A Sunflower In A Winter's Field
...and under a starry, starry night
As passion became his pain
The artistry of a creative life
Extinguished like a flame
Infinite strokes of colourful hue
Brushed out to a pallette of gray
A sunflower in a winter's field
Amidst the cold decay
Starlight swirled & flowers bloomed
Pigments, of intimate blend
Blew away upon a fragile wind
No colours. N...
Thursday 30th September 2021 11:00 pm
Also by Stephen W Atkinson:
Compromise | Moonlight Sonata | Something From Hell! | One's Crap & PisStory | Prelude to a working day | A Single Tear | Your Protector | A Beautiful, Dreamy Poetry Day, MASSACRE! |PLAy. Liszt ( in order of PLaaaaay) !
Thursday 30th September 2021 10:38 pm
Also by Edbreathe:
sTOrm | gUArd- Aeons | The table | riV eR of ObLiviiion | Re flex shun | Chinewrde | sPIT fiRe |I've Seen Miracles
I’ve seen miracles happen before my eyes,
witnessed empty souls become human again.
More than human, I’ve seen them struggle
and fight against an invisible,
yet all-consuming, foe. One who is
dark, deceptive, relentless and cruel.
I’ve watched them grow with a determination,
grace and humility unknown to the masses.
They have found new depths of consciousness
and un...
Thursday 30th September 2021 10:37 pm
Bad Poetry
Bad Poetry
My name is Caleb Gorey
The narrative is
My brain is a literary Rubik’s Cube and not even I can solve it
The network of my nerves are syntactic
And my blood vessels are but a poem
Clotted with cells of writer’s block
Because my heart is deprived of the right words to gift my mouth
And my liver faults again and its screaming
“You can’t have it!”
I...
Thursday 30th September 2021 5:56 pm
Also by Caleb Gorey:
Endplace | Red Granite | Schoolyard Vandal | A Dim Afterparty | Respect Women, He Said | Make Mama Cry | Agadonon's Stead | Hazel Valley Fever | Philodendron |JUSTICE AND THE LAW - A DIVERGENCE?
NOTE: Thr following was written prior to the report that Sarah Everard's murderer received a whole-life
term. My idea of proper retribution/justice...IF it stands.
Some thoughts on a social aberration that continues to haunt society.
Every generation faces the same old conumdrum: how to control the human predators that seek to prey
upon the innocent and vulnerable. Today, we like to...
Thursday 30th September 2021 4:25 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
RAGE | LAST POST - a re-post! | SICK | IN THE WIND | "A" PLUS AND "A" MINUS | MAUDLIN DAWDLING |The Sun
Thursday 30th September 2021 12:21 pm
Also by d.knape:
Wait Time | UGLY | Small Things | Cumbre Vieja | This Is Not Who We Are | Deer In The Headlights | Leaving Home | Brevity | Sittin' & Watchin' | Trails | Cat & Mouse | Hat In Hand | Itch | Possession Of Poetry | Morning | Moments & Moons | Basset Hounds | His & Hers | Before Our Very Eyes | A Chair | Our Agents Are Currently Busy | Exercise | Dementia | Moonlight | Parker | September | E.R. |I live like this
as a kid I always pretended
to escape any situation
attacks from monsters
sudden impacts, super-villianesses
now that I’m grown I’ve never known
clean escapes without consequences
dragging my body through a zone
lit by memories and burning questions
situations, complications
degrees of humiiation
strength of weapons, nerve damage
he...
Wednesday 29th September 2021 8:15 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
onset of depression in 21st century adolescents | Another Multiverse | Well Done | The Partial Object | Minutiae | Forever Chemicals | Promotion | “Stubborn” in eleven languages (by order of need) |The Hard Moment
The Hard Moment
Woe to the heart that finds herself here. Woe to her.
Woe to her breath that has been yanked from her chest
Woe to the scraping agony of fear.
Woe to her who falls prostrate on the floor.
Her heart beats slow black as a crow
And she scratches to find the door
Woe to her who looks up to seek hope.
She drenches her skirt with tears and dirt
...Wednesday 29th September 2021 7:55 pm
Golf Game
This was his plan: imitating their dance,
Massaging their myths, storming, by surprise,
Their sand trap of conspiracies and lies;
To step on, by default, the greatest stage
Which life or spite could plausibly advance.
Lost in their bazaar, his slight repertoire
Propelled him to a failure by slow rage,
Though in the end he rallied to make par
And saved what could be traded a...
Wednesday 29th September 2021 5:40 pm
Also by Stephen Gospage:
Elvis Presley Boulevard 1994 | Cry | Exam Question | Less obvious | Johnny Bang-Bang | Beethoven | The Peppers | Old Writer |The Library of Silence
The Library of Silence
I lived in a silent library full of no books
it was a hollow echo chamber of nothingness
The shelves were bare and covered with dust
few visitors bothered to enter as there was no reason
Learning was basic as it depended on spoken words
only one's memory was able to retain and store
Conversation and dialogue were certainly not encouraged
oft...
Wednesday 29th September 2021 5:19 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
An Autumnal Stepping Stone | Overwhelmed | An Open Prison |Why
There are some people living among us,
Most of the time they’re rich with higher ranks
And looking down to everybody as
They think themselves superior to all.
When seeing that they have all they would need
And even more while others strive to live
Is giving them a pleasure they enjoy
And make them feel accomplished their lives.
So many times they’re doing harm aro...
Wednesday 29th September 2021 5:15 pm
If They're Good So Are You
28.09.21
It gets better,
a friend once said
You’re not a bad person
Shouldn’t wish you were dead
Everyone is their own worst critic,
He said to me
And when he needs an ear,
I listen intently
We swap stories,
One back and one forth
Lighten the load,
Keep each other on course
When friends are down
I feel it too
When people are sa...
Wednesday 29th September 2021 1:47 pm
Also by Lauren O'Donoghue:
The Boy Who Never Wanted To Grow Up |'Sir Roger'
'Knighted' by the Kop, no need of sword.
My boyhood hero, with every goal scored.
On my red jersey, I wore the number 8.
A record maker, a legend, an all time great.
He helped achieve Bill Shankly's dream.
Part of Ramsey's World Cup winning team.
On and off the pitch, a well deserved 'Sir'
Struck a thunderous shot through the air.
One of the greatest players we'll ever see.
Still m...
Wednesday 29th September 2021 11:15 am
Also by Mike Bartram:
The Sunlit Yard |Verdict
A halo of Furies,
diligent as fruit flies,
to adorn a head full
of doubts and regrets,
as judge, jury, and
executioner all decide
your fate in a mêlée,
the verdict to be
delivered in the middle
of a Sphinx-like riddle.
Wednesday 29th September 2021 1:29 am
Also by Holden Moncrieff:
Wondering... | Phototropism | Sunset | Wishing Well | Conclave | Phonograph | Reprised | Timelines | Cityscape |Orpheus And Eurydice
Into gloom, and uncertain footing,
place of dead-ends and torturous descent;
into this airless, soulless surrounding
goes one to meet his love, and sing again.
These dim-lit cold-grey rocks always lead down
but this hopeful wills his lover ascend,
or rather the lover spurs him upward
for man and muse each so comprehend.
(You should know that when the lovers emerge
into the blindi...
Tuesday 28th September 2021 7:50 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Playing On The Seashore | In A Cathedral! | This Borrowed Time | come over the stream | The Grandmaster Comments | Apocalypse Now | The First Word Is The Deepest |Final Solution
“Today, I think that if for no other reason than that an Auschwitz existed, no one in our age should speak of Providence.” Primo Levi, Shoah
The Unwritten predominates,
The times of wonder gone,
We hold on - the wise women drugged,
Whipped, into submission.
Forensic psychology reveals traces
Of long-forgotten haunted faces;
Which, much like Munch's lurid, silent scream...
Tuesday 28th September 2021 3:36 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Linger | Wie prophetisch - Rainer Maria Rilke by John E Marks | Everywhere I turn | September | FIRST LIGHT | Sheer lunacy | Burnham Beeches, with Anna 1985 | A turn up for the book | Emptiness | WINTER IS COMING | The bridge of sighs | The smell of tar | PARALYTIC | Warmer than blood | The price of coal | A rose garden, at altitude, under occupation | SUBMISSION |Hồ Tây Hà Nội (West Lake, Hanoi)
Tuesday 28th September 2021 3:11 pm
Also by S Sampson:
Something Spectacular | Oculus | Containment Veterans | Tropical rain vs drizzle | Rainy Season in Hà Nội | Restoration |Holy Terror
Folding out your wings
and fastening them to the breeze
you stand firm upon the window sill
Instinctively, you turn from me
I feel the coolness of the air
and know that soon you’ll be
nothing but a poem
on some damp page I’ll tuck away
my eyes finally wiped dry
What is that holy terror
beating at the heart of you?
You said you long to bind your essence
to the history of the world
b...
Tuesday 28th September 2021 2:07 pm
ABUSERS - THE UNDEAD
We might whisper their names then pass them by
as in a graveyard;
the bite of fate is much too strong
and so often their victims return
to repeat the original crime.
appearing plausible in every respect
yet inhabiting the soil that yields up
unclean intentions mostly hidden
from those as yet untainted.
Step warily, for someone trusted may softly visit
on t...
Tuesday 28th September 2021 11:30 am
Also by ray pool:
RIPE FOR SPORT | FOR JIMMY | MEN IN SHIRTS |Admitted?
Admitted?
There they go again at it like there’s no tomorrow
Maybe they know something we don’t
Listen to her shriek and scream while they fuck
And I hear their bed collapse as he jumps from the wardrobe
The crack of a bullwhip is there connecting to naked flesh
I pity but envy what they’re doing pleasure with pain
They’re both sharing a journey together while I’m alone
...Tuesday 28th September 2021 3:31 am
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:
The Big Boss | Different Days | Curry Crisps | Little Globe | war weapons haiku | Utterly Forgotten | Made In China |Transformation
I have been to hell
and back
I've seen the Devil
in human form
I've shut my eyes and mind
to horrors stained
upon my skin
But I keep them
in a pocket
Heavy as they may be
A warrior shall rise
Strip them from my grip
Hold them high for the
World to see
Let them know the truth
in light
That warrior shall be me
Tuesday 28th September 2021 2:14 am
TEN WHEELS ON MY WAGON
Ten wheels on my wagon but it’s not rolling along
It’s full of fuel but life’s so cruel
This delivery was for BP
They’re not singing a happy song.
Ten wheels on my wagon; it’s parked up back at the plant
Well, what a surprise now prices rise
Of gasoline, as you’ve all seen
You’re not singing a happy song.
Ten wheels on my wagon but it’s not rolling along
You si...
Monday 27th September 2021 9:34 pm
Also by John Coopey:
THE LITTLE MASTER | ALEXA | THE MUSICAL MUSCLE MAN | REFUGEES | STRESS | GARDEN OF LOVE (YOUR MOTHER'S SYCAMORE TREE) | THE LORD'S PRAYER |Evening Routine
As I look around my comfortable prison,
I see my reflection in Sony’s single glass eye.
It’s dark and lifeless as he rests,
Waiting for his ward to point,
To burst into a technicolour song and dance
For the blank eyed audiences gormless pleasure.
I tense at the approaching vibrations,
The feline padding of tiny furred feet.
Rubbing against my legs, the vindictive threat
And intentions t...
Monday 27th September 2021 9:07 pm
Also by Stuart Bright:
Stuck | Wind | Paper | Time |Light
Treading in the deep
Fighting the build up of lactic in your muscles
Pruned finger’s effortlessly moving thru the water
At this point
Every emotion's presenting itself
Downward like an avalanche
A rolling film of memories rushes over your cornea like a flip book
Light becoming dimmed
Plunging into darkness
Ones body succumbs to the singular thing that keeps us...
Monday 27th September 2021 8:49 pm
Also by Cody Roach:
The game of chess | Animals | Serendipity | Sun Burn | Let us fly | From the dust |Am I losing it
Am I losing it?
searches are scarier lately,
Trying to find a way out.
I couldn't had been more petty,
Been listening to the sound of crickets,
All I could remember are rickets in my life.
But what history has ever changed?
I feel like I have been here before,
Subtle signs at a young age,
Just the same page with a different number.
Can't tell the storyline perfec...
Monday 27th September 2021 6:03 pm
Also by JustKelvinMasilela:
sleep doesn't matter | religion | am I lazy | phase don't last | hidden scars, unhealed wounds |The Ritz, Surbiton
I queued round the block to watch
The Young Ones, Summer Holiday,
getting in halfway through
or just before the end,
and sitting tight to watch
the whole film round again.
Then the programming changed.
The movies became X-rated,
and I was barred, reduced
to gazing longingly if sometimes puzzled
at the posters from my bus
on the way home from school.
Th...
Monday 27th September 2021 1:32 pm
Also by Greg Freeman:
The age of wakefulness | The sands of time | London September 2021 | Shade | Sunrise |21. Poem
The soft wispy clouds
Like white butter in air
Smoothly spread across
The flair, The flair
Black angels that glide
In a supersonic vibe
All marching together
In a flight, In a flight
Trees by the beach
They glide, they glide
To and from their motion
Rustling leaves too slow
Gentle wind that blows
Like softest Feathers o'er
Falling gently as ...
Monday 27th September 2021 1:31 pm
Also by Sunshine:
19. Poem | 20. POEM | 18. Poem | 17. POEM | 16. Poem | 14. Poem | 14. POEM | 13. Poem | Thawing | 12. Poem | 11. Poem | 10. Poem | 9. Poem | 8. Poem | 7. Poem | 6. Poem | poem 5 | poem 5 |Face to Face
from a broken past its pining
a voice never far from whining
for her there's no silver lining
still has long lists of her goodbyes
kept a record of all their lies
hot tears bubble in her red eyes
a rip in an embroidered sheet
dust under other peoples' feet
why couldn't life be safe and neat?
if only she'd learned better tricks
how to absorb life's bitte...
Monday 27th September 2021 12:48 pm
Also by simon lucan:
Seaboard | Rump Steak | Minimalism | Eighty | Typos | Room For One More | Bleached Bland | Wanda | Layers | Blue Sheets |But for words
But for words I wouldn’t be here now
But my pencil is blunt and broken
And the words I would have spoken
Have all fallen
Blown away on that first nervous gust
Of inward breath
Hiding and crying the verbs and adjectives
I had once proudly used
Now I stand naked and bereft
Of all that I have practiced and rehearsed
It seems that all that I had won
Is so ready to ...
Monday 27th September 2021 11:18 am
A collage of a few poems
Collage of a few poems
Poem 1#
Dazzling night, our eyes sprinkled with the glowing freckles of the sky, our eyes are simply recipients of the floating lamps in the sky, sole survivors of the nightly lamp genocide
Poem 2#
Running rivers
Must Return to mother, the sun beats it’s back, forcing the river to run, haunted tales of brethren being abducted by the rays, to be cleansed...
Sunday 26th September 2021 10:00 pm
Sabina Nessa R.I.P. Our gender violence epidemic is a disgrace !!
Five minutes from home Sabina Nessa walking in the dark,
Was savagely murdered by a complete stranger in a park.
Hidden under a pile of leaves discovered by a dog walker,
Indiscriminately attacked by an unknown male stalker.
Women and girls deserve to feel safe at all times,
But are being subjected to an intensity of crimes.
Male violence is killing women and restricting ...
Sunday 26th September 2021 5:39 pm
Also by hugh:
Plastic surgery !! | Diarrhoea | Domestic abuse !! | Hair despair !! | 7000 steps a day could cut your risk of dying by 70 percent | Emma Raducanu , a fairy tale | The funding to create more G.P.'s and nurses is not enough !! | Ban assisted dying and keep us all alive |Flag
Where red and yellow are
I'm there too
I carry them with me and in myself.
Stones from all countries
they are not worth as much as one Macedonian grain of sand.
Whenever you need it
following my flag
you will find my root.
Sunday 26th September 2021 11:44 am
Also by Sanja Atanasovska:
Tango on uneven ground | in the glass garden | I drank your wine |How To Choose A Good Plumber
How To Choose A Good Plumber
How can you choose a good plumber
And trust that he’s up to the task
When his ratings are five star.. and glowing
But he can’t screw the lid on his flask
So you’ve checked his reviews on his website
And you see that the guy’s “level headed”
But you notice the flask.. in the top of his bag
And you see that the cup’s on cross-threaded
Sunday 26th September 2021 9:47 am
Also by kJ Walker:
Fred's Little Problem |Jane's
You know what?
Jane’s Fashions hasn’t been a clothes shop for years,
But everyone ‘round here still calls it Jane’s
See,
Jane’s shop had a wall that was just right,
We’d sit there most nights
‘cause
Jane never turned off her lights.
We were here when the giant hailstones came,
Jane looked on.
Now Jane’s long since gone
But the ...
Sunday 26th September 2021 2:01 am
Also by dazzer:
Captains |Evening Thoughts
It brings me comfort knowing we're sleeping under the same sky,
Gazing at the same moon,
Wishing upon the same stars.
It makes me feel closer to you.
Saturday 25th September 2021 6:49 pm
Also by Cara Redding:
Content | Roadside Wildflowers |Why me?
Why me?
Is the question of everyone around me.
Cursing the misfortune,
forgetting the blessings & hope.
It might be dark & cold today,
But there will be sunshine another day.
Just keep walking,
cherishing the flowers on the path & birds singing.
Smiling and nodding off
"Why me, why always me"?
because it is not just about me.
All poems are copyright of the originating au...
Saturday 25th September 2021 6:21 pm
My Ocean Dream
My Ocean Dream
Sometimes when life is rough
We cast our mind to a special place
A dream
Where things feel a little more wholesome— with a little less edge
—and things are a little less tough
And this is where I go
Where the sand meets the sea
Where rugged rich formations— are cushioned by giant and lush tropical trees
The sky is blue— the sun smiles
An...
Friday 24th September 2021 10:44 pm
Also by Rasa Kabaila:
My Sea Change | Dear Human from ‘The Cat’ | I choose now |Not A Summer’s Day
A summer’s day ‘tis certain you are not.
Thy beauty is more stormy than serene,
and nothing calls my blood to run so hot
as when you fix those flashing eyes of green
upon mine own. And thus you pierce my heart,
to stir it in the tempest of thy gaze.
Not just a whim, no simple Cupid’s dart,
but certitude remaining all my days.
So nature’s course is changed by fickl...
Friday 24th September 2021 1:32 pm
PASTEL SKY!
Spread across the mystic moonlight,
Once there was a flow,
Flushed with lush green fields,
Made my mind to blow.
And on the flow, there was a bridge,
Signature bridge is so called,
And the blowing breeze on my face,
Was inspiring me for my breath to hold.
Melody filled atmosphere,
And the fireflies filled sky,
And the out of the world company,
Who have become apple...
Friday 24th September 2021 6:05 am
Taking a break for a while
I know that I worry if I notice some people haven't posted for a while. So I am just letting those kind folk who leave likes and comments on my attempts know that I am taking a bit of time off WOL. Hopefully I will be back to annoy you all soon with my daily attempts. Jx
Thursday 23rd September 2021 10:09 pm
Also by julie callaghan:
Jobs For A September Day | Harvest Moon | Golden Sea Of Sunshine | A Weekday Walk Up Whernside | Misty Autumnal Morning | Red Kite | The Mythical Story Of Devil’s Bridge | 9/11 2021 | Hazy September Morning | Just Two Frolicking Rabbits | So Frustrating | Wild Swan | Rich Pickings (rewrite) | Rich Pickings | Late Summer, Early Morning | Busy Bumble Bee | Herdy | The First Of September |When I met the summer sea (pretty words from picture books)
When I met the summer sea,
I was standing on the edge of nowhere.
It was a sort of seabird sense of humour,
when the world was new.
All was dripping in the sun.
Salty young silhouettes on old scars.
Sunflowers lifting faces to the sun
their divinity mirroring his.
A breath of wind,
which ripples the reflection of an usual sky.
I became accustomed to the ligh...
Thursday 23rd September 2021 2:08 pm
Challenges
Life is full of challenges
Good, bad or even savages
Hard to deal with at times
Similar to wailing of chimes
Some trials are there to push
Helping you to come out of the bush
Making you realise your inner soul
One that maybe you could not control
Challenges can be a real surprise
Never imagined till you open your eyes
No need to back off or fear
Alone you...
Thursday 23rd September 2021 1:19 pm
Also by Aisha Suleman:
Age |The thought of how could you do this to me
I'm dying to be loved but I wasn't good enough
Another heart, another time
I just wish I could get it all back
You told me you would never hurt me like this
But you poison to my head
I'm one hand from falling from the edge
So don't take the last will I have to live
drop it all and let it just fade
I was so fucking happ...
Thursday 23rd September 2021 7:54 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
(untitled) | (untitled) | 12 years |Drown.
This room is dark and quiet
My thoughts conversate with eachother
And In my lonely disposition I whisper to the shadows climbing up the wall
No audible answer could be heard, only the short inhale and exhale of breath being released from my lungs.
Now all my wounds are open
Bleeding out in the dark.
Owned by overwhelming fear, I am in belief these insecurities will never subside
Here w...
Thursday 23rd September 2021 3:39 am
Floating Leaf Haiku
Floating Leaf Haiku
A lone leaf floats down
Spiralling as it descends
Gliding onto earth
Wednesday 22nd September 2021 6:35 pm
Also by Brenda Wells:
Wilderness | Grey |TRANSITION
Looking around the scenery bores me I can't lie
Almost as if the walls ignore me the paint won't dry
Too stubborn to settle..repairs go back to unrepaired
Once prepared now unprepared
Scared of change but now not scared
Light bulbs pop blown fuses
Trying to compromise with the boiler
But he refuses
Doors on and off..conflict with hinges
The freezer won't stop cry...
Wednesday 22nd September 2021 9:35 am
Also by Sarah Louise mcnee:
PARAGLIDING |Tired of Waiting
Wednesday 22nd September 2021 4:26 am
Also by Clive:
Argument with a Fool | When the Storm is Over | Stormy Day | Stuck in a Rut | Rainy Day | When Things Go Wrong | Time | Lost |Memory-great old days
Memory-Great old day
Monday,20th Sept 2021
We remember innocent days
street plays
barefoot running
and dance when raining all over
School days were really a golden period
when we avoided
hate and jealousy
and acted obediently
youth brought little seriousness
but face brightened
it gave the sense of responsibility
and little insight into humanit...
Tuesday 21st September 2021 4:55 pm
Also by Jadia4708au:
Hard rock heart | Peaace gives you | Spark in relation | Dream high but | Love & Luck | Mighty but not unruly | Poetess-Sania zakir | For future generation | Life needs most-Friend |#buyoutoflife
One sure way to kill any of our dreams
Spend our life just staring at screens
What we focus on makes our realities
Attention squarely centred upon banalities
Getting more likes with diligent persistence
As we take selfies for our unreal existence
Social media about as real as a fairy story
Selling a pretend life in all its faux glory
“I wish I had spent more time on my phon...
Tuesday 21st September 2021 4:48 pm
What ten thousands spoke
A sigh, a song and a lament
For those who here have lost
Those cherished, now gone
Those who never saw the silence
If isolation lift.
Who are they?
Who were they?
Who would they have been?
Tens of thousands left
Each a song a story and a voice
Now ash and memory
If together they could speak
Of injustice faced.
A tragedy of indecision
Awash w...
Tuesday 21st September 2021 12:46 pm
Tell Me How
How do you keep what you never had
How do you put a chain around a heart
How do you mend what has been broken
How do you unsay what has been spoken
How do you live a life without regret
How do you erase what you can't forget
Tuesday 21st September 2021 11:15 am
PERFECT MOTHERHOOD
Perfect- A word that scares me because of the weight it carries
A word so complex, that people's perception of perfect varies.
Coz what is perfect for me, may be incorrect for some,
whereas their idea of perfect may look fearsome.
You know what's scarier- the term- PERFECT MOTHERHOOD
Why motherhood has to be perfect, I have never understood.
My love for my little one is perfect
...Tuesday 21st September 2021 9:50 am
Amending the Edges
I don't know when the change came for me
It's not like a date you can mark on the calendar
With little still to prove to anyone,
the edges are worn now, smoother
The change, I think, came from living
and learning from all the mistakes and battles,
as well as a few skirmishes of the soul
I cherish all the ribbons awarded me,
secretly displayed on my heart
Now I ...
Tuesday 21st September 2021 1:40 am
Also by Mike McPeek:
Absence |My First English Poem - The rite of passing away
THE RITE OF PASSING AWAY
The discalced priestess steps ahead, leans her feet on the waters of the sea
Feminine Christ she doesn't sink, under her, dozens of mortal remains
She stops, even time arrest its course towards the arcane future
Her cesium-colored vestment stops flutter
The sea has exhaled the last breath
The dance of passing away begins
May the sea keep their corpses,...
Monday 20th September 2021 12:51 pm
He is sleeping
That fucked up flag flying
Is a waste of cloth!
Lower it immediately, a blanket now!
There is a man sleeping on the street, a sheet of cardboard!
Give him this lie of a sheet,
To wake up warm!
Monday 20th September 2021 5:32 am
Also by Patrick Kennon:
Pearlsnaps | Melting lime |Pieces of 8
With our rings
Of gold
And our hearts
Of silver
And our lead boots
Waiting
To trudge
Out to sea
We pour through
The gaps
Spill through
The fissures
Spitting and
Snarling
And bleeding
We glare
At the pirates
As we shuffle
Forwards
To collect
Our pieces of
Eight
And we punch
Our drunkeness
Into the faulty
Machine
...Sunday 19th September 2021 1:39 pm
Transferable Skills (a poem for an internet "crush")
This gift is not made with the best
of all intentions.
I am not a good-natured
physician.
Unwilling to endure another "Hug," a
word of encouragement, the kind baritone
presented in cut-off jeans
The slow light I hear when
I read your dreams
I drunkenly message you that I must
wrest my heart from its chest and beg you
to let me send it
Wrapped in brown paper.
This work i...
Saturday 18th September 2021 8:09 pm
Also by J.D. Andrew:
This Moment is Already as Lost as the Past |Sancerre to Bordeaux
In the distance, a haze-bound bridesmaid comes into view, skipping in zig zag fashion scattering petals here and there, illuminating the path with fragrant, brightly coloured promises of what is to come.
The sprinkled tints, hints and hues flow through Spring sown green and yellow, until the river of fecundity overflows into fields, flesh, and bones.
A rampant, lustrous, lustful, late teenag...
Saturday 18th September 2021 11:53 am
Also by Graham Parker and his musings:
A moment in time | Bells and Whistles | Green Grows the Grass |My Best Friend
She was my best friend.
I loved her unconditionally.
I loved the way she spoke her mind,
The way she worded things.
The way she lied.
Oh how she loved to lie,
Twisting stories to keep me hooked.
She doesn’t know that I know about her lies.
She doesn’t need to.
As much as she’s hurt me,
I could never hurt her back.
I mean, I wouldn’t dare to.
She’s my best friend...
Friday 17th September 2021 10:04 pm
Simply poetry
A River
A river runs gently caressing the sands, reaching out to touch the shore
her moods changing with every bend and turn, leaving you wanting more
as the wind blown tree's whisper their serenade to the purple sky
a dream of her dancing to the natural song occupies your inner eye
an innocent touch sends the heart screaming like the hawk that's free to glide
the sound...
Friday 17th September 2021 6:53 pm
Also by Thomas Little wolf jr.:
Simply poetry |A WOMEN'S SCORN
How do you fight the Taliban in Afghanistan
Only a few options to choose
I would have giving arms to the Afghan women
For sure, they had the most to lose
Friday 17th September 2021 6:43 pm
Also by Joe Marcello:
NOTHING TO GRAIN | VINE TUNING |Does anyone know?
What does anyone know of my rebelliousness,
my tears of blood,
of the wounds of my thoughts?
What does anyone know
if my heart is a dreary and deep space,
if it is perfect or imperfect,
or a chaos of mirages?
What does anyone know
if my weeping has long strands,
whether my days are electric or serene,
or if I live an autumn of orphanhood?
Does anyone...
Friday 17th September 2021 2:53 pm
Much much more
What is this emotion that I feel.
The opinion you have was clear.
A warning sign probably a better way of saying it
A sliver of truth mixed in with other words.
My thoughts are unclear at this moment.
Everything is so fresh.
I haven’t given myself time.
Allowing myself to process how I feel.
I thought I knew what I was feeling for you.
The way I felt in your arms.
...
Friday 17th September 2021 12:35 am
If You Can't Handle Me
I'm a woman
But not the palatable kind
Men see me
They want a taste but often can't stomach it
I writhe and thrash around
Until they have to spit me out
But women always see me
The whole of me
The pit of me
Every last bit of me
They don't complain that I'm too dark
To shine their torches through me
And make me bright
I never bend to their will
But I ...
Thursday 16th September 2021 12:41 pm
PET SHOP STORY
PET SHOP STORY
I should get up and sell mice
but I'll stay here instead
in the warm, embryonic bed,
and what is a mouse's life?
Getting your head crushed
for a bit of cheese,
or squirming like an addict
under the merciless paw.
I sink in dreams, a jaded skull
trailing hair all the way down
to the sad, depleted market
where I meet the others:
th...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 10:41 pm
Also by john short:
HOMUNCULUS |Venezuelan Diaspora
They have left behind their country,
Some of them by plane,
Some of them by boat,
Others less fortunate only have their legs
And do not hesitate to use them.
They have traveled with hope,
Hope to live a normal life,
Just they want to work,
Just they want to study,
Just they want to eat something
at the end of the day.
They have carried their diplomas ...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 2:45 pm
VOICE IN SACRED HEARTS
VOICE IN SACRED HEARTS
Three voices, clear as bells but
more beautiful, blended as one in a
heaven made for the occasion and
hung from the vaulted ceiling,
each note a perfection,
each phrase a blaze of brilliance,
each song a longing to capture
every cornered soul; and in return
to offer, as bread and as wine,
a tiny part of the body and blood
of a new lord...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 1:04 pm
Also by Peter Taylor:
VOICE IN SACRED HEARTS |Breaking Point
in a tense tennis battle two teenage stars of the future each want to win - - - so badly
Relentless rallies
courageously fought
precious points
muscles ache
mental durability
ace played
success delivered
roaring applause
jubilant celebration
Emma Raducanu
lifting trophy
u.s open
endless smiles
extending further
than the
watchful eye
can see.
...
Wednesday 15th September 2021 12:53 am
Also by Nigel Astell:
Dare We Keep On Dreaming | Convincing Someone Like You |Bad Chat-Up Rhyme
You say you like a play on words, you say they make you laugh,
Then come on back to mine and let's get dirty in the bath.
Tuesday 14th September 2021 10:43 pm
Angel's Wings
Angel’s Wings GLA 4/09/2021
With this voice a choice for freedom kept.
And you deserve this gift on Angels wings to Lift.
With their precious care is kept your soul to rest.
On cotton clouds a nest.
Forever blessed.
Tuesday 14th September 2021 10:56 am
Long is the night
I see a couple standing together hand in hand, he says this is my woman she said he is my man,
There is something deeper here that we will never fully understand, they passed away some years ago yet proceed to walk this land.
Let your spirits teach you, lessons of life and love, no matter where you stand below or just above and fly together gracefully on the wing tip of a dove ?️
Tuesday 14th September 2021 8:31 am
Also by Luke:
Farther and son | Loves fire | Established/ ment |King's Cross Robots
They pass by me in complete perfected execution,
whilst my breath is tightly held,
at their undisturbed, emotionless in-humanity.
For these Kings Cross Robots douse me in fear
that they may see I am not one of them.
& how likely it does feel
that in this systematic powerhouse
of cogs and machines,
that they will soon turn to me, and laugh
in unwarranted amusement,
at I, the broken mac...
Tuesday 14th September 2021 3:56 am
Also by Connor Hamilton:
From the Winter of Discontent | Creativity's Passing | This, That, This, That | Cautious Kisses |Why...
Why is it so easy to give other people advice but when it comes down to myself I can never follow my own?
Why is it that it's easy to help others but never myself?
Why.... is the question we all sometimes wonder about but never really have an answer to.
So I'm just gonna keep on hoping that one day the answer will come to me because wondering why can be a lifelong question.
Monday 13th September 2021 11:17 pm
A Perfect World?
In my infancy I only remember darkness
The stillness, a damp and murky existence
Only very occasionally feeling any movement
It seemed that this was it…my life
The strangest thing was the feeling of growth; slowly forming in the black wilderness
Seemingly taking up more room than usual and a sensation of not being alone in here?
Time passed very slowly in the endless da...
Monday 13th September 2021 11:58 am
Gaslight
Gaunt thoughts blaze, what flicker is gaslight; intrusion of mind, how emanations choke, this shortness of breath within me How your words gather, to weigh heavy as death upon my chest; figures of dark, shades cast from the light, how I steep in this saturation of mind; I gather me around me, in extrospection I feel as loneliness; this pervading of mind, to be of madness; declining in circles, I w...
Sunday 12th September 2021 8:49 pm
A Whole New Perspective
An inner-city secondary school in Peterborough; the end of an early Autumn term day. It’s been bright and sunny, which makes you lazily regret the loss of freedoms you had only a matter of days before. Everyone has told, re-told, and swapped the stories about how they spent their summer holidays. Timetable anomalies and rooming glitches are mostly ironed out. Students and staff have started along ...
Saturday 11th September 2021 9:47 am
Gifts to be Given
Troubled child,
By the bay,
A second snack utopia.
The thing about,
And in the waves,
Held hands open under water.
Coughing fits,
And second stories,
Man about the world alone.
The second morning,
And yet more mourning,
I set paths about way forward.
With stretch and feeling,
A baseless meaning,
A gift held deep in wet hands.
I stand in winds,
In windy roads,
The moonlit...
Saturday 11th September 2021 7:00 am
The Last Dream of Donald
The Last Dream of Donald
Donald had a dream he never dreamt of,
thousands of acolytes gathered around
his majestic bed, sniffing the scent of
a long buried fear he hadn’t yet found.
He felt their clammy fingers make a start,
press his skin, penetrate his inner core.
They jiggled his lungs and tickled his heart,
fingered his brain, until tacky sweat poured
from ...
Friday 10th September 2021 9:34 pm
Creatures
As water flows blood pores, lurker seek to
devastate, and time takes its final breath
only to breeth again ...poetry by the insanity
Friday 10th September 2021 7:22 pm
Also by richard shults:
Death | Death |September 2021 Collage Poem: Hope Resurfaces
In the coffee Kingdom of Costa the one eyed poet is Laureate.
This side of heaven armed with only a steak pie
Whispers around the world as sunset melts into twilight
14 cows gifted to 5th Avenue
The darkness-loving mermaid rises from the surface, knows
It’s time to rise to the light
Out of beef, smoke rings circle the world
Orange flesh licked by thirsty acolyt...
Friday 10th September 2021 11:06 am
Memories
Here lies pictures of us packed with emotions;
Laughter, merriment, love and oneness
But take a closer look then you'd see the crack.
How can it be heavenly when all I feel is this tightness in my heart when i glance through?
I see all the mistakes made, secrets kept, painful musing,
I get nostalgic all over again, should I keep on loathing?
Or remain in this happy place?
Thes...
Friday 10th September 2021 10:13 am
Also by jeronth:
UNTITLED 1 |Evening hustle
I see Stars intruding locations between clouds in Misty formations. Trains chudder by as I gaze upon the first and last of tonight’s night sky. I gaze around so aimlessly and am always asking why.
Distractions must enter and take me away. Allow me to see the beauty of each day.
Taking me back to this moment right here.
As the wildlife of this evening starts to becomes al...
Thursday 9th September 2021 9:32 pm
You Blew Smoke Into Our Eyes
Some of us appear to have forgot
that the train service has stopped
else why are we all stood here waiting like a bunch of goons?
Soon they’ll be pulling up the tracks
and when Mr Henry gets the sack
the grass will grow and the whole place will return unto the dunes.
Choo choo train where have you gone
now don’t you know we need you?
How in the world are you supposed to get...
Thursday 9th September 2021 3:20 pm
Also by Graham Cunningham:
New Blood |What are you waiting for?
I
Stand
For
Purpose
You
Stand
For
Purpose
If
You
Lost
Your
Purpose
Stand
up
And
Go
Find
It
Break
The
Shackles
Of
Conformity
And
Begin
To
Believe
In
The
Souls Will
That
Moves
You
Thursday 9th September 2021 6:47 am
The hurt of remembrance
Tuesday 7th September 2021 11:10 am
Also by Guinevere Heron:
In darkness I write |Food For Thought
I can not depend on my moods,
This is why I depend on food.
Good days, bad days, the pain stays,
The food I eat takes me away.
I used to be fat and then went slim,
Now the fat creeps back in.
Self esteem is what I lacked,
Food is slowly making me fat.
The mirror is no friend of mine,
The image I see is not mine.
The dismal day portays my mood,
and then 'BOOM' I run back to food.
...
Tuesday 7th September 2021 3:04 am
That Paper Twang
I once heard a flute from far away
Was it the doorbell or the voice of Aunt Maye?
I tried to follow the flute far away
And found the carriage-drivers whistling with green leaves
I once knew that all they did was drive carriages
But I didn't know that they feasted on cabbages
I tried to follow the flute again the next day
And caught Aunt Maye brushing her teeth in the garden
...Monday 6th September 2021 3:27 pm
Boxcars
Ambrosia, Pink Lady, and Honey Crisp
flaunt ruby as harvest apples appear.
Stacked ears of corn on the cob
await shucking, boiling, salt & butter,
then the chattering-smile of front teeth.
Cleaning the cob a row at a time
will probably need a toothpick
or a fingernail.
When the tooth fairy got my front
teeth at the age of six, my mom
would cut the corn from the cob
with a ...
Sunday 5th September 2021 2:05 am
Harsh edges
9/4/21
When my mind thinks of you, I feel instant disgust. And not all for how you treated me but for myself. For allowing myself to tolerate being so sad and unhappy in a relationship with you.
And I've pondered this feeling of disgust for quiet some time now. So now I realize I am ashamed of my own self for tolerating such treatment. I will need more time to build myself up again. It won't...
Saturday 4th September 2021 11:41 pm
To be engaged
To get engaged was based on a question
a question to me my wife
That was done with the sole intention
to be with you for the rest of my life
But to be engaged is more than a question
it a declaration that I share a dream
To dream with you, forever and a day
about tomorrows that might come our way
One day this engagement will come to an end
to be replaced b...
Saturday 4th September 2021 9:16 pm
I didnt do it
That pain in your chest when your crying at night tears pure white
Show me the pain and insecurities you continue to shoulder
So i can come in like the rude friend that doesnt ask to come over
Knock shit over
Running in the dark until I fall off the worlds edge whose missing me anyway
I think about that everyday falling asleep waking up still in darkness
Trying to harness
...Saturday 4th September 2021 6:06 am
Pub Monster
"I am not a monster!"
I roar in their faces.
There's blood on their minds...
... I know, cos I can taste it.
"I can defend myself.
Mum didn't raise a dickhead.
You think I'm scary now?"
I haven't even lost my shit yet.
Saturday 4th September 2021 4:03 am
Also by Ferris Ty Taylor:
Well, What's the Alternative, at the End of the Day, Hun? |Retirement
Time softly slips by
Then one day - irrelevant
Move aside old gal
Friday 3rd September 2021 10:46 am
Part 1: The Shadow Under The Light
I opened my eyes only to find darkness all around.
The coldness trapped me in its arms,
As I stood there emotionless, I was drowned.
Slowly it devoured me, I thought I had died.
Nothing was left to drive me to the light,
But due to the sudden blood rush, I somehow survived.
Two sides of a coin melted into one, brawling for power.
The smile disappeared into the frightening abyss,
As the...
Thursday 2nd September 2021 7:06 pm
Fragile Life
A man, the nation loved
His charisma and personality
bewildering. Had a depth of
Character and a high morale.
Young, happy and fighting.
He has now has laid to rest.
A sudden attack
A heart of gold now with a crack.
In memory of Sidharth Shukla, may his soul rest in peace.
Thursday 2nd September 2021 1:28 pm
Hyperbolics
They have strained every sinew,
pulled out all the stops,
thrown the kitchen sink at it,
and worked around the clock.
They have bent over backwards,
bust a gut,
the whole nine yards;
struggled, striven, toiled,
they are Trojan, double-hard.
They have tortured every puppy,
scalded every cat,
stripped skin and hair and tail,
then strangled every rat.
...
Thursday 2nd September 2021 12:17 pm
Age
Age
Does it all come down to this?
A daily crossword, an unchecked list
A wish, a kiss and curtain open morning
A body struggling to move, to sit
Without the pain of feeling it.
The struggle dragging on your sock
And watching seconds pass on mantle clock
A life well lived becomes a yawning
As drooping eyes and sagging jaw
Become the life which once was so much mo...
Wednesday 1st September 2021 9:56 pm
Home and Heart
I saw the sunrise today
Beyond the little hill..
It will rise again tomorrow..
But for me today time stood still...
I packed up our home today...
With the early sun rays...
Said my goodbye as it was my last day...
Every nook has a little memory...
Every corner it's own story...
The lights we put together twinkle away in my minds eye..
Even as I pull out the plug with a sigh...
Every lit...
Wednesday 1st September 2021 11:53 am
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