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Poem: And He Whispered...
Trying to understand
my place in this complicated world,
my soul was sorely troubled -
And He whispered to me softly.
Trying to comprehend
my divine purpose within His Family,
my desires were unfocused -
And He whispered to me gently.
By giving myself completely to Him,
I found absolute abundance
that's sustained by Salvation's foundation -
And He whispered to me quietly...
"Well...
Thursday 26th December 2013 6:03 pm
Poem: White for Harvest
Fields are white for harvest
with souls rotting on the vines;
graft them into the Kingdom now,
while there is still time.
Fullness of Life's abundance is available,
when connected to the True Vine;
but how to reach others when -
Christians don't heed the warning signs?
Workers may not be plentiful,
yet, faithful ones always find the fruit;
productive lives are highly visible
from em...
Thursday 26th December 2013 6:01 pm
Poem: Why Would You Love Me?
Oh, my Lord...
Why would You love me?
Your greatness exceeds human comprehension
and Your wealth surpasses the Earth's riches.
In Your mind's eye, my life has been viewed
and my judgment awaits its sentencing.
Before my existence, Your Blood was cruelly shed -
spilled for my sins, both conceived and committed.
You made Yourself vulnerable to man's hatred
for saving flawed souls, ...
Thursday 26th December 2013 5:59 pm
Free Poetry Book
Well when I say book I mean a pdf file that is readable on Kinfle, iBooks etc.
If you'd like a copy of my latest missive, Scratch, send me an email with Scratch as the title tp
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Thursday 26th December 2013 5:48 pm
THE BOMB THAT DIDN'T EXPLODE
THE BOMB THAT DIDN'T EXPLODE
It’s still remembered today
The bomb that didn’t explode
That crashed through the church ceiling
During the Second World War
Sparing some three hundred lives
A replica may be seen
Here in the vestry corner
At St Mary’s in Mosta
With photos of the soldiers
Called to make the real bomb safe
And despite votive candles
...Tuesday 24th December 2013 8:06 pm
Poem: The Partridge in the Pear Tree
has a second, hidden meaning for the ages.
For this song has an ulterior motive,
contained in verses that seem outrageous.
Christ is the truest fulfillment of Love,
in the primary doctrine of Christianity;
therefore, He is the focus of each refrain,
being the sin offering on Crucifixion’s tree.
The pair of turtle doves represents books,
volume...
Thursday 19th December 2013 2:28 pm
Poem: Drawn To You
The softness of Your quiet voice
penetrates my spirit with utmost clarity -
For being drawn to you
comes more than naturally.
The constant woes of earthly cares
lack all meaning and worth
when I'm consumed by Your presence
and experience my spiritual rebirth.
Despite the magnificent beauty
of this planet's garden fields,
I would willingly exchange it
for the brilliance that Heaven y...
Thursday 12th December 2013 5:03 pm
Poem: Brought to Enlightenment
We must learn to do
and not weakly try;
for with Christ, all is possible -
Just stop asking "Why?"
Bow before Him on bended knees,
for His Ways are superior to ours.
Spend quality time in prayer
and not simply waste precious hours.
To be brought to enlightenment,
one must learn on his own.
Yet, the secret is simply this -
Go before God and His Throne.
Author Note:
...
Thursday 12th December 2013 4:59 pm
Poem: Fragile, Flawed and Easily Broken
Despite imperfections of this body,
my shell is an earthen clay jar
that's fragile, flawed and easily broken,
letting the Light of Christ shine.
Though not pretty on the outside,
I won't be mistaken
for a white-washed tomb -
God can use my weakness
to display His greatness.
I've chosen to be submitted
to His Will and Plan for my life.
In spite of exterior chips, dings and nicks,
Christ...
Thursday 12th December 2013 4:57 pm
In Infamy
Yesterday, a day which now, will live amongst us for all time,
For history has changed its path
And we must fall in line.
For we at peace, with guarded arms, we chose to watch this from afar,
But we, deliberately attacked,
Must no more stand apart.
An Emperor, through wicked lies, convinced us of continued peace,
But sickening deceit was this,
As they slipped underneath.
For yesterday ...
Monday 9th December 2013 10:36 am
Poem: Immortality
Ahhh... Immortality.
After the death of my earthly flesh,
my spirit will fully embrace it.
For I'm truly made
in my Creator's Image
and filled with His Divine presence.
How can anyone doubt...
The premise of my logic?
Ahhh... Immortality.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2009,...
Thursday 5th December 2013 5:16 pm
Poem: Show of Hands
Despite the differences of skin color
and our cultural upbringings,
we're more than brothers of Mankind -
Technically, we're kin.
Go to the mountain
preserved by ice and snow
where the revelation of Ararat's secret
is available for everyone to know.
For the ark's existence
proves the global flood story is true
and being our brother's keeper...
Is still a right thing to do.
Desc...
Thursday 5th December 2013 5:14 pm
The Cart
Inspired by the cart on the patio at Carob Cottage, Ilgaz, North Cyprus
The Cart
Broken down cart
Ornamental on patio.
Past cargo
Hay, grain, carob and olives.
Cypriot Wagoner
Long gone.
Donkey or horse
Living engine, now dead.
Journeying here
Pulling there.
Carter whistling
Sometime singing.
Folk songs of old
Clip, clop beat the hooves.
Rattling chains
Rubbing hames.
Iro...
Sunday 1st December 2013 3:12 am
Poem: The Cross, Stark and Still
Into the depths of untold depravity,
a perfect creation had fallen away;
unimagined grace poured out from our God above -
As His Hand of wrath was firmly stayed.
The Cross, stark and still, standing upon a naked hill...
subtly calls for the World's attention.
Since the dawn of everlasting time,
our Savior awaited His appointed day;
despite humanity's race to certain doom -
His Hand ...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 3:19 pm
Poem: Today's Great Undead Poets
Today's great undead poets,
awash in the internet sea,
seek to fill the void of sensible emptiness
of our cyberspace world.
Following the heroic tradition of Man,
these daring individuals look to gain acceptance
through the expression of concepts.
Mirroring the virility and vitality of Life,
in defiance of critical naysayers,
the blankness of virtual paper
is scribbled upon with hurt, ho...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 3:17 pm
Poem: And Yet His Hand...
Despite the trials of this earthly world
and the continued foolishness of men,
God wants His Principles completely unfurled -
For He loves His Children, while hating sin.
His anger is not turned away
and yet His Hand is outstretched still.
Our Salvation awaits its appointed day
with the meshing of our spirits to His Will.
As long as we continue to breathe,
there's Hope for us to lov...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 3:16 pm
Glitter-Bomb
No-one was harmed
when it went off, although
there were plenty of casualties
by the end of the night.
I’m still finding bright sparkly
ruby-red 30s under the sofa
to this day. I ate that much
meat that week it
nearly turned me vegetarian.
I smiled and said: “Sod it,
I bet we won’t do this when
we’re septuagenarians,” and
you agreed with me. My
...
Sunday 24th November 2013 8:29 pm
Kennedy
Around the shadowed corner, wicked lies,
Through telescopic lens and focussed eyes.
The autumn trees encapsulate the path
And crunch beneath the wheels they idolise.
The building crowds descend before the knoll
To catch a glimpse of this passing idol.
He, showered from all sides with the applause
And peppered from above by seasons fall.
Idyllic is this scene to which he greets,
As smi...
Friday 22nd November 2013 9:10 am
Poem: For Your Review
Once my earthly journey is complete,
humbly I'll stand before Your judgment seat.
So in advance I faithfully pray to have
a positive ruling for you to mete.
Grace and mercy carried me;
Your covering on my life you should see.
Hopefully You'll remember that I
promoted Your Kingdom for eternity.
Despite flaws and failures absurd,
hidden in my heart is Your Holy Word.
An attitude of lif...
Thursday 21st November 2013 5:56 pm
Poem: The Bridegroom Cometh
Preparations by the Groom have been completed;
He joyfully awaits the day
that marks the remainder of eternity
when the Church shall be swept away.
He has created a wondrous place
where rows of mansions are perfectly aligned.
Angels will sing beautiful songs
announcing souls' arrival; including yours and mine.
Despite imperfections of His bride,
the Lord daily intercedes with heartfel...
Thursday 21st November 2013 5:54 pm
Poem: Human Behavior
It's hard to extol the merits of mankind
and to lavish excessive praise is insane;
recognize the gamut of vain emotion
and treatment of our brothers that's inhumane.
The natural nature of man is hardly good -
Proof is found in our vocabulary;
despite incredible accomplishments of this world,
poor relationships of man to extremes are still carried.
Our literature and news is littered
w...
Thursday 21st November 2013 5:53 pm
Inspiration
Where is it from
How does it come.
Let it flow
From heart to.
Magic of brain
Scribbled on paper.
Not an engine
Never false.
Tapping keys
Think of love.
Of humanity
And experience.
Arriving from a fountain
Mysterious and pure.
Symbiotic composition
Without conscious thought.
Honeyed words
But not too sweet.
Syrup disrupts reading
Lost in the goo.
Write no...
Tuesday 19th November 2013 11:21 pm
Poem: If I Were...
If I were...
truly illuminated, what would you see?
Could the brightness of Christ fully shine
and the persona of me disappear?
If I were...
gifted, in other unknown ways.
Would I be able to discover them
or would I choose to deny them anyway?
If I were...
blessed, beyond Earthly needs.
How much of myself would I be willing to share,
besides just money and possessions?
If I were....
Thursday 14th November 2013 7:20 pm
Poem: Human Warranty
Etched into the soul's fine print
should be the motto "Handle with Care";
but Man's nature to ignore instruction
is manifested in Life's disrepair.
To have God's Word in written form
could be viewed as a "Human Warranty",
where divine ground rules for all
has abundance in the best that Life can be.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/...
Thursday 14th November 2013 7:19 pm
Poem: Evening Sky
Gazing into a starry night,
I see a deep indigo sky
with perfect placement of twinkling light.
Stars reveal the expanse of time
from before the birth of humanity;
their existence came from dynamic energy
which was created by spoken word
that no man has ever heard.
Solitary spirit of awesome might
painted this heavenly canvas
with a flick of His hand and uttered thought.
Divine creation ...
Thursday 14th November 2013 7:17 pm
I Won't Go Down, Not Even With Alice
we, the understated,
the lazily represented,
decree that
once the poetry
bends at the knee
in the gilded confines
of SW1
it is another victory
swung the way
of surrender
better, say we,
to be a person of interest
than acquiescent metrist
invited to tea
Sunday 10th November 2013 4:34 pm
Poem: Avoiding Hell?
Have you sealed your fate
with the rejection of Him?
Accept Christ now
before your life wears thin.
For in permanent separation
there's no God or peace -
Only continual torment and anguish
without any comfort or release.
Alone in the dark
as fallen angels without light,
you too will become a demon creature
lacking hope of spiritual sight.
Forget about Purgatory,
but make a decis...
Thursday 7th November 2013 4:24 pm
Poem: Waiting on You
When floating in the sea of despair,
never give up hope, for the Lord is already there.
For in the time of your darkest hour,
you can tap into His Dunamis power.
Addressing Earth's challenges requires a key -
As a child of His, you must yourself see.
To assure that your earnest prayers are heard,
you need to hide in your heart His Holy Word.
For out of your mouth, His Word you should speak...
Thursday 7th November 2013 4:23 pm
Poem: As a Joint Heir with Thee
What a blessing it would be
as a joint heir with thee,
sharing the Father's affection
for the numerous days of eternity!
What a honor you've bestowed upon me
as a joint heir with thee,
being adopted by the universal King
and connected to the divine, family tree.
What a grand responsibility
as a joint heir with thee,
proclaiming your name and love
to the World's expanse of humanity.
Thursday 7th November 2013 4:21 pm
Poem: My Soul Now Sings
My invisible scars
are plain for anyone to see,
as I blindly journey on...
This path of Christianity.
Wanting deliberate faith
ready on my tongue,
I received God's Salvation
when I was dumb and young.
Inflicted wounds to my soul
from a lack of understanding
have been healed by the Power
of Christ's personal anointing.
I am worth dying for
according to His Word...
Thursday 31st October 2013 3:23 pm
Poem: Only Your Adoration
The essence of God is within,
looking to spring forth in your life.
You have been greatly blessed,
but may be unable to recognize it.
Learn to die to selfish desire
and enable His Spirit to be activated.
All that God requests is your adoration.
Giving praise and singing hymns to Yaweh
means He has captured your heart -
Therefore, your love for Him is... Genuine.
...
Thursday 31st October 2013 3:21 pm
Poem: Prism to our Past
A humbling profession is
Biblical archaeology,
where people are found prostrate -
Searching for glimpses of Man's history.
Forgotten souls and evidence have been
covered by layers of earthly dust,
as recent discoveries now include...
The decoding of Israel's "Exodus".
An eclectic collection of artifacts
of the "Hyksos Expulsion" have been laid bare
by Simcha, the "Nake...
Thursday 31st October 2013 3:18 pm
Book Review by Ellen Tanner Marsh: Reaching Towards His Unbounded Glory
As reviewed by NY Times best selling author
Ellen Tanner Marsh
Any Christian surveying the current state of modern poetry could easily become discouraged, given that much of that poetry can only be categorized as nihilistic. At worst, such poems seemingly promote despair and violence-against society, the church, or even against oneself. At best, they consist of self-centered whini...
Thursday 24th October 2013 6:13 pm
Poem: Silent Words Are Useless
I've got my opinions as any other;
Hopefully, I'll be clear and you'll understand
that our silent words are useless -
For the trees will willingly clap their hands.
The one true God spoke into existence
the birds, fishes, plants, mammals, Earth
and all forms of life including...
Humble beginnings of Mankind's birth.
The sound of our individual voices
is something that Go...
Thursday 24th October 2013 6:11 pm
Poem: Giving Tithes to God
Revelations of the heart
regarding how one's money is spent
echoes volumes about character
and our God-given talents.
For Jehovah is far from being poor;
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills.
He's not into ungodly extortion
to keep you from paying your bills.
By serving two masters,
one will be dearly loved - the other sorely hated;
so one can never be truly happy
...
Thursday 24th October 2013 6:10 pm
Workshopping Seamus
(To be read in Heaney’s ‘reading voice’.)
My chisel’s cold appraisal
Blunt as an English Master’s stare
Probes the poem for its pith.
Non sequiturs stacked neatly
Drying in a metaphoric sun
Supported by a splay of beams.
Redundancy is everywhere
Making the poet poorer than Midas
Who dare not spend a penny
Lest the golden flow shoul...
Tuesday 22nd October 2013 10:34 am
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Poetry that documents the Contemporary Zeitgeist
Poetry that explores, illuminates and examines the Human Condition
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Poetry from
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Monday 14th October 2013 10:30 am
Poem: Moments of Clarity
Oh, how I desire more
of Your Light's essence,
to clearly penetrate
the core of my being.
How much can I endure
without Your Presence?
Though I may be frustrated,
it's You Lord, I'm believing.
It's been said before,
in Your Word's eloquence -
"nothing new" has been stated
and it agrees with what I'm seeing.
Moments of clarity, at the door
of Your Kingdom's bri...
Thursday 10th October 2013 5:09 pm
Poem: On God's Mountain
To be on your mountain top
with an elevated view,
could my chances increase
for getting a glimpse of You?
Standing barefoot in your presence
before a burning bush consumed,
would your glory envelop me
as a spiritual womb?
Moses saw your backside,
but show me instead your face and eyes.
Having direct interaction with you
should cause my faith to be revised.
Conqueri...
Thursday 10th October 2013 5:06 pm
Poem: Prone to Error
Challenges in Life are meant to be,
assisting us to reach maturity.
For our reaction to circumstance
marks personal growth beyond luck and chance.
Proven is our ability to learn,
expanding mental constraints as hearts burn.
Walking in upright, godly perfection
complements Jehovah's desire for Man's compassion.
The lasting goal is surely not religious fervor,
but moving past ou...
Thursday 10th October 2013 5:04 pm
Graffiti
Graffiti
the brooding
malcontent
with paper cut
heart
stares at a wall
of graffiti
and thinks
I could do that
so he picks up
a spray can
unleashes
his feelings
in dribbling
white letters
fifteen feet high
his blood
becomes molten
his rage is
a torrent
of years
without voice
a scream
to be heard
...
Monday 7th October 2013 11:14 pm
Thirty Plus Years In An Open Necked Shirt
Thirty Plus Years In An Open Necked Shirt.
On seeing John Cooper Clarke @ Wakefield Theatre Royal (29/9/13)
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke
a walking bag of bones
staggers out onto the stage
like Keith Richards from the Stones
rapid, machine gun delivery
sprays audience with Salford tones
jitters, jives, ducks and dives
whilst wrestling with the micr...
Tuesday 1st October 2013 4:59 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
September 11, 2001
Failing to understand
why our nation is great,
an opportunity was sought
by souls cowardly lying in wait.
Focused on pure evil
as they have continually done,
an unholy attack was unleashed
on a day now known as 9-1-1.
Via the destruction
of New York's "Twin Towers"
the enemy crushed a symbol
of U.S. monetary power.
Beyond the resources to rebuild,
our country ...
Friday 27th September 2013 2:06 pm
Visionless?
Visionless is no way to be:
having sight, yet unable to see.
Soul's blindness that's dark and deep
indicates your spirit is fast asleep.
Use the Word to ignite your inner spark
and awaken your slumber by the Lord's Light.
To have Life's purpose and meaning for self
promotes character and personal delight.
Having vision is intended for all,
so get fitted with some new gla...
Friday 27th September 2013 2:04 pm
Danger of Zealous Fervor
Yes, the goal is to reach souls;
but at what further cost?
Unacceptable is using fear as mind control
for reaching those considered 'lost'.
When not as an example of victorious living,
the principles of God appear to lose credibility.
If not demonstrating a God that's loving,
then appeal of the Kingdom lacks desirability.
To berate skeptical souls with Hell's threat
will...
Thursday 19th September 2013 6:52 pm
Eternity
In the quiet garden of Heaven,
one day I'll walk beneath the trees
with the coolness of God's Spirit
flowing more gently than an Earthly breeze.
In the royal kingdom of priests,
I'll run barefoot on streets of soft gold,
overwhelmed by the perfection of peace,
following where angels had previously strolled.
Before the awesome throne room,
I'll exude continual heartfelt p...
Thursday 19th September 2013 6:51 pm
September Sisters
Twin sisters, both alike in majesty,
In New Manhattan, where we set this scene,
From arid lands flocks an old enemy,
To scorch the earth of this, a western dream.
From fateful skies the fatal flights descend,
But none the wiser to their pending fate,
The man and child, to happy affairs tend,
Their future sealed beneath a veil of hate.
Through vacant city clouds, their path...
Friday 13th September 2013 12:25 pm
A Sinner Like Me
Pushing this flesh into alignment,
guided by The Word most holy and pure,
I'm striving to learn principles
for a sanctified life to endure.
My Lord loves me without hesitation
and allowed a part of Himself to die.
He's calling me homeward without reservation;
by His Spirit, to His side, I'll eventually fly.
Knowing I'm a child of His,
during trying times I find true enco...
Thursday 12th September 2013 5:28 pm
His Blessings
His blessings upon my life flow -
No matter where I am
or wherever I happen to go.
Overcoming the curse of Mankind,
is a consuming, infinite Love
from the One declared divine.
As I continue inside His Will,
sheltered by Sacrificial grace,
His many promises are fulfilled.
Truly blessed, to be a blessing
is simple for anyone to see -
As I'm fully submerged... in God...
Thursday 12th September 2013 5:26 pm
My Proverbs 31 Wife
My earthly desire is to have...
a woman comprised of softness,
both in flesh and soul.
Her presence offsets the hardness
of everyday living that bluntly smacks me.
To be with a spirit, overflowing with joy,
greeting me daily with unexpected sweetness,
soothes all internal bruises from
the day's accumulation of subtle brutality.
Rubies belie her value to me;
her natural radia...
Thursday 5th September 2013 4:07 pm
Spiritual Irony
Foolishness of Jehovah
exceeds the wisdom of Mankind;
torture by crucifixion
was to serve as a deterrent
to stop all forms of crime.
Inhumane treatment
demonstrates insatiable blood thirst
in a vain attempt to bring out
the best character of man
by placing World's justice system first.
However, death of the Innocent Lamb,
a perfect sacrifice God did decree
to bridg...
Thursday 5th September 2013 4:06 pm
For Upon My Head, Nothing Gold Can Stay
Standing at the threshold
of Death's ultimate door,
my last gasp escapes me...
As I've never experienced before.
Into the Heavenly realm
I ascend in wonderment,
now housed in an incorruptible body
and thankful that from sin I did repent.
Standing in God's throne room
freed of all Earthly flesh,
my spiritual essence is energized
and feeling fully refreshed.
Now g...
Wednesday 4th September 2013 11:49 pm
Enjoy This Season
Withering grass of this season
with your abundance of green,
take advantage of Today -
Contribute to this Earthly scene.
Enjoy your present strength;
ignore worries of the past.
Let the distant failures fade
and let sweeter memories last.
Be true to yourself always,
standing tall and strong.
Focus on your own meadows and...
Learn to hum to Life's song.
...
Wednesday 4th September 2013 11:48 pm
She, Mourning
She pressed her hand against the marble, felt its words,
Ran her weathered finger through the crafted names.
Many faces that had long since adventured,
Left for others lingering to bear the pain.
The autumn sun caressed its face and warmed the stone,
She drew it through her skin and let it stay a while.
Her silver head was bowed, her company her own,
To spend a few more moments...
Monday 2nd September 2013 11:43 pm
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Saturday 17th August 2013 11:18 am
Coming soon
Currently compling my second collection of poetry.
It will be available in paperback in the usual places but also as a free pdf file to download and read on your reader of choice
Thursday 15th August 2013 10:28 am
My Poetry
In writing poetry
I am a hack.
But I enjoy
writing so give
me some slack.
With the
comments don't
be mean, or
overly critical.
Please be
correct,
and please
be political.
This poem was not written
about anyone on writeoutloud.net
This is jus...
Tuesday 2nd July 2013 8:39 am
Sonnet for Drummer Lee Rigby, posted on behalf of Robin Parker from Langley Writers
Friday 14th June 2013 5:50 pm
Neon Light
The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.
Looks good in films
But in real life,
In this place it clings to you
Like a broken dream.
The neon beer light covers many sins
And many more failed lives.
In the corner sits a man,
Pondering if tonight
Will be his last.
Time for one more drink.
He won’t be the last to sit under this neon light.
...
Wednesday 12th June 2013 11:04 am
Neon Light
Playing with the idea of this place.Aplace which takes in lost souls..Is it a good place or bad place.
Time will tell.
The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.
Looks good in films
But in real life,
In this place it clings to you
Like a broken dream.
The neon beer light covers many sins
And many more failed lives.
In the corner sits a man,
P...
Friday 7th June 2013 11:25 am
Neon Light
Playing with the idea of this place.Aplace which takes in lost souls..Is it a good place or bad place.
Time will tell.
The cigarette smoke hangs heavy in the air.
Looks good in films
But in real life,
In this place it clings to you
Like a broken dream.
The neon beer light covers many sins
And many more failed lives.
In the corner sits a man,
P...
Friday 7th June 2013 11:25 am
The Final Draft
The Final Draft
Always seeking synthetic success, for
reasons no psychiatrist is unsure
of. Like Andromeda’s black hole, the core
is unstable, and breathes in media whores’
influences and agendas. Your IQ
is beyond atomic numbers, but you
are consumed like an ale in Bavaria.
Past Plutonium thoughts grow scarier,
whilst lost dreams entwine with absent lo...
Sunday 2nd June 2013 10:01 pm
The Hitting Game
On the island’s south side
a solitary town fizzes
like overloaded circuitry
on dark, motherboard hills.
Across a sticky, smooth-tiled walkway
an amusement arcade spills
a test of sexiness based on how clammy your palm is
and the hitting game.
You spin in coins so they register
on sensors worn numb.
A padded st...
Sunday 2nd June 2013 11:06 am
WOW! TATTOO MY BUTT - MORE MAD POEMS AND VERSE BY NICK By Nick Armbrister
Friday 31st May 2013 5:36 pm
It’s August... (by Mel)
Sunday 26th May 2013 11:44 pm
Outside My Window
Friday 24th May 2013 7:51 pm
So Why do I Write
So why do I write?
I am not a poet,
but I write a
lot of poetry.
So why do I write?
I write to
show my
point of view.
So why do I write?
Sometimes it's to
feel like I have
a small amount
of control.
So why do I write?
I write what
I feel.
...
Friday 24th May 2013 5:51 pm
My thoughts on Bolton's NEO:LIVE
Thursday 23rd May 2013 11:27 am
The Poem Fails
The poem fails
It cannot render traction
Or the queer zero,
Rehearse location
Or mine gravity.
Panic & lapse
Immune to weak forces
Arise on threads of absence
In mechanical waves,
Muted by observation
& uncertain rules
In the chamber of bias.
An adumbration transpires.
Wanton longing. Dimension
Flattened & tamped.
Monday 20th May 2013 3:51 pm
Then the muse of good mood arrived ...
Great...
Tuesday 14th May 2013 4:52 pm
Fast, effective action
There is no part of the flat
left unexplored. I’m not bored,
it’s something else: there’s too
much to do, things are vying
for concentration and attention
like never before, minor things
that can no longer be ignored,
pots to wash, a bath to be
scrubbed and a floor that needs
sweeping. And then there’s
decisions to be made about staying
...Sunday 12th May 2013 5:50 pm
The Worst Tutor Ever (Fact!)
There once was a poet called Lee
who said that he always wrote three
lines in his limericks.
From my new free e-book 'Kidnapped By A Public House'
http://www.lulu.com/shop/george-stanworth/kidnapped-by-a-public-house/ebook/product-21007695.html
Sunday 12th May 2013 9:10 am
Weird Words a new spoken words night
In Axilfah on Thundersday we heard a sonic boom.
The rain came down but words held sway within a tight packed room.
They came from Leeds and Lancashire, from Cleckheaton and Hudd.
They raised their arms and voices too and spoke of death and blood.
And local wordsmiths said their piece. What rants and hymns we heard
when Genevieve her coven called to utter Weird Words
Friday 10th May 2013 10:48 am
Call for Submissions for Murder of Krows 2
Duncan Yeates and Abigail Wyatt are inviting poets and artists to contribute to their next Murder of Krows* anthology.
Friday 10th May 2013 9:35 am
Make a date with Pros and Coms
Hi Everybody,
Hope you can join us an entertaining evening of Comedy, Poetry and Live Music this Thursday at 8pm at Vinyl Bar, Lark Lane. Admission is FREE.
Acts Include:
Liverpool Acoustic Songwriter of the Year- Vanessa Murray
Talented Wordsmith – Reece Goldstrein
...
Sunday 14th April 2013 11:25 pm
Roses - NaPoWriMo Day 10
Roses are dead,
they smell like Le Pew.
But they still smell sweet
compared to you.
Roses are dead,
now you feel blue.
So take a shot neat,
and uncork the screw.
Roses are dead,
our hopes are too.
You were a cheat,
but I was too.
Thursday 11th April 2013 5:26 pm
Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio pu...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
Beat to my own drum - NaPoWriMo Day 5
Adopt
Saint Stephen's tale
It's Friday, sweets from Mrs Smith
Degeneration X and anarchy
Frankie's words: two tables, four chairs, suspension.
Discovered passing the buck, and thus passed it.
Stole the show with Twenty-one Questions, four dancers, and a singer.
First girlfriend changed everything, "You're young, she has baggage - get rid..." … did...
A pla...
Sunday 7th April 2013 3:01 pm
Our Sanctuary
enchanting armies of harmony...Phalanxes of rhythmic phoenixes.......remixing life to art art to life dark to light death to life.......music is our sanctuary music is our life to art art to life the art of life is the heart of life...... lifes A cycle like sum hyped CD or 12 inch vinyl spiral tribes thrive.........revolutionary recital....like breath music’s vital enlightened or suicida...
Saturday 23rd March 2013 3:03 pm
The Twenty First of March
The twenty first of March!
It’s a rainbow’s arch as such.
Equinox in springs
World Poetry Day brings.
It’s not an accidental event.
It gives this day a certain content.
A content to all those who can fly
And to all those who new things try.
A poetic word is an art.
It comes straight from the poet’s heart.
It gives a poetic word a chance
...Thursday 21st March 2013 8:47 pm
READ AL LABOUT IT
Hi Everybody
Im very excited not only because its 2 DAYS TILL PROS & COMS but also we have hot water comedy's finest Paul Smith joining us. other guest include Stephen L Smith and Denis Joe
show starts at 8pm see you there. 88-90 lark lane, aigburth L17 8UU.
and its still free
Paul In action
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=akh2nmxxlGA
Tuesday 19th March 2013 5:03 pm
The Gipsy Clouds
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:41 pm
My one day friend, Mark
To Liverpool
Wednesday 6th March 2013 8:19 pm
The Strawberry woman
By: Ali Taha Alnobani
I know, strawberry has charm
But this time, it is a moon in spring temples
A Call beaming in the morning
And a mascot painted on god's arm
Your lips proclaim another speech
About angels ceremony for love
Which conduct there in paradise
Over fire, under ice
Near the golden beach
That nobody can reach
***
I know strawberry has...
Wednesday 6th March 2013 7:16 pm
Sofia's Masterpiece Story
Tuesday 5th March 2013 11:26 am
Running Man
Quickly pitting his wit
against an enemy
he reaches for his gun
the barrel is empty
the chamber clicks echo
Staggered staggering speed
as they close in he thinks
again which way to run
the white sedated walls
scream fear, shrinking backwards
A thorn through a window
whisperingly draws blood
as it strokes his cheek
reminding t...
Friday 1st March 2013 9:22 pm
Epiphany
A black pen, a worm chewing through
wood, waiting for flesh.
Crunching its way through shadow.
Candle wax on skin
setting hard in its way.
A flick of the wrist
and the ink scratch stains.
Trying to find a way
to communicate with vision.
Spew out, eat up, digest, reset.
Calculating the way with mind
set to epip...
Friday 1st March 2013 12:31 am
Pale Membrane
Everything seeps in, everything leaks, in to this pale membrane.
The air from gestures, the pain and wicked eyes flicker.
The soft secretion of lingering sadness shelters like a veil.
Not haunted though, not lost to anything.
A door left open for a breeze to walk in.
Friday 1st March 2013 12:27 am
Polishing a Turd
Shite they say is such a dirty word
It conjures up all sorts of images
Brown, sticky and smelly vestiges
But can you polish a turd
I think you can, it is not absurd
To think you can make something better
To think you can improve the design
To think you can create something new
From something which reminds you of poo
It took a long while for ...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 9:08 am
Quieter
I remember when I was young.
I remember the sad strangeness that could not forge
The words wretched wonder would wrench
The memory is stainless, sturdy, simple, a symbol
Beholden that it is now buried
but I needed that melancholy
And the knowledge I knew, or thought I knew
Fleshy words without force
Buried in a cemetery in ceremony
The dirt ...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 1:18 am
Decay
It can be said that fate waits for no one
It is almost a certainty in fact
But darkness with its spring heels waits alone
In a recess seldom visited, we go there in shade
Curtained we go there and raise suspicion
We go when there is blood to sacrifice
We come back when there is left only bone
Like the needless prayers of a mother
We disappear in...
Wednesday 20th February 2013 1:15 am
In Cars
In cars, I'm him.
I make the shapes he makes –
one-handing the steering wheel
as if grasping some mane,
I cup the gear stick bulb
like it's a brandy bowl
and coast to junctions
clutch disengaged
scared as sharks to stop,
though on open road
I’ll box in better cars than mine,
a sudden stickler for the limit
I slap down and squeeze your knee
celebrating damming flow,
c...
Saturday 9th February 2013 9:39 am
A Crying Shame
Shame - the greatest shambles; a sham
sex and guilt, beauty and modesty; molest
pitted in the stomach like acid,
spat swallowed pity, feeding starvation, an unquenchable famish, unsensibly sore
malnourished habits die hard, and lonely, resentfully
twisting and turning and diving, deprived
Lies for eyes, for ears and the nose; twitch
flies on the flesh of ...
Friday 25th January 2013 5:48 pm
Oh Darkness, Sweet Darkness
With my acuminous arm
I saved her wretched soul, like the others,
I drew the blood through clotted veins
And lay her down upon the blackness.
I cleaved the meats from her ivory.
He knelt with me and watched her filth, her poison
Pour through the cobbled streets
Into welcoming drains.
Plucked from the cadaver,
Her vessels of virility are no more;
The erroneous allocatio...
Sunday 20th January 2013 12:25 pm
Mortality
I see him at my window tonight.
The moon, full and bright
Casts his dark shadow onto an icy wall.
A familiar silhouette, unmistakable,
Pressed against the pane.
The cold melts his breath into feathery diamonds
Running in thin veins down the thick glass.
His face, hidden and veiled in black
Glances my way and nods;
I nod back
Acceptingly. Suddenly,
The glass no longer divid...
Monday 14th January 2013 4:43 pm
Choices
Saturday 12th January 2013 1:54 pm
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