November 21, 2017

November 21, 2107 (haiku)

by Bastet

spring snowdrops
(now loam feeding worms)
winter memory

gsk’17

 

 

inspired by:

With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man’s knead,
And then of the Last Harvest sowed the Seed:
Yea, the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

© Omar Khayyam (Tr. FitzGerald)

 

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November 21, 2017

Autumn’s Glory

by Jem Croucher

It’s lovely in St James’ Park
around this time of year
As all the trees are turning
now the autumn time is here Continue reading

November 21, 2017

Words are dagger

by dharkanein

Your words are like dagger

Sunk deep in my heart

Though you spoke days before

But the sting is there to stay

Pain I cannot bear
Continue reading

November 21, 2017

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by dokurtybitz

Prickly marble
Cold to the touch,
Darting in and out of
Searing streams
Acclimation comes quickly
As the dust grit
From the work day
Sluices off,
Soap
A bubbly, slick sheath,
Flowing off and down the drain.

November 21, 2017

HAIKU: IT WILL BLOSSOM

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

I Will Write About Continue reading

November 21, 2017

MORNING DEMONSTRATIONS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

 I Wake Each Morning
With The Dawn
And Go And Put
The Coffee On 

Then Come To Wake You
With A Kiss Continue reading

November 21, 2017

#119 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry = Continue reading

November 21, 2017

Pathway to Peace

by Colly

christmas birth

Deliverance comes when you open the door to truth !

Continue reading

November 20, 2017

Dream Vision

by Richard Rensberry, author at QuickTurtle Books®

Pointed Fingers

Even when I’m asleep
I’m awake, producing things
inflammatory or illegal
to the spooks that would govern
our concepts of light. Continue reading

November 20, 2017

Autumn Reflections (haiku -tanka)

by Bastet

Autumn Reflection

 

orange squash
bubbling in a pot
silence deepens
then from the window
laughter! children playing ball

evening shadow
in the naked kaki* tree
a last leaf falls

gsk ’17

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November 20, 2017

Squirrel II

by Jem Croucher

I met a little squirrel
in St James’ park today
He stopped and looked straight up at me
I think, as if to say
That if I were to be so kind
A little titbit please
‘For I’m find it quite hard
to find my nuts amongst the leaves’ Continue reading

November 20, 2017

#118 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry = Continue reading

November 20, 2017

HAIKU: THE PEOPLE VOTED

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

The People Voted Continue reading

November 20, 2017

MEMORIES GONE ROGUE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I keep secrets and memories
buried deeply in my heart
the ones I treasure most
locked away from my mind Continue reading

November 19, 2017

Glimpses

by John S

I mix about and silhouette
with spices, airs and colors.
It is jumbled, though – my palette-
perhaps wearisome for others.

Continue reading

November 19, 2017

The small hours

by Jem Croucher

Five a.m. It’s very quiet
not a sound here to be heard
Just the ticking of the mantle clock
and an early morning bird Continue reading

November 19, 2017

#117 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry = Continue reading

November 19, 2017

HAIKU: CHEATERS AND LIARS

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Cheaters And Liars Continue reading

November 19, 2017

I AM A WATCHER OF THE NIGHT

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

I Wait Patiently
For The Sun
To Set
In The Western
Sky
For The Light Of Day
To Finally Die,
 Away  Continue reading

November 18, 2017

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by dokurtybitz

Waking to,
Her finger gently rubbing my Continue reading

November 18, 2017

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by dokurtybitz

Hatred fills the air,
Foul breath of the daemon Continue reading

November 18, 2017

Winter’s Respite

by Colly

Image, Shutterstock

 

another fire place scene

 

Winter’s Respite Continue reading

November 18, 2017

Journeys

by mkvecchitto

Journeys

 

Of blood and sacrifice

and curiosity for what may be

I wonder if it is worth the price

of blood and sacrifice Continue reading

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November 18, 2017

“A warm smile is one beyond compare”

by Harry

Submitted by zaroffpoetry

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Can i count on you to call me home
black sparrow

you don’t really know someone until you make their toes curl

pulling their head back
with hair
Cumming in them
biting their
tender
bottom lip
tasting their saliva
while they quiver
around your epidermis
Continue reading

November 18, 2017

Between Us

by Harry

Submitted by Christine Magee

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I need you now
yet the air between us
is so crammed with silence
that my words
cannot find their way
to your ears
we cannot kiss
with a moon separating us
Continue reading

November 18, 2017

Slumber

by Jem Croucher

The candle and the music
of an evening warm inside
Slumber slowly beckons
as the day and night collide
And as my pen finds solace
with a verse to capture this
with music an encouragement
I slip away to bliss Continue reading

November 18, 2017

IMAGINARY ARTIST

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm 

Painting On A Canvass
That’s Wider Than The Sky
With All The Hues And Colors
The Limitless Mind’s Eye  Continue reading

November 18, 2017

#116 POETRY =

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Poetry = Continue reading