MADNESS?

Is it madness to want to speak to and smile at the people we meet on the streets, as we pass each other, our eyes to the ground, complaining on tired achy feet.   Is it madness for our children to play outside in the knowledge they won’t come to harm, that a stranger isn’t…

THE BALLAD OF THE LOOPY HAMSTER

“You’ll be safe, I promise”, reassured his mum. “But it’s not you, Mum, who’ll end up on your bum!” A conversation they’d had almost every week but it didn’t make his knees feel any less weak. “Now come along, Harry, stop messing about, go finish your homework whilst I clean up this house. The show…

REFLECTIONS OF A LIFE

Gaze into the mirror; at the face behind the mask and wonder if it’s really you, or don’t you dare to ask? Who can know what lies beyond the mirrors fragile face, reflections of another life; another time and place? Touch the chill upon the glass and see a tiny ripple, was it real or…

ONE LAST SHOT

The whiskey stains upon the bar tell scores of many sad tales, of love, loss and tragic lives; and drink to drown out the wails. Another dejected, washed out soul seeks solace within the shot glass, to wash away the mournful memory of another heart-broken pass. Another wheeler-dealer, another gambling god, another weary player bet…

THE BALLAD OF KEVIN THE KANGAROO

Kevin the Kangaroo just couldn’t hop and jump, whilst all his friends were playing he would sit there like a grump. They’d jump across the fences and jump across the land leaping and laughing and waving their small hands They’d race all around on their powerful back legs, then jump over washing lines with colourful…

COLD RAIN

A cold deserted alleyway, dark as a desolate grave. Away off in the distance, dogs howling their dismay. A winter wind is gathering, blowing tattered old papers away. With tired forgotten faces and the news of yesterday. Discarded cans and bottles clatter on down silent streets. The chill night air is biting as he pulls…

ETERNAL LOVE

Let me feel your tender winds beneath my tired and aching arms, that I may catch a much needed breath.   Let me lay my weary head in the comfort of your bosom, close my tired eyes, sleep a while.   And if, when I wake from my slumber, I have sailed away into the…

END OF THE LINE

The heat of a sultry summers’ day and the news wasn’t good, you were going away.   Vow’s made down by the lover’s brook are just trickling memories of the love that you took.   A heart that once was full of life is now just a shell on the edge of a knife.  …

DARK PANACEA

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THE SPOILS OF WAR. (Read by Alan S Johnson)

And the troops go marching proudly by as she wipes a tear from her weary eyes, the one that she seeks, she will never again hold for he died at his post; he was thirty years old.   The colours fly high on a cool autumn breeze as man and boy march with well practiced…

THE STORY OF ADAM AND EVE…

…FROM THE SNAKE’S POINT OF VIEW. By Paul Griffiths      Ok Yesssss I admit it I was in the Forbidden Apple tree. Down in the Garden of Eden, there was Adam, Eve and Me. Now both of them were naked, except for a little leaf to cover their modesty. It’s lucky us Snakes are…

“SHUT UP AND DIE” by Tom Higgins

The executioner’s sword’s been flashing chopping off dozens of heads the Western powers are very muted considering that forty eight people are dead. The Iranians are screaming blue murder in a great self-righteous rant, whilst hanging gays and poets, oh the world is full of cant. The world is filled by bullshit too deep above…

A Conversation: Darren Scanlon

Originally posted on leannepoetry:
Sunlight was only created to fade With the waxing moon o’er a winters glade Counting the concrete steps, we made To the water’s edge where the Heron’s wade In a constraint of time, worn and frayed And the pendulum swings though heavily laid As we harsh the trials of this crusade…

Interview with Cosmic #BlogBattle Co-Winner Darren Scanlon

Originally posted on Rachael Ritchey:
Hello everyone! As you may know, the Cosmic #BlogBattle had a tie for winners. Congrats to both Darren Scanlon & E. Rawls on your joint victory! E. has been interviewed before, and I sent her an email earlier asking if she’d like to do it again, so there may be…

TO LIVE…

  For TOO LONG you have allowed the past to affect you! For TOO LONG you have taken personally what others say about you! For TOO LONG you have stood on the sidelines watching others thrive! For TOO MANY NIGHTS you have gone to bed worrying about what may be. For TOO LONG you have…

Jerusalem

(I’m not religious by any stretch of the imagination but whenever I hear this hymn being belted out by a choir, I get goosebumps!) JERUSALEM And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England’s mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On England’s pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine…