Haiku Collection #8
far from the highway -
caterpillar fit to burst
settles for a nap
~~~
light bright butterflies
bring nothing of the darkness
from the chysalis
~~~
Ah, this old hillside:
one day for seventeen steps
a butterfly led.
~~~
heading for the door,
the butterfly in my hands;
my improvised cage.
~~~
end of the street
two butterflies waltz closely
return to the clouds
~~~
Friday 30th September 2016 10:53 pm
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Haiku Collection #7 | Haiku Collection #6 | Haiku Collection #5 | Haiku Collection #4 | Haiku Collection #3 | Haiku Collection #2 |Listen
Listen to me,
I know what you’re thinking,
“Great another poem,
Are we done yet?”
But listen to me.
You have a voice,
Right?
Well, use it.
Because unlike you,
Some don't.
But listen to me,
I don't know what you’re going through
And I can't tell your story,
Only you can.
So listen to me.
I want you to look around.
You are in a room with...
Friday 30th September 2016 8:18 pm
Also by Poetryum:
Gone |Like
Like
the photographs of road signs charged by light,
footprints on the dashboard
or blurred trees stooped like men picking leaves.
Or the back of my head, the garden shed
or all the landscapes from summer days when
we turned the camera on ourselves
and photographed nothing but wind.
We send thanks
and message school friends, relatives
and people w...
Friday 30th September 2016 7:19 pm
anxious introvert
getting out of your comfort zone seems impossibe.
inside youd like to stay.
what waits for you outside of these walls may amaze you.
how scary it is to step out of the routine.
judgement awaits in faces you thought youd forgotten.
dont let it scare you we all have something to give.
take time to heal to grow and fully accept who you are.
have faith.
climb up the ladder.
...Friday 30th September 2016 5:06 pm
Also by Youthfullyxx:
Not for you | My lonely | Uncontrollable | Solitude | Supportive loyal fake friends | Beauty on the outside | leave the rotting skin for color | men with selfish intent | climax deadzone | god found me | my own relationship with god | the parties over | what we will never see |When poetry is called non-progressive
When poetry is called non-progressive,
Society prioritises gains,
Machinery and banking are the blessings,
And human race its own path betrays,
What can a poor poet, born untimely,
Achieve in the unfair descending world,
Besides all the unnecessary rhyming
And even less appreciated rightful thoughts?
The current art is to confuse and stugger,
To hint to dirty secrets, all aloof;
It...
Friday 30th September 2016 1:30 pm
Also by Valerie Livina:
It would be good if you were here | There are just four main types of art | How can I praise my love in bare words? |People Are Strange
I’ve come to believe that people are strange;
You never quite know what they’re going to do;
And there is one thing that’s not going to change;
The obvious way is not what they do.
They think and act, defying all logic;
You’d think they were stupid, or maybe just mad.
They seem to think things happen by magic.
Thinking about it, it’s really quite sad.
All this str...
Friday 30th September 2016 1:00 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
(untitled) | Dreams Of Demons | Screams | Life | Memory | Cricket | Bletherin’ On Cricket | Cardiac Case | Late Sailing | Home | ‘Oh’ Level French | Lost Love | Writer’s Block | A Bee Or Not A Bee | Stormy Beach | Choices | Thoughts | Life’s Highway |The lonely leo
The leo all alone she stands beside herself
Afraid to open up and be strong like no one else
The libra is a key a master to obey
The one who has reason to truly walk away
The ram or even goat it is a treat to see
The archer as a hunter is the prey to finally feed
The night in which is dreaming the dreams
That walk away the lonely and sacred heart is afraid to truly say
...Friday 30th September 2016 6:28 am
Also by Albert:
The lioness i need |Me myself and I (Closed)
O what i wonderful day for me to wake up only to wait and see what horror lies ahead
I shall not falter but tread lightly on this thin line and proceed to go on with my day
Let me put on my boots work my hours long but fulfilling
Learn my job hard but where I can achieve greatness but first i must be great
Talented as such myself will show me more behind the closed door
I lie on...
Thursday 29th September 2016 6:23 pm
Also by Jay:
Open (neglected) | Last call | Pitch Black (hit&run) | Depending | The Call pt one |DOORMAT
Call me the doormat,
The infestation of rats,
The ‘oh she ain’t all that’,
Call the kettle black!
Call me the diva, the princess, the moan bag,
The emotional one, oh isn’t it sad?
The hot head who can only nag nag nag,
That period trainwreck – a handful for a lad.
Call me whatever deflects most from what reflects
When you stand by the mirror and boast,
When ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 3:40 pm
Also by Alexandra K. Parapadakis:
LOVE DRUG | The Plight of the true Snow White |Ropes
Ropes
frayed and
weathered
after
a life time
of keeping
my soul
safe
through
this
life
Thursday 29th September 2016 8:30 am
Also by Estelle Haward:
Crossing lines | Choices | Reflections | Ocean Breath |A piece of a poem
Love was just a word,
Until you came along
Now it is a feeling
So fierce, and strong
So stay young and just dance
And don’t listen to the lyrics
Because life is better
When you don’t fully understand
Thursday 29th September 2016 4:49 am
Also by B D:
Seasonal Bliss |Striving
I seek out the whole truth and nothing but the truth
Swearing through all the lies to fabricate moments
That endured through our times and ravaged our movements
Ending frail elderly and chasing away youth
Gazing towards the stars to phantom the future
As the past just erodes and becomes mere rubble
Destroyed by the present amidst all this trouble
That secrets seek revenge and strips away ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 2:55 am
Also by Louis Audet:
Vow of a father | Lovers to Friends | Pleasure | Small pets | Tightness | Mr Fantismo and his carpet | Mr Fantismo and his unicorn | Being grandma | Pig thoughts | Her back | The burger | Deafness | Centerpiece | The book ending | Bright Star | A blooming book | Truce | The hump | Tonight? | The Farmer | You | Shower Away | Sundae | Crisis | Advice from Dad | Poneytail | Separation | Parking Lot | The stalker | Young coeds | Forest survival | Finding love after | Live for today | Frat party | Darkness follows | Let's hope for peace | The Bridge | First Night | Breaking the cave |#1
Drift with me into a free floating galaxy, A world of no worlds
There's no truth in definition, no laws to govern
But the pull between our hearts is undeniable
For you will see that where chaos presides logic will dictate the course of man
Emotions take a stage and your Heart is the forefront of our story
There are pages to be written and stories to be defined
But in the silence ...
Thursday 29th September 2016 2:01 am
SAMMY
(An original stolen from me by Al Jolson)
Sammy, Sammy.
They made for you the famous quote.
“He’s as bent as a nine-bob note”.
Sammy, Sammy
You’re no longer whiter than that Gandhi.
First, Big Sam
Was on the look-out for a quick bung
Now Big Sam
Is sorry that he’s ended up stung
Sammy, Sammy
You flew a thousand miles
To make a quick pile
My Sammy.
...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 9:19 pm
Also by John Coopey:
MILFORD, NEW MILTON AND BARTON-ON-SEA | OUR GERT | LEST WE FORGET | THE LOVERS |ANOTHER DAY IN SOFAWORLD
A seeming half acre of rest spreads out
in Sofaworld, balm to the footsore,
a polite jungle of shapes, making the passage
of berthing time complacent where listless couples
check labels, passing between the Ambassador Suite
and the Grosvenor Sublime.
At the end of a day
Coffee tables nudge in
and footstools like crouching bears
beef out the designated squares.
W...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 9:03 pm
Also by ray pool:
BELOW THE GROUND | CULTURE SHOCKS | NEW GLASSES | TWO LIVES | CLIMB EVERY MOUNTAIN | JESUS WEPT | VINYL FRONTIER | THE STORM | SOMETHING FOR THE WEEKEND | SHUT DOWN | THE ALL - AMERICAN | LOOK UP TO THE HEAVENS | THINGS TO DO | THE NEW MESSIAH | THE MAN IN THE WHITE COAT |In this land...
In this land I have known the worst of hell,
the most severe punishment; difficult to digest;
inhuman is to feel the splash of so much pain,
seeing a drought of a profound silence
Pleas cry out before the crevice of hunger,
with astonishment thorns dig into the eyes of heaven,
tenebrous inequity simulating justice;
difficult to move the stones that stand in the way...
...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 7:09 pm
Backwards Y In The Road
Vacant a spot lays inside
Where two souls once intertwined
Dulled over time
They're almost here
In Disbelief that its almost time
Six long years and I am standing here
Eyes lock with a gift inside
Rejoined back together after a very long time
Fireworks explode as memories conjoin
Words unwind what’s been lost to time
Two souls parted now sharing old times
This vaca...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 5:48 pm
Also by Jacob Martin:
The Invisible Gift | Barriers | A Thorn Left Inside |QUESTION
Do the Labour faithful really set store in
Their choice of Jeremy Corbyn
To fight an election
With huge risk of rejection
And endless stories from Tories
Of a sure win?
Looking through time's political prism
Rarely saw socialism
In an advanced state reflected
In who got elected
Often producing political schism.
The art of the possible, it's said
To the...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 5:07 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
RIGHT TURN by Richard Seymour | LET SLEEPING DOGS LIE | LONESOME RAIL - a railroad song/lyric | DECEIT, DISSEMBLING AND DELAY | PIE IN THE SKY | STEAM DREAM | THOUGHT FOR ANY DAY 4 - repost for Sept. |Morning white noise
How do I get here?
I go backward every morning, looking for an answer.
Love, they might say? would be nice if that's true.
Hate instead? Too reasonable I must say,
That type of feeling that nothing has to do with nihilism and depression,
The type of emotion that deals with anger,
The anger of not to be in the right place and moment.
Could be that maybe I born too soon? Or may...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 4:33 pm
"Sadie"
Sadie was eighty when she stopped counting.
Eighty suited her nicely
so she got there and stayed.
I was her acting amanuensis - unpaid.
She got flustered over much but not overmuch.
When she had forms to fill or worries over bills
begging letters from charities,
unentered lotteries 'won',
piling the floor at her front door
she’d hang out a sign
and I’d pop in for...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 4:06 pm
Also by Rick Gammon:
"Labour in Vain" | "First Love" | "Meeting Mrs Potiphar" | "Caz - End of the Affair" | "Donegal Eden" | "Let's All Go to Lisdoonvarna" | "Mally" | "Obituary" | "Apitate Ring" | "Alison" | "Adieu" | "On Leaving Dublin - Bloomsday plus one" | "Cuddles" |one step beyond
you spent so long in that obsidian chamber
that you named each worm of light that crept in
named them based on the complexity of the pattern
that exploded behind your eyelids
for to open your eyes and view them would be blinding
this one is paul
a single line pulsing oranges and blues
next cronos
a ring of white heat around a pale, milky ball
once a week heimdallr struck...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 2:52 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
little nightmares | so kiss me, hold me and eat me | anhedonia | the moon | snowflake 3 | snowflake 2 | snowflake | endgame | klittra | the man that swallowed the sky | the churning of the ocean of milk | liquid gold | lemonade | infinity | dont know when but a day is gonna come | oh dear oh dear | the man stood in the corner of the room | dunes | basquiat | lime | another day, another gin | cloak | dirge |short love poems for her
If I was a stream
Searching for the ocean
You would be my current
Keeping me in motion.
If I was a seed
Buried in the snow
You would be my sunlight
Helping me to grow.
If I was a spark
In the middle of the night
You would be my flame
Keeping me alight.
If I were a ship
On a stormy morning
You would be my lighthouse
Flashing me warning.
But I'm not a stream
Spark, ship, sh...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 1:16 pm
clean slate
The pen is rhythmless--
it makes sounds meaningless.
explosions land dense
and attenuate into thuds
onto surrounding dead ground
screams dissipate soft
into lossy acoustic funnels
like padded white-cloaked rooms
I've no need to wonder
why you don't hear..
I know the outer
dead space still hums
with the flutter and wave
of wings that sweep ...
Wednesday 28th September 2016 2:32 am
Also by nunya:
transaction | muddy water, verdant earth | tracker | before I learned mechanics, I learned to mistrust the mechanic | night vision | traveller's token | equalization | metaphysics |The Transcendentalist
So the scents of pre cornflake sex
And post energy drink breath
Pervades the carriage like a squid squadron infusion..
Acrid lemon bleach musk cologne
Tinkly-plink-thud beats effervesce from earphones
She leans arching on the glass pane knackered
Eye-liner Rothko remastered
Her groin marine satyr
Not so lucky a bastard
She receives a sext from another torpedo piece of spam with pecs
Ni...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 7:02 pm
Also by Suki Spangles:
Meanwhile, In Sweden |Unrequited Love
Unrequited love is the destruction of the heart
It is walking across an endless desert occupied with faded mirages that show you beauty like never before
Constantly consumed by its wonder, constantly consumed by the despair for your love for it
She is the mirage, you are the lonley aching fool in an endless desert
You are the one slowly suffocating by the boundless intesity of what you...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 5:03 pm
Magicians of Verse: Enter If Bold
Sacred circle!
Magicians of verse
Council of elders
Conjurors of words
Body of experience
Each one unique
Passion that burns
Vivid beliefs
Tell of your life
Abrasive or harsh
Share with us pain
Reveal your heart
Be joyous! Share moments
Tender and mild
Recall happiness
With innocence of child
The circle is safe
No words disallo...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 11:05 am
"Descending into the abyss"
Through fire and smoke
We travel down deep into the caves
Deep into the earth
Blackness befalls our every turn
Mist swells and chokes out the light
The dark ensues
We are trapped
Deeper
Deeper
We
Descend
In
To
Pitch
And
Dark
We are all alone
In this Hell
To breathe is hastened by our every step
Villians are among us
Shapeshifters
De...
Tuesday 27th September 2016 3:23 am
A Night At The Astoria
By concrete honey-combed Centre Point
Briskly paced towards Soho
Passing illuminated tooting taxis
Striding down the Charing Cross Road
To join a queue of alternatives
Outside the stuccoed dome crowned bay
Under the fretted signage board
Spelling the name of the band who’ll play
Tonight, at the Astoria
Earnest in Camden High Street fashion
Invested Kensington Market attire
Sticky car...
Sunday 25th September 2016 6:44 pm
Also by Anna Ghislena:
Sorrento |The Painted Lady
White canvas face
naked skin awaits.
A slight brush
light powder puff.
Smooth red lipstick
sparkling blue eyes.
Intriguing watchful look
black eyelashes flutter.
A golden smile
meets my gaze.
As I approach
rainbow door opens.
Loving sunlight dreams
head over heels.
Aspiring lovers complete
My painted Lady.
Saturday 24th September 2016 3:17 pm
Also by Nigel Astell:
Lord Dominus | Steamy Windows |IN OUR OWN IMAGE
On getting up one morning
God walked to the pearly gate
and enquired of Michael his doorman
how's it going mate?
I'm absolutely knackered, and wish you'd investigate.
Never known it be this busy before
them coming up here to Heaven
swept off me feet trying to greet,
everyone twenty four seven.
The flow is overwhelming, we need cupboards and extra shelving.
But I have a sugges...
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:52 pm
Scarcity
Save clean water because it scarce
Protect what you breath like clean air
World has food but to some it is rare
You are blessed to have this all, you have no idea
Society lose happiness, no one would care
One forgets to smile but you still stare
People struggle with their own number of enough scare
You become one to them, now that is not fair
Have you ever produce water or clean air?
...
Saturday 24th September 2016 9:43 am
Also by Ruvi Galhena:
my Poem |Purpose
Find your purpose
Color your way through life
the outlines is what holds your sanity
beyond that is out of your control
every color stands on its own
It has always been me myself and I,
do not live for people but for you
and your happiness
find you purpose
life is too short on dwelling on things
that has happened already
-Khadja G
Saturday 24th September 2016 8:24 am
[untitled]
[untitled]
I fear the darkness for it harbors all the evil I cannot see.
The unseen assailant following the breadcrumb trail in the shadows.
When I walk alone at night my shadow keeps me company. The shadow sometimes runs as I still walk slowly. In the shadows he runs; slowly, our shadow begins to bleed more darkness.
The house of a friend is nearby, I imagine as I crawl bleeding. The...
Saturday 24th September 2016 7:45 am
Remember Me
Hi,
Remember me?
Sure you do.
Lets see.
You're so tired again,
Thats when you knew I was here.
You didn't want to get out of bed today,
Haha oh dear.
Sorry,
I know you don't like my presence.
But I'm here for a bit,
It doesn't have to make sense.
I've been so faithful,
Don't you know?
I'm here for you when others aren't,
don't say it isn'...
Saturday 24th September 2016 2:20 am
Do you see me, too?
Trevor, I saw you again—
I saw you sitting at the desk right beside me in Mr. Tracey’s seventh-grade homeroom,
Filled with twenty unhygienic twelve-year-old students. It smelled of strong coffee in a thermal.
A clock rests above the door. It ticks away the moments.
You were wearing that ratty brown zipper-up you liked so much.
The one that smelled as if it hadn’t seen the insid...
Saturday 24th September 2016 1:59 am
Also by Kelly:
Waiting on flowers | Survival |F34r Th3 Numb3r5
F34r Th3 Numb3r5
F34r
Th3 numb3r5
F34r
th31r p0w3r
t0 pu5h y0u
1nt0 rush1n9
1nt0
Cl0ck w4tch1n9
Th3 numb3r5
On th3 5p33d0meter
0r ch451n9
A bu5
Hurry1n9
Fr0m p1ll4r
t0 p05t
g3tt1n9 w319h3d
b1rthd4y5
4nn1v3r54r135
4pp01ntm3nt5
Th3 c0d1n9
1n y0ur c0mput3r
Wh1ch dr1v35
Y0ur l1f3
B1n4ry ch1ld
1nt39...
Saturday 24th September 2016 12:11 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:
black clouds on a sunny day | Black Bear |Autumn at the SoapBox Poetry Club
Summer has passed and autumn is rolling in - which means the SoapBox Poetry Club is back. Our regular poetry night held at the John Peel Centre, on the last Wednesday of the month, features a nationally renowned poet as a headliner, two local poets and one musician in support. We book exciting, passionate and political young poets. Those at the forefront of poetry in the UK. The kind of writers an...
Friday 23rd September 2016 12:43 pm
Let the Bone-Fire Burn!
I'm speaking and performing some poems tomorrow in Manchester after a march as part of both the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos, and 100 Thousand Poets for Change. If you'd like to take part we're assembling in All Saints Park, Manchester at 11.30am. Or look on the Global March for Elephants and Rhinos website, and there may be something going on in a city near where you are. I've written th...
Friday 23rd September 2016 10:45 am
This is me (a warrior)
I am the undecided
the uncondemed
the umbrage of life
you see in me a warrior
who never thinks of backing down
tributing to the society
had only made me tumble down
unaided I stand
stronger than ever
tranquil is what I am
but will soon transient
for I am a warrior
stronger than thee
thou shall not make me bow down
thou shall not make me crumbl...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 6:45 pm
LDR
Speak to me like you speak,
in tongues, or in plain old English
dusted with a view of sparkly seas
or oceans, as you say, my owl.
My crow, my dove, my dolphin
plunging among the waves that roughen,
among the sands that graze and toughen
your skin and hair but soul untouched.
Tell me of the call you heard
from a distance, from the depths
of blue or green or blackened water,
the rover, ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 3:26 pm
Penguins on Parade
Willi Ronis
Although they hanker still
for desolate views,
they have learned to count
their blessings: migrants
taking a bowl of air
on this bitter afternoon.
Their formal attire
incongruous, their waddling
gait seems outlandish
to the natives they dismay.
Consorting largely
with their own,
they have tried
at least to pay their way
and no...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 1:54 pm
Also by David Cooke:
Schooldays |love like a trailer park (09/22/2016)
Love comes easy, but it doesn't really go away after that. No matter how many times you hammer it down, lock it away, drown it, or excise it with home surgery, you always seem to find it somewhere. Growing in the dark little corners of your mind, where you want it least and need it most. It'll pop your stitches for you, rebreak old bones. It's there and there's not much for it, so you can choose ...
Thursday 22nd September 2016 1:25 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
uncut (09/22/2016) | patients - patience (09/21/2016) | howl steppin (09/11/2016) | chime (09/11/2016) | sons' irony (09/04/2016) |Love
When the love that is supposed to be your wings
To help you go beyond the restrictions of realities
Will become the chain that shackles you
To the depth of nothingness
Losing yourself to the abyss of torment and pain
Blinded by the promise of eternal bliss
Is it still love?
Or is it just a senseless belief.
Thursday 22nd September 2016 7:44 am
Free Catastrophe
No general, no goverment,
no any God or Normality
can not take control over me
I am the Free Catastrophe.
No one tells me what to do,
maybe I am under all standards
but any teachers, preachers or manners
won't stuff in my head unanswered answers!
I don't take shit from anyone anymore
I don't bend my knee
I don't care if they like me or not
only one thing coun...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 11:03 pm
Also by FruFru:
Love Not on the Spot | Pain |Forest Rabbit Crown Soft Stone
Forest Rabbit Crown Soft Stone
Was the name she introduced
On that candle light bright night
Where dreams were all self-produced
Desert Lion Hat Rough Silk
Was the name we all had guessed
For her stars were drowned in milk
Yet her sun in black was dressed
Those you hear were the words
In which I painted your ghost
Now that time has tuned my chords
Could I...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 8:09 pm
Bumble Bee
The summer she was six
playing with her best friend
chasing things in the garden
she caught a bumble bee in a hollyhock flower -
a huge pink blossom furry with pollen
and this busy bee
wallowing deep in its throat.
She caught the bee with the hollyhock flower
folding the petals over its frantic buzzing
its writhing body -
a bold, successful capture.
How cleve...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 11:57 am
Please believe i was lost before this
You have limited yourself to me
How can I know anything
Besides that I was already fucked
Before you met me
I want you to not be the honest
Man you are being
But I cant ask that
To remake you
Change you into a lesser being
You don’t deserve someone
Who'd ask you to.
And I think the silence you give me
Is you saying you know it to
You have been trying to let g...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 6:09 am
Also by Ann Winder:
Things have changed | I see too much | Heartsick | Selfish | If you reminded me | Weak |ENOUGH
To explain my aching heart it
Would take a million buckets to catch my falling tears
Tears coming from my Ancestors that fought so hard so we wouldn't have to
Never imagined that what I've learned and what I was taught I would see
Heart breaking
World shattering
Seeing my brothers fall to the ground with their hands up
Over what?
Because being black in America is a crime
for so lon...
Wednesday 21st September 2016 2:32 am
The Sixtieth Floor
So,
I’m in the elevator
Going higher and higher.
I’m taking the lift to the sixtieth floor
Though I can’t really see myself opening the door.
Still,
I often think about reaching that floor
I won’t be the first;
People have been there before.
I guess it’s all normal for a man of my age
It’s like reading a book and turning the page.
So,
I’m taking the li...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 7:18 pm
Breaking the double yoke
For ages
Saddled with
Domestic chores
Confined in doors
With a traditional muzzle
Devoid of a voice
With fellow housewives
We were sweltering
Under the class
And gender yoke
Seen weak though
We were strong as a rock.
Things taking
A positive turn,
When people about
Women's potential
Came to learn,
Enjoying a level ground
And expertise,
An outshining
Women farmers
We have beg...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 3:18 pm
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