th June 2014 2:21 pm
The Unyielding
Fools you are,
Following the words of the Deceitful One,
How can you kneel to a God that demands servitude?
An angry, jealous God that will make you kneel by force?
Are those the words and actions of a God of Love?
Of Kindness?
No.
Those are the words of a Liar.
A marauder!
A scoundrel!
Fools you are,
Kneeling before an Unjust God!
A God of Deceit!
A God of Unjustly anger!
A God ...
Friday 27th June 2014 8:29 am
Also by Lopt the Treacherous:
The Sound of Night |FLAMING JUNE.
Too soon the infant year grows old
and winter’s grip is long and cold
so, eagerly I treat the sun
as if it were a prize I’d won
and would not put aside until
the winning of it lost its thrill.
Reptilian, I take my fill;
consuming what, come winter, will
seem simply one more fable spun
to light the dark and paint the dun
decrepit world in hues of gold
my pallid skin will fail to hold.
Friday 27th June 2014 7:11 am
deep dreams
in the deepest of my deep dreams
I shall take my little dream boat
away and away from the earth
I shall gently slowly surely float
outwards in between the planets
I shall haul and jib tack and run
setting my sheets to catch in full
the wind streaming off the sun
past the outer giant’s shining rings
to the very edge of solar space
my little boat will gather speed
a...
Thursday 26th June 2014 4:44 pm
Also by terry ireland:
444. Lives Later | Picket, 1993 | d-day 6th june 2014 |Easter With Hen
Morning at 7 Easter in heaven
Walk up like a Slaughter went to buy hen
Go fast said the grandma
By giving me penny and tin.
On my way towards the butcher house
Who might be there, morning at 7
In the day of Easter with the rising sun
People were there, with butcher & his hen
Peeping from the window
From the door step
And from ...
Thursday 26th June 2014 1:50 pm
Also by Hari Das:
Rose | Something | Voice | Way |Note to self
Note to self
One thing I know is…. It can take real courage to make mistakes. Not just to make mistakes but to be willing to live with the consequences. To whole heartedly accept full responsibility for those errors with a stoic smile.
Even if the result of those mistakes is that the whole universe comes crashing into a cascading oblivion. At the end of days at least, if they ex...
Thursday 26th June 2014 12:50 am
War Boys
War Boys
“YOUR COUNTRY NEEDS YOU”
We’re going to war boys,
we’re going to war,
Lord Kitchener asked us
so we formed a corps.
Joe and Jack from the factory,
Ted and Jim from the farm,
the recruiting sergeant assures us
that there’s little chance of harm.
We’re part of the great pals army
and we’ve fallen for his charm
as we march away to war.
We’re in the war boys,
we’re in the ...
Wednesday 25th June 2014 9:01 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Roadie | Children Of The Glamned (Resurrection Shuffle) |Go tell the Riverman.
summer rains' quiet incantation, the animals come and go,
in the far-distant hills, the snow melts as the river flows;
time is a demon
the animals know.
It’s looking for you, y'know:
...in the abdomen – demon go
...
Tuesday 24th June 2014 10:41 pm
Sweating the Small Stuff
We have a good arrangement between Our Gert and me
In carving up decision-making fair and equally.
I take all the Macro-stuff and sort all that lot out
While she sweats all the Little Stuff that I can do without.
By way of some examples I hope that you might glean
The basis of our partnership and sorts of things I mean.
I decide, for instance, the rise in interest rate
...Tuesday 24th June 2014 9:44 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Ode to Roy |Wistful Wanderings
Wistful wanderings of my mind,
take me from stubble scratching
to thoughts of just how to unwind
the complex issues we face today…
Mankind is gifted with intelligence,
we know that is a truth for sure,
yet still pursues ancient grievance
that only serve to bring pain for more
Better that we stop and think of more ways
to shape a society where all give as they c...
Tuesday 24th June 2014 1:00 pm
Also by Dave Dunn:
No Dark Shadows | Cyclops | A Pestilence of Hackers | Afterglow | Love Is |''They think it's all over...
Bem-vindo ao Brasil...........Bienvenido a Brasil......Willkommen in Brasilien.......... Kaabo si Brazil.......... Benvenuti in Brasile.........Welkom bij Brazilië.........Bienvenue au Brésil.........''Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooal !!! ''..Good-bye England. words and foto T Carroll .....It is now!''
Tuesday 24th June 2014 9:36 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
The Price | Reductio ad Absurdum |My Socks Are Wet
And I thought it was the opposite
Of dropping bombs
Elegant cascades of nothing
Overused magic tricks slighting
My eyes in your direction
Standing against you
Back to the rain
Neck dripping white petals
Of Lucifer's tears
I ask
Do you know why
My socks are wet?
You knew it was all
Fine and dandy
That I would do anything
If you had looked thr...
Tuesday 24th June 2014 2:55 am
Also by Pity-Poetry :
I Guess You Could Call Me Lucky | By the Time I Found You | BLIND | Poetry In Soggy Water | Other Than Ours | STAGNANT | MAYBE | Debussy | BUSY | Comfortably Melon | Archetypal Existence | For The Thought Of It | Ahead |Odin's Son.
Charging through the sky in his chariot,
Protector of Asgard and Midgard,
Mighty Thor is the protector of us all.
With the strength of Mjolnir,
The giants fear he is near.
Monday 23rd June 2014 4:15 am
The Memorial Day
It was Sunday morning, 1941, the 22nd of June,
The day of the growing Moon.
The country peacefully slept
While Hitler a horrible idea had kept.
Without announcing the war
He had given an order
To bomb the Soviet Republics border.
By unexpected military actions
The fascist wanted to capture all nations,
To turn the peoples into the slaves,
To fill the country with grav...
Sunday 22nd June 2014 8:39 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
Spring Meets Summer |Frame of Words
'I love you,' he said.
'No, you don't.'
'In my poems. You can find my love for you.’
'Love of words.
You live in a box
Rearranging alphabet
Into order
That only you control.'
Like a jazz musician
Finding different improvised
Melodies
Running in parallel lines
With a wayward bounce
The listener pretends
To understand
So the artist draws lines
Creating as if a God.
Man and Wom...
Sunday 22nd June 2014 12:17 pm
Also by John Eliot:
The Sound of Photographs |Kites and Anchors
There's a hole in my heart that I cannot fill
And the pain that it causes I cannot still
The love and compassion that should have been there
Got lost on the way, along with the care
And I can't get it back as hard as I try
So it strangles your love until you say goodbye
My insecurity grows day by day
And my desperation pushes away
The people who only want to feel free
'C...
Saturday 21st June 2014 9:20 pm
Also by Amy:
Nightmares | Tightrope Woman | Not all men | Citalopram | The Ring |The Storm
Rain drops,
drip, drip,
pitter-patter,
pitter-patter,
splish-splash,
splish-splash,
Kerplop!
Lightning crackles,
Thunder crashes, Boom,
Sun peeps
Birds twitter.
© Hazel
Saturday 21st June 2014 3:00 pm
Also by Hazel Connelly:
Anger |SHAFTED
Uruguay 2 England 1
...............................
Out-thought
Out-fought
Out-passed
Out-classed!
........................
England shafted twice over: by Uruguay and Liverpool - ouch!
Friday 20th June 2014 3:51 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
COMFORT | WOL makes the SUNDAY EXPRESS letters page | "HARSH WORDS FOR DIRE POETS" | ARROMANCHES - a Re-post of Remembrance for 2014 |Will you be able to love me...?
You make me invoke the liberating pleasure
that radiates on my skin, in unconsummated desires,
as autumn showing lust, with delirium and graciousness...
Will you be able to love me?
Intoxicate me with sex, with nights that uphold me;
there is no greater delight than to sin with the flood of your kisses
and the madness of this moment
I adore to be loved!
I cry for ...
Friday 20th June 2014 2:47 pm
Also by Noris Roberts:
Your lips... | What makes me love you? |Pop Up Poetry Guildford v the World Cup, 17th June 2014
June's Pop Up at the Bar des Arts was a great success despite a few glitches - what with glorious weather, Mexico playing Brazil in the World Cup (a lousy draw), our back-cloth screen collapsing and almost braining Dónall, our mic-stand proving short of a rod or two and our stage lighting staying obstinately unlighted. Luckily, all these material disasters happened before the start of the evening....
Thursday 19th June 2014 3:19 pm
Pop Up Poetry at the Bar des Arts, Guildford in June
June's Pop Up at the Bar des Arts in Guildford was a great success despite a few glitches - what with glorious weather, Mexico playing Brazil in the World Cup (a lousy draw), our back-cloth screen collapsing and almost braining Dónall, our mic-stand proving short of a rod or two and our stage lighting staying obstinately unlighted. Luckily, all these material disasters happened before the start of...
Thursday 19th June 2014 3:08 pm
ThePoetry Spoke - closes
ThePoetry Spoke has now closed its doors for the final time. We finished as we started with a wonderful event. If anyone wishes to look back at some of the poetry that we were fortunate enough to share at la gondola and Gallaghers; please search Merseypoetryscene on youtube. You will also find some excellent poetry from the Wirral Ode Show at the Egremont Ferry and some fine musical performance...
Thursday 19th June 2014 12:17 pm
Balance of Emotions
Balance of Emotions
Someone take the cot away,
For the child was never wanted,
Someone take the bottles and bibs,
For this child wasn’t born through courtship,
Take the rubber pants,
The terry towelling nappies,
Take the vests and bodysuits,
The pram and all his dummies
Take the gloves and booties,
The teddy bear that stares,
Take away his curly...
Wednesday 18th June 2014 1:47 am
My Smile Is Not For You
Until the sun is bruised and the birds are gone,
I will be here.
So, if you want rid of surrounding eyes
then it's best you break my heart.
A word of warning before you do,
this smile you see now will never be for you,
not one minute more.
It'll be for the faint azure;
for the innocent laugh of my baby nephew
who doesn't know pain like mine -
I pray he never does.
...
Wednesday 18th June 2014 12:58 am
A short walk
Spring brings forth its first flush
Bright and green
In something of a haste and rush
Or so it seems
Desperate to cover up the bold baroness of winter
Over marsh , over rock
Over branch and over root
Broken thorns cascade and rub
Inside my boot
As we tramp our way along the coastal path
Walking in a troop
The water below lapping, slapping
Gently c...
Tuesday 17th June 2014 11:19 pm
Beyond an end
We are all attached to what was once
No matter how old however stretched
Elasticity cannot deny youth as
Long as something of sincerity
Within remains, no matter the other
Now simply can’t exist beyond the
Here and the now without the past
Future serves no purpose beyond an end
Life a turtle with a diamond shell
Aged replete with the Forgotten
Book like ever page...
Tuesday 17th June 2014 12:51 pm
Also by Richard Alfred:
Hard Of Hearing |Unwanted Gifts
My dog started bringing me presents, a mouse and a live bird,
but then appeared an accident, I found he’d left me a turd.
I went to fetch some kitchen towel, declaring it less than a joke
but just as I went to clear it up the turd let out a croak.
I stumbled back with a cry of shock; was it a frog or a toad?
I opened the door and out it hopped and disappeared up the road.
Monday 16th June 2014 10:51 pm
Also by Lynn Dye:
Safe Sex |EXCITEMENT
EXCITEMENT
That snow white Vauxhall Cresta
With its red leather seats
And stunning chromium bumpers
Flashing through the town streets
In the front passenger seat
I waved to friends going by
As dad raced the engine
Keeping the rev counter high
That pure white Vauxhall Cresta
With its iconic look
A classic sixties motor
The best one in the book
The pu...
Monday 16th June 2014 6:23 pm
Daffodil
I hesitate before dipping
the rough edge, ripped shard;
ink screwed on, blue clasp,
scratches from the mind's eye;
call you up, embrace, descry
a vision from beyond my grasp, as
time and journeys flung us wide.
I listen for the creepers' hum,
the stirring, pollen still beside
the sparrows in the tangled verge.
From beyond rock walls, broken, cracked,
earth and...
Monday 16th June 2014 2:03 am
Also by David Blake:
Crash Survivor's Log |THE ROSE
The Rose opened its heart petal by petal
unfolding its virtues to the naked eye
You opened your heart page by page
unfolding your virtues to my soul
even sealing it with a loving kiss
on that fateful day
It was only to last seven weeks
until your gun was pointed at my head
the double barrel between my eyes
you hated the concept of equality
slavery was your ...
Saturday 14th June 2014 1:19 pm
Also by Tricia Hague-Barrett:
STATE WARD BUTTERFLY | FATHERHOOD GONE AWRY! | A MOTHERS GRIEF |Limbo Days
In all directions the way ahead is curtained
By fronds of doubt and uncertain mist.
Barefoot solo dancing this slow moist limbo,
the air humid with little movement in the warm waters,
a fetid mud of unknowing squeezing between my toes
as flies swarm knowing their prey in this lagoon
green with algae and forgotten dreams.
I need strength, don’t squander energy to shout, scream ...
Saturday 14th June 2014 11:23 am
Where Hope Still Lies
I no longer feel to voyage on, since I no longer feel
I no longer feel to voyage on this silver pathway
That is no pathway but a rutted track that steers the wheel
On a golden course where only dark shadows play.
And I know that once upon this path, largely for others' needs,
This chariot will charge forward with this form
(Only the body travels now)
And I will not stop nor ev...
Saturday 14th June 2014 8:38 am
Lost without you
Immense amount of pain
A loss of everything, that was to be a gain
Guilt stricken, that resides in the depths of the soul
Able to crave with a heightened sense of emotion
This devastation was not suppose to be in life’s potion
Inside feeling the sudden pitter patter
Now all preparations do not matter
Building a home with the foundation of joy
Every object a reminder of the ...
Thursday 12th June 2014 3:12 pm
Also by Outside of Comfort :
Beat me | What is today? |Rock n' Roll Love Poem!
Rock n’ Roll Love Poem!
Just like Chuck Berry
We can Rock n’ Roll
Like Tamla Mowtown
We can dance with soul
Like UB40
I’d love you on the dole
And while I draw the line
At Spandau Ballet’s Gold
I want you
We could sing and dance
From pole to pole
Like Neil Young
You’ve got a heart of gold
I’m a fan of your coconuts
Like Kid Creole
Yeah I’ve got to have you
Like a rock ballad
...
Thursday 12th June 2014 7:14 am
Hand of dust
As I stood there ’twixt tree and stream
I saw afar a distant dream
and in its hazy shadow's wake
appeared a cleft, such fractured break
that shook from root to very core
as through the tear, the port, the door
stabbed fearsome vision no return
with eyes to freeze and breath to burn
it lunged and launched a shattered thought
and from the dust a hand it wrought
so took ...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 4:14 pm
Also by Christopher Dawson:
Can you see my flies? | 1914-2014 |Willpower - June Collage Poem
Herded in trains, peripheral memories,
feelings frozen under violent suns
frizzled out across the weekend:
tuna and chips, beer in the square.
The will of one person
gets power from many;
The loudest of actions
hide behind a silent will.
Sometimes I forget to get some
try not to be stupid and don't laugh
truth too painful to hear
Better the cracks of
...Tuesday 10th June 2014 7:06 am
Alarm
Alarm
The radio on your alarm switches on at 3am,
unbeckoned. The voice of a nighttime preacher
speaking forgiveness onto dead waves. It begins
in your dreams, and only later do you realize
his voice is not water spilling from a crack in a brick wall.
You bring your fingers to your face, listening
to the voice, which is not fire, telling you
you are loved by an empty sky. He...
Tuesday 10th June 2014 1:43 am
Hey Poet! Suck This
You.
You, the non-aligned. Celebrate for its own sake, complement the creative, rough the smooth out of the level question of hate, vitalizing the style of hard-line writing leverage, spurning the potential agendas of a system whose vital interests supress a stronger passion ~ go join, if you must, be the instrument of forced craft, it has a definitive strength that soon runs out of legs, yet b...
Monday 9th June 2014 10:18 pm
First Date
First Date
As I wait I
I pass through the others
Trying desperately
To wipe the slate clean
Scour the memories
Till I’m shiny and clean
But their memory
Is resin
A wine stain on a
Polished floor
She will know I’VE been dragged through
This before
© David R mellor 2014
Monday 9th June 2014 12:04 am
Mirror
Look into the mirror
and all I see
those eyes will be
the death of me
It hurts much more
than you can tell
through inner termoil,
my secret hell
I'm scared, I cry
and hide in shame
inside my shell,
each day the same
There are two sides
to all these lies
dream days away
and plan goodbyes
Sunday 8th June 2014 11:35 pm
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