Who is the mother of the sun?
Who is the father of the tide?
Why must we promenade, walk, not run?
And where do redundant Saturday's hide?
Simple questions. Answer them.
Are we who, what where or when?
Poetry - Not One Of Us? By Chris Dawber
He tramps the streets of shadowed life,
The wrong side of the two edged knife.
No miscreant he, not understood,
No misericorde*, to kiss his blood.
We think we know him, but know him nought,
For can we know the man's distraught.
Past the local, lively chat,
Poetry - Stained Image By Chris Dawber
Pretty her, pity her, poor girl,
Product of playful mankind,
Wanton, wanting, needing, bleeding,
A virginal slut, maligned,
Who's the instigator? Is there a God?
If there is, is he doing his job?
Poetry - Judges Solution By Chris Dawber
Judge and Clerk in chambers,
Before the mornings court,
Behind every crime an addict,
Increases heroin bought.
Each addict becomes a pusher,
Who then makes a hundred more.
The law is losing hands down,
Poetry - Here For A Purpose? By Chris Dawber
I'm the Unknown Warrior,
A man, with dubious fame.
I lie here, as a symbol,
But no-one knows my name.
But remember, I was a person,
I lived, I breathed, I swore,
A typical, frightened Tommie,
One more victim of your war.
Poetry - Tagged By Joe Hakim
It's a corpse that won't stay buried,
an image that is ferried
across a sea of cables into the port
of my memory. Trapped in a monitor screen,
faces that I haven't seen for 2 decades
invade the present; a message sent
to remind me of a past I'd rather forget
Poetry - Valentine By Phil Pretheroe
My valentines a drunkard, a psychopathic mess,
like a schizophrenic's abstinence-ending wet dream,
he's 86 personalities and they're all hard to impress.
Sometimes he never really smiles, never laughs aloud,
never talks to people who want to be part of a crowd.
'Peacocks', 'wankers', 'scum of the earth!' -
Poetry - From This Place By Tim Roux
The death of a murderer is not so sad,
It but takes away what he never had.
And if you find this a somber text,
I speak of this life, not the next.
Where he may recline on sun-kissed beaches,
Breathing hope and slurping peaches,
Knowing his worst life to be done,
Poetry - Ring By Laurenceaux
There's a ring of truth upon my finger
protecting me from the past.
A ring of contentment white with age
forever more to last.
A sign of fidelity
in a groove of mutated skin,
Poetry - Insane and Crude But True By Tim Roux
I feel like championing rusty causes
In the dark, whispering recesses of the world.
I know that it makes no sense
And that bankruptcy and derision loom
But I still have an altar in my heart
And a wild desire to save the world.
Poetry - The Slot By Mike Watts
A beer would be fatal
And relaxing's out
I need to move about
Sip at a coffee
That I'll pour away
I'll take my third
Poetry - Should Time Stand Still By A J Grant
Should time stand still for just one day,
What would you do the people say,
Climb Mountains high swim oceans deep,
Ride rapid rivers a parachute leap,
Sleep with the girl you see each day,
Behind her desk never looks your way,
Or sit and stare out into space,
Poetry - The Kings Town By Tom Stratton
England, you tear me apart.
From your southern shores
To your northern, rotten streets
Bearing down on my groggy mind.
Your poles repel me
And I rebel with all I have
Against your loving charms
Poetry - My Angel Annie By Paul England
For now you sleep with angels
while the angels sleep with you
I forever hold that love you gave
in my heart it stays so true
Those little things you did for me
no words could now reveal
an angel sent from heaven
Poetry - The Ex (to See) By Phil Pretheroe
As she walked in he didn't know what to do,
should he be mad or happy or somewhere in between?
The love of the life so far greets him with a smile, a kiss and a hug.
It's been so long that all the resentment lies cold as a rare touch of happiness warmly returns and a smile is mirrored back.
It's all a lie
both you and I
were never meant to be
An accident of circumstance and methane from the sea
There is no plan
No big 'I am'
is floating high above us
Poetry - You know By Mike Watts
You shadow me
Like a crow
Fall on me
Like black snow
And from a burnt sky
Thick with filthy rain,
You pollute my brain.
Poetry - Unlimited Social Ailments By Laurenceaux
Andrea was a coke-head,
she took it to the max.
She peppered her body regularly,
but never knew the facts.
She knew she was lovin' it,
she knew she had wings,
She knew she had tracks,
Poetry - Acute Gravity By Steve Rudd
The gravity of words; the line that's drawn in sand,
The love that just won't die; the unrepentant man.
These are the things we must never speak of.
These are the kinds of crimes perpetrated by the blind.
So much for the life and times of a bankrupt megalomaniac,
Not to mention the lows and the highs
Poetry - Etherlink By Terry Ireland
I am thirty five she typed
Which was just a trifle naughty
For she was quite a long long way
The other side of forty
Just the age I like he typed
For I am nearly thirty nine
And I just love to chat with one
Poetry - The Face on the Henhouse Floor or Brewster's Last Stand ... By Maurice Fairfield
In the world of chooks
There's no place for sooks
And a rooster must stand tall
It's the toughest bird that rules the roost
And the weak go to the wall
Now Brewster the Sussex rooster
Was solid and stringy and lean
Poetry - Feelings (republished with audio MP3 download) By Laurenceaux
I thought my love was underhand.
But how wrong.
It welled up and filled my soul.
Fast: 'till I could not hold.
And how it came I cannot explain.
But I am glad.
Poetry - Two Things By Mike Watts
Marooned without money
Watching the rain
Trickle skinny rivers
Down the glass
Poetry - Larkin About By Gary Clark
I knew it was Philip Larkin
That bloke in the park
With his long dirty raincoat and walks after dark
Stood on the corner watching the Hull folk go by
Single mothers with push chairs met with a condescending eye
That strange bloke from Coventry Wearing a stupid brown hat.
Poetry - Haiku By Scott Rorrison
Trees are shimmering
Under a gold fluorescent
Light, city at night.
Indie kids are cool
We all want to be like you,
Call centre fodder.
Clean Yorkshire Sundays
Poetry - Period Piece iii By Terry Ireland
'twas Christmas day in the work house
Time for the residents' annual treat
The warden opened the kitchen door
So they could smell his cooking meat
Now to our more modern minds
That could be thought of as cruel
But he thought it added spice
Poetry - Christmas Poem By Manuro
The defecating swordfish of inhaled time:
Tinsel on the tree of standing up,
With baubles like the dignified bollocks
Of elastic wind-up snails that throbbed
Once too often for comfort according to
Father Christmas, the rich Mr. Fat Ass.
Poetry - Good morning Hangover! By Phil Pretheroe
Well good morning there, I'd ask how you are
but I'm your hangover and I'm here like an unwanted scar!
Thank me for your eyes burning, your head jumping and your stomach using the back of your tongue as a bungee that won't stop churning.
Poetry - Most People Poems Fail By Patrick Henry For Adrian Mitchell, 1932-2008
That kind of writing ignores most people,
Who will say 'to hell with it', one voice warned,
When times struck crisis through the 'Sixties:
Classes and ages splitting: defence against revolt.
Songs and protests over Rights of the outsiders threatened,
Sparked gulfs between safe
Poetry - Saturday Sob Story By Joe Hakim
I wasn't shown enough love as a child,
spent my teenage years running wild.
My uncle abused me in his garden shed,
all the bullies at school messed with my head.
I nearly lost it when my best friend died,
I haven't spoke to my dad since he went inside, Read more...
Poetry - The Joy Of Realisation ... By Kerri R.
The joy of the heart.
The skip of the beat.
When you realise.
You can do this.
The mind delays joy.
And pushes forth.
God is everywhere.
God gives free will.
We don't understand this, because it allows souls their agendas
When planes crash, sometimes people die
But what if contracts were finished?
Millions starve on television screens
Poetry - Colonic Irrigation By Manuro, Top Poet (based on an idea by Turduro, smelliest fan)
Centreparcs for sweetcorn
(Perfect, now scant sorcerer)
I'm flushed with success
(Swift schedule is much)
Mushrooms from 1986
(Hhm, so rumors of 1698)
Rinsed from my tubes
Poetry - Winter Sports By Mike Watts
Dogs that pause
Up icy poles
To a deadly shot
Poetry - Where Is God? By Michelle Dee
Where is God?
God is in the air. Where is God when planes
career from the skies shattering dreams below?
God is in the earth. Where is God when crops fail and
millions starve on television screens?
God is in our minds. Where is God when armies
slaughter thousands without a thought?
Poetry - Who Turned On The Lights By Lee Cassanell
A strange kind of karma is sweeping my floor
These are turbulent times for the terminally bored
A foreboding is brewing
The plagues at his peak
We might not last the day never mind last the week.
Let us sleep
Poetry - Somewhere Beneath Me By Joe Hakim
twisted tongues flap
like a broken reel of film
as it runs through a projector
white screen supernova
burns words into retinas
dead fingers tap
Poetry - Birds Like That By Mike Watts
Got chatting to this lass
She was as fit as fuck
You would have took
Her for a model
She was class
So I shot to the bar
Poetry - Midnight By Laurenceaux
Tiptoe to my chamber,
as the clock it strikes the hour;
the hour of day to day.
Tiptoe to my chamber,
and knock upon my door;
that knock I've often heard before.
Poetry - Look Close. Who Are You? By Kerri R.
Look for your heart.
Tell me when you find it.
What does it say.
What does it want.
Close your eyes.
Watch the darkness.
Do you feel hollow.
Poetry - Introspection Poem By Manuro
Poetry - I Don't Like Christmas (Inspired by the Boomtown Rats) By Laura Fry
All the crass decorations are in the shops
Despite the fact that it's only October
And with all the same inane songs on the radio
I really don't feel like staying sober
I tell you half the world is starving
But you truly don't give a damn
And I can see no reason
Poetry - The National Day Of Mourning (or The American Way) By Del Abe Jones.
For some it's a Day of Thanks
And for some a Day to Mourn
With those conflicting stories
Of how Thanksgiving was born.
Some say a friendly gathering
Of Pilgrims and the Indians
People from a far off Land
Poetry - Thanksgiving By Del Abe Jones.
A day for the turkey
Candied yams and pumpkin pie
The time to gather family
To gives thanks, is really why
For, the bounty on our tables
And the freedoms, we all share
To do what'ere we're able
To travel here and there
Poetry - Aardvark By Terry Ireland
I went for a walk with an Aardvark
In a forest of beer bottle trees,
Entranced by their gentle swaying,
Hanging and clinking in the breeze;
And I found a top spanner bush
Growing at a convenient height
And me and my friend the Aardvark
Poetry - The Girl With The Dynamite Kiss By Lee Cassanell
Stuck in reverse and a rum from the hearse
but then worse things still happen at sea.
I've taken up cards but I don't have the hearts and the clubs won't stop raining on me.
I've checked all the faces and tossed all the aces
the places I've been don't exist.
Poetry - Life Lines By Joe Hakim
There are the times when
you expect it to save you.
When everything else has
fallen to pieces
and you're caught between
wanting to hurt yourself and
Poetry - Lines So Deep By Paul England
I'm writing lines so near
cos maybe I'm not you
can you feel this too
as I rhyme my life so true
can you still propel
while the world all thought you fell
Poetry - Oh What a Lovely War By Laurenceaux
The war wasted men,
the trench souls
puppeteered from above
by mustachioed children.
crawled over dead
Poetry - Sizdah Be Dar By Lee Cassanell
Jocose lies from joker's lips
Upon this day
The truth is flipped
I read the runes
Poetry - Poppy Day 11th November By Terry Ireland Photograph by Graham Tall
The long dead soldier on the Cenotaph
Lies above each scarlet wreath
Precisely placed by each dignitary
On that stone plinth beneath.
A solitary bugle pours out
The haunting liquid sounds
Of tribute and remembrance
Into those streets all around.
Poetry - READ This!. By Danny James Archer
You trust in words,
the 'paper' they are written on is a lie to begin with.
We believe in verbs and nouns but who invented them?
'the person who wrote your history book made it all up!'
Apparently a man made the world in 7 days.
A 'TOP SELLER' as well, it always will be.
Poetry - Mind the Gap By Joe Hakim
all of us crammed in
like last minute revision.
As I hurtle towards my destination,
I'm surrounded by
people with headphones stuffed
Poetry - A Sea By Another Name By Lin Whitehouse
I always wanted to live by the sea
to watch the waves licking, tickling the shore,
the ebb and flow smoothing sharp angles of discarded glass,
worthless jewels, strewn among the flotsam.
I always wanted to observe the ever changing
colours of the seasons. On windy days