Great!! Wonderful, powerful words.

Comment is about DREAMS AND LIES (blog)

Original item by ray pool

I've been that sullen man once or twice Jon.

Comment is about Embrace (blog)

Original item by Jon Stainsby

Apparently there is an experimental manmade cave which is designed to remove any noise at all, in which people have claimed to hear inner body sounds. Can you imagine? No need to go that far, but up a mountain is a good place, where a sense of holiness can survive. This is a rip roaring poem in desperation. Nicely expressed.

You're right about super lighting, pretty horrendous. Martin has it right too about sensitives.

Ray

Comment is about Sensory Intensity (blog)

Original item by Janey Colbourne

The causes of the commencement of warfare rarely change.
Greed, envy, religious differences, a need to dominate and
fear of various things, such as losing control and influence.
These will see a response, depending on their perceived
threat, short or long term and are common throughout
the world. Every generation must deal with them if global
history is any guide, up to and including the present. It may be a source of condemnation and regret but it remains
a worldwide reality without irrevocable resolution. That is
its true tragedy and the cross humanity has to bear for some unexplained "blueprint" reason in our genetic make-up.

Comment is about Not in our Name (blog)

Original item by keith jeffries

The need to "clean up our act" should always be recognised
and worth a reminder now and then....like this poem!
There is, however, the corresponding fact
That we have the insight to know and act
To meet the dangers and see them gone
As Mankind and Progress marches on.

Comment is about Humans: the race that plagues the Earth (blog)

Original item by HayzTee

The concentration of common phrases to describe a "loose cannon" (as distinct from the religious spelling!) is to be
admired. Prince Charles for one would surely enjoy this!

Comment is about One sandwich short (blog)

Original item by Tim Ellis

This is really impressive.
So many words and sayings to put a person down.
Yet he is human and worthy too.

Hannah

Comment is about One sandwich short (blog)

Original item by Tim Ellis

beautifully described as ever Ray

Comment is about THE HOUSE OF USHER (blog)

Original item by ray pool

This is an absolute stunner of a poem Tommy. I love the metaphor here. I think war often has been a complete pantomime. certainly the first world war was no exception
Nice one

Comment is about Trench-war development (blog)

Original item by Tommy Carroll

I am sure I heard that this really did happen.
Oops indeed !

Hannah

Comment is about Oops... (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

As Hammerstein wrote for his song "Bill" in Carousel:
What if he is a she?
Keep them coming, Hugh. They help brighten any day.
P.S. I'm still chuckling over your one about the "no-bell" prize - found elsewhere!

Comment is about A period problem , a pupil problem and a lame excuse (blog)

Original item by hugh

I know they have chocolates and a little statue of a child
peeing. Maybe that fellow thought Belgium needed a bit
more than being the EU HQ to remind the world it exists?!

Comment is about Oops... (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

Wasn't quite sure whether you were talking about a person or an old door , either way it is nicely written and I love the mystery in that
Nice one

Comment is about The beauty of Age (blog)

Original item by DESMOND CHILDS

This is original and funny.

Hannah

Comment is about A period problem , a pupil problem and a lame excuse (blog)

Original item by hugh

Very moving, heartfelt, beautiful.
This poem is filled with pain and love.

Hannah

Comment is about This Lonely Journey (blog)

Original item by Taylor Crowshaw

I love - and always laugh at - that tale from the late lamented comedian/story-teller Dave Allen - about his
childhood graveside memory of hearing "into the hole he goes" for the words "and the Holy Ghost". Magic stuff!

Comment is about THE HOLY GHOST (blog)

Original item by ray pool

I often wonder whether being users of the written and spoken word that we are more often than not more attune to this sensory overload. I find going to London for any length of time is the worst experience ever.

Nice one Janey

Comment is about Sensory Intensity (blog)

Original item by Janey Colbourne

I totally agree with you here in terms of words misused. There are a whole plethora of words that are misused or overused. The word I really hate because it is over used and misused is solutions.
I think you are on a roll with the poetry you have been writing recently which is a lot more hard hitting.

Nice one Keith

Comment is about Dispossessed (blog)

Original item by keith jeffries

I like the fact that you do not pull any punches here Keith
Nice one

Comment is about Not in our Name (blog)

Original item by keith jeffries

Janey,

Thank you. I enjoyed this poem and share your urgent need to race off to some tranquil place. We seem to have created our own hell here on earth.

Good poem

Keith

Comment is about Sensory Intensity (blog)

Original item by Janey Colbourne

OCTOBER REVIEW: GREG HARPER'S FIFTH GIG AT WRITE ANGLE POETRY & MUSIC OPEN MIC

Whether he's singing about man's inhumanity to man, as in the Great War, or man's inhumanity to nature, as in fracking for profit, Greg Harper's songs are heart-rendingly appropriate. His melodious voice, his well turned lyrics and his soaring guitar music catches his deeply-felt emotions about the issues he addresses. His lyrics are poetic; his guitar playing is masterly; and he is a true performer.

The Write Angle audience was enthralled and the evening also brought in a good number of poets and musicians to share the limelight with Greg.

He started with an evocative song, Sweet River, about the changing countryside, in which the river still flows to the sea but no longer drives the mills in “the villages now hushed and deserted....paintwork all peeling and worn.” Then November Sky, a song about the bombing of Coventry a hundred years ago, based on the experience of three survivors: “...and time takes it away, a little bit further every day.” He followed this with Jezebel - “Does the smell of a lover linger on your skin?” - a complete, fascinating change of tone.

Adding harmonica to his guitar, he sang The River , prompted by the way we foul everything with plastic - “It makes me want to cry, to see something beautiful die.” Then belting out his anti-fracking song, a modern echo of Blake's dark satanic mills, Cool Clear Water - “Isn't it a shame, profit comes first.” Timely, with the start of operations and earthquakes in Lancashire! In No Damn Illusion, “you get nothing for free.” Greg followed with his song, Colours, which had been printed in a magazine; he had received a letter from someone whose life had been changed by reading it - “It seemed to me that everything was right there in its place.”

For King and for Country told of the hell in the trenches - “digging for my country, digging to survive, digging for the King, three cheers, digging for my life” tailing off into a thoughtful, mournful, slow riff. Gossamer Wings reminisced about the vanishing countryside of memory, followed by Birdsong, stimulated by a poem inscribed on a stone plinth on the Downs - comparing the peaceful life in the countryside with the trenches “But now I stare across no-mans-land....just waiting to kill a man like me.”

Meantime, at the open mic, Jilly Funnell sang Flowers on The Grass - “In the company of true friends, I am not alone.” Then, with her usual mastery of breaking-heart songs, she sang Looking Over My Shoulder - “Nothing lasts for ever and love's a funny thing.” Tongue in cheek, in Death, her poem said: “So he will try and search for me in all the wrong places,” up mountains and everywhere she is not. Richard Hawtree then read his poem about a Bishop of Winchester, Thirty-five Measures For Blind Bishop Fox 1448-1528, who created “seven flights of seven steps with seven paces between each flight so that you could ascend and descend like angels on Jacob's ladder...” Then there was The Night I spoke Irish in Surrey – a hilarious tour of the county culminating in “Next day we straggled out over Waterloo Bridge, the English jangling in our sorry heads.” He finished with Irish India, written in honour of Matthew Sweeney. We’re pleased to announce Richard has had a book of his poems accepted for publication

Newcomer, Fred Werner, stimulated by the discovery that his daughter was pregnant, wrote Love's Produce, Life's Ticket Reservation - “If I came from a seed, was my picture on the packet?” In The Wind Farm, he told of the dangers inherent in using natural gas produced by “dormitories full of wrinkly old chaps munching their sprouts.” He mused on what it would be like to ride a horse, in Beach Train - “like fingers drumming on a table top, the hooves so fast they cannot stop.”

Colin Eveleigh went sky diving with his family – indoors – and wrote about it in Pegasus Rising: “The heart is bound to race. But No! It's beautiful, uplifting, of course.” Ray Vogt with his plaintively wailing, resonator steel guitar, sang Seasick Steve's Walkin Man - “I'll stash my sleeping roll under your bed. That says more than anything.” Then he sang his Brexit song, David's Problem about Cameron's fruitless attempt to negotiate with Brussels.

Leah's Time On My Hands described an interesting shared taxi ride to the Tate: “The way he looked at me was just as he should.” Disappointed, she concluded: “You can find love in taxis but it's paintings that last.” Then I Stole A Skirt: caught stealing, “they locked me up in prison and they threw the book at me. The Book is Oliver Twist; it's great...I'm learning the art of something new: how to pickpocket....”

May read National Poetry Day, in which she would “take in the sun and rest on the wind ... laugh and dance and cry and sleep. …. lay down on the ground and stare into the night and marvel at the stars and howl at the moon.” Then Martin Niemöller's First They Came For The Communists – very topical in the modern witch-hunting age. In the light of that, May wrote Poets Awake, about the power of poetry - “Words are always much more than they seem.” With his hammer dulcimer, Bruce Parry played The Sky Boat Song then read his evocative Conker Time – “Conkers slide out from their summer coats, gleaming with autumn”; followed by the comic The Monkey Puzzle Tree and the Gingerbread House - “What's the point of a monkey puzzle tree with no monkeys to see?”.

It was a good evening for audience and performers – who all stayed longer than they normally do..The raffle sponsor was the excellent Links Tavern at Liphook with a meal for two.

Review is about WRITE ANGLE POETRY & MUSIC +OPEN MIC on 16 Oct 2018 (event)

Keith

I have done much research into this most unfortunate incident which occurred on the 11 October.

Of the actual worker for which you are concerned it has been said

'No worries. The airforce base worker is now paying it down 20 euro a month so it will work out in the end'

Another commentator made light of the disaster

'BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRT shit!

Standby observer ' Well at least you know they work now'

Another wondered 'What does this button do?'

I hope this sheds some light on your query Keith

Don ?

Comment is about Oops... (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

Can I join you..love it.?

Comment is about Sensory Intensity (blog)

Original item by Janey Colbourne

Thank you for the comment John. That's a very salient point you make. Fear has its part to play sadly. It seems so unfair being expected to adopt the full blown trappings of belief at that age. Good that you have emerged still with your own intact! A friend of mine endured torment from being gay with the same expectations of him to conform.

All the best, Ray

Comment is about THE HOLY GHOST (blog)

Original item by ray pool

Poor Bill's having trouble with periods
He's wondering what is in store
Then suddenly I realised what was happening
I seem to have read about Bill before ?

Comment is about A period problem , a pupil problem and a lame excuse (blog)

Original item by hugh

Thank you Jon and Taylor! ? I didn't expect anyone to like it to be frank...

So thank all of you, you too Becky!

Mae

Comment is about To My Beloved "Name Not Important" (had to be written down) (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

Don,

Thank you for this. I should not imagine that the Western Alliance has been seriously downgraded by the loss of a few Belgian jet fighters, however I would be intersted to know the fate of the worker responsible.

Keith

Comment is about Oops... (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

Best place to be. Love it.

Comment is about Sensory Intensity (blog)

Original item by Janey Colbourne

Didn't you know they take pot shots at cyclists for practice ? You must've gone under the radar ?

Comment is about Oops... (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

Thank you everyone

Comment is about Plasticiser (a plastic rap) (blog)

Original item by Janey Colbourne

Okay thanks, I understand what you mean now. Keep up the good work, I'm enjoying the magazine.

Comment is about Novae Litterature (S. Craciunas) (poet profile)

Original item by Novae Litterature (S. Craciunas)

Hang on a minute...Belgium have jets???!!!

Comment is about Oops... (blog)

Original item by Don Matthews

I am going to check out your ebook..excellent poem.

Comment is about One sandwich short (blog)

Original item by Tim Ellis

Heart wrenching, a powerful piece. As you say it had to be written down Mae. ?

Comment is about To My Beloved "Name Not Important" (had to be written down) (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

Still smiling. Thank you ?

Comment is about A Greek Limerick (blog)

Original item by Douglas MacGowan

I could relate to this poem in every way. Thank you for sharing..?

Comment is about Til Morning Light (blog)

Original item by Chiari Warrior Soldier

Lovely flow great imagery. ?

Comment is about Winter (blog)

Original item by Chris Hubbard

I really like this. Very powerful.

Thank you,

Jon.

Comment is about To My Beloved "Name Not Important" (had to be written down) (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

For me, the last two lines personify what it means to be human. Very well written piece.

Best wishes. x

Comment is about Til Morning Light (blog)

Original item by Chiari Warrior Soldier

Hi Ray,

As a small child I was taught to say bedtime prayers but couldn't bring myself to say "Holy Ghost" as it was too scary. Now as a lapsed Catholic since age 14 I prefer to just meditate on the great spirit - the life force that moves us all. I reckon I'm a Taoist these days.

I liked the line: From simple shack to spired edifice.

Comment is about THE HOLY GHOST (blog)

Original item by ray pool

Humor (or humour) is everywhere.
Especially in waiting rooms.

wink.

Comment is about M.C. Newberry (poet profile)

Original item by M.C. Newberry

(took a wrong turn, stuck now in Parenthesis)
good comeback!

Comment is about keith jeffries (poet profile)

Original item by keith jeffries

use fish net with long handle.

?

Comment is about Taylor Crowshaw (poet profile)

Original item by Taylor Crowshaw

New anthology available on Amazon

Comment is about received_176306736572335.jpeg (photo)

Original item by Taylor Crowshaw

What nonsense...I love it!

Comment is about A Greek Limerick (blog)

Original item by Douglas MacGowan

Thankyou every one

And it was purely for rhyme and because they're the most known for having a lot of pride for our countries is all ? nothing personal haha

Comment is about Humans: the race that plagues the Earth (blog)

Original item by HayzTee

John.

I have not read nor seen this before but the words of the sage ring true. I am particularly drawn to:

Do not be displeased at thy misfortune
All days are a fortune sent from God

The last two lines I relate to but surprised to find the Trinity mentioned in this work..

Thank you for this. I shall read it several times

Keith

Comment is about Taliesin (blog)

Original item by John E Marks

Thanks a lot Becky! It had to be written down... I'm glad it works!

Comment is about To My Beloved "Name Not Important" (had to be written down) (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

Strong stuff (no pun intended). I love the way this text hovers between being a poem, a prose poem and poetic prose. You have poured your heart into it and made a text that works.

Comment is about To My Beloved "Name Not Important" (had to be written down) (blog)

Original item by Mae Foreman

Thank you Keith and M.C. For your comments I very much appreciate them.


All the best des

Comment is about The beauty of Age (blog)

Original item by DESMOND CHILDS