My Gazinta
I bought a pack of 2 cheesecakes yesterday. When I got them home I realised just what a triumph of marketing over product they were.
Each of the tubs sat on a transparent plinth inside the cardboard packaging giving the impression they were 50% bigger than they really were.
Rather than feel aggrieved though, I started to give some thought as to how I might adapt the idea, making my gaz...
Monday 30th September 2013 11:07 pm
Also by John Coopey:
Daily Mail | Cottage Sleaze | Hugging Candles | The Masterly Strategy of Inactivity (Not In My Name) | I'm The Urbane Statesman |50,000
Monday 30th September 2013 7:59 pm
Poetry Competition - £120 - £60 - £25 etc
Wirral Ode Show - Poet of the Year
More details can be found below
http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/blogentry.php?blogentryid=38886
@ Gallaghers Pub and Barbers
20 Chester Street
Birkenhead
Wirral
CH41 5DQ
4 minutes to read/perform your poetry
Independent judges - All Poets Welcome
One of the longest running poetry competit...
Monday 30th September 2013 6:25 pm
Also by Chris Co:
ThePoetry Spoke on Facebook | ThePoetry Spoke September 19th - Poetry Night & Guest |Trash Overhead
I live in the desert on my own little farm near the damn secret airbase where they do their testing.
My grandpa saw your nuclear tests in the 50s shook our walls and gave him cancer. ...
Monday 30th September 2013 5:41 pm
Also by NICK ARMBRISTER:
Zeus | Mind Men | Italia | Silence and Beauty | EDGE 2 | Dead Man |My Old Soul
My old soul has sung before.
It has lain many hands in mine;
I reach for yours, and link it to he
who needs. He stands in Bergen-
Belsen in the rain, waiting his turn
to expire. He takes hands he cannot
save and sighs and breathes
the gas. He is a petal;
I see inside his heart. I love you as
he and they who follow down
the stairs. My hand takes yours and hers
and his. Be c...
Monday 30th September 2013 3:38 pm
Poem for a Barmaid
(Somewhat tongue in cheek but here we go . . .)
You’re not expecting the thunderbolt to hit
Then when it does it hits you like a brick
One minute innocent and unmoved
The next incensed with passion and feeling bemused
Lovely face and beautiful eyes
The curve of your body is no surprise
Your smile affects me so, I’m feeling weak
And like a fool I can h...
Monday 30th September 2013 7:01 am
Also by Steve Higgins:
The Cat that lived Across the Road | Disco Nights | Some Love | When the Holiday is Over | Poem For A Friend |last thoughts
slowly decaying from the inside out..
sleep shall come to me that I have no doubt about, the ticking of the clock as it drowns out the noise of my slowing beating heart. It entwines it's self to a memory of what was my life a distant spell upon the horizon where the shallow graves of misspent souls linger in the shadows of the moon light sky, where the magpie birds captures it's prize, where ...
Monday 30th September 2013 1:10 am
Also by Anna Grinter:
A Lovers Mirage | visions of beauty | A poets words | forever more | for you shine like the sun |Damsons at Bilberry Hall SE 077 219
Damsons at Bilberry Hall SE 077 219
Blue velvet drupes with a white dusty bloom hang from scrubby hedge shrub
Germinating from a discarded stone years ago finding a favourable niche
Growing in the Quickthorn marking the edge of cleared moorland along the stony track
Some early ripened have become windfalls eaten by birds and insects on the dusty ground
Dry crazed stones add...
Sunday 29th September 2013 5:29 pm
Also by Graham Ramsden:
Walking in the snow |Night time colours.
On a hot night when sleep is full of sluts and the train is heading towards Paris I sit in a bathtub and bathe my hands so I can write heavy words with soft palms. Standing and yielding with my head high I was gentle in my strength listening to blues guitar. One more time in the bathtub with a beautiful lady who tells me sweet words that mean nothing so don't ask. She's bad for you my mother sa...
Saturday 28th September 2013 10:25 pm
Goals in Perspective
When it’s going wrong
It’s him against ten
A boy can have the boots
Of a twenty year old
Can have the same boots
Since he was twelve
A young boy can only reach so far
Can only be seen to be trying
When it’s going good
He has nothing to do
Swinging from the bar
Excited and animated
Trumpeting breath
A young man
Awaiting a whistle of r...
Saturday 28th September 2013 10:48 am
Also by CathyLCrabb:
The Prime of Life |Transit
Unsure, Unopposed
lying in my arms
fleeting captivity
of bittersweet blossom
transient beauty as it falls
melting into the ground
and you’re gone
© Katypoetess 2013
Saturday 28th September 2013 7:57 am
Also by Katy Megan:
Ouroborus | The Best |The Makings of Kings and Pawns
The Makings of Kings and Pawns
Would you like to play a game?
The computer asked through sterile blips
In the soft tones of a lure,
I thought of tic tac toe
And Wargames but then,
I figured,
Do I really want to be
Placed belligerently without
Care or warning
Within the new Bauhaus,
‘Games’ are not what I’m about’
I repli...
Saturday 28th September 2013 4:36 am
Also by Noetic-fret!:
Cut! | Headlong |On Sandal's Field Of Ghosts
On Sandal’s Field Of Ghosts.
Mist hangs over fields -
ahead, the castle looms where
died the Duke Of York.
At the willows three
a chill permeates the air
and touches nerve ends.
Here fell the Yorkist
hope – body mutilated
and dragged through the mud.
Decapitated.
His head sent on to York to
top a traitors spike.
I...
Saturday 28th September 2013 12:21 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:
dust | Cycle Of The Scarecrow | A Scarecrow Dreams Of Leaving | Damocles | stroke |Durban
Rain, beautiful, cooling
so pacifying, relentless.
Crowded green trees dripping
tears and dew-drops,
spattering in shiny puddles
around bricks, sticks and
bits of floating paper.
Amphibians blink.
The gnome carelessly throws a cast
hoping a tadpole - for - tea passes by.
Red hat in the downpour shining.
Bending, sharp leaves, dripping,
...
Friday 27th September 2013 10:59 pm
Winter
Warm memories of a long time ago
The street scene resembling a tableau
Whiter than white silent night glow
Temperature must be 10 below
Sloshing through the Arctic floe
The road salt is running low
Sliding down the street like it's Skid Row
As I walk in dog shit
Past the bloodstains in the snow
Friday 27th September 2013 9:37 pm
RNCM Canteen
Friday 27th September 2013 7:27 pm
Also by Neil Fawcett:
Pub Singer | Cliff |Lines of support for Anne Feradi
(From the ninety thousand member
(year of 2012) Celestial Abortees
Feminist Society)
Dear Anne,
So, certain girlie-sprigs were sorted,
Selected, gendered and aborted
Sorted from mothers and next of kin
On the ground of being feminine?
Bravo! we here are all supporting
Selecting females for aborting.
You ...
Friday 27th September 2013 4:00 pm
Forgiveness
We are wronged by people daily,
but to not forgive is unconscionable.
The Universal King had died for all;
for in eternity's view, we're pardonable.
He has given absolute amnesty
to everyone who has accepted Him.
Make no mistake about this unmerited immunity -
Grace's favor (over the course of Life) wears thin.
Death is inevitable, and our spirits
this mor...
Friday 27th September 2013 2:08 pm
Also by Joseph J. Breunig 3rd:
September 11, 2001 | Visionless? | Danger of Zealous Fervor | Eternity | A Sinner Like Me | His Blessings | My Proverbs 31 Wife | Spiritual Irony | For Upon My Head, Nothing Gold Can Stay | Enjoy This Season |The Mousetrap
My cupped hands warm
and still the shake
of heavy breasts
that bear the weight
of all the sex
that we’ve performed.
I make a guess,
that with encores,
the tally breaks
three thousand - four!
We’ll overtake
The Mousetrap yet
you darken red
and say there’s more.
I understate
your current score.
...
Friday 27th September 2013 8:57 am
Soliloquy of the damned.
Thursday 26th September 2013 8:56 pm
Also by Ged Thompson:
Waiting for the duster. |Catching my Breath
Why does my hurt come of late
from others who never stop
to think that their acts come from their own self-hate.
Cover-ups and broken promises,
continue to make my life a living hell.
The heat so hot,
with no shade in sight.
Worse off is the mirage
I see the in the distance
of people posing to care.
Saying words that only desperate fools
like me want to hear.
...
Thursday 26th September 2013 5:56 pm
Though I'm not a Shropshire lad
that ever shared my bed
must find beneath the graveyard grass
a place to lay their head,
beneath their sheets, bereft of breath,
then shall I shed a tear
and sketch a stanza on their death
and drink another beer.
Thursday 26th September 2013 5:43 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:
tealice |ImproviXation #107
ImproviXation #107
Some days I wish I could bend my knees
Lean backwards and wail like a saxophonist
But I know anyone within earshot
Would hear that wrong
There are days
I feel like screaming
But I don’t dare
I’m afraid of what the
Vibrations might cause
On days like that I like to clamp on headphonesCrank up volume on John Coltrane
Archie Shepp
Alb...
Thursday 26th September 2013 4:55 pm
A Lone Tree Survives
Wednesday 25th September 2013 7:43 pm
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Alliteration Poem About Anger |Ineffable
Wednesday 25th September 2013 2:43 pm
Also by Marianne Daniels:
Punk | Tetris |From Beyond a Dream
And pluck at scarlet fruits behind my eyes;
They pirouette in seven’s, eight’s and nine’s
Then drown in reddened lakes in twenty-four’s.
Their sodden tutu’s, drink them up through straws
And on their bloated bodies, here, do dine -
They make the most delicious cherry wine
So do not think their death was without cause!
Then from their shelled rema...
Tuesday 24th September 2013 11:35 am
Also by Simon Austin:
In Limbo | September Sisters | She, Mourning |A Cold Filthy Metropolis
From Plush Green Fields and abundant forests
To sleepy hamlets and hazy meadows
Sprouted monsters in the sky to smoke and choke
Factories of the Industrial age to dictate and invoke
Soon villages became towns, and towns became cities
Communities swallowed up, the ruling classes showing no pity
Slumlords charged extortionate rent
Working class relied on charity ...
Tuesday 24th September 2013 7:35 am
Speeding on through Somewhereshire
Unfamiliar livery
Adorns familiar trains
Myriad trees, multi-shaped
Silent window frames
Station signs unreadable
A metal phonetic blur
Speeding on through Somewhereshire
On a train to who knows where
TK Maxx and Staples
Retail worship shrines
Ears burst in tunnels
As beneath the soil we dive
Conservatories and patios
Buzzing power lines
Tearing on th...
Monday 23rd September 2013 5:14 pm
Also by Marksy:
Please keep on the grass | My Automare |Fragment
The following story was related to me by a poet, in the autumn of the year 2013. The poet had retired to bed after partaking of herbal tea and cigarettes, from the effects of which she fell asleep, just as she was contemplating the opening lines from Kubla Khan.
The poet remained in a deep sleep until awoken by the radio alarm clock, at which point she began to experience the most vi...
Monday 23rd September 2013 10:46 am
Jousting
"Lances, shields and armour plate?
They're long since out of stock.
The ancient art of jousting, mate -
It's taken a bit of a knock."
Saturday 21st September 2013 6:47 pm
Also by Gareth Glyn Roberts:
Hygiene hats |Creative Input Required
David Farrow is looking for Writers, Poets, Illustrators and artists (especially those who work with children but not exclusively) who would like to participate in some voluntary work. This starts with going along to a brainstorming session to try and come up with a creative, alternative and enagaging theme to help with David's writing project.
The project is being set up based on this:
...
Saturday 21st September 2013 2:15 pm
Also by Stockport WoL:
Stockport WOL Prompt 9/9/13 | September Collage Poem - The Sun |FADING BLOOM
Godfrey Bloom
Too quick to quip
To a waiting room
Upset UKIP
But much worse -
And infinitely seedier,
Is the "outraged" curse
Of a modern media.
Manipulating words like 'sluts'
Removing proper context,
Minus any 'ifs' and 'buts'...
Who knows whatever's on next?
You cannot hope
To bribe or twist - (they say!)
The British ...
Saturday 21st September 2013 2:13 am
Also by M.C. Newberry:
GRAVE DOUBTS! | LITTLE AND LARGE - AND LLOYD! | SYRIA - MAKING A DIFFERENCE | AL ASSAD | A NAVY MAN |Interest Only
Friday 20th September 2013 9:00 pm
Also by Paul Sands:
Mutuality | written in the dirt | shelter '76 |GreenPeace
Friday 20th September 2013 6:18 pm
Also by the #week-trending:
No Borders | G20 | Global Sweatshop |It's different
It's Thursday morning in Asylum Link.
The English class has a visitor,
Community policeman Phil.
Kindly, friendly Phil.
His honest face has our attention.
He smiles, they smile, we all smile.
Roads – safety – cars – safety -
licences and rules – safety – bikes – safety.
How to be safe, in a nice warm voice
in a nice, warm country.
Good old Phil.
Ra...
Friday 20th September 2013 9:59 am
Also by Dave Bradley:
Keats |Liverpool Tate
''This machine kills fascists'' ...
''this is not a pipe'' ...
''Policeman accused of 'inappropriate' treatment of Whitney Houston's corpse''...
which, if any, are considered Art?
A repost:
The gallery
Someone left luggage
in a pile on the floor,
I lifted it up
to a hook by the door.
A crowd had then gathered,
and to my lasting surprise
t...
Friday 20th September 2013 12:16 am
The BEX Live 2013-POETS CORNER
I am performing the BIRMINGHAM TOWN HALL on Saturday 21st September 2013 at the following times:
1pm
2pm
3pm
At the POETS CORNER- Come and find what I am about
Thursday 19th September 2013 5:55 pm
Also by Marcia Calame:
The Comedy Variety Showcase |Would They Have Listened, Then?
Thursday 19th September 2013 2:33 am
Don't Give Away Your Loved Ones!
No need to give away the loved ones,
Those who are near you or far away,
And those who are almost invisible,
But very often so dear and desirable,
They come into your life as the sun ray.
When all is good and in the brightness,
Your life is burning like a fire.
Why do you worry about happiness?!
If all comes true and do not tire!
But when the evil of caustic words,
The...
Wednesday 18th September 2013 9:32 pm
Tunnels
Tunnelling in the dirt below my feet
I've been digging here all week
carving this hollow so deep
today, I hit bone
This is heavier work than I imagined
surveyed the ground from beyond the fence
And we both agreed that this was right
but now the toil is breaking me apart
As a new day rises
I'm bawling in the shower
never knew I could feel this pain
with the taps turned up to ten
nev...
Tuesday 17th September 2013 10:40 pm
Empty century
Stay with me boy we gonna
run tonight
like flies do run
burning after touching the light bulb
stay with me, 'cause it's an empty and sad little century
i might have tears in my eyes
but i don't wanna see
just don't want to see
Right on time
pain arrived
why would we
stroll apart?
Walk with me now we never
had any time
it...
Tuesday 17th September 2013 10:36 pm
What do you eat?
Tuesday 17th September 2013 6:00 pm
Independence Day
Here we go -
Dredging her room and netting the hairdryer, straightners, bulging cases of clothes and IT, dismantling the computer desk, loading buckets and bleach
To squeeze the car skyscraper high
And driving through screwdriver rain
The length of England.
Scrubbed and kitted
The past, present and future knitted with cuddly toy and pillowed dreams,
The bed now empt...
Monday 16th September 2013 8:21 pm
Turning Over Tables
(Poem dedicated to the Liverpool Tate art gallery which has chosen to buy and display this piece of abusive exploitative art)
Sometimes I wonder if I'm wearing the right glasses
wrong glasses
wrong lens
or wrong vision?
All around me
people see things
differently -
depersonalise
rationalise
intellectualise
forgive
the unfo...
Monday 16th September 2013 3:21 pm
Metaphor
No longer do we slice, strangle
bludgeon or burn victims
upon our godly altars
live offerings for appeasement or power.
Death for personal gain.
Yet behind intimate walls
with calculated cruelty
daily
we sacrifice child, partner, parent
upon slabs of self-interest.
Not much different -
‘Death for personal gain.’
……...
Monday 16th September 2013 1:01 pm
Shattered Saturday
Shattered Saturday.
I was shattered before I had started,
With yesterday bearing me down,
Just living my life in a circus,
And cast as the unhappy clown.
Of course we have days to remember,
And days that are better forgot,
There are days that are studies of rapture,
And days that are certainly not.
Yesterday started with promise,
A shini...
Monday 16th September 2013 10:01 am
Also by Ian Gant:
TEDDYBEAR |Phoenix
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.”
Jack Kerouac, On the Road
for Sal Paradise and Dean Moriarty
“The only people f...
Monday 16th September 2013 9:01 am
Mickey Finn(Awld Lancy Poem) Anonymoose
As a was goin tut traycle shop I met mi awld swaytart Mickey Finn
An wot dust think e sed tu mi ?
Wilt cumpt funrel if a dee ?
An a thowt a bit an a thowt a bit
an a sed Aye a might us well
Eeee an he did dee
Thi all cried but a laughed
Thi all wore black but a wore red
Thi all brought flowers but a spit on is grave
An that was the end of ma awld swa...
Sunday 15th September 2013 10:37 pm
Years
Years
Stacked up
Sentinel like
A wall of defeat
On every side
Watching
Me
Microscopic me
Dictated to by giants
Running
The mouse on the wheel
No destination
A thirty year chasm is inside me
Ever famished
Its mouth is wide open
Wanting my surrender
Waiting for dominance
But......
A tiny crack has shown up
In the dam that...
Sunday 15th September 2013 3:07 pm
Weekend Wanderer
Weekend Wanderer
A buffeting breeze smashes the cobwebs from befuddled braincells
As the sun glints off gleaming chrome, many a mile away from home
As the flies embed in grins miles wide, over hill and tor, past idling tide
The sights, the sounds the scenery abounds
The sensations the feeling the tyres a squealing
My company on this voyage of spee...
Saturday 14th September 2013 7:10 pm
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