Advantage
Advantage, me
I served a good point
The ball was in your court
And your return hit the net
But somehow you still won the game
Because you don’t play by the rules
Because you hijack the umpire’s stool
Because when your serves are tame
You award yourself a let
So I’ve been taught
There’s just no point
Disadvantage, me
Thursday 31st July 2008 10:21 pm
Emily
I'm yet to meet an ugly Emily
Even though, she is my rival
A Latin nemesis, with eruditely correlations
She evokes images both beautiful and intelligent
I’ve met Amélie and Emilia’s too.
I gave them my peanuts
And they would stroke my beagle
Whistling to Woodstock.
Thursday 31st July 2008 3:32 pm
Little Bo Peep 2008 Remix
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
She looked all over the UK.
Then, (being industrious) traveled the world
Until she reached the U. S. of A.
She searched in all the fifty states
Came close in Texas, but found only cattle.
Finally gave up and moved to the West Coast,
Sheepless in Seattle.
Wednesday 30th July 2008 2:38 pm
Also by Mark Niel:
Addiction | Half Life Day | Dawn |Worn
Worn
Worn, like the shores of a thousand reasons
Like the coat of a hundred seasons
Or the grass on the trodden footpath
Of countless errands
Past the bark of a busy tree
Home to small creatures
Eaten by relentless birds
And stripped by squirrels
While crouching in a rain drenched corner of monotony
By the fence supported with a growth of clinging ivy
To a house with tired window...
Tuesday 29th July 2008 9:16 pm
Also by Carol Falaki:
haiku |Across The Page
Days slip away
like tears unshed,
and moments of my life
drift on by
like the dreams
that won't let go,
won't let go.
The weight of the world
still bears down on me.
The stress of reality
digs in deep.
Trying to make ends meet,
my dreams won't let go.
They won't let go.
Chorus:
The page is waiting to be written.
Life can't remain on hold.
Dreams beckon from the distance.
The page is there, waiting
for the pen to sp...
Saturday 26th July 2008 5:41 pm
Jack
I snuggle in my mum’s bed
Soft sweet scented quilt
Fluffy pillow for my head
Every night this is where I lie to dream
Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie
My dad sits quietly telling tails
Of scary pirates and treasure
With their bounty they set sail
Every night this is where I lie to dream
Every night this is where I dream I’ll lie
Dad sneaks out, thinks I’m asleep
...
Friday 25th July 2008 1:40 am
Also by Phil Golding:
Noah was here! | Cross the Crimson Tide | Secrets and Dreams | Call My Bluff |DAI BREATHE
Abi
Arise
Intermittent staccatone of warm clothes
Parting from reluctant chairs
Thunk of a glass snogging the hard
Steady surface of a table
The soft rasp, whistht and little zips jingl...
Monday 21st July 2008 1:14 pm
Obsession equals self-obsession
Obsession equals self-obsession
Winds stir old words along the morning’s empty street
Post-it notes disguised as rainy day receipts
Some read ‘I love you’ others ‘Notice me!’
All trampled underfoot with necessary cruelty
These are the words that once unwound inside of me
A mind and tongue that railed against pathetic fallacy
Now tied to it – shadows bind truth to fettered memory
An...
Monday 21st July 2008 10:09 am
How long, elder
The anvils on which we were cast
are rusting
The knowledge
In which you instilled
Past
Yet imprinted
We must watch you
wither
slow
will miss you
So sure
that
The mature passes
To silver
To grey
To white
Decay
Dear elder
Must we watch you threadbare
fray
Dear elder
Your children
Dear elder we try
To delay
But cannot stop
As calcium must eventually
Give way
formed from you
a mothers milk
a fathers silk
lapel
passed down link
your ...
Saturday 19th July 2008 5:46 pm
Amnesty
The government has claimed
success in its most recent boot amnesty.
Boot mountains have been formed
in police station yards
throughout the country.
Original plans to issue the surrendered boots
to construction workers have been abandoned
due to a shortage of workers since the fourth credit crunch
and concern that the boots may be smuggled
out of the building sites and sold to gang m...
Friday 18th July 2008 9:59 am
Also by Malpoet:
Pleasured To The Max | Allotted Span |In Times of Terror and Torment
In these times of terror and torment,
Where blood is spilled for no reason,
Our good Earth is despoiled,
Raped and plundered, of its very essence,
Sucked dry of any hope of regeneration,
All that remains, is an ever-spinning orb,
As love and trust are cast out,
From hearts and minds
And the soul is torn from the body,
To drift in endless purgatory,
Awa...
Wednesday 16th July 2008 3:00 pm
The People in My Phone Book in No More Than Three Words
Not for me
I don’t understand
He isn’t real
She likes pancakes
Was too late
We drink coffee
His old room
Children’s hair
Is an egg
She has rabbits
Test tube baby
Stag do cheat
Dates ugly men
The lovely name
Awful with words
Glad we met
Wears jumpers
I miss him
Find me jobs
Should try harder
Mime artist
Followed home
Loves the Conservatives
We ate bbq
Looks like Shrek
...
Tuesday 15th July 2008 6:32 pm
My Website update
I have added some new sections to my website http://www.writingsinrhyme.com and also some poems have been added to the site. Fopr those who like foreign language poems, I have some in Irish, French and German, and also a couple of Haikus in Serbian, and a poem translated to Filipino... just to cap things off.
If anyone wants to translate a poem for me, email me to let me know of it, and Ill post ...
Tuesday 15th July 2008 5:06 pm
Also by Tomás Ó Cárthaigh:
The Unseen Shadow |Sonnet III
This was written after a trip to Marakesh, ok so I've used orange, I know!
Once seared by heat marrow changes form,
Air so arid, dry, tasting like school chalk
Epiphanies evoked through eyes of scorn
Can't comprehend these aren't Lancashire folk
New cultural laws, awareness I lack
Minaret dominates a seething mass square
Women in black robes tongues making a clack
Facinated by his gold ...
Monday 14th July 2008 11:13 am
Shape
I SHAPE THE ALPHABET EVERYDAY
as if it was clay
of a luminous day
in my mind i mold
the inner me.
Friday 11th July 2008 10:03 am
Also by Neil Francis Brooks:
Into the consciousness | Writers workshop poem 1 | The rain meditates |Passing Over
He walks down a road
a dusty road
endlessly long
a scream
quiet earth
earthly scream
Shattered walls
the sky falls
"Stop this train!" He shouted
"I want to vacate"
"Too late" the dead conductor called
"This train has already crashed"
"Into the past!"
"Would you like to join me? I have a grave for us. It is vast"
He made his way down the road
Two wild dogs walked at his sides
he dru...
Thursday 10th July 2008 3:24 pm
Also by Richard Brooks:
Footsteps | The Lizard King | Gift of Words | A dogger and a swinger | Love and the rest |More than Friends
Two bodies in separate places
So near yet so far
Both have been waiting
True love to enter their hearts,
Strong feelings they hold
Hidden words can't be told
Friends that what all call
Forever, always, nothing more,
Two souls blocked by miles
Sorrow being seen through their eyes
Each trying to break the ice
But huge silence between them lies,
Could they ever be more than friends?
Or their destinies by fa...
Tuesday 8th July 2008 5:01 pm
remember i did not die, i am not asleep, im on a journey
Remember Iam not a sleep, Iam on a journey
You Slipt away In your sleep carried away by the tides of time, You said your goodbyes. We shall remember you In our dreams and In our Hearts
You are my love ever lasting love and there you shall remain buried within me to embrace
I shall stand and wait for your return longing to hold you once again to be at peace
Tuesday 8th July 2008 2:59 pm
This is England
This is England
Land of the brave
Land of the free
Land of the CCTV
Land of big brother in nanny state clothes
When will people finally realise nobody knows!
Land of terrorism on the news
Land of liberal views
Land of the prim and the proper
Land of being done by a copper if your drunk and disorderly
Its nothing out of the ordinary
Land of accents and regional twang
Land of literature and cockney rhyming slan...
Sunday 6th July 2008 4:20 pm
Also by Daniel Hooks:
this was supposed to be the future! |Works do
lines raised pitted skin
teenage scarification
in no sleeves displayed
Nick Hornby talk to
Mississippi
river-boat captain
loaned a fancy-dress muddle
of John Gray self
help general i
am going dancing with
a flea-market prejudice at
folk all -er than her
whose mouth curls the corner like
a contact-lens on an
electric oven
hob mispronounces
vehemence s...
Saturday 5th July 2008 10:15 pm
Entry...I'm not sure why
So I thought I'd post a blog entry.
Mainly cause I'm kinda asking for help from anybody out there (who may happen to read this). I'm really new to the whole poetry as a spoken art form thing and I'm interested in getting more involved with it but I'm not sure where to go/where to start in terms of seeing live poetry being performed.
Any advice would be muchly appreciated.
And here's a quick ...
Friday 4th July 2008 1:31 am
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