pacing up and down
no one around
to hear the sound of me screaming
my gut wrenching squealing
might as well stop breathing
grab my wrists
and pin me down
I'll writhe around
but I wont go down
without a fight
I'll make a real sight
for sore eyes
my incessant cries
I'll be a right pain in the back-side
I'll flail around
'til theres no more sound
coming from my lungs
and it seems like I'm done
but no, ha, it's just begun
and I'll just try harder
as my breathing gets drowned
but there's no one around
to hear the sounds
coming from my mouth
as my eyes start bleeding
the silence deceiving
as my words are still beating
and so I tear at the skin
that's lurking within
but then I start shaking
from the commotion it's making
and I start to come down
because there's no one around
to hear the sounds
of me breathing
as I stare at the ceiling
Mundane Mondays, tedious Tuesda'
8 o clock starts and sugar free muesli.
Wednesday's the mile point that breaks up the toil,
By Thursday you've buried your head in the soil.
Fridays the high day when weekend begins,
People mince round the office with permanent grins.
They're happy go lucky and no-one can spoil it, Read more...
Poetry - I Probably Deserved It By Mike Watts
Early hours Monday
I had this mad episode
I thought I was being
I could feel the pressure
Around my throat
Fingers crushing my
Poetry - Squaddie By Terry Ireland
You've got to have been a squaddie
To understand the life;
The friendships that are sometimes
Closer than a wife.
You can see them on the streets
Seldom on their own.
Squaddie life doesn't support
Much time spent alone. Read more...
Poetry - The Four Corners of the Earth By Christian Bundegaard
Sparks when the plough strikes our forefathers' helmets.
New soldiers on manoeuvres drink milk by the dry-stone wall.
Only creeping blue moss in winter sun knows
which moments eternity is connected to.
In the early misty morning the forest
And a man with a kopper shadow expire.
A green bird sits on a branch. Read more...
Poetry - The King is Bread, Long Life Milk From a collection of short stories and humorous poetry, The Unitary Authority of Ersatz by Richard Sutherland
O Foodstuff Golem King with eyes of pastrami,
lettuce leaf tongue and nostril salami,
as you perch on your throne of marmalade shred,
I can't help but gaze at your strawberry head.
How I long to lick sugar from those big doughnut ears,
and dip crumpet hands in sweet chocolaty tears.
You were always delicious, even as a baby,
nappies just perfect for soaking up gravy;
Poetry - The Festive Fifty By Jim Higo (Repubished with additions)
I could top the charts with a power number,
A political song, raise the masses from slumber,
Do a gig on the Humber.
Dance on stage with footwork nifty,
I'd rather be in the festive fifty.
I could get Mick Jones to produce my single,
Go to A list parties, and mingle,
Write a radio jingle.
Poetry - Industrial Dispute By Terry Ireland
in the warehouse
nearly empty shelves
they'd been ram raided
By a bunch
of discontented elves Recently
Poetry - Letters From Santa By Bronwyn Ellis
Dear little children near and far,
No matter just how good you are,
I've had enough I'm sad to say,
I won't be working Christmas day.
And so I write my grave confession,
I've fallen to the lands recession,
My reindeer Rudolph broke his hoof,
My heating bill is through the roof,
Poetry - Competition Commission By Joe Hakim
The rain crackles like static
on the window
and the laptop sighs at the end
of the bed. Fucked off by
forces I control
I roll cigarettes and wait
for a break, and flip
bleached coppers into
Poetry - Mugabe's Prayer By Terry Ireland
Thank you Good Lord
For this fine day
On which my power
Still holds sway
You will of course
I think agree
You get much support Read more...
Poetry - The Vicious Circle By Lee Cassanell
Day twenty nine and the rum had run out
I woke up in the hold with the driest of mouths
In a dress made of lace and a pain in my arse
I recalled being tied to the foot of the mast
Then recoiled at the thought of the cabin boys fate
There were sharks off the bough so we used him as bait
And his screams as the fiends shredded meat from his chops Read more...
Poetry - Jesus (Who's He?) By Bernard Franklin
Sometimes I pray so hard at Christmas
That the world will look again,
At the reasons why we have to take
Sweet Jesus name in vain.
Where once the commercial side of Christmas
Was a seedy sin we bore,
It's now outstripped the gospel's teaching Read more...
Poetry - Commercial Christmas By Mark Walmsley
At last it's here the twenty fifth of December
The excitement, anticipation all our friends we remember
Food and presents, decorations in all their glory
Candles, mistletoe, mulled wine, chestnuts and holly
But in the North Pole, all is misery and gloom
No elves are working, no toys in any room
Last Christmas used all the money that was left Read more...
Poetry - 'Twas the Night Before Christmas By Bronwyn Ellis
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
But nobody lay sound asleep in their beds,
They were all sat in A and E, pissed out their heads.
There was Dancer and Prancer, the twins from East Hull,
No teeth and a beard, but they still tried to pull.
They drooled at the mouth, as they clutched their gold purses,
Poetry - Tidings of Comfort and Joy? By Terry Ireland
The Sally Army band play their Carols in the street,
Deftly being avoided by hurrying scurrying feet
Of those busy shoppers hoping they can still
Find more alleged bargains this season of good will.
She sees pinched strained faces of those passing by,
Notices how very few will look her in the eye; Read more...
Poetry - The Way You Love Me By Bronwyn Ellis
We kissed for hours
One thing led to another
And as I let my breath recover
You held me tight as if to say
Not I love you
...Just Thank you
I pressed my lips against your head
Poetry - Sweet As A Nut By Mike Watts
I'm under the shower
Just about finished
I turn the dial
Squeak back my wet hair
I pull back the curtain
And with one foot up
On the side of the bath