Poems
Fruity
Mon, 30/01/2012 - 09:58 — Melanie DuncanA melee of flavours you are
As sweet as you can be
Sourness does not evade you
But I love fruit...
For its natural sweetness
A treat for my tastebuds
A work in progress
Change
Mon, 30/01/2012 - 09:49 — Melanie DuncanSo you dont want to change
What am I supposed to do
What have we been doing then
You already have
Because this is not what I signed up for
Loud silences
Reminiscent of times
When I had no choice
But to allow
My moods to be dictated
Cause children can't challenge adults
But I am now a woman
With choice and free will
Somethings got to give
But it wont be me.
Melanie Duncan (c)
Levenshulme (Manchester) Praise-Song
Wed, 18/01/2012 - 18:34 — Pete KaluBack on Stockport Rd road I spot a red red sled dangling on a shop hook – if it snows this month it’ll be good for when she visits, though Levenshulme is all flat bogs, I could be a husky to her driver, rope round my waist – now would that be hernia territory or good for the heart according to the doctors at the blue cube surgery by car crash junction where I haven’t yet registered? -the one next to the unfinished mosque (Donations dried up? Planning trouble?) - you know the one?
Fire Is Dangerous
Wed, 18/01/2012 - 18:27 — Pete KaluFire Is Dangerous
Fire Is Dangerous. Never Play With Fire.
This was solemnly told to me by mum on the occasion
Of my half burning the kitchen down trying to see
Whether sliced potato would fry if placed in the grill
Of the cooker with a drop of oil.
‘Half’ was my mum’s exaggeration. Apart from
Blackened windows and a slight charred smell
In the air, the kitchen was untouched.
But I behaved. I did not do any more culinary experiments.
Months later my dad was fixing his car
And could not get a nut loose from a bolt.
A New Start
Wed, 04/01/2012 - 17:14 — Danni
Well I have always steered clear from writing too much on blogs as I just saw it as people needing to moan or just talk about themselves a lot.
I would like to apologise for this crude view as I have seen it do so much more, it can be used for fun, to exercise those personal demons and all sorts in fact it is a very useful tool.
Anyway my name is Danni Skerritt and I am a lesser known writer meandering from genre to different medium if it can be written I have tried it or am in the process of making it happen.
Exult at the Result
Fri, 16/09/2011 - 22:21 — Ed KangaiHow I know my life's a failure
My phone remains unhacked
Or maybe no-one's told me yet
But if you see me grinning ear to ear
Know Scotland Yard just gave the word
Leading to inner raptures
'Companied by a-quickening stride
- spring in my step
Exultations! I'll have had a result
The compo's good
Pension? Who needs it!
Humble Bumble, Just Don't Hack It
Fri, 16/09/2011 - 21:15 — Ed KangaiSubtitle: When News is news
I haven't spoken to Rupert in ages
And I'm far from lacking in humility
as my former boss says
I now keep a low profile
As befitting my lifestyle
I'm at one with the hacked
A career move for some
That's paid off in so many ways
I drop in at police stations
Now and again
Such a pain
Talking to oinks on my need to keep silent
I wish not to
But to trumpet to the world
(Trumpet crumpet; yes all human life is here)
They Will Know
- as much as is legally possible
You get my meaning
My high-flying life is now becalmed
But yet, still
Just squiggle that’s all
Sun, 14/08/2011 - 15:49 — Wheelie88Just squiggle that’s all
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I bought the boss his robe; made him it last week. He cries; ‘I don’t wish to wear blue today. I’m not paying him.’
I played music for the lovers; they’d paid in complaints.
I said to the man behind the checkout: ‘you look nice to day.’ He replied, ‘you coming on to me?’ and punched my arse to the ground.
Hurt beaten and broken frankly.
I squiggled on the wall for free. The men over looking got paid to shout out ‘Get a squiggle on. We’ve got a meeting with our Oxford brothers at 2pm.’
Honest
Fri, 22/07/2011 - 13:28 — CulturewordBy Ed Kangai
Part1
We of the Honesty Party
Honestly haven't a clue
Besides, why would you expect a politician
To be clean, forthright, ethical
Get Real! do
Yes! We Stand For Principles
...'um...err-'a...o..our PR man will fill you in there
More BS like that we can honestly promise you
This, next, and every forthcoming year
Part2
We, Her Majesty's Government, are a pack of scoundrels
You'd anyway work that out soon enough
Talking straight clears the air at times
- I don't at this point speak off the cuff
Yeah; they voted us in fair and square
Some Text: Wolves
Sun, 26/06/2011 - 16:36 — DeyikaA textory from Hafsah Naib's Some Text series... and some words based on that work...
I found these bits of confetti, they led me to a strange clearing in the woods, I didn't bother screaming for help just howled to the wolves so that our ancient hunger could be satisfied.
Some Text (c) Hafsah Naib 2011
I'm too curious.
Someone had left the word
'strange'
in the grass.
As I approached it,
I could see more,
'clearing'
and beyond that 'woods'.
The bushes were getting thicker.
I could see a word to my left
but 'help' was ahead.
