Britain (Remove filter)
You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
Brit-Wres-Fest 2012 - NaPoWriMo Piece
First time he'd ever been,
First time he'd ever seen
imaginations running wild brother,
see it to believe it.
As British as fish and chips
on a sunny London afternoon.
3 way dance or triple threat,
call it what you like but never forget
the joy,
the elation
the anticipation.
As Ligero drives the crowd wild,
the show stealer got robbed
...Friday 6th April 2012 5:56 pm
Something's gotten hold of my heart
For him the song took a whole new meaning,
a control that made him wish to control others.
“Something's gotten hold of my heart”
an evil, a darkness
he mused on midnight
and the encroaching demonic hours.
3am and a stereo's blazing in a stolen Volkswagen Beetle
inaudible white noise, a prerequisite
for the red mist to follow.
“He see...
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:10 pm
Recent Comments
Marla Joy on Favorite Poet
2 hours ago
Robert Mann on The Emptiness of Self-Love
2 hours ago
Steve White on Look! Here's Me as an Action Figure!
5 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on Look! Here's Me as an Action Figure!
6 hours ago
Stephen Gospage on The Bitter Cup
6 hours ago
R A Porter on Goodbye, America
7 hours ago
Hélène on Instructions For Bedtime
7 hours ago
Hélène on The Bitter Cup
7 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Trees.
7 hours ago
Hélène on Favorite Poet
7 hours ago