part 2 (08/31/2015)
smoke spiralling toward a retired ceiling fan
long exhausted, still spinning
over shaded stucco,
worn and grey as home.
I'm remembering black lipstick, eyes locked
far away, at the peak of a phantom cathedral roof
built so much higher than this apartment
in a space between the cracks,
in a place of sunken, silent ships,
queued onwards and thru sonic trances
as the thought of midnight ...
Monday 31st August 2015 11:12 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
ether shuffle prayer (8/30/2015) | motel (8/23/2015) | karaoke 3 (08/21/2015) | afterthought 2 ( | lucky lager shuffle (08.16/2015) | Ray Charles 0414 (08/11/2015) | Scott Peterson 2049 (08/09/2015) | first will prompt (08/09/2015) | why i don't mow my lawn (08/06/2015) | Ray Charles 2428 (08/05/2015) | echolocate (08/01/2015) |dry drowning
The day suffocates my soul
Each minute sends me further
The more I fight the harder my body fights back
Good things happen but I am blind
The only thing I hear is silence
Faces pass, I smile back only out of habit
My body has learned how to pretend
But my mind will never grasp the concept
My heart aches constantly
It pushes against my rib cage
It is a prisoner trying ...
Monday 31st August 2015 8:33 pm
Winter Fly
What good does it do to complain?
The fates are blind to all of us
Look at the winter fly
Dead upon the sill.
This morning I swept away three more
Their bodies still intact just their tiny souls departed,
Like cars abandoned on the roadside
In a film about the end of times.
Sometimes it’s as simple as that,
The best years of your life
Defiled against a...
Monday 31st August 2015 8:00 pm
Also by Tom Harding:
Kitchen |Dreams
Dreams
Come
In sleep
To write down
Pen and paper
Hope to inspire someone
Monday 31st August 2015 5:20 pm
Attention to its grotesque faces
A ship sustaining
A tiny crack or thick
Is destined to sink,
Awaits the same story
A pilferers-leached country!
All the grotesque
Faces of corruption—
Embezzlement,bribery,red-tape
Nepotism
Task procrastination
What is more inefficient
Resource utilization—
Must not go out of
A developing
Nation's radar,
Expected corruption to bar
In its bid to spur
The ship of developme...
Monday 31st August 2015 1:55 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
Great Tiding | Think before you ink! | Don't be a sheep in a goat's age | Newton Fourth Law | To win or to remedy? | (untitled) | The survival of the slickest |brooks hatlen
I used to work in a car body shop
In Holloway
We specialised in top of the range cars
Alfas
Audis
Porsche
Now anyone who knows Holloway
Will automatically know
That if you drive a nice car
In Holloway
You are a drug dealer
Or you are lost
The place I worked
Was directly opposite
The women’s prison
And the saddest thing
Was the ladies who were let out
...Monday 31st August 2015 8:02 am
Also by Stuart Buck:
push | fun house | the poet dies | wings | hokey cokey | sonnet | qwerty | kirigami | switch (for michelle) | stung | 30 | lost | swallowtail | Haiku Selection | a rich vein of form | Mayfly | Ctrl B | Ladder | Brenda #2 | spaghetti junction | II | sterile (i am not) | I | 10,000 lux | £1 | pang | Arlo #1 + #2 |TERENCE THE TORTOISE
My friend Terrence
was a little happy sole,
he didn't need a kennel,
nor a house or a hole.
His home was a shell
that he carried on his back,
so that all he had to do
was drop down on the track.
Then he'd pull his head inside,
followed by his legs and feet
and he’d look inside the fridge
for something tasty to eat.
If it started raining
or got ...
Monday 31st August 2015 2:36 am
Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:
THE BALLAD OF THE BALD HEDGEHOG | THE SPOILS OF WAR | THE UNINVITED GUEST | THE LIE | WHAT IF | POOLS OF LOVE | POETIC PULSE | RAW EMOTION | MOTHER | OH ENGLAND |GOOD AND BAD NEWS
"there's good news and bad news
which do you want first?"
"I'll have the bad news."
Thus Murdoch became rich on human weakness
sad but true that this philosophy is cheap to run
like an old friend clapped out expecting little.
GOOD NEWS COMES AT A PREMIUM!
(well it wouldn't be cheap 'cause it's special)
with bad news you can...
Sunday 30th August 2015 11:20 pm
Also by ray pool:
THE INSECTS | THE YARDS | IN THE VALLEYS | IF YOU STAND QUITE STILL | KU KLUX KLAN | IN THE TOWER | WHO IS WORTH MOST | TOWER OF CASSETTE | LET'S HEAR IT FOR BLACKPOOL | a simple message | ABOUT NOTHING | PEAKS AND TROUGHS | MARY CAN'T MAKE IT THURSDAY | THE BABIES | I TRIED TO REACH AN AUDIENCE | EDUCATION | MOTORHOME | CLIPPIE |Gallery
Man made, masonry maze
So distant from our base
Open heart and an hourly haze
An everchanging face
Years would take to see each square
And elsewhere are our years
One could be a long affair
Rest stay behind the ears
Or perhaps with perfect planning
Not all but many fit
Squinted eyes and vision panning
A few could see you sit
Wonder where to place the blame
The picker of our len...
Sunday 30th August 2015 9:54 pm
But I! Neither a product of love nor pleasure
The collection of Frida Narin's poems are not a nostalgic work; the past is not in the habit of painting romantic pictures. The boarders in Narins poems, from north to south and from east to west, are not lines separating humanity. The flags in the collection of Narins poems are not raised to separate the people of the earth from one another. These flags must be sown to create a carpet for childre...
Sunday 30th August 2015 12:14 pm
Lobotomy
On some nights I miss you so much I want
to perform a lobotomy on myself. Remove
the image of your shoulders against his
from where it is lodged inside of me, burn
all your pretty words from my frontal lobe
so that the next time I see you, everything
will look like static. It is all heartbreak,
dragging my quiet body home and trying
to remember the last time I felt this alo...
Sunday 30th August 2015 7:23 am
Also by Ameeracle:
(untitled) | Was for her |Jazz Record cut off half note
Looking back in hindsight
I wonder how some
Of my ex girlfriends
Would have handled me
Getting diabetes
Sian who lived with her wealthy parents
And who kissed me with a desire
Beyond her tender years
Would have resented my inability
To keep running down to London.
Helen would have sat in front
Of her ever increasing cocktail bar
And have said what the hell
Can you drink now
(w...
Saturday 29th August 2015 2:06 pm
Also by Andy N:
Collaboration in memory | Autobiography |CROSSROAD
Along the long and winding road
You’ll reach a spot where paths will cross
There you know not where to go
For either leads to unfamiliar ground
You’ll never know where they may lead
Unless you choose to follow it
But know that you may never know
Where the other could have taken you.
Saturday 29th August 2015 1:01 pm
yawn yawn
yawn yawn
woke up early
empty head
out of bed
slip on some socks
stare at the screen
shutters still closed
not ready for the world
putting off looking at that unfinished piece
yawn yawn
©Colsibabes 2015
Saturday 29th August 2015 7:03 am
The Voyage of Edwr
The days of feasting and hunting seemed unending:
The seasons passed: the hart in the woods bred
And reared its young year on year,
We ran after them, the spear sang a song
of whistling death. We joyed.
We painted on the walls, drank mead,
The feast-hall lit by dancing flame on flame
Chewed the meat, swallowed, wiped gravy off our lips
And threw the dry-sucked bones on the midden.
Unt...
Friday 28th August 2015 10:08 pm
Also by STEVE RUDD:
Brodick Seafront | Weather Forecast | Building Sandcastles With Sir Iasac Newton |10
10
We ventured in for ten minutes,
Our little circle of Globe Trotters and SAS Sigs,
But there was no life,
Just acrid tobacco smoke
And stale alcohol,
But the Rebel MC was having none of it;
A Newcastle Pub dead as a dodo
And nowhere to go-go!
So we pissed what we could
And let fly a dance,
And before we left the whole
Pub was in trance...
Friday 28th August 2015 6:25 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Adventurous, Forthright, Calamitous, Old! |The Calm
Three more rain drops beat
Staccato, full stops, to leave
A promise on the wind:
The storm will soon begin again.
Friday 28th August 2015 5:18 am
Also by James Roper:
Short and Sweet | A Passing Thought at 5AM |Smart Little Johnny
This story happened in one school
But … for God’s sake, keep cool,
it can't be taken as a rule.
Once when a teacher of math fell sick
A teacher of physical education came, named Nick.
He wanted to show how intelligent he is,
So he said: Solve my problem please!
-A car moves at a high speed.
To go to Spain a plane I need.
Can you tell me my age
If I read a book on the last page,
a pea...
Thursday 27th August 2015 3:03 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
Smart Little Johnny | Smart Little Johnny | Humor | Humor | Elijah The Prophet | Elijah The Prophet |HEADLINES
You'll have to have been where the mail doesn't drop
Or where the papers and TV don't find you
To be unware of "black man shot by white cop"
Ad infinitum - just to remind you.
But the absence of the following has my mind in a whirl
"Black man shoots white TV news girl".
.....................................................................................
Thursday 27th August 2015 12:51 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
WEB | YOU BET'CHA | MEASURES |395
Heading down 395
With a head full of gold rush stories
An eye full of mountain ranges
Thursday 27th August 2015 10:32 am
Also by Corr Lens:
Security I Guess |May It Be
May it be that you and I
Spend an eternity together
May it be that you and I
Live and Laugh forever
May it be that you and I
Live happily ever after
May it be that you and I
Always start a new chapter
May it be that you and I
Love the way we smile
May it be that you and I
Walk 500 miles
May it be that you and I
Hold each other tight
May it be that you and I
Always know when to fight
...
Thursday 27th August 2015 2:42 am
Also by Granger:):
Today |Kids
This bad kid
Thursday 27th August 2015 12:43 am
Bore
Over cheap wine, where you might as well have offered me white vinegar
The smell assailing me but drowning out your bull crap
Steepled fingers as you waxed eloquent. Intellectual, some?
And your yarns about poetry and form and structure
The candle flickering, what a waste of a good candle
I could have put it to better, use, mmm
Nice and thick
But you drone on, buzzing, humming...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 5:44 pm
Morphine
All the faith carried in your soul
all the morphine lightening the load
they play a strange sad game
they lie in bleak dark ways
I listened to the doctor speak
while you read some ancient tome
and, yes, you know your body well
but pain isn’t the cause
This belief takes its small toll
the colour and the hope both drain away
defeatedly you feel you’re fading
But you’re not fading
y...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 5:39 pm
Wheels
Wheels
I’m going to write a psycho-list,
A peloton that’s better missed
Those Lycra clad with ugly shapes
Untrained unwanted jackanapes.
At two abreast and six ranks deep,
It’s up the hills they weave and creep.
They think they are the public good,
But only serve to boil the blood.
Of course they have a right to be,
But so again has little me.
They p...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 3:08 pm
Burnham Beeches with Anna, 1985
the sadness of sundays
persists
even amidst
the various
reds, yellows, browns and golds
of stormy autumn
and as I walk
I have in mind
the fragility of a veined
porcelain
hand
and who am I to resist
this child's
every imperative?
Wednesday 26th August 2015 12:25 pm
DIPSO FATSO BINGO ASBO TESCO
(Someone far cleverer than me wrote the title as a 5-word summary of how foreigners view the English - an old post)
I never cease to be surprised while we're on holiday
At the number of occasions that a French waiter would say,
“Hello. What can I get you?” in perfect Ang-a-lais
How did he know so quick that we were English?
While you're shopping in the mall you see a fami...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 8:56 pm
Also by John Coopey:
THE VERGER AND THE MAGISTRATE | Happy 35th Wedding Anniversary | WHAT DON'T I KNOW ABOUT CRICKET? | IT'S NOT 5-0 IS IT NOW, GLENN | QUI ES IN CAELIS (...who art in Heaven...) |I Need a Friend
I need a friend,
Someone that wouldn't need my words to know something was wrong,
My body is weak from being strong,
I want to lay down my broken and lost thoughts,
I've lost track,
Of tears that I've forced to keep in, awaiting the second I get home to let them fall,
I need someone that would see past this wall,
The wall I've spent a year building up.
I can be surrounded b...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 8:04 pm
MUSHY I AM
Can I remember my password; sorry I meant are the frozen peas still in my bag
Mushy I am
I leave bank cards in a supermarket pay out tills
The whole of Wirral is riding round on bus passes I leave
Mushy I am
Droplets of my money
Are rolling down your street
I type in endless passwords
All wrong of course
I’ve given my bank pin number
To a te...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:49 pm
Also by David R Mellor:
Just a bit part in life’s big movie screen | We Can’t Corby wrong | It’s 1979 again | The Big Picture | I HATE YOU, FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART |Mr Glen Coe
~~Standing proud
He hangs out
With the clouds
Absent without
Leave
From the skies
Who surround him
Like the remnants
Of a Cuban cigar
Well received
He checks his
Reflection
In his still
Washbasin
Covered in
Scars
From weathers
Not sent
To calm
Grumbling
He sends
A warning
To his
Siblings
’Sisters, you
Are about to
Be walked
All over again
In swarms
To escape
...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:22 pm
The wordsmith
Is it the destined way of man
To plead to beg
To scratch and scrabble
Clawing through naked earth
Like a desperate hungry animal
To dig down to the very depths
Of all that he holds dear
To snip and to sneer
At his own ability
To watch himself flounder
On jagged rocks
Cut and bleeding
To chip away at every sliver
At every splinter of every letter
Of every w...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 7:00 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
Down the pub |One of Those Days
Trying hardest to dispel
but the feel’s returned
Perfect thought utopia
has tables since turned
Back at a very juncture
bit uncanny and unsure
Strong urge to move on
for an enigmatic allure
Environs are inhibiting
lackluster same routine
Needs ditching tedium
& explore vistas pristine
Mettle’s taken beating
but the intent s...
Tuesday 25th August 2015 6:42 pm
Lactose intolerant
"Ignore the unfounded rumours
of pus- in your milk,
and others
which are also quite scary,"
said the white coated chap
with the clipboard and cap
and the man who's
in charge of the dairy.
words and foto T Carroll
Tuesday 25th August 2015 4:12 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Sodden | ...take those lips | Vertices iv | "Oh you are a mucky kid" |You & I
Isn’t that what it’s always been between us?
Static.
Electric.
Lightning rods taking every hit.
The shock was inevitable.
The passion was undeniable.
You are the bolt of pure energy.
I am the body of water you longed to touch.
Together,
we’re deadly.
But by God,
we’re lovely.
S.S.R
Tuesday 25th August 2015 5:15 am
Lost Dove...
Relationships despair,
With thoughts becoming words,
Walls that once stood surrounding,
Now stands in between, mocking.
Restlessness haunts eyes,
Moments of Vows, fires denies
Paths once chosen together,
Now stages reasons for fights.
Reasons found once to stay,
Seems melting away like ice.
Cowardness blinds submission.
Arrogance blinds Love.
Moments t...
Monday 24th August 2015 6:25 am
Also by Jojomon:
Love Alley! | Curse, at a Price! |Paxos (end)
Paxos, with it`s gnarled groves of olives and crazy stone walls, is a goblin island. It leans to the east, as though some giant Titan of antiquity strode across it and tilted it. The ground water is brackish due, it is said, to greedy exploration for oil. One suspects, though, a more tolerant attitude before the project failed..
The `real` town square was the triangle glimpsed through the chu...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 10:12 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:
Corbyn and and the death of Marx? | Paxos (cont) | Little David | (untitled) | Form and function |A Suitcase in Berlin
“Ich habe noch einen Koffer in Berlin” an old popular song in Germany
A Suitcase in Berlin
I still have this suitcase in Berlin,
It’s stuffed with receipts for comradeship,
Paid for anonymously by hours lived in fear:
Of betrayal, of interrogation, of the camp,
Of footsteps on the stairs at dawn. I listen
For movement behind the wall of this day.
The hours pass slowly-the ...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 9:00 pm
Winning the first Poetry Slam Online interview
Poetry Online Slam was created by Bristol based Poet Matt Duggan who won the erbacce prize for poetry in 2015.
You can find out more about Matt here http://www.mattduggan.webnode.com
Why did I create the Online Slam? I wanted to connect poets from all over the world who wouldn't get to see some poets reading LIVE! Plus, None of that dodgy judging or rent a room Poet B/S. I hope this projec...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:59 pm
Also by Myriam San Marco:
The Chocolate Poetry Club |Epitaph
Forgive me as I dip my pen into blood of the past.
Memories. Hanging bright as the whitest moon
in my blackened, indecorous thoughts.
I was his lover, his muse, his friend,
his counsel over secret canal side walks.
Both sharp suited, professional by day,
we drove fast through boundaries
into love first after taking vows of never.
Towpath widened into world of champagn...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 8:03 pm
Also by Katy Megan:
Caring through Silence | Residual Haunting |White Candles of Hope
Orange glow
Blinding light.
Black metal
Petrol ignite.
Motorcycle riders
Blooded mess.
Bangkok carnage
Innocent victims.
Lives taken
For what?
Blue bag
Killer bomb.
The shrine
Stays strong.
To remember
Flames return.
White candles
Forgiveness flickers.
An act
Towards peace.
A symbol
Of ...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 5:08 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Born of Dark Blood | Born of Dark Blood |The Velvet Conversation
What do I want? What do I value?
What do you reject?
What matters to me? Whose opinions do I heed?
Whose do you ignore?
I no longer care what anyone thinks of me,
Or my actions.
You realize, of course, that you have fixed
The anomaly of your state:
You are trying very hard not to care;
But you do...
Sunday 23rd August 2015 12:09 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Li Po | For her | Two Formal Poems (re-posts) |Final Excuse for Fetish
A perfect excuse to
Sunday 23rd August 2015 5:52 am
Also by Harvey Williamson-Knight:
Days |Rail replacement bus from Manchester to Bolton
Speaking volumes with their eyes
Before the coach had even left
Let alone hit the motorway
Stabbing words echo deep
Petering on a seat
Tirelessly moaning spray haired
Oxidized in seconds
Climbing walls in a closed space
In a language not yet wrote
Microfilmed in barely suspended anger
Snow like in a silent explosion
Observing just one thought
Just one sentence over and over
...
Saturday 22nd August 2015 7:56 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:
Heading towards 50 |Traffic Semaphore
Coded in red, yellow, green
Mounted on a pillar so high
Re-painting the urban scene
Directions, displays and drivers
Gentle lights shimmered,
enough to stop rushing mob
Equating the chances;
for everyone to throb
Speed -bumpers couldn't intervene
Mind was intra-vocal and dominant
Criss-crossing the passersby
Yet my speech was silent
Crimson halte...
Saturday 22nd August 2015 5:26 am
Undefined boy
The undefined boy with his tears torn apart Trying to cope up with his cries With his blood sheded life Made a barrier of darkness in his heart inside Stopped trusting those crowdy greedy eyes Living in d blackened arena of dead perception Broke dose illusive fences of truth ness And gone in laps of never lasting loneliness Coated with humanity daemon emerging inside Tried my best to mak...
Thursday 20th August 2015 6:01 pm
Tableau 4: The Melting of the Ice
Spring-clean, fresh
dressed in flannelette
and floral,
the Snow Queen pales
against her pillow.
Limb-tidy, quiet
in a final contemplation,
seeing neither near nor far
though knowing earth beneath a primal sky
will be the regal destination.
The King rests
gathers strength
...
Thursday 20th August 2015 9:31 am
Also by Laura Taylor:
Tableau 3: Tempest | Tableau 2: Night of Years | Tableau 1: Return of the Snow Queen | The Melting of the Ice - Prelude |Pain and Change
A pain moulded in my heart,
melancholily deep inside
A pain I thought
will never leave me aside
Every time I tried to escape
from the labyrinth of ache
I remained undone
from this never breaking chain
Life is a journey
filled with many unknown suffering
It's a series of events
strung together,forever changing
I caught up in web,
of never ending woe and sorrow
...
Wednesday 19th August 2015 6:50 pm
Also by Unabridge_soul (Tulika):
She |British Summertime
The heat of a British Summer
That never is
We wait through lengthening days
Wondering what happened to Spring
As the rain and wind still blows.
The height of a British Summer
Comes and goes
The longest day passes
And St Swithin’s Reign begins
As the rain and wind still blows.
The hope of a British Summer
That never comes
Nights draw in and Autumn looms
...Tuesday 18th August 2015 8:24 pm
It's Summertime
Here it comes, I just can’t wait
Warm gentle sun to ease my pain
A clear blue beautiful blazing sky
To make me feel so alive again
What’s the word? - It’s summertime
It’s raining cats and dogs
Me, I’m crying a raging river
Lost and alone in a misty fog
I want to lay and chill by the pool
Have a long cool cocktail or two
But this wicked woeful weather
Man, it’s making me s...
Tuesday 18th August 2015 11:56 am
The Man with the Black Cap
I see him sometimes at four in the morning
The man with the black cap
He walks his dog,
And apart from a nod
He’s not one for talking
He’s always there at four in the morning
The man with the dog
I guess he’s retired from some early morning job
Now he’s got the time
For walking
Still, it’s a grand time, four in the morning
For a man with a cap and a dog
...Tuesday 18th August 2015 9:27 am
Also by Steve Higgins:
I Hope The Train Breaks Down |The Endless Pit
The crack of dawn, yet absent of light
Darker than the hours preceding
Only one could dread a new day
But it's a constant battle and endless fight
To rise from this dungeon
To enter this isolated Hell
The morning is slow, yet all too short
Lead weights on all limbs and eyes
No routine, but a mission
To begin each day, Only to distort
The true soul trapped inside
Ac...
Tuesday 18th August 2015 4:09 am
twisted trees
A twisted oak coiled round its self the perfect home for a mouse.
He climbed up a twisted branch and made his peace there, he built a nest of twine in the hollow center.
twine woven in brade, ants climbing up in parade. the army came to a hault and flead, they
feared for their lives and would rarther not be dead.
the stars a gemstone, the moon an ivory marble in a get jar.
...
Monday 17th August 2015 8:11 pm
Also by mollie learmonth:
close to the twighlight |Strength Training for Cancer Survivors
Strength training is important for cancer survivors. Learn more in this infographic by personal trainer Clear Lake.
Monday 17th August 2015 4:11 am
I miss him still
That anchor of hair on his chin
The soft lines that bracket his face
The creases that furrow between his brows
Forgetting and remembering him
All at once
And every day
Saturday 15th August 2015 10:12 pm
Also by Michelle:
We'd drink |Home
I search for a place that may not even exists.
A place I feel right, a place to call home, somewhere I don't feel so alone.
This place put in my head by the stories I was told as a child.
Where the wind will blow free and the grasses grow wild.
Is it real
This place I've been told
Where I can finally feel
Finally belong
Is this place far away?
Or maybe right here
Where I can finally a...
Saturday 15th August 2015 9:22 am
Snatched Thoughts
Friday 14th August 2015 10:16 pm
Wonderland
alive again
the world that once faded away
now resurrects
the world so elegant
outcast
your the outcast
a hollowground
vison is the way of communication
and you are left to be silent
welcome to wonderland
Friday 14th August 2015 4:29 pm
Also by Aly Hatcher:
Wonderland |A Life In The Day
A Life In The Day
WHAT’S ON YOUR MIND?
errrrrrrr
SHARE if you have a hamster you love with all your heart who you know will do anything for you
QUENTIN has TAGGED you in his album 'Genital Warts' (51 pictures)
because all your friends want to see the spotted dick of a person they've never met
LIKE
so close to LICK
STATUS UPDATE: my wife's left me
STALKER47: about time m8 - every...
Friday 14th August 2015 10:45 am
Not Quite a Goodbye
i can feel
the turn
of your season
fading
the dull
gathering
of the rain
gives weight
to the bend
of new leaves
Thursday 13th August 2015 4:42 pm
Also by A.M. Clarke:
Cycles |In Praise of Fallen Stars
In Praise of Fallen Stars
Who knows anymore when seeds
Were planted or how they got
Nurtured with such care for so long
Roots of kindred spirits reach deeply
Tangling underground thirsty
Hungry
Needy
Before pushing buds through warm wet earth
To explode into blossoms that
Smile at sun
Flirt with light
Their beauty attracts suitors
Who infatuate over mature...
Wednesday 12th August 2015 6:01 pm
Magical Boy
fingers still wave
through little panes of
Glass just for me
I can see you No ghost
you cast yourself forever
trapped in my soul
Beautiful Wonderful
My magical boy
Silent to others now
little record player
Your love revolves in me
I will always play for you
Records so loved and
Little piano lost to time
Beautiful Wonderful
My magical boy
...Wednesday 12th August 2015 3:39 pm
dear dad
I love you, I do,
Respect you I don't,
I've tried, I've tried it saddens my heart
But your smoke and your words of alcohol..
It cannot be helped I see it now, you'll always be the father I loved somehow
To my father his family come second to none
But it did to your vices, we came undone
I blame you I do for not trying to change,
For not loving us enough to really try to change
For the ...
Wednesday 12th August 2015 8:05 am
August Collage Poem: Making Poetic Hay
A caged bird in Wetherspoon's
Flashing jazz through messy mental maps
On skull-grey stepped buildings
Where books and more books glimpse
of measured escape
Over corridors blocking ways out
edited down stopping feelings
of revenge pleading eases
enchanted in a warped love
Messy murder, mental madness
Who is free and who is caged?
Too many hang-up...
Wednesday 12th August 2015 6:39 am
Also by Stockport WoL:
Castle Inn Poetry Tour |Now available in all good bookshops as long as it's Waterstones
Sunday 9th August 2015 4:02 pm
Heol y Cyw
Heol y Cyw
Sunday 9th August 2015 3:58 pm
Cilla
Goose pimples to our flesh you did bring,
When you got up on stage and started to sing.
Glamorous,elegant and classy,
Proud to be a Liverpool lassie.
Time goes by so fast,
Our memories of you are vast.
The cloakroom girl who became our lifelong friend,
You were our world,sad to see it come to an end.
"Anyone who had a heart,"I hear the angels hum,
...Sunday 9th August 2015 1:18 pm
The High Wire Walker
With every catious step,
He tip-toes on,
Balanced in carnival perfection.
Agonisingly trapped in life,
Teasing the comforting peace that is death.
And with every one of his
Slow
Careful
Controlled breaths,
He choreographs his advancement,
Purposely placing each step.
With the omnious winds of fate,
Twisting and whirling,
Forcing him forward.
He hopes to find somethig,
On the hig...
Sunday 9th August 2015 10:29 am
Do you need me?
~~Do you need me?
My head is getting heavier
With every second you’re gone
Still feel your goodbye kiss
It’s printed on my lips
How can I be sure?
You haven’t left me for her
Losing sight of you
Starting to feel a little blue
You say you’re too busy
Yet for them you seem free
All I want is to know you
Tell me how you feel
They’re telling me to give up
That you don’t deserve ...
Tuesday 4th August 2015 6:22 pm
Also by The Dumb Genius:
She doesn't see | All she wanted | Ready to fight | I have found a place |CILLA
CILLA
Not the TV host with a brazen giggle
Winding up the gormless on ‘Blind Date’
Or tugging tears on ‘Surprise Surprise’
Nor the glittering star, clutching champagne
In morose interviews after Bobby’s death
Her grief bubbling up
Pressing behind aching eyes
But the fragile, stick thin girl
Trembling on stage
Warmed only by a single
And cruel spotlight
Picking out every contour
Of...
Sunday 2nd August 2015 10:19 pm
Performance (notes to my self)
Engage in preamble,
And ramble a bit until you see fit to begin.
Draw deep, close your eyes to speak.
Begin with thin withered lines,
Telling tales of times when life was worth living.
Don’t shuffle into nostalgia.
Still, throw in that line that tells how you used to be a free spirt,
Not a bogged down middle aged git
Unfit to wield a mic and talk like this,
Amo...
Sunday 2nd August 2015 7:02 pm
Also by dazzer:
Late Meetings |privilege
I still remember the meagre collection
- shirley bassey tihuana brass neil diamond's greatest hits -
and a couple of 45s
- one of which - tommy steele's confession - we never played -
but we would stack the rest
and dance until they dropped
- then dance some more
flared trousers swinging
- the green patterned pile carpet -
and my sisters osmond lp
later I asked my mother
what she ...
Saturday 1st August 2015 1:30 am
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