YOU GRANNIES
You grannies
you old wise ones,
not always saying enough
or maybe too much
with benefit of hindsight
and desperate for someone else's future.
You've seen the comings and goings
old wounds opened up
fresh ones with dawns and sunsets
and you don't always want to say
what you feel knowing
that young ones cannot kneel
yet one day when distances are blurred
...Wednesday 31st August 2016 9:25 pm
Also by ray pool:
DON'T ASK | I'M IN LOVE WITH MATT BAKER | RECYCLING IDEAS | 1977 | POEM OF THE DAY | VENTURING IN | O RIVER THAMES | INNOCENT CASUALTIES OF RELIGIOUS WAR | OUT OF THE MIST | WHICH HAND? | GRAVE MATTERS | PAIN IN THE ARSE PEOPLE | RAIN TRANCE | MAKE LOVE TO THE AIR | FAMILY SPLIT | THE BULLET'S AIMS | DO NOT BE FOOLED |Coming of age
The middle is where she stands
The place to pick a path
Where all the responsibility lands
She just has to do the math
Decide where she's going
What she will become
Theres only knowing
Where she's come from
The rest is a mystery
Written only in her story
It will all become history
Whether failure or glory
Right now she is still
Calm in the moment
Work hard she will
Wit...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 5:44 pm
Also by Wonderer:
Pessimism | Did I hear you correctly? | His fist | A non-hybrid hybrid | Anecdotes | Little brother | Lost in translation | Suffocating | Low |Divergent Paths
Though among the chosen,
Judah opted to cross floor,
Out of his way,
Heading to the path of the fallen!
In a spectacular way
Breaking loose from
The tight grip of the fallen,
Mary Magdalene braved
The ardours track of the chosen!
Heedless to a heavenly
Crown at hand,
Judah hankered
For a monetary reward,
While giving attention
To soul's worth,
Mary Magdalene
Gave a re...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 3:34 pm
THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 4
Cruel manifestations of failed relations:
Emotional and physical eviscerations.
Wednesday 31st August 2016 2:46 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 3 | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 2 | BRIAN RIX REMEMBERED | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY | THE ENGLISH WORKING POOR | POET | FIVE YEARS ON | ACCOUNT CLOSED - 18th AUGUST 1916 |Higher love
As we get higher through the night
The window to the bedroom lights the way
The sex gods and godesses apear
They take ahold of us
As we rock back and fourth into the night
Stars shinning our way through
Sexual fantasies end at a climax
Our body heat gradually gets cooler
Snores fill the air
Our bodies become a spoon
Our minds filled with love and happiness
So fa...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 9:19 am
Also by Malissa:
Risking Fantasies | Blame the trees... |Your Absence
Your absence is as painful as this drought.
I try to listen for your voice in the wind.
All it carries is my undying love for you.
A spider spins a web in an abandoned house.
And I sit here,
Devising a plan to bring you back.
Without you,
My space is empty.
Gravity is nonexistent.
I look for you,
Like a dope fiend looks for his dealer.
Without your drug,
My se...
Wednesday 31st August 2016 1:24 am
Grief eases
When grief consumes completely,
And tears cease only from exhaustion.
When life has stolen what you love,
And you droop like a flowers wilting deterioration.
Remind yourself, even though you cannot see it,
These wretched feelings are not your jail,
This will not forever be it.
You will again find laughter in life,
The beauty in the world, love and light.
Do not underestimate how hard t...
Tuesday 30th August 2016 3:56 pm
Also by Sarah Hill:
Change | Where is sleep? |Born to be Gene Wilder
Born Jerome Silberman June 11 1933
A famous son from the city of Milwaukee
Looking for a life of adventure on the stage
Gene Wilder was the name to set you free
Debuted in Bonnie and Clyde in 67
Leo Bloomed in The Producers in 68
71 Willy Wonka for words we were at a loss
Learnt about sex in 72 as Dr. Doug Ross
As Jim The Waco Kid you lit the fire
In the year o...
Tuesday 30th August 2016 1:00 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
Champagne by the Sea | Crustacean Crush | Hot August ? | Farewell |spicetooth (08/20/2016)
Bleary-eyed
I swallow teeth in a whiskey glass
locking eyes, silvery in the gloom
across the table, -- every table
of every cliche'd home adorned with Him
this plastic, fluid spectre
what blocks my view of another side
a world, I imagine, identical
in every way, if only perverse in subtle defect
noticed only up close
too close
such is the abjectivity of horror
a numb spike of excitem...
Tuesday 30th August 2016 10:17 am
Also by Zach Dafoe:
stung (08/20/2016) | Bad title (08/29/2016) | Captain Hook (Hotel dark thirty) | kiss (08/24/2016) | jaimeson's rogues (ok: 08/20/2016) | jaimeson's rogues (bad: 08/20/2016) | rust re: rain | (untitled) | (untitled) | no |routines made for me
I think I'm going down and I don't mean it as good as it sounds as in when you feel the Lightning shake as you hold your ground as in I'm feeling sick but I love my doubt can we all not judge actions and spend time laughing aloud
But I won't even remember so what's the hype really about
Tuesday 30th August 2016 3:53 am
Also by Youthfullyxx:
feminism | painting colors of you | hope in the love of a boy | the ugly and the pretty make you beautiful | midnight show | empowered | individuality is something you're born with | people are difficult | tragedy set the alarm | scars that are made for new light | a different kind of love |M A T C H S T I C K (revised)
M A T C H S T I C K
“And to his rock be bound eternal; forever gifting man all that is infernal.
Bound by chain, suffering as the eagle’s meal; freedom bought by the one who shall steal.
Unto the eagle’s beak his blood be lash; to control he who shall become our man of ash.”
___________________________
There is always blood flowing down Prometheus’ mountaintop. He who had delivered to hum...
Monday 29th August 2016 8:35 pm
The Beach
As I meander through familiar dunes
That undulate between beach and road,
The light of early sun flashes on undulating waves
In shivering salutation to May morning.
Distinctive, piercing tones of hovering herring gulls
Form a shrill counterpoint to sea’s susurration,
As waves break and retreat over silvered sandy foreshore.
Spiky marram grass sprouts haphazardly through sand ...
Monday 29th August 2016 7:51 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Friendship | Are You My Friend | Dreams In A Pale Mist | Belief | How Could I Ever Be So Blind | Summer | Days Of Sail | Dawn Haibun | Temporal Anomaly | Clouds | Sleepless |Growing Up
A colouring book becomes Facebook.
A tweet isn’t the sound from a bird.
Mobile devices hold us hostage
to high definition
when ambitions are blurred.
Light up trainers become stilettos
that shush insecurities
and tightly crush toes
,flashing in the strobe lights
of newly found adventure,
that makes us drunk on
possibilities and hope.
But dazzled by choice,
dazed by possibility,
we be...
Monday 29th August 2016 2:45 pm
The Proposal(to the tune of "Bicycle made for two)
THE PROPOSAL
Downtown Jo-burg, in a small café,
Joe's proposing, he doesn't know what to say.
He stutters and then he stammers,
his heart is beating hammers.
At last his tongue becomes undone,
He says "Please will you wed me, May?"
May's ecstatic, she's clapping her hands with joy.
She can't believe it, married to Joe Malloy!
They're hugging and then they're ki...
Monday 29th August 2016 2:37 pm
Mirror cracked
In the mirror
I held a face
that held a face's stare,
In that mirror
the face that stared
stared back at me in fear...
I knew that once
I turned away
that we would meet again
that he would watch
the back of my head and
whisper once more my name.
words and foto Tommy Carroll
Monday 29th August 2016 11:51 am
Tycho (Deviationist Astronaut And The Zany Karmic Architect)
I'm rushing below the firmament in a submarine
Pulled up by balloons
Rocket thrusters won't work in a vacuum
The torrid plasma liquid washes over the viewing screen
And the Hubble telescope cannot anywhere be seen
This periscope doesn't recognise the space handed to us it seems..
Am I floating beneath the epidermis of a prison planet scheme
I fear this is way beyond my theosophical steam
...
Monday 29th August 2016 11:39 am
Also by Suki Spangles:
The Vast Asterism Dawn | I Had To Write This Poem | Duty Of Care - Extreme Combat | In-Love Doggerel |Smile in Melancholy
Life slowly was like a mirage to her,
Gave her nothing but unrealistic hopes..
She didn’t fret,
She didn’t repent,
Nor had any guilt.
She was not a flower to wilt.
With all that pressure like a diamond under the earth,
Almost like a rebirth,
She was again built.
She was formed like a pearl in the oyster of the wild sea
She was meant to live, she was meant to be..
She was not a subject...
Monday 29th August 2016 9:42 am
Also by Sharvari:
Art of Positivity | Just Breathe | Aisle |Matters
What matters in this life changes literally from day to day, minute to minute
The bottom of a glass is peaceful
Don't judge and don't ask questions...
Walk in my shoes then tell me how to live my life..not that I would listen anyway.
I do the best I can .. nothing more nothing less....
Thank you to those who care and fuck those who don't...
Monday 29th August 2016 3:46 am
Also by Robert Williams:
Broken afraid | Help more | Help | What is in a name | To world knows nothing | Free thoughts | Free thoughts | F?#k It | Those Hands part 2 | Those Hands |Suffocation
Down, down, down.
The fire girl is burning,
The smoke was once her dreams,
The higher that she got, the more we believed.
Her screams became weapons,
Made not for you or me.
But when a flame starts to grow, we all tend to see.
Her skin dripped and dropped,
In puddles all around,
Leaving us wondering what to do now.
Fire is dangerous, was drilled in our heads,
...Monday 29th August 2016 3:40 am
Also by AmyLogan:
The Field We Now Know | Swan Song | The air that we breathe |Mea Culpa
It had been betrayal
And I knew it
As I sat on the tavern stool
Disconsolate.
In the hollow
That had been my heart
Firebrands spluttered
And several
Disconcerted presences
Were writhing
From the unaccustomed light.
Pat on cue
Sidled monsieur solliciteur
Purring of captivation
Helplessness
All of the intertwiningly enticing
Eve rousing Adam
Plea for a compassionate ac...
Monday 29th August 2016 12:14 am
Also by Harry O`N eill:
Confiteor |BOOTS
(A re-post, but I dreamt about it again)
“Why don’t you leave your boots on?”
She said, as I walked through the door,
“There’s nothing to spoil in the kitchen;
There’s nothing to spoil on the floor”.
And later on in that evening
As I kissed her softly I said,
“Why don’t you leave your boots on?
There’s nothing to spoil on the bed”
Sunday 28th August 2016 10:26 pm
Also by John Coopey:
OH DEAR WHAT CAN THE MATTER BE? | MUSTN'T GRUMBLE | "A LOT BETTER, THANKS" | A SONG OF PATRIOTIC PREJUDICE (Pt 2) |The Jaffa Cake Controversy
Utterly beyond the pale
To be denounced in any season
A complete and utter FAIL
Some driven to rage and shock
So many scarred by what they saw
But you can't turn back the clock
Of an ogre and a fool
Before he causes any more damage
Let's send him ba...
Sunday 28th August 2016 7:18 am
Also by David Lindsay:
Oxymoronic | Murder On My Mind | From Whence We Came | Red Ink | The Life of a Bull |Your toy
She spreads herself on bed taking out her best toy
She closes her eyes shut and thinks of her last time
Moments of loving care by her lover's sublime
With all the trusted soul and the orgasmic joy
She thinks of his hard cock when he enters inside
Thursting for her pleasure as he reaches the tips
Making her decompress through all the highs and dips
Exhaling all the stress as picks up the s...
Sunday 28th August 2016 12:04 am
Also by Louis Audet:
Losing weight | Seconds | What's Happening | Life as a Tree | Gestures | Surfer | Three Wishes | Be Free | Backstage | Blood Thinner | Mr Fantismo helping Jack | Dying | Truthful Emotions Securing Simple Anecdotes | Expressing yourself | Arctic's Bed | Moment in time | Hairy Pledge | Grocery Shopping | Woman in the bar | Rage | Upskirt | Night Out | Adoption | Options | The Hip | Cuckold | Left or Right | Affair | Birthday Suit | Birthday Drink | Birthday Cake | Past Sins | Down the Street | Sugar Daddy | Stranger to City | Breaching | Better Suicide | Bad Colleague | One Night Stand | Wishing star | Dreaming of ... | Watching | Mother's Day |Loss
It is oft quoted that tis better to have loved and lost, well you know the rest
What you don't hear is that the lost is going to put you to the ultimate test
Completely consuming every ounce of your heart, your sole, your world
Making it impossible to go on, move forward and regain a normal sense of self
All you want to do is disappear, hide away and stay in your bed all day
Sure yo...
Saturday 27th August 2016 5:40 am
Mind Tides
The chemical seas wash you closer
and closer again to me
Those chemical seas ride you closer
and then closer again to me, to me
O, how I’ve held a part of my collective breath
kept a little air inside for your return
part of me; poised patiently
as your waves wash through my closing fingers
O, how I’ve quietly tended a small flame for you
landing lights aglow along this heart's runway
...
Friday 26th August 2016 11:46 pm
Also by Tom:
A Little Place I Know... |"The Homeless Man"
“The Homeless Man”
There's a homeless man on 5th and Broad
That no one knows except for God
People on that street just pass him by
Still the tattered old man never ask why
Yes ever morning from ten till noon
He lives his life to a simple tune
He tunes his guitar and begins to play
Hoping that money will come his way
He knows that others could lea...
Friday 26th August 2016 6:21 pm
Also by Adam Franks:
A River Flows Through Us | The Fountain Of Youth | The Head Of The Wise | Nena The Cat | A Lost Friend |ode to amy watson
in school you were a goddess to me
i dreamt of kissing your feet
you were the first girl to make me erupt
to coax out my seed
to transform a clueless boy in to one in tune with his body
but we never spoke
in college you were fading
the albatross of popularity sagged around your love bitten neck
the skirts became shorter to ensure the eyes remained fixed
while i...
Friday 26th August 2016 4:57 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
daysleeper | the rabbit | fallout | after we realised we were nothing we became everything | sewage | the leaky tap | symbiosis visual poetry practice | haicoup | kesnakesnakesnakesna | the destruction of small ideas | cold hands in warm fog | i no longer feel like god is watching over me | insomniac | a visit to the aquarium | two dreams | pissed jeans | some things to make me forget about the fact you died |Magpies
A glass of pre-dinner wine cold and dry
stove-top bubbling and sizzling.
I glance out my open window and see
fifteen magpies on the roofline behind the garden.
No – eighteen! And more.
That's a FLOCK of these quarrelsome birds!
I watch pairs often enough strutting about
mutually aloof
pecking at patches of moss, up-turning stones.
It's been an average month - lots of ...
Friday 26th August 2016 4:43 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
Families |flight from the aerodome
I heard that only
heaven knows the lonely souls
anchored to earth in silence
while their words like
free bodies in motion
lift upward into civil air space
and flare then extinguish like floating embers
at contact with the electrified field
that guards human-breathable atmosphere..
Friday 26th August 2016 12:28 am
Also by nunya:
insidious | graduation party | meat eaters | CAGED | waters | nearness | wild | logocide |Was this visitor " Peg"O"the Well?.
Many years ago I was fishing a tiny stream known as Bezza Brook, it is situated just off Potters Lane in Samlesbury Lancashire it is a tributary of the River Ribble. It was way after midnight and I was fishing for eels that had travelled upstream from the river, The night was very still and balmy and the only light I had was an old cycle lamp, this I used to lighthe up my rod tip to detect any b...
Thursday 25th August 2016 6:50 pm
Also by George lawson:
The way we were. Part 3 | The way we were. Part 2 | The way we were. Part 1 | Clogs and Shawls |...but not so little boys...from my new collection MUMB
Shielded in a force field cacophony of Peter Griffin’s laughter and a baseline dirge
with LED’s set on level Epileptica
the giant slumbers; he does not open an eye.
Hidden amidst his landscape of tissues, Lynx and Lucozade;
this is where childhood comes to die.
There once was a hand held tightly to the shops,
there was once a cartoon hero and kite making,
then he was...
Thursday 25th August 2016 3:07 pm
Also by CathyLCrabb:
Adolencia- from my new collection MUMB | Encyclopaedophile- a nursery rhyme for the under 5's from my new collection Mumb | Kitchen Sink Philosophy - from my new collection about motherhood called 'Mumb' | Merle Gibson: Rose from the Dead |Grow Tired Dreaming
Grow Tired Dreaming
I’m so tired of listening
long gone
sad songs baby boo
Tear stain rain city
Isn’t it a pity that
sleeping my life
I reap what I sow
Grow tired dreaming
Stars in my eyes
Prise open the day
play that song again
Over and over
Over and over
Thursday 25th August 2016 12:21 pm
Shadows Tall
It's a beautiful day, the sun shines bright.
No wind does blow, not a cloud in sight.
The summer holidays are now in full flow.
4 weeks off school and still 2 more to go!
But something is missing, not quite there.
No sound of children's laughter to fill the air.
No splashing sounds of paddling pool fun.
No ice creams melting under the warm sun.
Because when I was ...
Thursday 25th August 2016 2:49 am
the wordsmith
wild words he grasps
plucked from the air
thrust in the forge
he holds them there
white with heat
as beat on beat
thought and perspiration meet
quenched with ink
and fixed in lines
they once ran wild
but now combine
to tell tall tales
at hearts they tug
they soar and sail
and hate and love
hold a mirror
light the dark
tell the truth
make thei...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 7:39 pm
My mind.
I try to revise these words in a way
that you can understand the infestation
in my minds imagination.
But, no matter what mutation
I give these words.
You'll never understand my minds configuration.
Behind my eyelids
are islands of violence.
I'm suspended in a timeless test
being tested by a ruthless examiner
that's best represented by my
depressing thou...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 3:24 am
Also by Jacob Binder:
Society. | The Feeling |Shadows
I don't remember exactly when they came
I don't know why they came or where they were before they arrived
They have been here before
They are all too familiar
They have settled in comfortably around my soul
Grey, cold, ambiguous
They bring gifts of self-loathing, fear, emptiness
They are elusive, fluid, always on the prowl
They slip thru the reason and logic of my mind
Free to wreak hav...
Wednesday 24th August 2016 2:54 am
Chambers of Death
Chambers of Death
The duel,
Makes liars and cowards of each,
Sends us brave into quarrels bold of design,
And it’s very perplexing but oh so fulfilling,
Killing the gospel, for shilling and fare,
And we’re -
Daring the speak of the masculine soldier,
Not wanting neither the truth or the falsehood,
Battling the conscience for doubt or for ego;
Scann...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 7:21 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
A Violent Snub |Nothing But Good
I love it when we sleep
all snuggled up like Babes in the Wood
a jumble of innocense
we are nothing but good.
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 1:14 pm
Also by Monica Winter:
Sorted (Haiku) |I live in castles all over from here to Germany,
I don't get what I want always.
I get what I need, somehow.
I got what I deserved.
I do not share,
I'm very greedy.
I earned this?
My kingdom as fallen like a feather,
Torn down by the evil gnomes hunating me.
I've ruined my density,
These gnomes turn into a demon at the flick...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 12:30 pm
Also by Prince:
(untitled) | (untitled) | Oh so sorry |Lonely Devil
I hear you screaming at me
Haunting my good dreams
While snuggling deep into my bad ones
If i ever had one
I dont believe in dancing with the devil cause he got two left feet
Why dance for him when he could dance for me
Play puppet with the weak minded
Manipulation of the strong wheeled
Till they roll down a hill
Offering no brakes or breaks for that deal
You w...
Tuesday 23rd August 2016 10:06 am
Also by Jay:
Walk Away | Dancing on the moon | A Queen She Is |Sons
Are we not the sons
Of the destructive
Self defeating other ones
The ones who know
Who feel
Who think
Say a lot but never speak
Are we not the silent majority
Who do
But whose feelings are left behind
Locked
Imprisoned in a room of bars
But nothing to drink
After all we are taught to wave the fist
To take the initiative
To run the race
Take the ...
Monday 22nd August 2016 11:29 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
Retail parks | Your words |You're the Captain
A smooth sea never made a skillful sailor.
Don't panic.
Stay calm, or you're headed straight for failure.
Trust yourself.
Confidence is key when you're at the helm.
Take charge.
Be sure to find peace in this realm.
Monday 22nd August 2016 10:00 pm
If this was a movie
if this was a movie,
you would chase me down the street
begging me to forgive you
we were standing in the rain
looking into each other eyes'
and my pain would be washed away by your sincere smile
if this was a movie...if only this was a movie...
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Monday 22nd August 2016 5:24 pm
Also by Ayrene:
sky at night | serene sea, lonely me | No more hope...No more faith... |Love is......
Love is beauty,
Love is kind,
Love is another, that's on your mind.
Love is contentment,
Love it will flow,
Love is another, you long to know.
Love is a sacrifice, you knew you could make,
Love is the person, that lights up your day.
Love is the one that can make you laugh,
You're both fully aware, that neither can dance,
but you know when you're cold, ...
Monday 22nd August 2016 1:49 pm
View From Monarch's Hotel
The morning is a castle mist,
a grey paint, ghost shroud.
Last night I dreamt we were lovers,
I took pen, paper, sealed green bottle,
wise and smiling, sucking the nib;
now suddenly I'm hunting down cracks,
placing my fingers inside and pulling-
(you said these fissures were only
a minor concern...slants
in the skirting, warm with the fading
central heating).
...
Sunday 21st August 2016 3:56 pm
Also by David Blake:
Victory Hill 2050 |"Mission Hall"
Walking down along Charles Street
A shallow canyon of shuttered shops
Seeking traces of the Pioneer Store
And the anonymous side door
Of Pastor Gardner's
Fig Tree Gospel Hall
.
The ‘beloved' enter through a porch
Crammed with bin bags spilling
Sweet sweat rancid jumble sale stock,
Free for all until the rag man comes.
.
The usher, a farmer
Sentries the insid...
Sunday 21st August 2016 2:46 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:
"Theo" | "Malcolm" | "Twister" | "Waiting Room" | "Sorts of Freedom" | "Wallflower" | "Pilgrimage" |Fortitude
I am graced
with all virtues from history
my archetype immortalised
amidst this scripture of mystery.
© Katypoetess 2016
Sunday 21st August 2016 1:40 pm
Also by Katy Megan:
Doubt | Awakening |Nature's Lullaby
The thrash of the ocean waves against the stony cliff,
The drumming of a hummingbird’s heart as it laps in the nectar of a gulmohar,
The howl of the summer breeze as fruit laden mango branches sway to the moonlight’s music,
The crunch of the autumn leaves beneath my feet as I walk under a canopy of golden maple leaves,
The pitter patter of rain drops against the lotus leaf as they slip...
Sunday 21st August 2016 12:34 pm
Also by Geethika:
The Journey of Life |My Telephone Week
He called me on a Monday,
Said his name was guy,
Told me of the refund
I could get for PPI
The phone rang twice on Tuesday,
The lady’s name was Dee,
She spoke of eco matters,
How my boiler would be free
On Wednesday I was worried
By an accident I’d had,
The insurance chap who phoned me,
Was convinced the wounds were bad
On Thursday my computer
...
Sunday 21st August 2016 12:19 pm
Also by Mrs Claire Baldry:
Our Digital House |1
"Yes, I'm fine" says the girl who doesn't lie,
Hides it all til later when she really wants to die.
Torn between helping others, and trying to stay alive,
Reluctance every morning
when into the day she must dive.
Sunday 21st August 2016 9:55 am
Also by Yenimls:
I Need a Distraction | Without | Disconsent |Lucky to have someone who loves you
I was lying next to you,
wanted to hug you, couldn't do.
Thinking about all our past,
wondering what future has.
You were moody, did not like,
we have to lie this close all night.
Besides your Crush slept on the bed
and I was your cock-blocking thread.
Nothing but nights of this kind,
made me realize love is blind.
Emotions dance a devil's jive,
Bitch tries to...
Saturday 20th August 2016 4:59 pm
Rusted
Saturday 20th August 2016 1:13 pm
Also by Alexandra Lorenz:
Fallen |Angelsey for sale (2016)
Angelsey for sale,
yes please!
Only wish it could cater for all work and trade
- salary to survive.
Imagine buying some land
and letting go of the world.
Wondering now, why anyone would want to sell up
and leave such an isle of serenity,
except for the jet skis.
Perhaps time is hard and business is bust,
as nuclear power gives way to
Japanese contracts to decommis...
Saturday 20th August 2016 8:47 am
It's All-around
At the dawn when they lie
I dream of flying over the sky
For till my last lingering
And for till they are awaking
I dream and I really die
For not the sphere hide in my pie
I'm the human being
At the dawn my telephone ring
A hundred died whereas a hundred sing
And, for was audience the firm King
Oh! is bloody and a bloody spring
By the evening...
Saturday 20th August 2016 2:30 am
Also by Kabir Ahmed:
Dried Inks |Holidays to Wales II
Friday 19th August 2016 9:58 pm
Also by Andy N:
Prologue (Europa II) |Relativity
Relativity
Sometimes when we’re together
I don’t feel like a family of one
One of us utters a reflective phrase and the other
Picks up pitch and tune and rhythm
To meet somewhere in a chord with memory
And philosophical empathy
Themes in our rotation lead to rendezvous’ of Soul
Sometimes in the house of Riley
Other times in houses without walls:
Houses not made b...
Friday 19th August 2016 1:56 pm
Also by J. Otis Powell‽ (with interrobang):
Talking About You | While Dew is on Roses | Duck Back Solo | I Know My Place | Getting Out Alive |Nothing's Left but it's Alright
Have a voice
Give an opinion
Express yourself
Lay yourself bare
I'll tell you a story of a boy
His family are farmers - conservatives
At the bottom of the lane, the pub used to burn a cross on bonfire night. It held the letters KWW - Keep Waterside White
His Grandma is agoraphobic, xenophobic and racist who told him in no uncertain terms not to marry a black girl
Bef...
Friday 19th August 2016 12:41 pm
Also by Matt:
Seeing Stars | The butchers decision | The Way of The Cheesemonger | The step |Random
Words get crowded
Something is up and gonna be written!
Choose me, write me
Topics jump and shriek hello.
"One after another...what's the rush?"
Bring the canvas and color them all
The portrait should tell all without a noise!
Look and pierce through
Eyes sing melodies.
Hallucination or confusion or just halt
Mind says "I am infinity and not to be judged. Who are you?"
Fill up the blank...
Friday 19th August 2016 9:05 am
Childhood
While we help the country of others,
We forgot our own sisters and Brothers.
Some turn to thugs,
While others turn to drugs.
On the corner is a woman,
With no other option or plan.
Working to feed her kids,
Sold to anyone who bids.
Everyday a young child travels with death,
15 year old overdose on meth,
17 year old shot dead,
8 year old abused in own bed.
This ...
Friday 19th August 2016 1:48 am
World's end
Suffocating under the rhythm of your heart beat
Like drowning beneath a sea of thumping marbles.
You are the ball pit, the sand pit, without end – falling!
But who can ever stand when they are - head – over – heels – for someone –
Yes!
And you pulled me in like a rip tide, a whirl wind, a sinking pool,
Wrapped me up like pig in blanket with your tangled hair
And the salt of it...
Wednesday 17th August 2016 9:21 pm
Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:
Nettles |Breathing Mantra 1
In
Express yourself unambiguously
Hold
Be discerning about what you accept as truth
Out
Your actions reap more than your desires
Wednesday 17th August 2016 5:44 pm
STRINGS
I long for a time,
when i will be free.
When one would have,
no strings on me.
A place far away
from the busy throngs,
In a land beyond time
amidst lilting songs.
A time when i can
pursue my dreams.
And give in to my desires,
let them flow as streams.
A place where the world,
will let me be.
And there will be,
no strings on me...
Tuesday 16th August 2016 5:12 am
Peterloo - Two Hundred Years On
Peterloo - Two Hundred Years On
Almost two centuries ago
and the struggle hasn’t ended
the battle of St Peter’s Field
not the peaceful one intended
A right to vote, a right to liberty
freedom from oppression
freedom from poverty
Come and join us said Hunt the orator
but seen as the trouble cause, the instigator
Over sixty thousand strong
gathered in their throngs
and why wouldn...
Monday 15th August 2016 8:09 pm
Rat Race
I wake up
My body heavier than the day before
Reminiscing of the times when my life promised so much more
Caffeine fills my veins
Fueling my days
No longer an individual with freedom of choice
Adulthood and responsibilty quashing my voice
Ambitions slowly fading away
As the rat race continues another day.
Monday 15th August 2016 9:27 am
Also by Ryan Alexander Monteith:
Lone Figure |Four seven sixteen
Dark woods under an evening of a perfect golden sky full of stars
Wind in our faces,unspoken words,and a few exchanged glances
Everything feeling so pure and beautiful with each drizzle
Yet closer than ever
........And then,I missed you even though you were right beside me
An aura of magnificent & heavenly
instance
Like Time standing still
in that moment and I swear
Our souls sparked and...
Monday 15th August 2016 5:15 am
Pet rats and prison tats (or how I became to begrudgingly write poetry)
A world above the ground with numb feet and I want to remember how to write a haiku
I hate poetry but I'd find words to trade with you
Each tasty word feels stale on paper. Awkward. Embarrassed.
And always I come back to pet rats and prison tats
Sunday 14th August 2016 5:04 pm
Also by Yvette Pauley:
Haikus for India: Part 1 | (untitled) |She Devil
When it's so wrong
You want it more.
Erotic love torn apart
under powerful magical spell.
When it's so wrong
You want it more.
Taking stock of life
friends start to return.
When it's so wrong
You want it more.
Trying to control temptation
emotional memories take hold.
When it's so wrong
You want it more.
The She Devil sti...
Sunday 14th August 2016 3:57 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Black Knight does not Hold Back |My God
The scent of the thoughts about you
Has merged in my heart, mind and soul.
My life is entwined around you,
Like an ivy clinging to a tree
Hanging around and gaining strength
You are my love, my reverence,
I keep your scent with me in rain and sunshine,
In stormy sorrowful night,
Always with unfathomable trust.
No more I long for anything worldly or Devine,
As true lov...
Sunday 14th August 2016 2:10 am
Also by Mrs Sharma:
My Krishna | The World on the Verge of Destruction | White man with a Black Heart | Raise your Voice to Support | He comes to Meet me at Dawn |A Broken Heart!
My heart has broken , So Broken from trust a person who I was in love betrayed my love
Alone in the darkness rattled the tears, inside this chamber of unwanted fears
Once so humble I'm no longer awake ,yet inside the grass surrounded by snakes
You told me one thing and now I see clear, I observed in my situation unable to hear
Yet I want another more then I can seem to think, So hard t...
Saturday 13th August 2016 8:17 pm
Also by Albert:
Wanting another. | A sister gone. | Unliked. | The fallen angel | The lover's dream | The wall. |A Message to the New Government
The nation needs renewables now!
The nation needs renewables now!
As Once-great Britain takes a bow
and we leave the stage of the European Union,
the quintessential issue's the quandary how
we accommodate the suck of an economy consuming
two thousand million megawatt hours
of climate wrecking energy by the year
when there's finite reserves of fossil fuel power.
I spurn the allegation ...
Thursday 11th August 2016 1:07 pm
Me & August
ME: The weather's shit in August,
In August the weather's shit.
AUGUST: That's very true,
But nothing new.
Get over it.
Thursday 11th August 2016 11:51 am
The rare steak
A jacket he said- as I’m digging through my drawer,
Settle on a suit top as tonight’s armor,
“Tonight’s about great minds and important individuals”,
It’s the typical visual that’s pushed me to be so cynical,
Age, tone, and gender- It’s all predictable
I pray at that age my posse isn’t so hypocritical- but formidable.
Chuckles and laughs as my façade is perfected,
How can we ...
Wednesday 10th August 2016 8:48 pm
Also by E.A. Kane:
No mas whine |heart
lover where do you live
how long til I can caress your soul
spoil you with timeless admiration
honor your individuality as you honor mine
til we will slaughter each others darkness
how long til our worlds meet
and explode into forever
oh lover
where do you live
Tuesday 9th August 2016 9:30 pm
Also by mindful.duo:
thoughts |This City
This city
I think I could grow to love this place
With all its colours and all its grey walls
I could grow in this place
Grow beyond any confinement of dusty halls.
I like the way the smoke from my mouth
Rises above my head into the sky
And I look to this circle of friends
And one by one my fears seem to die
I could grow beyond myself
So much to live ou...
Tuesday 9th August 2016 12:47 pm
Beauty's Bounty
Following July's discussion of beauty, here are a few of the advantages beautiful people enjoy:
http://www.businessinsider.com/studies-show-the-advantages-of-being-beautiful-2013-6?IR=T
Tuesday 9th August 2016 8:26 am
Also by Stockport WoL:
August 2016 Collage Poem: 'But a Dream' | August Theme |Little Bird
Little bird,
Little bird, little bird
the one with the broken wing.
Little bird, little bird,
come over here - i'll help you.
Fix you up, help you chirp and maybe one day to sing.
Little bird, little bird
Don't be afraid
Little bird, Little bird
I'll come to your aid.
Little bird
when you're feeling strong,
spread out your beautiful feathered...
Monday 8th August 2016 11:01 pm
Also by Emily Claire Phipps:
The village idiot | Splash Skies | Another penny another pound | Midnight | Death | A new race | Norm | Silence on a hard mattress | Slide Down | Shadows | The Crawl | Confessions | Stirrer | Showtime | Three is a crowd | Behind closed doors | Body Parts | Print |The Caveman
We had an argument
not a big all guns blazin’ my mother was right about you argument
just a silly one
that made me regress
retreat to my cave
where I consulted with the great oracle YouTube
he slid over his recommendations
topping the bill
John Lennon and Yoko Ono on love | Blank On Blank | PBS Digital Studios
John’s opening statement, when asked ‘’couples always seem to be not gettin...
Monday 8th August 2016 9:55 pm
Let Me Sit Beneath An Old Lamp
Let Me Sit Beneath An Old Lamp
Let me sit beneath an old lamp
With its shade tilted at an angle
Tracing my finger along rough paper
Glowing in a yellow light
Lost in worlds of other’s making
Drawn from the ebb and flow of words
Upon a dim-lit page
As evening draws in
Closing around my imagination
Unthreatening, comforting,
Time passing unnaturally
Against t...
Monday 8th August 2016 9:17 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Honourable |Forgotten
Its so easy to feel ugly
Yet so hard to feel beautiful
Its so easy to feel worthless
But so hard to feel like you mean something
Its so easy to be forgotton
Yet so hard to be missed
Its so easy to be replaced
But so hard to be found
Its so easy to love
But so hard to be loved
I feel like i love for nothing but only for hope
Hope that i will be loved back the sa...
Monday 8th August 2016 6:24 pm
Also by E.M.S:
Be True To You | I Am |Looking out my front window
Looking out my front window
Where the kids were playing
The day was fine
The sun shining and clouds so blue
Not a care in the world
Clouds coming in from the west
Roaring of thunder cooling tempature
Little rain drops falling on their little noses.....
They persist with no regard of getting wet
It's getting dark now mom is calling them home
The day is almost done
With no thoughts of w...
Monday 8th August 2016 9:08 am
Also by A.august:
Tease of Love |What is Happiness
An expensive car is not your happiness
An expensive dress is not your prettiness
An expensive phone can be a trifle
A cruel word can be a rifle
Only fools can think another way
Every word a clever man will weigh
You are happy and rich
When you live together with a friend
And the life with him has no end
When your children are so healthy
And your family is wealthy
...
Monday 8th August 2016 8:48 am
A Daydream on a Deckchair
A daydream on a deckchair
Into a world unknown.
Nothing I remember,
Nothing I know
But a warm zone,
A place to come home.
A whirlwind, a vortex,
A time without a care.
Soft lights and sweetness
Relaxing in a chair,
A daydream on a deckchair.
Monday 8th August 2016 3:17 am
Also by Steve Higgins:
The One Who Loves You |Black Lives ✊
They Say The Blacker The Berry The Sweeter The Juice
But Where I Come From They Killing Us Because Of Our Roots
They Hate Us Because Our Melanin Is Poppin
So Each && Everyday Black Bodies Is Droppin
Bullets Ringing , Bloody Streets , Camera Flashes , A Million Eyes
But No One To Blame When A Black Man Died
Pointed Fingers , Teary Eyes && A Ear Filled With Lies
Excuses Of...
Sunday 7th August 2016 10:34 pm
The Journey of the Monarch Butterfly
What amazement to my eyes, Oh wonderful butterfly!
Your beauty, revealed upon creation. Almighty God, what a revelation!
Gliding and Swaying, with the wind you are dancing.
Your beauty, I was bewitched. Oh Lord, thank you for the gift.
Lovely butterfly, you and me are alike. We were bestowed with charm
That no one can defy! Dear God, You had blessed.
Oh dear butterfly, you a...
Sunday 7th August 2016 4:20 pm
She Smiles
She smiles,
With that wistful look,
Her eyes alive, and bright,
And glazed.
She takes my hand,
Gently,
With purpose and,
Continues to smile.
She looks away,
But keeps my hand,
Caressing,
Me, silently accepting.
She nuzzles,
Into my shoulder,
The way she does,
I kiss her cheek.
She rests her head,
Upon that shoulder,
I take c...
Sunday 7th August 2016 11:27 am
SIDOLO
SIDOLO
Spent shell casings everywhere
gleaming in the July sun
bodies of three martyrs lie
victims of a German gun
Italy is crying now
see how fast the tears run.
Three priests in nineteen forty four
slaughtered by the devil’s hand
innocent of all misdeeds
outrage sweeps throughout the land
...Sunday 7th August 2016 10:50 am
A day to achieve
I wake up to blue skies and a bright sun
My alarm rings, now my day has begun
I turn on the hot shower, the bathroom begins to steam
When I'm done I dry and put on my best dress
I have an important meeting today so I need to impress
After the usual traffic jam I finally arrive at work
I'm greeted with smiles from familiar faces
I come face to face with my boss as my heartbeat races
Good m...
Sunday 7th August 2016 12:21 am
fellow travellers
They sit side by side
With their hand held devices
Patiently reading
Of virtues and vices
Exploring the world with
A questioning finger
Philosophy, politics,
Long will they linger
They speak to each other
And share their conclusions
Discounting the myths and
Dispelling confusions
Comparing statistics
Or searching for clues
Assessing investments
Or readi...
Saturday 6th August 2016 7:21 am
Also by Freda Davis:
fellow travellers |Tonight
I've never seen this look in your eye,
It's over, finally, it's over
And we hold that truth deep inside
So tonight,
Hold me tighter than you ever have,
Kiss me sweeter and love me harder.
And we will cry,
But it's ok.
We're not broken,
And even if we are,
From tomorrow on, I'll carry every piece of us With me in my soul.
So give me one last memory,
Tonight.
Friday 5th August 2016 6:31 pm
Also by isaac wright:
Please Don't Grow Up | Too busy to live | How it ends | My Misses has a Mistress |Feel d silence
It has d magic to own you ,
has d magic to draw, create, spoil, frame, embrace u
It is d most magical powerful essence of all d others
It is greater than d infinity and beyond d infinity it will take u to d almighty to enjoy d peace of paradise and it can also take u to d Devils demons of d tragedy, dissatisfaction, dangers of d hell
It has d sweetness of a rose a...
Friday 5th August 2016 5:47 am
WHERE IM FROM
Im from magazine models on 90210 to breaking hearts to being heartbroken
Im from scene hair, dark rooms and dark make up, to being called emo with no soul.
From watching the stars to the ones on my walls like little planets going round and round
Im from emotional scars to the real ones on your skin, being raised by wolves with Ronnie Radke to Andy Biersack and Kellin Quinn.
Im from sne...
Friday 5th August 2016 4:58 am
Also by Lindsey Wilson:
Just A Girl |THEY DID IT ALWAYS (re-issue)
Celibate Priests, Fundamentalist Imams,
eagerly preach their delusive plans
Protestant Vicars and Methodist lays,
give it out in gentler ways,
to simple folk in hallowed halls
with pointy tops, round minarets,
brass artefacts, smooth marble steps.
The use of loud hailers and noisy bells
call the faithful to worship and god to please
devotions observed on bended knees,
Venerab...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 11:56 am
Hopeless Heart
To the lover not yet known,
To the feelings not yet shown,
Of the heart kept in waiting,
Of the dreams slowly fading,
It is the romance yet to be,
That takes a hold of me,
Quite unfortunately so,
As spirits remain low,
For reality slaps my face,
With the hopelessness of my case,
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 10:01 am
The Fool's Defence
The Fool’s Defence
by Robert C. Mackie
I don’t mind your accusations, when you say I’m wrong,
Question my intelligence, and mark me out for fun,
But at the very least, have the decency to explain,
Why I’m a fool and you have sussed out rhyme and reason’s chain.
We’ve known each other donkey’s years, were always at the games,
I gladly took a battering when you called on me by name.
Bu...
Wednesday 3rd August 2016 4:55 am
Also by Robert Mackie:
There Was a Red Leader Called Corbyn | All Hail Bold Etonian Boris | There was a Young Man from Kyoto | Bardic Lampoon for the Nuclear Age | The Unicorn to the Lion / The Lion to the Unicorn |Butterfly Beauty
The silver-spotted skipper, that rarest butterfly,
Emerges from its cocoon in mid-July…to flutter… fly
Through the grasses deep upon the downland Heath.
Sheep’s-fescue thrives on chalk-filled soil, black and white, beneath.
Such beauty is short-lived… finite… discrete,
For the graceful butterfly (part of nature’s evolved elite)
Will soon bid adieu - a seemingly hurried goodb...
Tuesday 2nd August 2016 2:09 pm
Special Day
Special Day
Charity Kosta
Is there something wrong with me?
Am I being selfish and conceited
When all I can see is myself being defeated,
In a stupid competition of who is loved more?
When on my special day, getting notice was a chore,
Where all I got from loved ones was a happy birthday.
Yet, here comes my sister, and she is given a display
From everyone expressing thei...
Tuesday 2nd August 2016 4:08 am
haiku
clearer stars tonight,
but dreams are essential too:
by morning, a song.
Monday 1st August 2016 8:55 pm
Generation
The flower head is set to burst wide open.
Dormant in this tired space,
Matured and rooted by the year,
It sways in gentle rhythm with this slowing autumn time.
Bulging now with future life, it stands
As testament to nature’s cycle.
Soon its seeds will spread afar,
Exploding silent and unseen, like time and time before.
And from the casting of those flyspeck seeds
...
Monday 1st August 2016 7:46 pm
Also by krvs:
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