This place has a crystal river
A shimmering snake of colour
Drizzling through a landscape
Of emerald and sapphire,
Framed and hung the thousand times
That I've closed my eyes
To see it.
And being alone suits me here
Cut free from the crash
That is my working day.
Here my fuel is unleaded
And my thoughts as deep
As the silent strength of waters'....
That demand nothing.
For in this nourishing silence
I exhale routine,
Loosen the grip of choking failure,
And drift -
(as the suns' warm breath
narrows my eyes,)
To a life that never shoves me.
Copyright Mike Watts 2008
Poetry - Another Shite Poem By The Criminally Awful Michelle Dee
A bed too far
A taxi too soon
Remember to note down
The name of that tune
Send a message to
An electric friend
Poetry - Poetry Is... By Joe Hakim
ask: What is
Is it about
Poetry - Hey! You! or: Recommended reading: ever tried reading your bookcase sideways at three in the morning after an afternoon drinking bacardi and coke (if not maybe you should)?.
where are you today?
your primark t-shirt passed my way
Poetry - Those Indie Chicks By Joe Hakim
With your asymmetrical haircuts
bleached almost white,
gonna have it large tonight,
drink and flirt
in your pencil thin skirts
and funky little tops
from the vintage clothes shops,
Poetry - Fucking Jeremy Kyle (what you don't see in Tesco's).
the thompsons are not quite in their right minds
as if they had spent a long time in the hospital,
their horse-high ambition
destined for the knackers
she with the birds nest hair
tuts into the living room
Poetry - The Lesson By Joe Hakim
There's a lesson to be learnt,
even if I don't know what it is.
I'm at a friend's house
and I'm checking my e-mail
and there it is:
a poetry organisation has
nominated me for
Poetry - Heron By Daphne Liver
Puffed up, portentous. Mortar board tassels
Flapping with distinction in the breeze, a heron
Has with ease cast off his fledgling's first year rags,
Graduating from estuary banks to next door's pond-
A task that has presented him a sharp thirst
It seems, as he sips at the siphon before sniping fish
Poetry - Snakes and Things By Andrea Longstaff
When I take pictures my eyes realign
At the end of the day I sleep in a barn
The wandering insane impinged on my pain
So I listened to music 'till sunrise
When she asked for my name I said "I don't know"
I'd forgot who I was a long time ago
Poetry - Now She's Gone By Mike Watts
Every Friday was pizza night
And we'd share a large pepperoni
With extra chilli
And a box of fries
Which I always dished out 60/40
Because she was too gorgeous
To be ruined by equal portions.
Poetry - I Can't Speak For You By Paul England
every turn I ever took
left me questioning my mind
I'm picking through my closet
but the truth is all I find
life has left me lost
feeling only blind
Poetry - The Petite Bourgeoisie By Laura Fry
Your parents did their best for you
And that's why money's always meant a lot
They were never well-to-do
So you'd do so much better, so you thought
Baby-boomer, Sixties child
Sex and money all rolled into one
Poetry - Juggling Chainsaws By Joe Hakim
There's a gig I need to do,
a flat I need to view.
There's a point to be proved,
a sofa to be moved.
There's a table to be cleared,
a reputation to be smeared.
There's a drink I'd like to taste,
Poetry - These Streets By Mike Watts
These streets are as mean
As a dog gone mad
The raised fist
Of a drunken dad
A thousand wasps
In a swarm of fury
A hot and hungry
Poetry - I'm Confused By Sven Rez
Two quid fifty a beer!
Out three times a week
Hundred quid for alcohol, taxis and that greasy kebab
And I'm not on about your mum
What about the drugs?
What about the new clothes for a night out?
Poetry - Depression and Grime By Laura Fry
The turkey is burnt, and nobody's learnt
That the whole malarkey is nothing but twaddle
Uncle Bert's put his new socks in the bin
And Grandma's on her third bottle of gin
Depression and grime
Poetry - Definition By Sven Rez
A degree does not bring happiness
A holiday does not bring joy
Sadness brings pain
Without sadness, no one will be happy
A light does not shine
A star cannot shoot
Poetry - The Crude Politics Of Petropublicans And Democradicals And Indepundits By Del Abe Jones.
Where do we get these people
Who fight new energy
Then, raise the price of oil
For their greedy industry?
Where do we get these people
Who build the cars we drive
Poetry - The Warriors Holiday By Del Abe Jones.
The holidays are upon us
And Christmas is drawing near
But for far too many Families
There won't be a 'Happy New Year'.
Their loved ones are off at War
In some far-off foreign land
Poetry - Dead Flowers By Paul England
I hate these fucking lines
the ones that tell the truth
these lines that tell the world
about my misplaced youth
lines of yesterday
still playing in my head
Poetry - Away from Here By Sven Rez
Meeting new people with same enthusiasm of life
To travel so far on my own
Out here, there is no stress or worries
A far cry away from home
Sitting here on the golden sands of paradise
The night filled with thousands ...
Poetry - Bruises Look Nicer in Twilight and Snowshoes Cause Blisters At Mealtimes By Andrea Longstaff
Smoking crack in a rickety shack
Hoovering up pygmies while wearing a mac
She was reminiscing about a girl called Jack
Well bugger me it's still raining.
The metaphor's ran a race for life
The Queen didn't mind when
Poetry - Nature At Its Best By Cathie McCarthy
Standing on the cliffs edge
Watching the sea at its best
Waves getting vicious and wild
Beating away at the lands coast
I almost feel the anger of this action
The strength it takes
As it washes away a little more land
Poetry - Somewhat Between Scenes... By John Winn
I saw butterflies flying in the sky
I notice that they do not fly so high
But drift along a pleasant breeze which is neither here nor there
With windows closed I can see darkness
Detached from a modern "bring down" world
Sacred texts hold you in place
Poetry - Chants By Shaun Heesom
I drank a glass of auld lang syne
And burned the mistletoe
I walked down 'Chants'
Like I used to do on Christmas Eve
Many times before
How it has changed
Who did this?
Poetry - The Next Buzz By Michelle Dee
I turn the corner there's a queue
going right down the street. The occasional shriek
as excited young girls, dream of men they might meet. My feet
make no sound as I pass around people standing.
Striding for the door I ..