"Start every day off with a smile and get it over with."
-WC Fields
(from the clearly busy team at Reuters)
Ocean by Paula Greene
Ocean
So beautiful my ocean
so compelling
but so dark and full of secrets
of lives and dreams
So much history
my ocean
so many lives lost
taken to your murky bed
But you are beautiful my ocean
but so cruel too
you take so easily
without recourse
and everytime without caring
So as I sit and watch your waves
I think of all those lost souls
and I wonder
how can something so so beautiful
be so cruel
and only you know the answer to that
my beautiful beautiful ocean...
So beautiful my ocean
so compelling
but so dark and full of secrets
of lives and dreams
So much history
my ocean
so many lives lost
taken to your murky bed
But you are beautiful my ocean
but so cruel too
you take so easily
without recourse
and everytime without caring
So as I sit and watch your waves
I think of all those lost souls
and I wonder
how can something so so beautiful
be so cruel
and only you know the answer to that
my beautiful beautiful ocean...
Titanic (Ocean) by Joseph Mcgowan
TITANIC
Sank 15-04-1912
She lies at the bottom of the ocean
Been there for nearly a hundred years
They said she was unsinkable
Yet they still seen a sea of tears
That came from all the relatives
Who had lost their kin?
When the ship hit the iceberg
She sprung open like a pin
Many lost their lives that night
In a sea so cold
And many owe their lives that night
To those who were brave and bold
Some say you can hear their cries
If you listen carefully
Of those that went down with the ship
That lies at the bottom of the sea
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By Joe mc Gowan
Showtimefun6@aol.com
Sank 15-04-1912
She lies at the bottom of the ocean
Been there for nearly a hundred years
They said she was unsinkable
Yet they still seen a sea of tears
That came from all the relatives
Who had lost their kin?
When the ship hit the iceberg
She sprung open like a pin
Many lost their lives that night
In a sea so cold
And many owe their lives that night
To those who were brave and bold
Some say you can hear their cries
If you listen carefully
Of those that went down with the ship
That lies at the bottom of the sea
Copyright protected ©
By Joe mc Gowan
Showtimefun6@aol.com
Ocean by Clancy
I would rather be a Dolphin than a Shark,
I would rather be your friend than your enemy
I would rather be your friend than your enemy
Favourite Jeans (Ocean) by Simon Sylvester
favourite jeans
by
simon sylvester
your eyes are like denim
she said
worn and scuffed and well-loved
hers are the depths
of the atlantic
bursts of lights
vertigo darks
endless nights
for abandoned men
who wear favourite jeans
and make green tea
in favourite mugs
while she chops onions
the saucepan steams over
the lid measures in clunks
my boiling heart
by
simon sylvester
your eyes are like denim
she said
worn and scuffed and well-loved
hers are the depths
of the atlantic
bursts of lights
vertigo darks
endless nights
for abandoned men
who wear favourite jeans
and make green tea
in favourite mugs
while she chops onions
the saucepan steams over
the lid measures in clunks
my boiling heart
Photos
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As this is a new idea we may still accept and display images that fit the previous themes.We are setting up a photo sharing site too.
Mother by Fassbinder
“Mother” by Fassbinder
Most----------Marmite------Matriarch
Of-------------On-------------Of
The-----------Toasted-------The
Hurt----------Hearth--------Home
Ever----------Eaten----------Embarassingly
Received----Rapidly-------Rampant
MOTHER
When we were all put out to sea
Arthur wossname sailed the ship
Bound for icebergs bound for the deeps
Why did he help when he was on his knees
Himself?
No word of thanks from our little faces
As he,
Undeterred
Steered us all to safety
While we played or sulked
Or sulked or hid
Like kids do. In mud
What was it to him? He wasn’t ‘blood’
But when we were big faces
That vault that housed few happy mem’ries
Started turning itself over…
Like a lone pair of socks
On a fast spin cycle
No one could ignore his efforts
His silent nurturing but loving way
Our “mother” Arthur
Long after Arthur’s final footsteps
Trudged along our difficult trajectory
We increasingly guessed about how he did it-
“…lucky loving upbringing?”
“…spare time on his hands?”
“…sympathy.”
Whatever it was
He had it in spades
And then we dug out his funeral poem
Chosen himself
And left on a shelf.
“Crossing The Bar” by Alfred Lord Tenneyson
With our worldly secular hands
We gripped the laminated verse
And like most poetry
At first
Didn’t ‘get it’
And then found Arthur there
In every living line.
We scuttled off to the library
To find Tennyson
To find Arthur…
To find Mother.
Mother
Mothers’ mother didn’t mother
So mother didn’t mother too
Mother’s mother meant nothing to mother
So why does mine matter?
I dunno …but she does.
Most----------Marmite------Matriarch
Of-------------On-------------Of
The-----------Toasted-------The
Hurt----------Hearth--------Home
Ever----------Eaten----------Embarassingly
Received----Rapidly-------Rampant
MOTHER
When we were all put out to sea
Arthur wossname sailed the ship
Bound for icebergs bound for the deeps
Why did he help when he was on his knees
Himself?
No word of thanks from our little faces
As he,
Undeterred
Steered us all to safety
While we played or sulked
Or sulked or hid
Like kids do. In mud
What was it to him? He wasn’t ‘blood’
But when we were big faces
That vault that housed few happy mem’ries
Started turning itself over…
Like a lone pair of socks
On a fast spin cycle
No one could ignore his efforts
His silent nurturing but loving way
Our “mother” Arthur
Long after Arthur’s final footsteps
Trudged along our difficult trajectory
We increasingly guessed about how he did it-
“…lucky loving upbringing?”
“…spare time on his hands?”
“…sympathy.”
Whatever it was
He had it in spades
And then we dug out his funeral poem
Chosen himself
And left on a shelf.
“Crossing The Bar” by Alfred Lord Tenneyson
With our worldly secular hands
We gripped the laminated verse
And like most poetry
At first
Didn’t ‘get it’
And then found Arthur there
In every living line.
We scuttled off to the library
To find Tennyson
To find Arthur…
To find Mother.
Mother
Mothers’ mother didn’t mother
So mother didn’t mother too
Mother’s mother meant nothing to mother
So why does mine matter?
I dunno …but she does.
Love Note: 101 Reasons Why I Love Adam Law
We found this love note in a donated book. The person took the trouble to write (101 reasons!) the note so we thought it only right to take the trouble to put it on our blog http://poetswindow-blog.blogspot.com/. Also, it makes you wonder just how it ended up in a a charity shop... what happened to them...did he get the note...will Adam Law see this blog...
Surrender by P.E.Ralph
Will that sardine ever give in ?
Nah ! Unless he feels trapped in that tin !
Our cute acorn will only ever cede
If a root and shoot shatter our little baby seed.
Germs ? They oppose the health-warnings of mums...
And then poor little baby sucks thumbs and succumbs !
Listen... no BANKER will EVER submit...
Except when the fan by the BROWN-stuff gets hit.
If AL-CAPONE had found A.A. one dark night,
Even AL COHOL would have lost the title fight !
Even STARKEST DARKNESS --- Prince Power Himself --- will resign
When one miniscule candle determines the time;
But that same candle's flame could become self-extinguished,
Burning oxygen's life 'till that, too,is relinquished,
Turning what one might count as world-war's valedictory
Into what might amount to bell-jar's Pyrric victory.
Goose-steps that beat France ? Doomed to yield
To Stalingrad's frost-bitten field !
Now... Napoleon could rule from a boat,
But could not make St. Helena float !
Those Romans ?
Trust in fire ! The sword !
Eagle's Ego !+
Lute and lyre can't afford...
Romans,PLEASE go !
Roman gods left thier nail-holes in feet of defeat;
But --- far from obscene --- was One God's unseen feat.
Nah ! Unless he feels trapped in that tin !
Our cute acorn will only ever cede
If a root and shoot shatter our little baby seed.
Germs ? They oppose the health-warnings of mums...
And then poor little baby sucks thumbs and succumbs !
Listen... no BANKER will EVER submit...
Except when the fan by the BROWN-stuff gets hit.
If AL-CAPONE had found A.A. one dark night,
Even AL COHOL would have lost the title fight !
Even STARKEST DARKNESS --- Prince Power Himself --- will resign
When one miniscule candle determines the time;
But that same candle's flame could become self-extinguished,
Burning oxygen's life 'till that, too,is relinquished,
Turning what one might count as world-war's valedictory
Into what might amount to bell-jar's Pyrric victory.
Goose-steps that beat France ? Doomed to yield
To Stalingrad's frost-bitten field !
Now... Napoleon could rule from a boat,
But could not make St. Helena float !
Those Romans ?
Trust in fire ! The sword !
Eagle's Ego !+
Lute and lyre can't afford...
Romans,PLEASE go !
Roman gods left thier nail-holes in feet of defeat;
But --- far from obscene --- was One God's unseen feat.
Surrender by Anon
Surrender
Give yourself up
to the wafting of the breeze;
throw yourself upon the mercies
of the vibrant pastel azure
of the sky in any,in every,season in either hemisphere.
By goat or crab it has no matter,no meaning
but how it is interpreted.The granite blue of deepest despair
or the baby blue of a new-borns milky sock.
Turbulent sea can represent passion,not only
indecision;can show the tempestuousness of
a lovers lusty indiscretions or the
torrid intertwining of a scalene
menage a trois.
Relinquishing all before the planes of
nature: feel the cold sea on your naked flesh;
taste the kamikaze-rain;witness
the murders of the sky as our star
wakes and sleeps;inhale the perfume
of blossom,of trees,of fauna; hear
the cries of every specimen of
creature in existance.
And marvel.
Surrender.
Give yourself up
to the wafting of the breeze;
throw yourself upon the mercies
of the vibrant pastel azure
of the sky in any,in every,season in either hemisphere.
By goat or crab it has no matter,no meaning
but how it is interpreted.The granite blue of deepest despair
or the baby blue of a new-borns milky sock.
Turbulent sea can represent passion,not only
indecision;can show the tempestuousness of
a lovers lusty indiscretions or the
torrid intertwining of a scalene
menage a trois.
Relinquishing all before the planes of
nature: feel the cold sea on your naked flesh;
taste the kamikaze-rain;witness
the murders of the sky as our star
wakes and sleeps;inhale the perfume
of blossom,of trees,of fauna; hear
the cries of every specimen of
creature in existance.
And marvel.
Surrender.
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Harmony (Sleep) by Aaron Flynn
Dawn dawns, the bleakness
of rheumy eyes, the bleariness
of banished shadow.
In the machine
as the copier sputters into action, dead white
light passing over and above, taking half a long
rotation to pass. Passover.
Rather pass out, or at Least
the desire to.
To sleep: no more.
To put an end to the en masse tiny aches of Awake
and bask
in the healing blanket of sleep,
to feel it trail through your fingers.
Smouldering, spangling sunlight playing
along your skin,
through your fingers
as would sweet thick water
to those
dying of thirst.
of rheumy eyes, the bleariness
of banished shadow.
In the machine
as the copier sputters into action, dead white
light passing over and above, taking half a long
rotation to pass. Passover.
Rather pass out, or at Least
the desire to.
To sleep: no more.
To put an end to the en masse tiny aches of Awake
and bask
in the healing blanket of sleep,
to feel it trail through your fingers.
Smouldering, spangling sunlight playing
along your skin,
through your fingers
as would sweet thick water
to those
dying of thirst.
Harmony by Gem
Harmony
The wind blows
breath in
breath out
A tree sways
breath in
breath out
A bird sings
breath in
breath out
Breathing with nature
relaxing
breath in
Feeling calm
peace
breath out
A piano note
sound
breath in
A single word
smile
breath out
Be at one with the world
Harmony
Breath in
Breath out
The wind blows
breath in
breath out
A tree sways
breath in
breath out
A bird sings
breath in
breath out
Breathing with nature
relaxing
breath in
Feeling calm
peace
breath out
A piano note
sound
breath in
A single word
smile
breath out
Be at one with the world
Harmony
Breath in
Breath out
Harmony by Fabio Valentine
Harmony!
Harmony, harmony, ooh what tis thee ooh harmony,
Well, it is essentially, when one enters a tranquil state
Of mental bliss. When one’s inner self begins to
Resonate with the natural elements of life,
Then one begins to dynamically drift into
A constant transient flex of soul paradise
Then harmony is achieved. To be in an harmonious state
Is first, to be in tune with oneself, and to be in tune with
Oneself, one must set one’s mind free of the social torments
Of life, and enter a state of subconscious bliss
Where one’s thoughts, and body frequency is in
Direct proportion to one’s wellbeing, were one’s body
Molecules will then align itself in harmony with one’s state of being
Then, and only, then, one can truly achieve harmony!
Fabio valentine
Harmony, harmony, ooh what tis thee ooh harmony,
Well, it is essentially, when one enters a tranquil state
Of mental bliss. When one’s inner self begins to
Resonate with the natural elements of life,
Then one begins to dynamically drift into
A constant transient flex of soul paradise
Then harmony is achieved. To be in an harmonious state
Is first, to be in tune with oneself, and to be in tune with
Oneself, one must set one’s mind free of the social torments
Of life, and enter a state of subconscious bliss
Where one’s thoughts, and body frequency is in
Direct proportion to one’s wellbeing, were one’s body
Molecules will then align itself in harmony with one’s state of being
Then, and only, then, one can truly achieve harmony!
Fabio valentine
Harmony by Erato
I had a precise idea on how harmony
Should be
A well paid work a house and a guy probably called Johnny
Shopping on Tuesday and Saturday out for a movie
Resembling an iced image my society
Had chosen and frozen for me
Symmetry
Trinity
Illusion of balance
But I’m like the tightrope walker
Sometimes tempted to get back to the previous equation
No thinking and no emotion
I realized what harmony is about
No should and no fight
Between my different me
Let things be
Following a natural destiny
Of elements that might look like anarchy
But that reveal the inner be
In a funny unique geometry.
Should be
A well paid work a house and a guy probably called Johnny
Shopping on Tuesday and Saturday out for a movie
Resembling an iced image my society
Had chosen and frozen for me
Symmetry
Trinity
Illusion of balance
But I’m like the tightrope walker
Sometimes tempted to get back to the previous equation
No thinking and no emotion
I realized what harmony is about
No should and no fight
Between my different me
Let things be
Following a natural destiny
Of elements that might look like anarchy
But that reveal the inner be
In a funny unique geometry.
Harmony by Paula Greene
Harmony
If I had just one wish
it would be
that your heart
would beat in complete
harmony with mine
that our hands would entwine
and our love would bloom
like flowers in the sun
and that the sky would be as clear
as my love for you
If I had just one wish
I would wish we were together
and that you were mine
And until that day arrives
I will wait patiently..
and we can celebrate the harmony
of our love together
today, tomorrow and forever...
Paula Greene July 2009
If I had just one wish
it would be
that your heart
would beat in complete
harmony with mine
that our hands would entwine
and our love would bloom
like flowers in the sun
and that the sky would be as clear
as my love for you
If I had just one wish
I would wish we were together
and that you were mine
And until that day arrives
I will wait patiently..
and we can celebrate the harmony
of our love together
today, tomorrow and forever...
Paula Greene July 2009
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The Arts Show @ The Arts Club
The Arts Show @ The Arts Club
The idea for the show was born at our previous bookshop is Earls Court and put together by members of the bookshop - primarily Patrick Swift, Sean Duffy and Sadia Dive- with help from many others (see credits).
The idea was to have an inclusive, fun, charity arts event.
Included among the numerous artists exhibiting and performing were artists from the charities
Portugal Prints (Westminster Mind), PhotoVoice and Look Ahead Housing & Care.
In all over 40 artists exhibited. We had painting, sculpture, poetry(by Poets Window of course), music and film.
The evening proved an enourmous success with over 600 people attending. We raised in excess of £4,500 which was divided between Portugal Prints, PhotoVoice, Samaritans and Shelter.
To view a video of the show: http://vimeo.com/4126164
The idea for the show was born at our previous bookshop is Earls Court and put together by members of the bookshop - primarily Patrick Swift, Sean Duffy and Sadia Dive- with help from many others (see credits).
The idea was to have an inclusive, fun, charity arts event.
Included among the numerous artists exhibiting and performing were artists from the charities
Portugal Prints (Westminster Mind), PhotoVoice and Look Ahead Housing & Care.
In all over 40 artists exhibited. We had painting, sculpture, poetry(by Poets Window of course), music and film.
The evening proved an enourmous success with over 600 people attending. We raised in excess of £4,500 which was divided between Portugal Prints, PhotoVoice, Samaritans and Shelter.
To view a video of the show: http://vimeo.com/4126164
Harmony by Sean
Harmony
No want need - desire quenched
stubbed out
echoes calling from the past
just echoes bouncing of the tunnel wall
Har har har har har har har
mony mony mony mony
tick toc tick toc tic toc
toc tick toc tick
har har har har harmony
floating through the air
holding on to nothing
everything flies away in echoes
No want need - desire quenched
stubbed out
echoes calling from the past
just echoes bouncing of the tunnel wall
Har har har har har har har
mony mony mony mony
tick toc tick toc tic toc
toc tick toc tick
har har har har harmony
floating through the air
holding on to nothing
everything flies away in echoes
Harmony by Anissa
HARMONY ANISSA LADJEMI
In harmony you and me
We begin to dance swaying to the rhythm
Our bodies coming together as one
Music stops you walk away
Moment has gone
Never found the words to say
You get me you see
More then anyone else
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Like a fire to the flame
Yours burn into mine
When I look at you my armour slips
I am unmasked
Nowhere to hide
Feeling exposed
Greatest friend I ever had
I realize now
If a man lets you go
He lives to regret it
A friendship like yours
Is hard to find
My love holds no bounds
May we dance again?
Our bodies coming together as one
Music stops I dare you to walk away
Moment is right
I blush as I speak
Sweetest words you ever heard
Relief floods through me
Finally in harmony you and me
In harmony you and me
We begin to dance swaying to the rhythm
Our bodies coming together as one
Music stops you walk away
Moment has gone
Never found the words to say
You get me you see
More then anyone else
Eyes are the windows to the soul
Like a fire to the flame
Yours burn into mine
When I look at you my armour slips
I am unmasked
Nowhere to hide
Feeling exposed
Greatest friend I ever had
I realize now
If a man lets you go
He lives to regret it
A friendship like yours
Is hard to find
My love holds no bounds
May we dance again?
Our bodies coming together as one
Music stops I dare you to walk away
Moment is right
I blush as I speak
Sweetest words you ever heard
Relief floods through me
Finally in harmony you and me
Harmony by Tim Rudall
Harmony
Society and song both require total harmony
To function as they should ideally: synchronised equality.
Duality of many: varied, though in perfect symmetry
Their unity is truly key for sounds of life that must be heard
When keys are clashed we clearly note the opposites, extremities
These contradictions indicate clear incompatibilities
As members we can only offer lenient flexibility
A pitch is bent to fit the key, the tune is sweeter still
Society and song both require total harmony
To function as they should ideally: synchronised equality.
Duality of many: varied, though in perfect symmetry
Their unity is truly key for sounds of life that must be heard
When keys are clashed we clearly note the opposites, extremities
These contradictions indicate clear incompatibilities
As members we can only offer lenient flexibility
A pitch is bent to fit the key, the tune is sweeter still
Harmony by Joeseph Mcgowan
wouldnt it be nice to see
the whole world in harmony
linking up hand in hand
getting each other to understand
that the world could be a much better place
by harmonising no matter what our race
bringing peace on land and sea
yes i believe in harmony
so spread this word h-a-r-m-o-n-y
to everyone that you see
tell them it means as one
living together and having fun
no more wars or poverty
if we could all believe in harmony
rebel-poet
the whole world in harmony
linking up hand in hand
getting each other to understand
that the world could be a much better place
by harmonising no matter what our race
bringing peace on land and sea
yes i believe in harmony
so spread this word h-a-r-m-o-n-y
to everyone that you see
tell them it means as one
living together and having fun
no more wars or poverty
if we could all believe in harmony
rebel-poet
Harmony by Maddy
'Harmony'
A playing Symphony
A feeling of ecstasy
Harmony
Merging negativity
with possibilities
Harmony
balancing
the ying and yang
Harmony
so delightful
so creative
Harmony
A feeling so sweet
where the heart, mind
and body meets
were they co-exist
without any needs
were the heart never fears
the mind doesn't create
the body doesn't bleed.
Have a nice evening poets and window...
lots of love
Maddy
A playing Symphony
A feeling of ecstasy
Harmony
Merging negativity
with possibilities
Harmony
balancing
the ying and yang
Harmony
so delightful
so creative
Harmony
A feeling so sweet
where the heart, mind
and body meets
were they co-exist
without any needs
were the heart never fears
the mind doesn't create
the body doesn't bleed.
Have a nice evening poets and window...
lots of love
Maddy
City (Street) by Rosanella
City Street (London, 18th August 2009)
The city awakens in the early hours
A fox throttles down the street,
its stomach filled, satisfied
while a rat returns to sleep.
Silence is broken
A lorry is roaring, piercing the quiet street
alas the birds won’t return to sleep
Streetlights are now dimming
A new day makes its way in
Embracing this street that never sleeps.
Rosanella
www.myspace.com/rosanella
www.youtube.com/rosanella8
The city awakens in the early hours
A fox throttles down the street,
its stomach filled, satisfied
while a rat returns to sleep.
Silence is broken
A lorry is roaring, piercing the quiet street
alas the birds won’t return to sleep
Streetlights are now dimming
A new day makes its way in
Embracing this street that never sleeps.
Rosanella
www.myspace.com/rosanella
www.youtube.com/rosanella8
Rhythm by Gem
His fingers run up & down
The ivory & black
Caressing each finger with a silken touch
His breath slows
His heartbeat quickens
His fingers tapping out a rhythm
Massaging each note of the melody
Bringing it to climax
Silence!
He falls back
Breathing Dee
A charismatic smile playing on his lips
The ivory & black
Caressing each finger with a silken touch
His breath slows
His heartbeat quickens
His fingers tapping out a rhythm
Massaging each note of the melody
Bringing it to climax
Silence!
He falls back
Breathing Dee
A charismatic smile playing on his lips
Young Man with hair done up in curls
Poets’ Window- International Poetry Evening
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
A Ógánaigh An Chúil Cheangailte
(Written in Gaeilge and read by Alma)
A óganaigh an chúil cheangailte
le raibh mé seal in éineacht,
chuaigh tú aréir an bealach seo
is ní tháinig tú dom fhéachant.
Shíl mé nach ndéanfaí dochar duit
dá dtiocfá agus mé d’irarridh,
is gurb é do phóigin a thabharfadh sólás dom
dá mbeinn I lár an fhiabhrais
Dá mbeadh maoin agamsa
agus airgead I mo phóca,
dhéanfainn bóithrin aicearrach
go doras tí mo stóirín,
mar shúil le Dia go gcluinfinnse
torann binn a bhróige,
’s is fada an lá nár chodail mé
ach ag suil blas do phóige.
Agus shíl mé, a stóirín,
go mba gealach agus grian tú,
agus shíl mé ina dhiaidl sin
go mba sneachta ar an sliabh tú,
agus shíl mé ina dhiaidh sin
go mba lóchrann ó Dhia tú
nú go mba tú an réalt eolais
ag dul romham is ’mo dhiaidh tú.
Gheall tú síoda is saitin dom
callaí agus bróga arda,
is gheall tú tar a éis sin
go leanfá tríd an snámh mé.
Ní mar sin atá mé
ach ’mo seach í mbéal bearna
gach nóin agus gach maidin
ag féachaint tí mo mháthar.
Young Man with hair done
up in curls
Read by Alma
(Translation by Thomas Kinsella)
Young man, with hair done up in Curls,
my partner for a time,
you passed along this way last night,
and never came to see me.
I thought it wouldn’t do you harm
to come and make inquiry
— O your little kiss would comfort me
though I were deep in fever.
If I had wealth in my own right
and money in my pocket
the shortest road I’d undertake
up to my darling’s door
hoping to God that I might hear
the sweet sound of his shoes
— O it’s long the day since last I slept
in need to taste his kiss
For it seemed to me, my darling one,
you were the sun and moon,
and after that it seemed to me
you were snow upon the hill,
and after that it seemed to me
you were a lamp from God
or that you were the star of knowledge
before me and behind
Silk and satin you promised me,
high shoes and finery,
and after that you promised
you’d follow through the flood.
Now it is otherwise with me
— I’m a bush to stop the gap,
seeing nothing, noon and morn,
only my mother’s house.
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
A Ógánaigh An Chúil Cheangailte
(Written in Gaeilge and read by Alma)
A óganaigh an chúil cheangailte
le raibh mé seal in éineacht,
chuaigh tú aréir an bealach seo
is ní tháinig tú dom fhéachant.
Shíl mé nach ndéanfaí dochar duit
dá dtiocfá agus mé d’irarridh,
is gurb é do phóigin a thabharfadh sólás dom
dá mbeinn I lár an fhiabhrais
Dá mbeadh maoin agamsa
agus airgead I mo phóca,
dhéanfainn bóithrin aicearrach
go doras tí mo stóirín,
mar shúil le Dia go gcluinfinnse
torann binn a bhróige,
’s is fada an lá nár chodail mé
ach ag suil blas do phóige.
Agus shíl mé, a stóirín,
go mba gealach agus grian tú,
agus shíl mé ina dhiaidl sin
go mba sneachta ar an sliabh tú,
agus shíl mé ina dhiaidh sin
go mba lóchrann ó Dhia tú
nú go mba tú an réalt eolais
ag dul romham is ’mo dhiaidh tú.
Gheall tú síoda is saitin dom
callaí agus bróga arda,
is gheall tú tar a éis sin
go leanfá tríd an snámh mé.
Ní mar sin atá mé
ach ’mo seach í mbéal bearna
gach nóin agus gach maidin
ag féachaint tí mo mháthar.
Young Man with hair done
up in curls
Read by Alma
(Translation by Thomas Kinsella)
Young man, with hair done up in Curls,
my partner for a time,
you passed along this way last night,
and never came to see me.
I thought it wouldn’t do you harm
to come and make inquiry
— O your little kiss would comfort me
though I were deep in fever.
If I had wealth in my own right
and money in my pocket
the shortest road I’d undertake
up to my darling’s door
hoping to God that I might hear
the sweet sound of his shoes
— O it’s long the day since last I slept
in need to taste his kiss
For it seemed to me, my darling one,
you were the sun and moon,
and after that it seemed to me
you were snow upon the hill,
and after that it seemed to me
you were a lamp from God
or that you were the star of knowledge
before me and behind
Silk and satin you promised me,
high shoes and finery,
and after that you promised
you’d follow through the flood.
Now it is otherwise with me
— I’m a bush to stop the gap,
seeing nothing, noon and morn,
only my mother’s house.
Encounter
Poets’ Window- International Poetry Evening
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
Polish poem, read by Elizabeth
Spotkanie
By Czeslaw Milosz
Jechaliśmy prezed świtem po zamarłych polach,
Czerwone skrzydło wstawało, jeszcse noc,
I zając przebiegł nagle tuz przed nami,
A jeden z nas pokazał go ręką
To było dawno. Dzisiaj już nie żyją
Ni zając, ani ten co go wskawywał
Miłości moja, gdzież są, dokąd idą,
Błysk ręki, linia biegu, szelest grud-
Nie z żalu pytam, ale z zamyślenia
Encounter
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.
A red wing rose in the darkness.
And suddenly a hare ran across the road.
One of us pointed to it with his hand.
That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.
O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.
Wilno, 1936
By Czeslaw Milosz from “The Collect ed Poems 1931-1987”, 1988
Translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
Polish poem, read by Elizabeth
Spotkanie
By Czeslaw Milosz
Jechaliśmy prezed świtem po zamarłych polach,
Czerwone skrzydło wstawało, jeszcse noc,
I zając przebiegł nagle tuz przed nami,
A jeden z nas pokazał go ręką
To było dawno. Dzisiaj już nie żyją
Ni zając, ani ten co go wskawywał
Miłości moja, gdzież są, dokąd idą,
Błysk ręki, linia biegu, szelest grud-
Nie z żalu pytam, ale z zamyślenia
Encounter
We were riding through frozen fields in a wagon at dawn.
A red wing rose in the darkness.
And suddenly a hare ran across the road.
One of us pointed to it with his hand.
That was long ago. Today neither of them is alive,
Not the hare, nor the man who made the gesture.
O my love, where are they, where are they going
The flash of a hand, streak of movement, rustle of pebbles.
I ask not out of sorrow, but in wonder.
Wilno, 1936
By Czeslaw Milosz from “The Collect ed Poems 1931-1987”, 1988
Translated by Czeslaw Milosz and Lillian Vallee
The Dancing Serpent
Poets’ Window- International Poetry Evening
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
French poem, read by Marianne
Le Serpent qui danse
Charles Baudelaire
Que j’aime voir, chère indolente,
De ton corps si beau,
Comme une étoffe vacillante
Miroiter la peau!
Sur ta chevelure profonde
Aux âcres parfums,
Mer odorante et vagabonde
Aux flots bleus et bruns,
Comme un navire qui s’éveille
Au vent du matin,
Mon âme rêveuse appareille
Pour un ciel lointain
Tes yeux, où rien ne se révèle
De doux ni d’amer,
Sont deux bijoux froids où se mêle
L’or avec le fer
À te voir marcher en cadence,
Belle d’abandon,
On dirait un serpent qui danse
Au bout d’un bâton.
Sous le fardeau de ta paresse
Ta tête d’enfant
Se balance avec la mollesse
D’un jeune éléphant,
Et ton corps se penche et s’allonge
Comme un fin vaisseau
Qui roule bord sur bord et plonge
Ses vergues dans l’eau.
Comme un flot grossi par la fonte
Des glaciers grondants,
Quand l’eau de ta bouche remonte
Au bord de tes dents,
Je crois boire un vin de Bohême,
Amer et vainqueur,
Un ciel liquide qui parsème
D’étoiles mon coeur!
English translation
The Dancing Serpent
Charles Baudelaire
Indolent darling, how I love
To see the skin
Of your body so beautiful
Shimmer like silk!
Upon your heavy head of hair
With its acrid scents,
Adventurous, odorant sea
With blue and brown waves,
Like a vessel that awakens
To the morning wind,
My dreamy soul sets sail
For a distant sky.
Your eyes where nothing is revealed
Of bitter or sweet,
Are two cold jewels where are mingled
Iron and gold.
To see you walking in cadence
With fine abandon,
One would say a snake which dances
On the end of a staff.
Under the weight of indolence
Your child-like head sways
Gently to and fro like the head
Of a young elephant,
And your body stretches and leans
Like a slender ship
That rolls from side to side and dips
Its yards in the sea.
Like a stream swollen by the thaw
Of rumbling glaciers,
When the water of your mouth rises
To the edge of your teeth,
It seems I drink Bohemian wine,
Bitter and conquering,
A liquid sky that scatters
Stars in my heart!
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
French poem, read by Marianne
Le Serpent qui danse
Charles Baudelaire
Que j’aime voir, chère indolente,
De ton corps si beau,
Comme une étoffe vacillante
Miroiter la peau!
Sur ta chevelure profonde
Aux âcres parfums,
Mer odorante et vagabonde
Aux flots bleus et bruns,
Comme un navire qui s’éveille
Au vent du matin,
Mon âme rêveuse appareille
Pour un ciel lointain
Tes yeux, où rien ne se révèle
De doux ni d’amer,
Sont deux bijoux froids où se mêle
L’or avec le fer
À te voir marcher en cadence,
Belle d’abandon,
On dirait un serpent qui danse
Au bout d’un bâton.
Sous le fardeau de ta paresse
Ta tête d’enfant
Se balance avec la mollesse
D’un jeune éléphant,
Et ton corps se penche et s’allonge
Comme un fin vaisseau
Qui roule bord sur bord et plonge
Ses vergues dans l’eau.
Comme un flot grossi par la fonte
Des glaciers grondants,
Quand l’eau de ta bouche remonte
Au bord de tes dents,
Je crois boire un vin de Bohême,
Amer et vainqueur,
Un ciel liquide qui parsème
D’étoiles mon coeur!
English translation
The Dancing Serpent
Charles Baudelaire
Indolent darling, how I love
To see the skin
Of your body so beautiful
Shimmer like silk!
Upon your heavy head of hair
With its acrid scents,
Adventurous, odorant sea
With blue and brown waves,
Like a vessel that awakens
To the morning wind,
My dreamy soul sets sail
For a distant sky.
Your eyes where nothing is revealed
Of bitter or sweet,
Are two cold jewels where are mingled
Iron and gold.
To see you walking in cadence
With fine abandon,
One would say a snake which dances
On the end of a staff.
Under the weight of indolence
Your child-like head sways
Gently to and fro like the head
Of a young elephant,
And your body stretches and leans
Like a slender ship
That rolls from side to side and dips
Its yards in the sea.
Like a stream swollen by the thaw
Of rumbling glaciers,
When the water of your mouth rises
To the edge of your teeth,
It seems I drink Bohemian wine,
Bitter and conquering,
A liquid sky that scatters
Stars in my heart!
City
Poets’ Window- International Poetry Evening
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
Spanish poem, read by Mario
La Ciudad
Gabriel Aresti (1963)
Se hacen de hormigón y de cristal, / de extraños lugares y gentes ocupadas.
/ En todas crece un arbol / delante de la casa de un suicida / y hay niños que
acostumbran a dormirse / soñando con un perro. / No faltan desayunos en hoteles
lujosos, / ni tampoco familias con jardín, / pero son más frecuentes / los portales
oscuros con parejas de novios, / el beso frio, / la rosa de cemento en la ventana.
Las calles desembocan en plazas descompuestas, / las tardes de domingo en
cafeterías / y el humo de los coches en los ojos del loco / que murmura sus años /
y los cuenta sin fin / de metro en metro./ Al salir de los tuneles sentimos /que los
cielos de agua /son igual que una carta del pasado, /y suele comprenderse/que la
vida es un arma lenta y de doble filo /en lo pasos sin nadie,/ en las noches vacías /
o en la debilidad que tienen las ciudades /por los cines de barrio,/ o las taquilleras
muy pintadas.
A pesar de los platanos, los olmos y los tilos, / a pesar la hierba, si hablamos del
norte, / la gente que nos mira, / la gente que se salta los semáforos, / la que fluye
delante de las tiendas, / necesita el amparo / de otra vegetación, / un sigilo de
números y tarjetas de crédito / que extiende sus raices por los sótanos / y busca
soledad en los desvanes / como los muebles y las ratas viejas.
No es inútil viajar, / porque es cierto que todas las ciudades / amanecen de un
modo parecido / pero la noche llega en cada una / de manera distinta. / De día
pueden verse / secretarias, conserjes, policías, / musicos callejeros y soldados,
/ dependientas que escuchan y sonríen, / oficinistas con olor a instancia, /
conductores, extraños sacerdotes, / ejecutivos humillados. / Igual en todas partes,
/ porque apenas existen los kilómetros. / Pero existe la noche, / la soledad que
borra los oficios / en un mundo habitado solamente / por hombres y mujeres,/
confidencias de amarga valentía.
En las ciudades pueden encontrarse / relojes que se paran en la última copa, /
la luna sobre un taxi / y todos los poemas que te escribo.
The City
read by Chris
They are made of concrete and glass /of strange places and busy people. /Within every
one grows a tree / in front of the house of the suicidal / and there are children who are
used to falling asleep / dreaming of a dog. / No lack of breakfasts in luxury hotels, /
nor families with a garden, / but more often / dark doorways with couples, / the cold
kiss, / the cement rose on the window.
The streets spill into distorted squares,/ Sundays afternoons into coffee houses,/ car
fumes into the eyes of the mad/ who murmurs the years / counting them with no end/
from tube to tube./ As we exit the tunnels we feel / that the watery skies / are the same
as a letter from the past / and it’s usually understood/ that life is a slow weapon and is
double edged / in pace with no-one,/ in the empty nights,/ or in the weaknesses that
cities have for/ local cinemas / and painted clerks.
Despite the banana trees, the elm and the lime / despite the grass, if we speak about the
north / the people who stare at us,/ the people who run red lights,/ the people who pass
in front of the shops, / need the shelter of other vegetation:/ a stealth of numbers and
credit cards/ its roots enter basements/ and look for solitude in attics/ like furniture and
old rats.
Travelling is not pointless,/ it’s true that all cities/ wake in similar ways,/ but the
night comes to everyone/ in different ways./ During the day can be seen/ secretaries,
doormen, policemen, / street musicians and soldiers, / shop assistants who listen and
smile,/ office workers smelling like application forms,/ drivers, odd priests,/ humiliated
executives./ The same as everywhere,/ because the miles between hardly exist,/ but the
night it exists,/ solitude erases all professions/ in a world inhabited solely/ by men and
women,/ confessions of bitter courage.
In all cities can be found / clocks that stop at last orders,/ the moon over a cab/
and all the poems I write for you.
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
Spanish poem, read by Mario
La Ciudad
Gabriel Aresti (1963)
Se hacen de hormigón y de cristal, / de extraños lugares y gentes ocupadas.
/ En todas crece un arbol / delante de la casa de un suicida / y hay niños que
acostumbran a dormirse / soñando con un perro. / No faltan desayunos en hoteles
lujosos, / ni tampoco familias con jardín, / pero son más frecuentes / los portales
oscuros con parejas de novios, / el beso frio, / la rosa de cemento en la ventana.
Las calles desembocan en plazas descompuestas, / las tardes de domingo en
cafeterías / y el humo de los coches en los ojos del loco / que murmura sus años /
y los cuenta sin fin / de metro en metro./ Al salir de los tuneles sentimos /que los
cielos de agua /son igual que una carta del pasado, /y suele comprenderse/que la
vida es un arma lenta y de doble filo /en lo pasos sin nadie,/ en las noches vacías /
o en la debilidad que tienen las ciudades /por los cines de barrio,/ o las taquilleras
muy pintadas.
A pesar de los platanos, los olmos y los tilos, / a pesar la hierba, si hablamos del
norte, / la gente que nos mira, / la gente que se salta los semáforos, / la que fluye
delante de las tiendas, / necesita el amparo / de otra vegetación, / un sigilo de
números y tarjetas de crédito / que extiende sus raices por los sótanos / y busca
soledad en los desvanes / como los muebles y las ratas viejas.
No es inútil viajar, / porque es cierto que todas las ciudades / amanecen de un
modo parecido / pero la noche llega en cada una / de manera distinta. / De día
pueden verse / secretarias, conserjes, policías, / musicos callejeros y soldados,
/ dependientas que escuchan y sonríen, / oficinistas con olor a instancia, /
conductores, extraños sacerdotes, / ejecutivos humillados. / Igual en todas partes,
/ porque apenas existen los kilómetros. / Pero existe la noche, / la soledad que
borra los oficios / en un mundo habitado solamente / por hombres y mujeres,/
confidencias de amarga valentía.
En las ciudades pueden encontrarse / relojes que se paran en la última copa, /
la luna sobre un taxi / y todos los poemas que te escribo.
The City
read by Chris
They are made of concrete and glass /of strange places and busy people. /Within every
one grows a tree / in front of the house of the suicidal / and there are children who are
used to falling asleep / dreaming of a dog. / No lack of breakfasts in luxury hotels, /
nor families with a garden, / but more often / dark doorways with couples, / the cold
kiss, / the cement rose on the window.
The streets spill into distorted squares,/ Sundays afternoons into coffee houses,/ car
fumes into the eyes of the mad/ who murmurs the years / counting them with no end/
from tube to tube./ As we exit the tunnels we feel / that the watery skies / are the same
as a letter from the past / and it’s usually understood/ that life is a slow weapon and is
double edged / in pace with no-one,/ in the empty nights,/ or in the weaknesses that
cities have for/ local cinemas / and painted clerks.
Despite the banana trees, the elm and the lime / despite the grass, if we speak about the
north / the people who stare at us,/ the people who run red lights,/ the people who pass
in front of the shops, / need the shelter of other vegetation:/ a stealth of numbers and
credit cards/ its roots enter basements/ and look for solitude in attics/ like furniture and
old rats.
Travelling is not pointless,/ it’s true that all cities/ wake in similar ways,/ but the
night comes to everyone/ in different ways./ During the day can be seen/ secretaries,
doormen, policemen, / street musicians and soldiers, / shop assistants who listen and
smile,/ office workers smelling like application forms,/ drivers, odd priests,/ humiliated
executives./ The same as everywhere,/ because the miles between hardly exist,/ but the
night it exists,/ solitude erases all professions/ in a world inhabited solely/ by men and
women,/ confessions of bitter courage.
In all cities can be found / clocks that stop at last orders,/ the moon over a cab/
and all the poems I write for you.
The House of My Father - Basque Poem
Poets’ Window- International Poetry Evening
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
Basque poem, read by Eleder
Nire Aitaren Etxea
Gabriel Aresti
Nire aitaren etxea
defendituko dut.
Otsoen kontra,
sikatearen kontra,
lukurreriaren kontra,
justiziaren kontra,
defenditu
eginen dut
nire aitaren etxea.
Galduko ditut
aziendak,
soloak,
pinudiak;
galduko ditut
korrituak,
errentak,
interesak,
baina nire aitaren etxea
defendituko dut.
Harmak kenduko dizkidate,
eta eskuarekin defendituko dut
nire aitaren etxea;
eskuak ebakiko dizkidate,
eta besoarekin defendituko dut
nire aitaren etxea;
besorik gabe,
sorbaldik gabe,
bularrik gabe
utziko naute,
eta arimarekin defendituko dut
nire aitaren etxea.
Ni hilen naiz,
nire arima galduko da,
nire askazia galduko da,
baina nire aitaren etxeak
iraunen du
zutik.
English translation
I shall defend the house
of my Father
I shall defend
the house of my father,
against wolves,
against drought,
against usury,
against the law,
I shall defend
the house of my father.
I shall lose
cattle,
orchards,
pine groves;
I shall lose
interests
income
dividends
but I shall defend the
house of my father.
They will take away my weapons
and with my hands I shall defend
the house of my father;
they will cut off my hands,
and with my arms I shall defend
the house of my father;
they will leave me armless,
without shoulders,
without chest,
and with my soul I shall defend
the house of my father.
I shall die,
my soul will be lost,
my descendents will be lost;
but the house of my father
will endure
on its feet.
International Poetry Evening at Ashbees Wine Bar in Earls Court. In addition to the
‘Poets’ Window’ poem’s being read, we had poems written by acclaimed Poets from
around the world read by native speakers, followed by the English translation.
Basque poem, read by Eleder
Nire Aitaren Etxea
Gabriel Aresti
Nire aitaren etxea
defendituko dut.
Otsoen kontra,
sikatearen kontra,
lukurreriaren kontra,
justiziaren kontra,
defenditu
eginen dut
nire aitaren etxea.
Galduko ditut
aziendak,
soloak,
pinudiak;
galduko ditut
korrituak,
errentak,
interesak,
baina nire aitaren etxea
defendituko dut.
Harmak kenduko dizkidate,
eta eskuarekin defendituko dut
nire aitaren etxea;
eskuak ebakiko dizkidate,
eta besoarekin defendituko dut
nire aitaren etxea;
besorik gabe,
sorbaldik gabe,
bularrik gabe
utziko naute,
eta arimarekin defendituko dut
nire aitaren etxea.
Ni hilen naiz,
nire arima galduko da,
nire askazia galduko da,
baina nire aitaren etxeak
iraunen du
zutik.
English translation
I shall defend the house
of my Father
I shall defend
the house of my father,
against wolves,
against drought,
against usury,
against the law,
I shall defend
the house of my father.
I shall lose
cattle,
orchards,
pine groves;
I shall lose
interests
income
dividends
but I shall defend the
house of my father.
They will take away my weapons
and with my hands I shall defend
the house of my father;
they will cut off my hands,
and with my arms I shall defend
the house of my father;
they will leave me armless,
without shoulders,
without chest,
and with my soul I shall defend
the house of my father.
I shall die,
my soul will be lost,
my descendents will be lost;
but the house of my father
will endure
on its feet.
Change by Sarah
Her pocket change plays to the beat
of the homeless man’s maraca -
coins in a styrofoam cup
He smells of abandon and dark,sweet rum
The same stale scent she wears
after Friday night at the pub.
She drops 10p and hears its clank
he grunts, nods a sort of thanks.
A simple, gentle exchange.
How much of life is change
and people in its wake,
still, throughout, the human constant remains.
of the homeless man’s maraca -
coins in a styrofoam cup
He smells of abandon and dark,sweet rum
The same stale scent she wears
after Friday night at the pub.
She drops 10p and hears its clank
he grunts, nods a sort of thanks.
A simple, gentle exchange.
How much of life is change
and people in its wake,
still, throughout, the human constant remains.
Change by Maddy
Changes, changes, More
Changes
Nothing stays the same…..
Tell me who is to blame?
Trees stand long and tall
The leaves turn colours
And down, down they fall
Everything and anything starts small
And through changes
They grow, they form
We don’t know any different
It's kinda the Norm.
Do not fight it, is my advise, keep playing and
Keep throwing the dice
Changes
Nothing stays the same…..
Tell me who is to blame?
Trees stand long and tall
The leaves turn colours
And down, down they fall
Everything and anything starts small
And through changes
They grow, they form
We don’t know any different
It's kinda the Norm.
Do not fight it, is my advise, keep playing and
Keep throwing the dice
Change by Jason
The weather changes
The seasons change
Colours change as the day is long
Hair colour changes
Economic conditions change
Politicians change
We change our clothes
We change our hair
Age changes our bodies
As does exercise
As does food
Technology changes the way we communicate
But do we really ever change
How often do you go left rather than right
How much do we ever change ourselves?
Rather than the world around us!
The seasons change
Colours change as the day is long
Hair colour changes
Economic conditions change
Politicians change
We change our clothes
We change our hair
Age changes our bodies
As does exercise
As does food
Technology changes the way we communicate
But do we really ever change
How often do you go left rather than right
How much do we ever change ourselves?
Rather than the world around us!
Change by Caroline
Hiding behind your curtain,
You feel ugly inside,
So many times you have wondered,
So many times you’ve cried,
Hurting from your past,
But affecting the present in which you reside,
You refuse to let go and change what’s deep inside,
Looking over your shoulder, recalling every scene,
Looking at others, your eyes filled envy with green,
You blame them all for what you’ve become,
Not reflecting that in the process it all seemed to be so fun,
Sitting there numb, dumb as your world tumbles down,
Sitting there in silence, not making a single sound,
I see now,
That you’re not sitting there alone,
As your demons hunt you, putting on a show,
I see now,
That you’re not sitting there hiding but wanting to be found,
You feel like you can’t change this life that you are living now,
You’ve lost control and cant start forgiving,
Yourself, you’ve put change on a shelf,
It’s something you feel you can’t reach,
But I’m here to teach,
You,
That change doesn’t come over night,
You have to fight,
Cos in the long term you will see the light,
Bright as the day you arose,
In the new place you now call home,
My child, my darling, to change you don’t need to be alone
You feel ugly inside,
So many times you have wondered,
So many times you’ve cried,
Hurting from your past,
But affecting the present in which you reside,
You refuse to let go and change what’s deep inside,
Looking over your shoulder, recalling every scene,
Looking at others, your eyes filled envy with green,
You blame them all for what you’ve become,
Not reflecting that in the process it all seemed to be so fun,
Sitting there numb, dumb as your world tumbles down,
Sitting there in silence, not making a single sound,
I see now,
That you’re not sitting there alone,
As your demons hunt you, putting on a show,
I see now,
That you’re not sitting there hiding but wanting to be found,
You feel like you can’t change this life that you are living now,
You’ve lost control and cant start forgiving,
Yourself, you’ve put change on a shelf,
It’s something you feel you can’t reach,
But I’m here to teach,
You,
That change doesn’t come over night,
You have to fight,
Cos in the long term you will see the light,
Bright as the day you arose,
In the new place you now call home,
My child, my darling, to change you don’t need to be alone
Change by Enzo Marra
You copied me,
Word for word,
Every nuance
Exactly the same,
Subtle right tilt
And no paragraph,
You even used
A red biro,
Just as
I had,
The tear at
The left corner,
Same length
And gradient,
Even though it
Ripped by chance.
Word for word,
Every nuance
Exactly the same,
Subtle right tilt
And no paragraph,
You even used
A red biro,
Just as
I had,
The tear at
The left corner,
Same length
And gradient,
Even though it
Ripped by chance.
Change by Anon
From Rainfall to Shine
From Grey Skies to blue
And Water to Wine
From Falsehood to True
If therein there lies
A Pearl of Great Price
Then what of the rest, and the lost and the found
And which of us acknowledge the duties by which we’re
bound,
And give to our Brethren that which is due,
And keeping back nothing, nor giving in lieu.
What gives and receives in equal aplomb,
In the sure Certitude of the Judgement to come,
And knows that the world of beyond,
When all is discovered, and none can be Spared,
From Justice and Punishment equally shared.
When nothing is sure, And nothing is True,
When All is confusion and everything Strange,
There can be but one Conclusion,
“plus ça change”.
From Grey Skies to blue
And Water to Wine
From Falsehood to True
If therein there lies
A Pearl of Great Price
Then what of the rest, and the lost and the found
And which of us acknowledge the duties by which we’re
bound,
And give to our Brethren that which is due,
And keeping back nothing, nor giving in lieu.
What gives and receives in equal aplomb,
In the sure Certitude of the Judgement to come,
And knows that the world of beyond,
When all is discovered, and none can be Spared,
From Justice and Punishment equally shared.
When nothing is sure, And nothing is True,
When All is confusion and everything Strange,
There can be but one Conclusion,
“plus ça change”.
Change by Sophie
We change our lives
And change our minds
We change our feelings
And change the times.
A change can be
A short term thing,
Or a change can be forever.
I don’t think there’s anything
Wrong in changing,
To try and be somebody better.
But I think with change
Comes a lot of blame.
A lot of courage,
But a lot of pain.
Afraid to be somone
Who's always the same.
Boring, plain,
Predictable, mundane.
I think a change is a push
To help you move on.
Whether it's what you want
Or life’s gone wrong.
Coz change is what keeps us going
To strive for something more.
We spend a lifetime asking questions
That we have no answers for.
A change can be a make or break,
A risk to take, or a big mistake!
But who cares anyway?
If the change wasn’t what you saw,
The beauty of change is that
You can change back-
To the Life you had before! Change
And change our minds
We change our feelings
And change the times.
A change can be
A short term thing,
Or a change can be forever.
I don’t think there’s anything
Wrong in changing,
To try and be somebody better.
But I think with change
Comes a lot of blame.
A lot of courage,
But a lot of pain.
Afraid to be somone
Who's always the same.
Boring, plain,
Predictable, mundane.
I think a change is a push
To help you move on.
Whether it's what you want
Or life’s gone wrong.
Coz change is what keeps us going
To strive for something more.
We spend a lifetime asking questions
That we have no answers for.
A change can be a make or break,
A risk to take, or a big mistake!
But who cares anyway?
If the change wasn’t what you saw,
The beauty of change is that
You can change back-
To the Life you had before! Change
Joy by Sean
I sometimes jumped with Joy
Jumped up and down, up and down
My body was full of
The joys of Spring
Spring in my step, I jumped for joy
Spring in my step, I danced with
The Sunlit morning to the
Coffee shop
Joy is a moment in a time
When hope, wonder and sometimes
madness
fill my being, in these moments
I love to jump for Joy
Jumped up and down, up and down
My body was full of
The joys of Spring
Spring in my step, I jumped for joy
Spring in my step, I danced with
The Sunlit morning to the
Coffee shop
Joy is a moment in a time
When hope, wonder and sometimes
madness
fill my being, in these moments
I love to jump for Joy
Joy by Fassbinder
Joy by Fassbinder
Joey dropped an E
And thought he found joy:
The whole world, changed!
But the next day …
he was just
J
-o
--e
---y
again
Some years later
Joey found joy
The world hadn’t changed
But Joey had.
Joey dropped an E
And thought he found joy:
The whole world, changed!
But the next day …
he was just
J
-o
--e
---y
again
Some years later
Joey found joy
The world hadn’t changed
But Joey had.
Joy by Maddy
My inspiration Psalms: 16:11
“Thou wilt show me the path
of Life
In Thy Presence is fulness of
Joy
At Thy Right hand there are
pleasures forever more.”
“Joy”
“ I truly want to feel Joy
I am on a journey
making this possible in my Choice,
I wake up and my first thought
is gratefulness..
I am blessed for having all
my working senses.
Even if yesterday turned
a total mess...”
“By forgetting Who we Are,
we have chosen the worst so far!
Please let us all turn this around,
Choose good, choose Love,
Choose common ground.
Where only Joy will be found!!”
“Thou wilt show me the path
of Life
In Thy Presence is fulness of
Joy
At Thy Right hand there are
pleasures forever more.”
“Joy”
“ I truly want to feel Joy
I am on a journey
making this possible in my Choice,
I wake up and my first thought
is gratefulness..
I am blessed for having all
my working senses.
Even if yesterday turned
a total mess...”
“By forgetting Who we Are,
we have chosen the worst so far!
Please let us all turn this around,
Choose good, choose Love,
Choose common ground.
Where only Joy will be found!!”
Joy by Erato
Precious as a jewel
Easy to create as a jingle
I have my everyday joys
Simple collections of different elements
Cappuccino cig trees air in motion sun
But there is the joy
The unique fragile ephemeral unexpected one
The same that raptures all my senses
Comme une vague sur la mediterrannee
Inattendue mais tellement esperee
Elle froisse ma tranquillité
Et a l intense sensation me fait gouter
It is an art
Knowing how to grab this surreal fleeting
Delicious moment
When I can feel I am not dead
My joy is aquatic
Soft as the blue colour
But electric
It is as an unforgettable gift
To life
Easy to create as a jingle
I have my everyday joys
Simple collections of different elements
Cappuccino cig trees air in motion sun
But there is the joy
The unique fragile ephemeral unexpected one
The same that raptures all my senses
Comme une vague sur la mediterrannee
Inattendue mais tellement esperee
Elle froisse ma tranquillité
Et a l intense sensation me fait gouter
It is an art
Knowing how to grab this surreal fleeting
Delicious moment
When I can feel I am not dead
My joy is aquatic
Soft as the blue colour
But electric
It is as an unforgettable gift
To life
Mother by Anon
Hey mum, I miss you
Hey mum, I miss you
Hey mum, I miss you
My life is dying without you
My eyes are crying for you
My heart is reaching for you
Help me mum
Mother, you’re my Samaritan
You are my lost vallium…
Here I’m now suffering
Looking for the covering
Of my inner soul
The one you roll
and gently hold
in your silk hands that
make me breathe
Mother, please
Come back to me
Hey mum, I miss you
Hey mum, I miss you
My life is dying without you
My eyes are crying for you
My heart is reaching for you
Help me mum
Mother, you’re my Samaritan
You are my lost vallium…
Here I’m now suffering
Looking for the covering
Of my inner soul
The one you roll
and gently hold
in your silk hands that
make me breathe
Mother, please
Come back to me
Mother by Tim Rudall
A comfort by and by, you are
And though the years don’t lie, you see
The tender side of me, I yield
My truer self to you
Behind my sterner traits, there dwells
A meekness, long it waits, to tell
You all it’s longed to share, with
Only you, only your ear
Of course, a son I am to both; no rues,
No discourse pulled by sloth. It’s just
A simpler course we cross, Mum
How time paves, and builds, and welds
And though the years don’t lie, you see
The tender side of me, I yield
My truer self to you
Behind my sterner traits, there dwells
A meekness, long it waits, to tell
You all it’s longed to share, with
Only you, only your ear
Of course, a son I am to both; no rues,
No discourse pulled by sloth. It’s just
A simpler course we cross, Mum
How time paves, and builds, and welds
Mother by Maddy
The Beginning
She is so lovely
Especially when she sings
and spreads her feather wings
to protect her creation
how truly amazing
She is so lovely
Especially when she sings
and spreads her feather wings
to protect her creation
how truly amazing
Mother by Cody
Pointed, sustaining, hanging
Mid-air, anchoring
The deepest affections of a Mother
The moon is
Pulling into soft focus
all the glory of the sun
Distributing the subtler energies
at distant points,
weaving a web, as a only a Mother could
Protecting,
giving form to
dust and space
- or, as a friend told me –
The moon is an aperture
At the month of this doomed fish-bowl
that we are at the bottom of.
And all life is cultured
by the gentle rhythms
of our mothers stretching backward
Into some distant lineage
The moon hangs in silence, and we sleep
As she works for us, tethered, cycling
-but then-
To be awoken abruptly, by the sand-
Jock hammers in the basement, shattering
Men working, sweating to deconstruct
What Mother has built in our sleep
Mid-air, anchoring
The deepest affections of a Mother
The moon is
Pulling into soft focus
all the glory of the sun
Distributing the subtler energies
at distant points,
weaving a web, as a only a Mother could
Protecting,
giving form to
dust and space
- or, as a friend told me –
The moon is an aperture
At the month of this doomed fish-bowl
that we are at the bottom of.
And all life is cultured
by the gentle rhythms
of our mothers stretching backward
Into some distant lineage
The moon hangs in silence, and we sleep
As she works for us, tethered, cycling
-but then-
To be awoken abruptly, by the sand-
Jock hammers in the basement, shattering
Men working, sweating to deconstruct
What Mother has built in our sleep
Mother by Marie
Undoubtedly burdened by your issues
Tormented by time, tears and tissues
You put me down but pick me up
You heal my wounds, yet fuck me up.
You unglue my feet if they get stuck
When life is tough and gets too much.
I’ve laughed my greatest laughs with you
And cried a lifetime of tears for you
Life is pretty mad I think
And I understand why you drink
Careless stares and blood shot eyes
We are locked in frightened silent cries.
I have a key and go inside
I feel your pain or is it mine
It hurts sometimes
Tormented by time, tears and tissues
You put me down but pick me up
You heal my wounds, yet fuck me up.
You unglue my feet if they get stuck
When life is tough and gets too much.
I’ve laughed my greatest laughs with you
And cried a lifetime of tears for you
Life is pretty mad I think
And I understand why you drink
Careless stares and blood shot eyes
We are locked in frightened silent cries.
I have a key and go inside
I feel your pain or is it mine
It hurts sometimes
Mother by Anon
I have the best Mum in the World
I know you don’t believe me
But its true
Kindness, Love and warmth
Humour and vitality
She brings joy with her –
Support to everyone
No one is left out
If all people were like
My Mum
The world would be ok
I know you don’t believe me
But its true
Kindness, Love and warmth
Humour and vitality
She brings joy with her –
Support to everyone
No one is left out
If all people were like
My Mum
The world would be ok
Yes by Fassbinder
Twenty Questions by Fassbinder
She said “no” to me
To everything
Everyday
Except to having her hand
Everytime
Whatever I asked
‘No, no, no’.
The day the bathroom was fitted
I was fired from my job at 9am
I was home before noon
The place seemed different
Cold and empty
Like me
Moments after clicking the front door to
I froze
From what I could discern
I could hear coming
From a room upstairs
… her.
But it couldn’t be her
Could it?
Because I could hear her
Saying the word “Yes”
Perhaps fifteen times
I shuffled up the stairs
Then scaled the last risers
To the landing
In one
And ran into the bathroom
From whence the sound came
They both looked at me
“Noooo!... she said.
“It’s not what you think…
We’re playing twenty questions”.
She said “no” to me
To everything
Everyday
Except to having her hand
Everytime
Whatever I asked
‘No, no, no’.
The day the bathroom was fitted
I was fired from my job at 9am
I was home before noon
The place seemed different
Cold and empty
Like me
Moments after clicking the front door to
I froze
From what I could discern
I could hear coming
From a room upstairs
… her.
But it couldn’t be her
Could it?
Because I could hear her
Saying the word “Yes”
Perhaps fifteen times
I shuffled up the stairs
Then scaled the last risers
To the landing
In one
And ran into the bathroom
From whence the sound came
They both looked at me
“Noooo!... she said.
“It’s not what you think…
We’re playing twenty questions”.
Yes by Jo
The sound of children’s laughter
The turning of the leaves
How easy life could be
How beautiful love would be
If only I could say Yes
The desperation in her voice
The sadness that consumes her
Through the darkness she thinks
If only I could say yes
Today I stand in all my glory
No longer a prisoner of that world
Today I stand and to the world
I can say Yes.
The turning of the leaves
How easy life could be
How beautiful love would be
If only I could say Yes
The desperation in her voice
The sadness that consumes her
Through the darkness she thinks
If only I could say yes
Today I stand in all my glory
No longer a prisoner of that world
Today I stand and to the world
I can say Yes.
Yes by Fassbinder
She shook her head defiantly
paused and said
“Not even for a million quid no”
He looked at the ground
then back in her eyes and whispered
“I-I, just want to get you into bed, p-lease”
“I bet you do, and then in five minutes you will disappear”
his mother said.
“... and the answer’s still no!...
It’s got bugs in it and worse
I’ve tried to tell the nurse
Take me ‘ome son
let me die with me creature comforts
will you son, will you?”
“Yes, mother
yes okay”.
paused and said
“Not even for a million quid no”
He looked at the ground
then back in her eyes and whispered
“I-I, just want to get you into bed, p-lease”
“I bet you do, and then in five minutes you will disappear”
his mother said.
“... and the answer’s still no!...
It’s got bugs in it and worse
I’ve tried to tell the nurse
Take me ‘ome son
let me die with me creature comforts
will you son, will you?”
“Yes, mother
yes okay”.
Yes by Mario
The lastest never-done researchs of a non-existing
university, show that explorers have a strong
tendency to say “yes”
Other never-done researches, also point that explorers have
Mortality rate, disappointment rate, heart break rate and
Ankle twisted higher than the average
But, I haven’t heard of any explorer regret, except
One or two, or three, or four, or….
the rest know that when the say yes, the ‘S’ can
become the sound of a snake who gonna bite you
or just the wind blowing through the door
just opened
And they like it? Yes!!
university, show that explorers have a strong
tendency to say “yes”
Other never-done researches, also point that explorers have
Mortality rate, disappointment rate, heart break rate and
Ankle twisted higher than the average
But, I haven’t heard of any explorer regret, except
One or two, or three, or four, or….
the rest know that when the say yes, the ‘S’ can
become the sound of a snake who gonna bite you
or just the wind blowing through the door
just opened
And they like it? Yes!!
Yes by Sean Duffy
Yes by Sean
Yes Yes yes to life and yes
to hope and yes to imagination
so we can create and yes
to the winds that blow away my troubles
and the autumn leaves that fall gently like my tears
and yes they bring me comfort.
Yes oh Yes always yes to love
because rivers flow through it and clear my eyes and
yes to the rough oceans we must cross to understand its power and depth and
yes to the waterfalls cascading with magical mystery and
yes oh yes I only have to call its name and
yes it will open the flood barriers
so I can glide with it in its rich oceans
and yes I must never fear its strength for
yes
It will give me wings and
yes always yes I shout to the heavens and to you
YES YES YES
Yes Yes yes to life and yes
to hope and yes to imagination
so we can create and yes
to the winds that blow away my troubles
and the autumn leaves that fall gently like my tears
and yes they bring me comfort.
Yes oh Yes always yes to love
because rivers flow through it and clear my eyes and
yes to the rough oceans we must cross to understand its power and depth and
yes to the waterfalls cascading with magical mystery and
yes oh yes I only have to call its name and
yes it will open the flood barriers
so I can glide with it in its rich oceans
and yes I must never fear its strength for
yes
It will give me wings and
yes always yes I shout to the heavens and to you
YES YES YES
Transition by Anissa
Transition
Not happy in my own skin
From innocent child to awkward teen
I stand in the mirror not liking what I see
How I long to rid myself of insecurity
Somebody help me please?
I remove my clothes they drop to the floor
As the artist begins to draw
The arch of my back
The curve of my breast
I am shaking from nerves
My heart beats in my chest
Soon I start to relax
Sacrificing myself in the name of art
As time goes on I start thinking differently
Growing in spirit and mind
I ask myself this how can you love another
When you don’t love yourself?
I used to be nervous of my body
The scars on my legs
A map of my past
Now when I see my reflection
I smile instead
A sign of inner strength
A wise man once said
What have I learnt on my journey of self discovery?
The difficulties life has thrown at me?
Not to worry it’s wasteful and useless in times like these
Don’t live in fear of the unknown
Know your worth there lies the key
And failure that comes to us all
But we can rise from the ashes once more
To be reborn and see ourselves in a different light
I no longer care what others think
Ladies and gentleman my transition is complete
Not happy in my own skin
From innocent child to awkward teen
I stand in the mirror not liking what I see
How I long to rid myself of insecurity
Somebody help me please?
I remove my clothes they drop to the floor
As the artist begins to draw
The arch of my back
The curve of my breast
I am shaking from nerves
My heart beats in my chest
Soon I start to relax
Sacrificing myself in the name of art
As time goes on I start thinking differently
Growing in spirit and mind
I ask myself this how can you love another
When you don’t love yourself?
I used to be nervous of my body
The scars on my legs
A map of my past
Now when I see my reflection
I smile instead
A sign of inner strength
A wise man once said
What have I learnt on my journey of self discovery?
The difficulties life has thrown at me?
Not to worry it’s wasteful and useless in times like these
Don’t live in fear of the unknown
Know your worth there lies the key
And failure that comes to us all
But we can rise from the ashes once more
To be reborn and see ourselves in a different light
I no longer care what others think
Ladies and gentleman my transition is complete
Unrequited Love by Erato
I fell in love …
With Unrequited Love
I am afraid because the day I’ll get tired of him I’ll truly fall in love
Big trouble
Once a wise man told me a Spanish proverb on unrequited love
That stated what follows: it is the most beautiful pure ever lasting one
Because it never scrubs itself to cruel reality. Indeed it sits on a soft fantasy.
It never dies, remains undamaged, unsullied. Whole and Holy.
No disillusion. One to one conversation.
Perfect. No surprise. “La bêtise, c’est d’être surpris”
Unrequited love reveals the quest of an ideal:
The dance between sun and moon
They never encounter but in a way live together
And form the harmonious union:
Love me love me not
Je t’aime…Moi non plus.
The day the one I think I love unrequitedly will love me back
Big trouble. Big surprise.
That day I will agree that two can make one
That day I will grow up and be able to face
That day I will open myself to risks
Burning my wings
Of sorrow dying
That day I’ll give and accept the giving
Back.
Full circle. Like a ring.
With Unrequited Love
I am afraid because the day I’ll get tired of him I’ll truly fall in love
Big trouble
Once a wise man told me a Spanish proverb on unrequited love
That stated what follows: it is the most beautiful pure ever lasting one
Because it never scrubs itself to cruel reality. Indeed it sits on a soft fantasy.
It never dies, remains undamaged, unsullied. Whole and Holy.
No disillusion. One to one conversation.
Perfect. No surprise. “La bêtise, c’est d’être surpris”
Unrequited love reveals the quest of an ideal:
The dance between sun and moon
They never encounter but in a way live together
And form the harmonious union:
Love me love me not
Je t’aime…Moi non plus.
The day the one I think I love unrequitedly will love me back
Big trouble. Big surprise.
That day I will agree that two can make one
That day I will grow up and be able to face
That day I will open myself to risks
Burning my wings
Of sorrow dying
That day I’ll give and accept the giving
Back.
Full circle. Like a ring.
Unrequited Love by Dany Teller
Unending love
A change of season, a change of scenery, and a change of color I am devoted to you.
Am devoted to being printed and so I can read out aloud to praise the lord.
For I am full of love and devoted to transition and to relentless passion.
As I dream I am in a world of wonderland, my love is remitting for a world of vision and make believe.
Give me a place to be on a white cloud where I can eternally be at peace.
As I speak I lay on my cloud its slivery for I am the lord our god the one and only.
Fill me with unending love, fill me a place for transition and fill me with celestial kindness.
As a poet I love to pray and dream my life away, I am full of surprise and fantasy so please share it with me until kingdom come.
From transition to unending love allow me to spread the word of love to the world allow me to be at peace in the life of unison and vanity.
A change of season, a change of scenery, and a change of color I am devoted to you.
Am devoted to being printed and so I can read out aloud to praise the lord.
For I am full of love and devoted to transition and to relentless passion.
As I dream I am in a world of wonderland, my love is remitting for a world of vision and make believe.
Give me a place to be on a white cloud where I can eternally be at peace.
As I speak I lay on my cloud its slivery for I am the lord our god the one and only.
Fill me with unending love, fill me a place for transition and fill me with celestial kindness.
As a poet I love to pray and dream my life away, I am full of surprise and fantasy so please share it with me until kingdom come.
From transition to unending love allow me to spread the word of love to the world allow me to be at peace in the life of unison and vanity.
Unrequited Love by Maddy
Unrequited Love
Unrequited love??
No such thing exists...
This is like saying there is no white dove.
No Sun that dances,
Or no Moon that perfectly winks.
Love is Free
A gift from above.
For all living things to have in abundance thereoff.
Only a foolish mind would think this way,
In no way is this meant as a judgement,
only an observation.
Try not to live in the Illusion,
of means, to be or not to be's,
Measuring things in decrees,
judging outcomes and experiences,
Let it be, let it be
Love is FREE
Unrequited love??
No such thing exists...
This is like saying there is no white dove.
No Sun that dances,
Or no Moon that perfectly winks.
Love is Free
A gift from above.
For all living things to have in abundance thereoff.
Only a foolish mind would think this way,
In no way is this meant as a judgement,
only an observation.
Try not to live in the Illusion,
of means, to be or not to be's,
Measuring things in decrees,
judging outcomes and experiences,
Let it be, let it be
Love is FREE
New by Maddy
"New"
I wake up in the morning to a New day,
the sun shining golden, or sometimes its grey,
but it always brings a smile to my face..
a blessed New day always brings a New way.
Life is a story, a beautiful journal.
With New chapters and tales to tell!
Everybody walks a diffrent path,
but in the end we end up together,
it is called the circle of life and it lasts forever.
Every month brings a New Moon,
giving us a chance to clear the clutter
we do not have to feel so blue!!
Be open and true, be not consumed by matter.
Change everyday into a New You!
I wake up in the morning to a New day,
the sun shining golden, or sometimes its grey,
but it always brings a smile to my face..
a blessed New day always brings a New way.
Life is a story, a beautiful journal.
With New chapters and tales to tell!
Everybody walks a diffrent path,
but in the end we end up together,
it is called the circle of life and it lasts forever.
Every month brings a New Moon,
giving us a chance to clear the clutter
we do not have to feel so blue!!
Be open and true, be not consumed by matter.
Change everyday into a New You!
New by Gem Hornton
New
A spark
A pop
A thrust
A squeeze
A pant
A scream
A mown
A grown
A push
A breath
A wail
A new life
A spark
A pop
A thrust
A squeeze
A pant
A scream
A mown
A grown
A push
A breath
A wail
A new life
New by Anissa Ladjemi
Never forget me and always remember to be true
I need to get out need to breathe again
To leave this place to go somewhere new
I hope you understand
Need to see if I can go it alone
Packing my bags and boarding the plane
To a new place
To an unknown land so different from my own
What will become of me?
How we met so unexpected a fleeting moment in time
I was weak and fell for your Latino charm
And so are romance began
Poor boy with holes in his clothes
Your brown skin against mine two souls intertwined
Your soft lips caressing my neck
There is no turning back
I remember your words
You said you believed in a better world beyond this one
Where there is no division between rich and poor
No poverty no hunger no hate fuelled wars
I smiled you were always so full of hope.
I sit on the beach where we met and think of the time we had
Cut short by a violent act your life taken away
While trying to help your fellow man
In a land of extremes of beauty love of good and bad
You have entered a better world you are at peace now
A long time has passed
I think of what you said to me
Stay courageous and strong
Live for the moments that bring you joy
Don’t shed any tears for me for they shall pass
Live with an open heart so you can create joyful moments with another
Somebody new
I will miss the moments we shared
Never forget me and always remember to be true.
I need to get out need to breathe again
To leave this place to go somewhere new
I hope you understand
Need to see if I can go it alone
Packing my bags and boarding the plane
To a new place
To an unknown land so different from my own
What will become of me?
How we met so unexpected a fleeting moment in time
I was weak and fell for your Latino charm
And so are romance began
Poor boy with holes in his clothes
Your brown skin against mine two souls intertwined
Your soft lips caressing my neck
There is no turning back
I remember your words
You said you believed in a better world beyond this one
Where there is no division between rich and poor
No poverty no hunger no hate fuelled wars
I smiled you were always so full of hope.
I sit on the beach where we met and think of the time we had
Cut short by a violent act your life taken away
While trying to help your fellow man
In a land of extremes of beauty love of good and bad
You have entered a better world you are at peace now
A long time has passed
I think of what you said to me
Stay courageous and strong
Live for the moments that bring you joy
Don’t shed any tears for me for they shall pass
Live with an open heart so you can create joyful moments with another
Somebody new
I will miss the moments we shared
Never forget me and always remember to be true.
New by justine mclaughlin
NEW
He said he knew
She said it was new
They said we knew
I said it wasn’t new
It was old
That the old
Had become new
That what I thought I knew
Wasn’t new
It was old news
Therefore
It just wasn’t new anymore
We needed something
We needed something new
A new beginning
A new start
A new life
Something ridiculous
Something permanent
Something warm maybe
Anything
Just make sure it’s new
He said he knew
She said it was new
They said we knew
I said it wasn’t new
It was old
That the old
Had become new
That what I thought I knew
Wasn’t new
It was old news
Therefore
It just wasn’t new anymore
We needed something
We needed something new
A new beginning
A new start
A new life
Something ridiculous
Something permanent
Something warm maybe
Anything
Just make sure it’s new
Surrender by Ambrose
Stretched at the limit
Breathless in the air
Coming to term
Weakening
Close to surrender
Knowing your opponent
Cracking the mind game
Momentarily let it go
Tactfully
Choosing to surrender
With sophisticated weaponry
Not invited to the battlefield
Chasing imaginary enemies
At the end
Forced to surrender
Not by virtue
Submitting to the best
Neither a sign of weakness
Only by love
Convenient to surrender
Like a river on its course
Obstacles on its path
Flexible all the way
Winning
Ignoring to surrender
That irresistible smile
From the world’s child
In shared destiny
Falling for it
Never to surrender
Breathless in the air
Coming to term
Weakening
Close to surrender
Knowing your opponent
Cracking the mind game
Momentarily let it go
Tactfully
Choosing to surrender
With sophisticated weaponry
Not invited to the battlefield
Chasing imaginary enemies
At the end
Forced to surrender
Not by virtue
Submitting to the best
Neither a sign of weakness
Only by love
Convenient to surrender
Like a river on its course
Obstacles on its path
Flexible all the way
Winning
Ignoring to surrender
That irresistible smile
From the world’s child
In shared destiny
Falling for it
Never to surrender
Surrender by Justine Mclaughlin
Never
I surrender
To the stars
The Moon
Even to the earth
But I wont do that
I surrender
To the plants
The flowers
Even to the insects
But I wont do that
I surrender
To the clouds
The sky
Even to the birds
But I wont do that
I surrender
To the spirits
To the gods
Even to the fairies
But I wont do that
I surrender
To jealousy
To guilt
Even to love
I surrender
To anger
To disappointment
And even to lust
I surrender to kisses
To rage
To joy
Even to fear
I surrender
To hope
To pleasure
To courage
I surrender
I surrender
To awe
To pride
Even to sadness
To joy
To love And even to happiness
I surrender
To the stars
The Moon
Even to the earth
But I wont do that
I surrender
To the plants
The flowers
Even to the insects
But I wont do that
I surrender
To the clouds
The sky
Even to the birds
But I wont do that
I surrender
To the spirits
To the gods
Even to the fairies
But I wont do that
I surrender
To jealousy
To guilt
Even to love
I surrender
To anger
To disappointment
And even to lust
I surrender to kisses
To rage
To joy
Even to fear
I surrender
To hope
To pleasure
To courage
I surrender
I surrender
To awe
To pride
Even to sadness
To joy
To love And even to happiness
Dream by Annette C
Dream
When I was young-about 9 or 10
I watched the men on the TV
Who spoke so twee, about money and MPs
I knew then what I wanted to be
The years eased in; the forms filled in
The referees asked, their titled names-
In letters large and small. The ones I sought
After being taught, that respect was
Neither won nor gained
Without those letters on your name.
Nice house, good car-markers of success
“You’ll go far,” they said
Whilst sneering at John from down the estate
And later, a prayer before lunch-time break
“For Children in Africa-a Christian sake”
And yet had I really listened to
Their Christian talk; “better your background”
I’ve have learned that the world
Was largely planned; we were actors
In a script already writ
As Johnny would say without shame.
And yet we all had our dreams
When we were young and watched TV
Of Worlds so far apart;Of people we wanted to be.
When I was young-about 9 or 10
I watched the men on the TV
Who spoke so twee, about money and MPs
I knew then what I wanted to be
The years eased in; the forms filled in
The referees asked, their titled names-
In letters large and small. The ones I sought
After being taught, that respect was
Neither won nor gained
Without those letters on your name.
Nice house, good car-markers of success
“You’ll go far,” they said
Whilst sneering at John from down the estate
And later, a prayer before lunch-time break
“For Children in Africa-a Christian sake”
And yet had I really listened to
Their Christian talk; “better your background”
I’ve have learned that the world
Was largely planned; we were actors
In a script already writ
As Johnny would say without shame.
And yet we all had our dreams
When we were young and watched TV
Of Worlds so far apart;Of people we wanted to be.
Dream by Sean
Dream
We dared to Dream
Poets Window is the gateway to
The Stream
Of consciousness
We float down stream embracing
Our magical, mysterious dream - unfolding
Surprise - delight - excitement
as the stream becomes a river becomes an ocean
Mountains will be moved
Oceans will part
The Dream will be fulfilled
And each Dream shall be rounded with a sleep.
We dared to Dream
Poets Window is the gateway to
The Stream
Of consciousness
We float down stream embracing
Our magical, mysterious dream - unfolding
Surprise - delight - excitement
as the stream becomes a river becomes an ocean
Mountains will be moved
Oceans will part
The Dream will be fulfilled
And each Dream shall be rounded with a sleep.
Dream by Tim Rudall
Alone, apart, detached from rational careering
Now veering between highways and cotton-wool D-roads
A near miss that - phew – honk your bell at the culprit
One broad field ahead, floating, snooze-control…Oh Shit!
What’s this? Hello Pete! Been a while, how’s your dog?
Those shoes were once lost. Now they’re back…and they’re pink
I’ll try them if I can see past my knees through the fog.
A crack somewhere. Or the radiator behind my bed.
One stage of lucidity, then I’m dozing anew
Now I’ve gained some control let’s be off again. Round two.
Now veering between highways and cotton-wool D-roads
A near miss that - phew – honk your bell at the culprit
One broad field ahead, floating, snooze-control…Oh Shit!
What’s this? Hello Pete! Been a while, how’s your dog?
Those shoes were once lost. Now they’re back…and they’re pink
I’ll try them if I can see past my knees through the fog.
A crack somewhere. Or the radiator behind my bed.
One stage of lucidity, then I’m dozing anew
Now I’ve gained some control let’s be off again. Round two.
Surrender by Aaron Flynn
Surrender
Give yourself up
to the wafting of the breeze;
throw yourself upon the mercies
of the vibrant pastel azure
of the sky in any, in every, season in either hemisphere.
By goat or crab it has no matter, no meaning
but how it is interpreted. The granite blue of deepest despair
or the baby blue of a new-borns milky sock.
Turbulent sea can represent passion, not only
indecision; can show the tempestuousness of
a lovers lusty indiscretions or the
torrid intertwining of a scalene
ménage a trois.
Relinquish all before the planes of
nature: feel the cold sea on your naked flesh;
taste the kamikaze-rain; witness
the murders of the sky as our star
wakes and sleeps; inhale the perfume
of blossom, of trees, of fauna; hear
the cries of every specimen of
creature in existence.
And marvel.
Surrender.
Give yourself up
to the wafting of the breeze;
throw yourself upon the mercies
of the vibrant pastel azure
of the sky in any, in every, season in either hemisphere.
By goat or crab it has no matter, no meaning
but how it is interpreted. The granite blue of deepest despair
or the baby blue of a new-borns milky sock.
Turbulent sea can represent passion, not only
indecision; can show the tempestuousness of
a lovers lusty indiscretions or the
torrid intertwining of a scalene
ménage a trois.
Relinquish all before the planes of
nature: feel the cold sea on your naked flesh;
taste the kamikaze-rain; witness
the murders of the sky as our star
wakes and sleeps; inhale the perfume
of blossom, of trees, of fauna; hear
the cries of every specimen of
creature in existence.
And marvel.
Surrender.
Dream by Aaron Flyn
Dream
The sharp and scarlet fence droops,
and its sign
proclaims, in dire letters, a warning to all
who would seek to climb
and clamber
into the ragged
fields beyond
where the disem-
bodied
heads of youngsters peer above
sallow grass, their screams echo
through the twilit air. A sour breathy breeze
stirs the pollen from the grass,
and on the sharp and scarlet fence
that nobody should pass
its sign which reads
SHADOWERS EXPECT DYING
The sharp and scarlet fence droops,
and its sign
proclaims, in dire letters, a warning to all
who would seek to climb
and clamber
into the ragged
fields beyond
where the disem-
bodied
heads of youngsters peer above
sallow grass, their screams echo
through the twilit air. A sour breathy breeze
stirs the pollen from the grass,
and on the sharp and scarlet fence
that nobody should pass
its sign which reads
SHADOWERS EXPECT DYING
City by Aaron Flynn
City
Muddy serpent writhes, cloud-
dappled light spangling from the squalls,
entangling
with manmade acrid clouds
acting as shrouds for the spite,
for the right to exist,
to subsist ,whilst people
suffer (or excel) and everything
between: a prism of humanity
where purple are the battered masses,
yellow the chosen few who succeed
at everything they do.
And we?
We are the crimson, the sapphire,
the emerald and the fuchsia riptide.
We are the in-betweeners, the
down-and-outers.
We are the forgotten.
Muddy serpent writhes, cloud-
dappled light spangling from the squalls,
entangling
with manmade acrid clouds
acting as shrouds for the spite,
for the right to exist,
to subsist ,whilst people
suffer (or excel) and everything
between: a prism of humanity
where purple are the battered masses,
yellow the chosen few who succeed
at everything they do.
And we?
We are the crimson, the sapphire,
the emerald and the fuchsia riptide.
We are the in-betweeners, the
down-and-outers.
We are the forgotten.
Dream by Gemma Gray
Dream
A new Chapter
Men of Colour
Theres a man to follow
For change with a breeze
That will bring tomorrow
A lot will be gained
And lost along the way
For a new America
And its people
A new generation
Dawn of a new day
A new Chapter
Men of Colour
Theres a man to follow
For change with a breeze
That will bring tomorrow
A lot will be gained
And lost along the way
For a new America
And its people
A new generation
Dawn of a new day
Dream by Ambrose
Dream
by Ambrose Nzeyimana
Out of space standing
Out of time evolving
Out of mind drifting
Travelling
Exploring
Dreaming still
Yes alive while breathing
Out of prisons taken
Out of body running away
Out in nowhere ending
Hoping the impossible
Thinking of the occurrence
Doing the unthinkable
Addressing adversity
Out of actuality
New world navigating
Beginning customisation
Achieving unexpectedly
Challenging known beliefs
Passing on the flag
Dreaming of life
Living at last
Dreaming while living
Living the dream
As a way of life
A person who cannot dream is dead. If someone took away your ability to dream, this would be the cruelest attempt to your life. Dreaming is about our imagination navigating consciously or unconsciously in the known and/or unknown/ mysterious world.
by Ambrose Nzeyimana
Out of space standing
Out of time evolving
Out of mind drifting
Travelling
Exploring
Dreaming still
Yes alive while breathing
Out of prisons taken
Out of body running away
Out in nowhere ending
Hoping the impossible
Thinking of the occurrence
Doing the unthinkable
Addressing adversity
Out of actuality
New world navigating
Beginning customisation
Achieving unexpectedly
Challenging known beliefs
Passing on the flag
Dreaming of life
Living at last
Dreaming while living
Living the dream
As a way of life
A person who cannot dream is dead. If someone took away your ability to dream, this would be the cruelest attempt to your life. Dreaming is about our imagination navigating consciously or unconsciously in the known and/or unknown/ mysterious world.
Dream by Jenni Fagan
The Other Night;
Once Again
My teeth fell out.
My heart ran
screaming,
for the hills.
A notion wisped by.
I grabbed on,
wrung it
into a skyscraper,
I threw myself
from the battlements
only to find,
that I
can fly.
Once Again
My teeth fell out.
My heart ran
screaming,
for the hills.
A notion wisped by.
I grabbed on,
wrung it
into a skyscraper,
I threw myself
from the battlements
only to find,
that I
can fly.
Surrender- by Danny Teller
Not surrendering to the pressure
By Danny Teller
I am a compassionate man, I don’t like to surrender to anything
I am an understanding man, I hear the word of surrender but I never give up.
I am a patient man but I don’t surrender no matter how tough the challenge is.
I am a humble man and no matter how the odds are against me I don’t surrender or lose hope.
Surrender is a weak sign of hope, it’s a weak sign of patience, and it’s a sign of no faith.
Surrender indicates giving up without trying and that is a poor quality.
I never surrender, I never surrender to the theme of a challenge, and it’s the theme of surrender which challenges me to succeed even more.
With grit and determination the theme of surrender is a challenge never to be undermined and respected in all d
By Danny Teller
I am a compassionate man, I don’t like to surrender to anything
I am an understanding man, I hear the word of surrender but I never give up.
I am a patient man but I don’t surrender no matter how tough the challenge is.
I am a humble man and no matter how the odds are against me I don’t surrender or lose hope.
Surrender is a weak sign of hope, it’s a weak sign of patience, and it’s a sign of no faith.
Surrender indicates giving up without trying and that is a poor quality.
I never surrender, I never surrender to the theme of a challenge, and it’s the theme of surrender which challenges me to succeed even more.
With grit and determination the theme of surrender is a challenge never to be undermined and respected in all d
New - Inpiration by Jane Bristowe
Inspiration
I opened the zip of my wound
Like cracking open the crust of dry earth
I found
Seas roaring
Suns blazing
Winds belting
Vulnerability gouged out
Sexuality trampled under foot
Intuition battered
Instincts torn
Anger suffocated
Tears choked
Voice strangled
In this place shame ruled.
I let the light in
And banished my assailant
I gave myself permission
I gave myself love and understanding
I gave myself peace and tranquillity
I gave myself freedom
I gave myself the breath of life
I gave myself back the present moment
And balance was restored.
My inner hell became an inner vision
And not without pain
The earth became fertile again
And new life began.
Jane
1/7/98
I opened the zip of my wound
Like cracking open the crust of dry earth
I found
Seas roaring
Suns blazing
Winds belting
Vulnerability gouged out
Sexuality trampled under foot
Intuition battered
Instincts torn
Anger suffocated
Tears choked
Voice strangled
In this place shame ruled.
I let the light in
And banished my assailant
I gave myself permission
I gave myself love and understanding
I gave myself peace and tranquillity
I gave myself freedom
I gave myself the breath of life
I gave myself back the present moment
And balance was restored.
My inner hell became an inner vision
And not without pain
The earth became fertile again
And new life began.
Jane
1/7/98
Dream by Fassbinder
Dream by Fassbinder
And while you slept -
I climbed the mountains
Sailed the seas
Without any family
With relative ease
Achieved the grades
Earned the money
Never failed
To find life funny
Ended famine
… Third World debt
Invented health chocolate
And the Green Jumbo Jet
Saved the whale/
Endangered Meer cat
Worked out Boehms Theory
On the back of a beer mat
Became a Lad’s lad
And a perfect gent
Gave up sinning
For more than lent
Bigged you up
Enhanced your status
Mastered ‘Happy Birthday’
On a cazoo, with flatus
Said sorry for neglect
When I meant to help
Improved your physical
And mental health .
Made our drug of choice
Five portions of fruit
In the space of 10 minutes
Got the world to follow suit
And then I awoke
While you kept sleeping.
And while you slept -
I climbed the mountains
Sailed the seas
Without any family
With relative ease
Achieved the grades
Earned the money
Never failed
To find life funny
Ended famine
… Third World debt
Invented health chocolate
And the Green Jumbo Jet
Saved the whale/
Endangered Meer cat
Worked out Boehms Theory
On the back of a beer mat
Became a Lad’s lad
And a perfect gent
Gave up sinning
For more than lent
Bigged you up
Enhanced your status
Mastered ‘Happy Birthday’
On a cazoo, with flatus
Said sorry for neglect
When I meant to help
Improved your physical
And mental health .
Made our drug of choice
Five portions of fruit
In the space of 10 minutes
Got the world to follow suit
And then I awoke
While you kept sleeping.
Dream by justine mclaughlin
The Dream
I dreamt
I was sleeping
I dreamt I was
Dreaming
Dreaming of a fox
But it was real
Real I tell you
Pacing in circles
In the space
In the front of my bed
Pacing
Circling
Pacing
Circling
Till it sat
Back facing me
Upright
Proud
Guarding me
Calm
I lay still as a corpse
Holding breath
Did he see me?
Could he smell the fear?
An eye movement later
He was snaring
At something next to me
Making ravaged sounds
He was hungry
Or angry
Nestling his snout
Violently
Into the pillow
Next to me
His tail brushed over
My hair
He’d found mew
Will I die?
I looked up
Time 4 AM
I dreamt
I was sleeping
I dreamt I was
Dreaming
Dreaming of a fox
But it was real
Real I tell you
Pacing in circles
In the space
In the front of my bed
Pacing
Circling
Pacing
Circling
Till it sat
Back facing me
Upright
Proud
Guarding me
Calm
I lay still as a corpse
Holding breath
Did he see me?
Could he smell the fear?
An eye movement later
He was snaring
At something next to me
Making ravaged sounds
He was hungry
Or angry
Nestling his snout
Violently
Into the pillow
Next to me
His tail brushed over
My hair
He’d found mew
Will I die?
I looked up
Time 4 AM
Dream by Christina
Dream
My eyes shut, a deep breath,
I took a plunge, a header one
"so brave", I exclamed to myself.
"keep going", I thought
and my breath lasted indeed...
But now,back in the surface again.
The dream is over.
Ready for another deep breath!?
My eyes shut, a deep breath,
I took a plunge, a header one
"so brave", I exclamed to myself.
"keep going", I thought
and my breath lasted indeed...
But now,back in the surface again.
The dream is over.
Ready for another deep breath!?
Dream by Gem
Dreaming of Together
Standing in her red ball gown,
She watches the others,
Like delicate flowers they move and swirling,
As though they were connected to each other,
The hate and anger builds,
She remembers the love they had,
The pain and passion they had,
The memories of how they moved together,
Swirling, twisting.
-
The music telling them were to go,
But now she is there alone,
The music is so sweet and tender,
The flowers move to it, swaying,
She stands in the corner alone,
The door opens!
-
A dark, shadowed figure floats towards her,
Moving together under the stars,
The music tells them what to do,
Together, Swirling, flowing together,
As though one creature, together,
The flowers part as the rose enters,
Twisted and entwined in each other,
A rose among a garden of flowers,
She has him back!
-
Forever! Together! Under the moon and stars,
Their love will never end,
She hopes this night will stay forever,
She prays time will stop,
As she knows when the music ends,
She will be alone again,
In the corner,
A rose without a garden,
-
It ends and she is alone,
And only left with memories,
Memories of long ago,
Memories of love and passion,
Memories of together
Standing in her red ball gown,
She watches the others,
Like delicate flowers they move and swirling,
As though they were connected to each other,
The hate and anger builds,
She remembers the love they had,
The pain and passion they had,
The memories of how they moved together,
Swirling, twisting.
-
The music telling them were to go,
But now she is there alone,
The music is so sweet and tender,
The flowers move to it, swaying,
She stands in the corner alone,
The door opens!
-
A dark, shadowed figure floats towards her,
Moving together under the stars,
The music tells them what to do,
Together, Swirling, flowing together,
As though one creature, together,
The flowers part as the rose enters,
Twisted and entwined in each other,
A rose among a garden of flowers,
She has him back!
-
Forever! Together! Under the moon and stars,
Their love will never end,
She hopes this night will stay forever,
She prays time will stop,
As she knows when the music ends,
She will be alone again,
In the corner,
A rose without a garden,
-
It ends and she is alone,
And only left with memories,
Memories of long ago,
Memories of love and passion,
Memories of together
Surrender by simon sylvester
The first ever morning after
simon sylvester
On a kitchen chair,
she drinks tea, puts on lipstick.
This is how demigods
sit on kitchen chairs this
is what a muse looks like
the morning after, relaxed
in leather jackets
and
cut off shorts, yesterday’s vests and
a cigarette burns in her mouth the
scarlet
smashed against her skin.
The shorts were discarded
kicked away onto the carpet
firm tan legs wrapped
around my hips
bone to bone, lips to
lips, eyeliner, dream lover,
we ground against each other.
Her sweat is my sweat
beaded and boiled
her cotton knickers
still sticky and soiled
in my bag I
rub them
between my little fingers
unseen in the bag she
wears a pair of mine instead we
are the same size we
shared the same bed
our lips stained
the same cigarette,
our lipstick grease on lips and legs,
drunken, I begged, she licked,
her tongue darts out
kitten pink
that sunrise fractured in the wine
beside my bed
her one hand, squeezing hold of both of mine
the other, short with painted nails,
forced between my parted legs.
Stop don’t
stop come
forever don’t
stop her
tongue slips between lips
salty and sweaty and
I fall in love as she leaves me forever on my first ever morning after.
simon sylvester
On a kitchen chair,
she drinks tea, puts on lipstick.
This is how demigods
sit on kitchen chairs this
is what a muse looks like
the morning after, relaxed
in leather jackets
and
cut off shorts, yesterday’s vests and
a cigarette burns in her mouth the
scarlet
smashed against her skin.
The shorts were discarded
kicked away onto the carpet
firm tan legs wrapped
around my hips
bone to bone, lips to
lips, eyeliner, dream lover,
we ground against each other.
Her sweat is my sweat
beaded and boiled
her cotton knickers
still sticky and soiled
in my bag I
rub them
between my little fingers
unseen in the bag she
wears a pair of mine instead we
are the same size we
shared the same bed
our lips stained
the same cigarette,
our lipstick grease on lips and legs,
drunken, I begged, she licked,
her tongue darts out
kitten pink
that sunrise fractured in the wine
beside my bed
her one hand, squeezing hold of both of mine
the other, short with painted nails,
forced between my parted legs.
Stop don’t
stop come
forever don’t
stop her
tongue slips between lips
salty and sweaty and
I fall in love as she leaves me forever on my first ever morning after.
City by Tim Rudall
City
Mad scenes! And really, who needs grass
When such other sights amuse my eyes?
Buildings and vegetables lining the skies
Ten thousand degrees, or creeds and castes
Such smells too! The Covent Gardenias sweet
Rosey dawns and other nasal treats
From here to there I'm certain to meet.
A few steps more? The stench of old feet.
Mad scenes! And really, who needs grass
When such other sights amuse my eyes?
Buildings and vegetables lining the skies
Ten thousand degrees, or creeds and castes
Such smells too! The Covent Gardenias sweet
Rosey dawns and other nasal treats
From here to there I'm certain to meet.
A few steps more? The stench of old feet.
City by Vida Nenadic
I AM NOT GOING TO TELL YOU THE NAME OF THE CITY
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which my steps are still searching for me.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
whose bridges are longer than life
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
under whom even the sky was like a tent's wing
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I learned to start up a new journey
as soon as I arrive.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
which is never to grow old
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I met the eyes with the color of the sky
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I was knocking on my own doors from inside
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
which was far too small cage for my wings
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which my steps are still searching for me.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
whose bridges are longer than life
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
under whom even the sky was like a tent's wing
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I learned to start up a new journey
as soon as I arrive.
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
which is never to grow old
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I met the eyes with the color of the sky
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
in which I was knocking on my own doors from inside
I am not going to tell you the name of the city
which was far too small cage for my wings
Rhythm by Justine McLaughlin
Rhythm
You have it
I love your
Drum talk
Your meter
Your method
Your pulse
The beat
The pace
A son clave
A boss nova
A short delay
Your tempo
Doubles
Triples
It affects my balance
Your prosody
Your stresses
Long short
Short long
They command me
Beat me
Pitch, low in deliverance
High in effect
You’re a Griot
Oral
Gun
Dun
Go
Do
Pa
Ta
Your African
A Djembe
Tabla complex
My drum
Keeps you in line
In harmony
In time
We make sounds
Variations
In Length
Accentuating
The highs, lows
A flow
A wave
Symmetry
The ripples
Always an event
I clap and
You gesture me
Always in time
You have it
I love your
Drum talk
Your meter
Your method
Your pulse
The beat
The pace
A son clave
A boss nova
A short delay
Your tempo
Doubles
Triples
It affects my balance
Your prosody
Your stresses
Long short
Short long
They command me
Beat me
Pitch, low in deliverance
High in effect
You’re a Griot
Oral
Gun
Dun
Go
Do
Pa
Ta
Your African
A Djembe
Tabla complex
My drum
Keeps you in line
In harmony
In time
We make sounds
Variations
In Length
Accentuating
The highs, lows
A flow
A wave
Symmetry
The ripples
Always an event
I clap and
You gesture me
Always in time
Dream by Erato
I have a dream
A naive house, an orange lover, a gentle sun beam
A wild garden, a wide open window
A spacious bathroom, a whispering willow
And making cheese cakes for the local market on Sunday
In the nearest small city suspended on a valley.
I got ya! I’m joking.
………………………………
Not really
My dream tastes a bit of reality
A naive house, an orange lover, a gentle sun beam
A wild garden, a wide open window
A spacious bathroom, a whispering willow
And making cheese cakes for the local market on Sunday
In the nearest small city suspended on a valley.
I got ya! I’m joking.
………………………………
Not really
My dream tastes a bit of reality
City by Fassbinder
Samaritans Poetry Window 2009
The City ⓒFassbinder 2009
The city shapes you:
Square mile
Scaffolders poles
Pattern facades
Borders
Round of drinks
Triangle of Bizarre Love
Curved life.
Oval to
Mornington Crescent or
Belsize Park then
Bendy Bus and
Circle Line
Black taxi with its turning circle
Traffic Cones snake around
The Gherkin.
--------------------------------------a
------------------------------------r---m
-----------------------------------y----i
Whether you’re the top of the p-----d
or
the
b
-o
--t
---t
----o
-----m:
Life’s a wreck
Tangled up in The City.
The City ⓒFassbinder 2009
The city shapes you:
Square mile
Scaffolders poles
Pattern facades
Borders
Round of drinks
Triangle of Bizarre Love
Curved life.
Oval to
Mornington Crescent or
Belsize Park then
Bendy Bus and
Circle Line
Black taxi with its turning circle
Traffic Cones snake around
The Gherkin.
--------------------------------------a
------------------------------------r---m
-----------------------------------y----i
Whether you’re the top of the p-----d
or
the
b
-o
--t
---t
----o
-----m:
Life’s a wreck
Tangled up in The City.
The Journey by Asil
"The Journey"
The sun rose over the red city
The market stallers made their way to their place of residence - the souq
The travellers embarked on what would seem like another episode in their journey
The city became a sea of colours, until all became green and blue
The road seemed neverending, mystical
The travellers weaved through the mountains, taking narrow turns at heart racing speeds, feeling almost like they were flying
The dream cut short
The colours hazed into one as the car spun and rolled in the air
The car froze
The world paused
The traveller's minds turning into a state of half dead half alive, carried on to what could only be described and thought of as heaven
Heaven was shaped as a thundering waterfall in a vast evergreen
If heaven could be a place on earth - it would be this
The sun rose over the red city
The market stallers made their way to their place of residence - the souq
The travellers embarked on what would seem like another episode in their journey
The city became a sea of colours, until all became green and blue
The road seemed neverending, mystical
The travellers weaved through the mountains, taking narrow turns at heart racing speeds, feeling almost like they were flying
The dream cut short
The colours hazed into one as the car spun and rolled in the air
The car froze
The world paused
The traveller's minds turning into a state of half dead half alive, carried on to what could only be described and thought of as heaven
Heaven was shaped as a thundering waterfall in a vast evergreen
If heaven could be a place on earth - it would be this
Dream by Danny Teller
this is my theme for Dreams
Into a dream we go first and foremost
In the dead of night I have begun a dream. In the dead of night I have begun a dream; my body is peaceful again upon a bed of green grass.
I am in a field of beautiful trees and flowers and birds and bees. I am in a peace of a dream of clouds over green and pleasant pastures. The grass is so cool and fresh and so alive it becomes like a magic carpet of velvet to walk in a dream of peace. My dream in the dead of night has left me in a field of tranquillity and there is no such thing as time.
In my dream I go in peace for ever, there is no beginning and there is certainly no end. The nature around me is plentiful, only one thing is told not to eat the fruit of knowledge. The fruit of my dream of nutritious and glorious mind will never go hungry as long as I stay away from that tree my dream will last for ever.
A long restful night, suddenly the sun rises above the horizon the sun rays lighten up the place to a brilliant prism of life and radiating colours. A long restful night and suddenly the sun lightens up the place to a brilliant life. My dream turns over in a loop and leap, my head turns over and my eyes flutter open. I thought the dream of piece of peace thus I had eaten from the tree of life and I am no longer famished for my dream has replenished the body of life. My body turns and churns and chews to sheer delight oh my goodness was that all a dream.
Into a dream we go first and foremost
In the dead of night I have begun a dream. In the dead of night I have begun a dream; my body is peaceful again upon a bed of green grass.
I am in a field of beautiful trees and flowers and birds and bees. I am in a peace of a dream of clouds over green and pleasant pastures. The grass is so cool and fresh and so alive it becomes like a magic carpet of velvet to walk in a dream of peace. My dream in the dead of night has left me in a field of tranquillity and there is no such thing as time.
In my dream I go in peace for ever, there is no beginning and there is certainly no end. The nature around me is plentiful, only one thing is told not to eat the fruit of knowledge. The fruit of my dream of nutritious and glorious mind will never go hungry as long as I stay away from that tree my dream will last for ever.
A long restful night, suddenly the sun rises above the horizon the sun rays lighten up the place to a brilliant prism of life and radiating colours. A long restful night and suddenly the sun lightens up the place to a brilliant life. My dream turns over in a loop and leap, my head turns over and my eyes flutter open. I thought the dream of piece of peace thus I had eaten from the tree of life and I am no longer famished for my dream has replenished the body of life. My body turns and churns and chews to sheer delight oh my goodness was that all a dream.
City by Erato
I am in the bus at the red stop
I see people in a café
Talking-of their life threads
From the outside I witness
like soap bubbles floating in the air
Bits of stories gathered in one place
The city
Emotions frozen
Eye contacts
Smiles touching
Thoughts colliding
at one point
once upon a time
The city is all about cutting across
The other felt human soul…
A landscape of lives
I see people in a café
Talking-of their life threads
From the outside I witness
like soap bubbles floating in the air
Bits of stories gathered in one place
The city
Emotions frozen
Eye contacts
Smiles touching
Thoughts colliding
at one point
once upon a time
The city is all about cutting across
The other felt human soul…
A landscape of lives
Rhythm by Paula Greene
Rhythm
I held you so close
I felt the rhythm of your heart
Beating loudly
Next to mine
The love you held for me
Shone bright in your eyes
We were two souls that had met by chance
And were now bonded together
By the rhythm of our love
A love like this was so pure
And like the rhythm of our hearts
Would always beat true
I saw a tear glisten in your eye
But it was only a tear of happiness
I drew in the essence of your being
And the blanket of your love
Envolped me and made me feel safe
We were bound by passion
And as our hearts continued to beat their rhythm
Our love continued to live
Now and forever…
I held you so close
I felt the rhythm of your heart
Beating loudly
Next to mine
The love you held for me
Shone bright in your eyes
We were two souls that had met by chance
And were now bonded together
By the rhythm of our love
A love like this was so pure
And like the rhythm of our hearts
Would always beat true
I saw a tear glisten in your eye
But it was only a tear of happiness
I drew in the essence of your being
And the blanket of your love
Envolped me and made me feel safe
We were bound by passion
And as our hearts continued to beat their rhythm
Our love continued to live
Now and forever…
Dream by Paula Greene
Dream
In my dream
I see you I touch you
I hold you close
You comfort me
You make it all seem right
You chase away my demons
And you bring out the woman in me
She was always there
but laying dormant
neglected for many a year
Waiting for you
crying out for you
Don’t leave my dream
don’t leave my world
I cannot exist without you
you make my life complete
And when I awake
I realise you were here
gone from my dream
but still in my mind
and the strength and belief that you gave me
protects me from my world
and for that I am
forever grateful….
Paris Grey
November 2008
In my dream
I see you I touch you
I hold you close
You comfort me
You make it all seem right
You chase away my demons
And you bring out the woman in me
She was always there
but laying dormant
neglected for many a year
Waiting for you
crying out for you
Don’t leave my dream
don’t leave my world
I cannot exist without you
you make my life complete
And when I awake
I realise you were here
gone from my dream
but still in my mind
and the strength and belief that you gave me
protects me from my world
and for that I am
forever grateful….
Paris Grey
November 2008
City by Christina Stouraiti
I'm creating a map of London
I walk the distances
between the stations
and link them.
I predict the next stop
I discover new shortcuts.
And I make the city mine at last.
Without forgetting to smile
every time I pass over
a bridge
that reminds me
I'm still here.
I walk the distances
between the stations
and link them.
I predict the next stop
I discover new shortcuts.
And I make the city mine at last.
Without forgetting to smile
every time I pass over
a bridge
that reminds me
I'm still here.
Rhythm by Christina Stouraiti
RYTHM
Breathing
Walking
Catching up with
Talking
Touching
It's all printed in you
by the time you were
in her womb
And you are still trying
to let go of
her rythm.
And you'll always be.
Breathing
Walking
Catching up with
Talking
Touching
It's all printed in you
by the time you were
in her womb
And you are still trying
to let go of
her rythm.
And you'll always be.
Dream by Vidmante
Dreams…
stuck in the sky
in the triangle
of the dreamed birds
on your chest
my head
aiming
for a lullaby
in the luminous light
of the full moon
there are no limits
for my fantasies
Slain desires
The summer dreams
Slowly decaying…
with the autumn leaves
stuck in the sky
in the triangle
of the dreamed birds
on your chest
my head
aiming
for a lullaby
in the luminous light
of the full moon
there are no limits
for my fantasies
Slain desires
The summer dreams
Slowly decaying…
with the autumn leaves
Rythm by passionateman1
Hi,
Its great , I found your site
I can sit here now and write
A verse or two,or three or four
And maybe publish them, and more
"Rythym" movers and the shakers
Electricians,Vicars,Quakers
Imagination running riot
All I want is peace and quiet
I may see you in Earls Court Road
Feel the rythym then explode
All for now,the Weather's fine
A happy healthy year 09
Its great , I found your site
I can sit here now and write
A verse or two,or three or four
And maybe publish them, and more
"Rythym" movers and the shakers
Electricians,Vicars,Quakers
Imagination running riot
All I want is peace and quiet
I may see you in Earls Court Road
Feel the rythym then explode
All for now,the Weather's fine
A happy healthy year 09
City by simon sylvester
kilburn weekend lunchtime
simon sylvester
Spitting, spinning, swearing, fuck ‘em
No more for me, boys
I’m off home
the reds have let us down again that second half
was like the Somme
glares on Kilburn High Street
thought it was only Irish round here
“Sir
spare a penny oh won’t you spare a penny?”
and
“Nada, nada, los desaparecidos”
He leers stinking garlic
moustache waxed and eyebrows
into tips
and
melon rinds
upon the rainwater gritstone flagstone
helicopters scudding clouds
dirty synths in upstairs windows
flooded lace curtains and cigar smoke
dirty pimps
20 bucks, up front
for a white knuckle ride
she uses spit and jelly
hand like a blur
for the second time today
salt spurt her lips curled back like a dog
murals tattered on the wall
this could be Cuba, baby
swapping cigarettes
for mobile phones
SIM cards two for one, chum
he pukes in the corner
“Honestly,
how d’ya miss a penalty like that?”
asleep on the train,
wake up in Stratford or
go back home
for no-one anymore
she left me
and from the station platform I
think I hear
a air raid-siren.
simon sylvester
Spitting, spinning, swearing, fuck ‘em
No more for me, boys
I’m off home
the reds have let us down again that second half
was like the Somme
glares on Kilburn High Street
thought it was only Irish round here
“Sir
spare a penny oh won’t you spare a penny?”
and
“Nada, nada, los desaparecidos”
He leers stinking garlic
moustache waxed and eyebrows
into tips
and
melon rinds
upon the rainwater gritstone flagstone
helicopters scudding clouds
dirty synths in upstairs windows
flooded lace curtains and cigar smoke
dirty pimps
20 bucks, up front
for a white knuckle ride
she uses spit and jelly
hand like a blur
for the second time today
salt spurt her lips curled back like a dog
murals tattered on the wall
this could be Cuba, baby
swapping cigarettes
for mobile phones
SIM cards two for one, chum
he pukes in the corner
“Honestly,
how d’ya miss a penalty like that?”
asleep on the train,
wake up in Stratford or
go back home
for no-one anymore
she left me
and from the station platform I
think I hear
a air raid-siren.
City by Maddy
"City"
Buildings, Concrete and Cars
People, plains and trains.
Movements, being busy.
Old people and young people
Kids, toddlers and buggies.
Pubs, Clubs and loads of shops.
Everykind of Job.
Construction, demolition and expanding
Parks, Trees, a mixture of old and new.
a halfway house, a stop for a few.
A way of Life, and living
A wheel that turns.
Options, Choices which will it be?
Love it, Hate it.
Buildings, Concrete and Cars
People, plains and trains.
Movements, being busy.
Old people and young people
Kids, toddlers and buggies.
Pubs, Clubs and loads of shops.
Everykind of Job.
Construction, demolition and expanding
Parks, Trees, a mixture of old and new.
a halfway house, a stop for a few.
A way of Life, and living
A wheel that turns.
Options, Choices which will it be?
Love it, Hate it.
City by Paula Greene
City
Tall buildings and dirty pavements
Pigeons smothered in congestion fumes
Commuters pushing and shoving their
Way to work
But somewhere in this mêlée
I saw you
I took in your magnitude
You stood out
You brushed past me as you walked past
I turned round to look
And you were looking too
With a wry smile on your face
And then you were gone
Swallowed up by our big lonely city…
I knew you were out there
And I had to find you again
The city could not hide you forever
And it was only a matter of time before we were together
Every night you go back to her
I never expect anything different
But I am just happy I met you
In our bustling city
You came to me
You held my hand
And looked into my eyes
You kissed my face
And then I knew
I had finally found my love…
Tall buildings and dirty pavements
Pigeons smothered in congestion fumes
Commuters pushing and shoving their
Way to work
But somewhere in this mêlée
I saw you
I took in your magnitude
You stood out
You brushed past me as you walked past
I turned round to look
And you were looking too
With a wry smile on your face
And then you were gone
Swallowed up by our big lonely city…
I knew you were out there
And I had to find you again
The city could not hide you forever
And it was only a matter of time before we were together
Every night you go back to her
I never expect anything different
But I am just happy I met you
In our bustling city
You came to me
You held my hand
And looked into my eyes
You kissed my face
And then I knew
I had finally found my love…
City by Anissa
Can I Apologize?
I’m sorry miss for taking the piss
Where do I start how do I explain?
A lot of things went wrong
Joined a gang just to fit in, it started as a game doing drugs
then got caught with possession getting wasted became an obsession.
Not so tough when I was in prison
Crying at night but nobody listened
No longer a person just a thing, a number, you loose all of your being
Night after night cell slams shut, what can I do, never thought id end up a screw.
Always hated this city
Saw it as my prison
now looking through the iron bars
City lights beaming down
I see it as my freedom now.
Made myself bleed just to feel alive
A release from all the pain inside
No words to express the thoughts in my head
Miss you said you were sick of excuses
That self pity got you nowhere
Bitterness does you no good
Be responsible for all that you’ve done.
The city station clock strikes 12
You’re waiting for the train
Miss I had to tell you the news
Breaking the prison rules.
Got a job, got clean, doing all right
Turned the darkness into light
Decided to bin that knife, to get on with life
Can I apologize?
I’m sorry for my aggression
For throwing that chair
You must have been really scared
You see I never got over the abuse in care.
You smiled and said you were proud
So happy I’d found my way
I’m sorry miss for taking the piss
I’m sorry miss for taking the piss
Where do I start how do I explain?
A lot of things went wrong
Joined a gang just to fit in, it started as a game doing drugs
then got caught with possession getting wasted became an obsession.
Not so tough when I was in prison
Crying at night but nobody listened
No longer a person just a thing, a number, you loose all of your being
Night after night cell slams shut, what can I do, never thought id end up a screw.
Always hated this city
Saw it as my prison
now looking through the iron bars
City lights beaming down
I see it as my freedom now.
Made myself bleed just to feel alive
A release from all the pain inside
No words to express the thoughts in my head
Miss you said you were sick of excuses
That self pity got you nowhere
Bitterness does you no good
Be responsible for all that you’ve done.
The city station clock strikes 12
You’re waiting for the train
Miss I had to tell you the news
Breaking the prison rules.
Got a job, got clean, doing all right
Turned the darkness into light
Decided to bin that knife, to get on with life
Can I apologize?
I’m sorry for my aggression
For throwing that chair
You must have been really scared
You see I never got over the abuse in care.
You smiled and said you were proud
So happy I’d found my way
I’m sorry miss for taking the piss
Rhythm by Paula Greene
Rhythm
I held you so close
I felt the rhythm of your heart
Beating loudly
Next to mine
The love you held for me
Shone bright in your eyes
We were two souls that had met by chance
And were now bonded together
By the rhythm of our love
A love like this was so pure
And like the rhythm of our hearts
Would always beat true
I saw a tear glisten in your eye
But it was only a tear of happiness
I drew in the essence of your being
And the blanket of your love
Enveloped me and made me feel safe
We were bound by passion
And as our hearts continued to beat their rhythm
Our love continued to live
Now and forever…
I held you so close
I felt the rhythm of your heart
Beating loudly
Next to mine
The love you held for me
Shone bright in your eyes
We were two souls that had met by chance
And were now bonded together
By the rhythm of our love
A love like this was so pure
And like the rhythm of our hearts
Would always beat true
I saw a tear glisten in your eye
But it was only a tear of happiness
I drew in the essence of your being
And the blanket of your love
Enveloped me and made me feel safe
We were bound by passion
And as our hearts continued to beat their rhythm
Our love continued to live
Now and forever…
Rhythm by Attila Kent
New times born of days gone by.
Lessons learnt again. Remembering of what is meant to be.
Energy spent, regathered.
Time misspent?
Or an awakening ?
All is as it is, all a lesson.
All diversions full of purpose
Leading us back
To where we are meant to go.
Lessons learnt again. Remembering of what is meant to be.
Energy spent, regathered.
Time misspent?
Or an awakening ?
All is as it is, all a lesson.
All diversions full of purpose
Leading us back
To where we are meant to go.
Rhythm by Jenni Fagan
IN THE BEGINNING, ALL IS BEAT
The first thing felt, beat, heard, beat,
seen in blackened red? Beat.
In the beginning all is beat.
All the wheels that turn, beat. Staccato
rain lashes tin, beat. Marching sleet soldiers
spit cadence to a concrete haze, beat.
Tired weary that is my heart, beat.
Beat righteous.
Beat true.
My dead friend, beat, says it’s strange
to stare unblinking at the Universe
when you can’t take in nor out a breath, beat.
First the beat, last the beat, all the time between, beat.
Neanderthal man stomp on dusty floors, beat.
Voodoo and the queen of time, beat.
Before the fires, beat, in the bang, beat,
the unknown evermore, beat, beat, beat.
This is the beat that you know and you hear,
you first met flying in blackened red,
beat, infinite first of ends, beat.
Beat righteous.
Beat true.
This island floating in space, beat,
lust beat, hate beat, horror pain decay, beat.
Volcanoes erupting oceans of lava
five hundred billion
years ago, beat, beat, beat.
The first things beat and the first thing heard was beat
which they then on and thereafter knew, beat.
In beat
the beginning
the flying the seeking
beat ever repeating
beat words beat song beat soul,
first beginning of ends, beat
in song the beat began beat
it is beat begins the song
beat.
The first thing felt, beat, heard, beat,
seen in blackened red? Beat.
In the beginning all is beat.
All the wheels that turn, beat. Staccato
rain lashes tin, beat. Marching sleet soldiers
spit cadence to a concrete haze, beat.
Tired weary that is my heart, beat.
Beat righteous.
Beat true.
My dead friend, beat, says it’s strange
to stare unblinking at the Universe
when you can’t take in nor out a breath, beat.
First the beat, last the beat, all the time between, beat.
Neanderthal man stomp on dusty floors, beat.
Voodoo and the queen of time, beat.
Before the fires, beat, in the bang, beat,
the unknown evermore, beat, beat, beat.
This is the beat that you know and you hear,
you first met flying in blackened red,
beat, infinite first of ends, beat.
Beat righteous.
Beat true.
This island floating in space, beat,
lust beat, hate beat, horror pain decay, beat.
Volcanoes erupting oceans of lava
five hundred billion
years ago, beat, beat, beat.
The first things beat and the first thing heard was beat
which they then on and thereafter knew, beat.
In beat
the beginning
the flying the seeking
beat ever repeating
beat words beat song beat soul,
first beginning of ends, beat
in song the beat began beat
it is beat begins the song
beat.
Rhythm by Maddy
"Rythm"
Find your Soul's Rythm
Listen to It,
Move with It,
Smile along with it.
for then you partake in Creation,
Moving with all energie in Motion.
Movements of being,
The Circle of Life
of Music and Rythm.
Never ending
Everlasting
a Beautiful Son
the most Perfect Dance..!!
Rhythm by Maddy
"Rythm"
Find your Soul's Rythm
Listen to It,
Move with It,
Smile along with it.
for then you partake in Creation,
Moving with all energie in Motion.
Movements of being,
The Circle of Life
of Music and Rythm.
Never ending
Everlasting
a Beautiful Son
the most Perfect Dance..!!
Find your Soul's Rythm
Listen to It,
Move with It,
Smile along with it.
for then you partake in Creation,
Moving with all energie in Motion.
Movements of being,
The Circle of Life
of Music and Rythm.
Never ending
Everlasting
a Beautiful Son
the most Perfect Dance..!!
Rhythm by Erato
Rythme d’une vie brisée
Bancale
Elle s’est mise à boiter
De sa fenêtre, les matins d’hiver
Elle peut voir les feuilles
Encore fragilement accrochées
Danser, frétiller comme des poissons
Au rythme d’un vent tourbillon
Elle n’a pas le son
C’est un film muet
L’histoire ? Les saisons qui passent
Et sa vie qu’elle voit dérouler
Sans que rien ne dépasse
Car son monde à elle s’est figé
Dans la larme de son cœur
Un soir d’été
Sa vie est condamnée
À courir après le printemps
Un renouveau de sentiments
Mais sa lumière ressemble
À celle d’un automne à Copenhague
Qui décline doucement
Vers la solitude du moi
Les feuilles seront balayées
Et poussière je redeviendrai
Tributaire du vent
Je retrouverai la liberté
D’un rythme insensé.
Bancale
Elle s’est mise à boiter
De sa fenêtre, les matins d’hiver
Elle peut voir les feuilles
Encore fragilement accrochées
Danser, frétiller comme des poissons
Au rythme d’un vent tourbillon
Elle n’a pas le son
C’est un film muet
L’histoire ? Les saisons qui passent
Et sa vie qu’elle voit dérouler
Sans que rien ne dépasse
Car son monde à elle s’est figé
Dans la larme de son cœur
Un soir d’été
Sa vie est condamnée
À courir après le printemps
Un renouveau de sentiments
Mais sa lumière ressemble
À celle d’un automne à Copenhague
Qui décline doucement
Vers la solitude du moi
Les feuilles seront balayées
Et poussière je redeviendrai
Tributaire du vent
Je retrouverai la liberté
D’un rythme insensé.
Joy by Maddy
"Joy"
I truely want to feel Joy
I am on a journey
making this possible in my Choice,
I wake up and my first thought
is gratefulness...
I am blessed for having all
my working sensess.
Even if yesterday turned
a total mess..."
By forgetting Who we Are,
we have chosen the worst so far!
Please let us all turn this around,
Choose good, choose Love,
Choose common ground.
Where only Joy will be found!!"
I truely want to feel Joy
I am on a journey
making this possible in my Choice,
I wake up and my first thought
is gratefulness...
I am blessed for having all
my working sensess.
Even if yesterday turned
a total mess..."
By forgetting Who we Are,
we have chosen the worst so far!
Please let us all turn this around,
Choose good, choose Love,
Choose common ground.
Where only Joy will be found!!"
Joy by Erato
Joy
Precious as a jewel
Easy to create as a jingle
I have my everyday joys
Simple collocations of different elements
Cappuccino cig trees air in motion sun
But there is the joy
The unique fragile ephemeral unexpected one
The same that raptures all my senses
Comme une vague sur la mediterrannee
Inattendue mais tellement esperee
Elle froisse ma tranquillite
Et a l intense sensation me fait gouter
It is an art
Knowing how to grab this surreal fleeting
Delicious moment
When I can feel I am not dead
My joy is aquatic
Soft as the blue color
But electric
It is as an unforgettable gift
To life
Precious as a jewel
Easy to create as a jingle
I have my everyday joys
Simple collocations of different elements
Cappuccino cig trees air in motion sun
But there is the joy
The unique fragile ephemeral unexpected one
The same that raptures all my senses
Comme une vague sur la mediterrannee
Inattendue mais tellement esperee
Elle froisse ma tranquillite
Et a l intense sensation me fait gouter
It is an art
Knowing how to grab this surreal fleeting
Delicious moment
When I can feel I am not dead
My joy is aquatic
Soft as the blue color
But electric
It is as an unforgettable gift
To life
Unoriginal by leo difiore
Unoriginal
You copied me,
Word for word,
Every nuance
Exactly the same,
Subtle right tilt
And no paragraph,
You even used
A red biro,
Just as
I had,
The tear at
The left corner,
Same length
And gradient,
Even though it
Ripped by chance.
Realistic portrayal
The battle,
All pith
And bravado,
Raged on
So violently
,For all of
Five minutes.
You copied me,
Word for word,
Every nuance
Exactly the same,
Subtle right tilt
And no paragraph,
You even used
A red biro,
Just as
I had,
The tear at
The left corner,
Same length
And gradient,
Even though it
Ripped by chance.
Realistic portrayal
The battle,
All pith
And bravado,
Raged on
So violently
,For all of
Five minutes.
Little Discoveries-Greek/Eng- by ChriStina StouRaiti
This poem was read by Christina at PW's first poetry evening at Ashbee's wine bar. The evening was international in flavour to reflect the diversity of the city of London. We had a packed house with entertainment in the form of poetry, music and comedy
"Μικρές Ανακαλύψεις"
"Μικρές ανακαλύψεις
του εαυτού μου
κ ενός άλλου.
Σαν σε καθρέφτη
τα βλέμματα
πιστά.
Και τα λόγια φυσικά,
με κορμιά που κουμπώνοv
άξαφνα, μα και όχι`
κόντρα κι αρμονικά
σ' ένα είδωλο του εαυτού
τρομακτικό
καθρέφτισμα και ηχώ.
Και μερικές συνωφρυωμένες
ματιές,
μα πιο πολύ αστραφτερά μάτια
και καρδιά που παίρνει ανάσα
μια στάλα
και τρέχει ο λογισμός επιτέλους
πάλι για αλλού."
"Little Discoveries"
"Little discoveries
of myself
and another's.
Faithful looks
like in a mirror.
With words naturally woven
and bodies buttoned together.
Suddenly, but, at the same time, not.
Against and in harmony.
Within a reflection of self
a terrifying mirroring and echo.
A few frawning looks,
but mostly
shiny eyes
and a heart that takes a breath.
Thought runs at last beyond."
ChriStina StouRaiti
"Μικρές Ανακαλύψεις"
"Μικρές ανακαλύψεις
του εαυτού μου
κ ενός άλλου.
Σαν σε καθρέφτη
τα βλέμματα
πιστά.
Και τα λόγια φυσικά,
με κορμιά που κουμπώνοv
άξαφνα, μα και όχι`
κόντρα κι αρμονικά
σ' ένα είδωλο του εαυτού
τρομακτικό
καθρέφτισμα και ηχώ.
Και μερικές συνωφρυωμένες
ματιές,
μα πιο πολύ αστραφτερά μάτια
και καρδιά που παίρνει ανάσα
μια στάλα
και τρέχει ο λογισμός επιτέλους
πάλι για αλλού."
"Little Discoveries"
"Little discoveries
of myself
and another's.
Faithful looks
like in a mirror.
With words naturally woven
and bodies buttoned together.
Suddenly, but, at the same time, not.
Against and in harmony.
Within a reflection of self
a terrifying mirroring and echo.
A few frawning looks,
but mostly
shiny eyes
and a heart that takes a breath.
Thought runs at last beyond."
ChriStina StouRaiti
Change by Sarah Leech-Black
"Change"
Her pocket change jingles
to the beat of the bum's maraca : coins in a styrofoam cup.
He smells of abandon and sweet, dark rum
the same stale scent she wears, on a Friday night out at the pub
She drops 10p, hears it clank
he grunts and shift a sort of 'thanks'
a gentle modest exchange
Leaves on a tree, a toothless grin
So much of life is change
still ,the constant of humanityremains
Her pocket change jingles
to the beat of the bum's maraca : coins in a styrofoam cup.
He smells of abandon and sweet, dark rum
the same stale scent she wears, on a Friday night out at the pub
She drops 10p, hears it clank
he grunts and shift a sort of 'thanks'
a gentle modest exchange
Leaves on a tree, a toothless grin
So much of life is change
still ,the constant of humanityremains
"My Imagination" by Maddy
This poem was read by Maddy at PW's first poetry evening at Ashbee's wine bar. Afrikaans followed by the English translation.The evening was international in flavour to reflect the diversity of the city of London. We had a packed house with entertainment in the form of poetry, music and comedy.
"My Verbeeling"
Ek het gesit en gedink,
Dit is soos dit is,
Soos dit was,
Soos dit altyd sal wees.
As die laast sonstrale ondergaan,
Wanneer die bome staan en hulle blare afval,
So droom ek.
So wonder ek.
Wys my die kleur
Die kleur van jou Siel
Wys my die kleur
Die kleur van jou Hart
Ek sit en dink
Dit is soos dit is,
Soos dit was,
Soos dit altyd sal wees.
"My Imagination"
I sat and I thought,
It is like it is,
Like it was,
Like it always will be.
As the last rays of sunlight disappears,
When the trees stand tall and the leafs fall down,
I dream.I wonder.
Show me the colour
The colour of your Soul
Show me the colour
The colour of you Heart
I sit and I think
It is like it is,
Like it was,
Like it always will be.
"My Verbeeling"
Ek het gesit en gedink,
Dit is soos dit is,
Soos dit was,
Soos dit altyd sal wees.
As die laast sonstrale ondergaan,
Wanneer die bome staan en hulle blare afval,
So droom ek.
So wonder ek.
Wys my die kleur
Die kleur van jou Siel
Wys my die kleur
Die kleur van jou Hart
Ek sit en dink
Dit is soos dit is,
Soos dit was,
Soos dit altyd sal wees.
"My Imagination"
I sat and I thought,
It is like it is,
Like it was,
Like it always will be.
As the last rays of sunlight disappears,
When the trees stand tall and the leafs fall down,
I dream.I wonder.
Show me the colour
The colour of your Soul
Show me the colour
The colour of you Heart
I sit and I think
It is like it is,
Like it was,
Like it always will be.
Change by Justine Mclaughlin
Fly
You watched the change
Why does my end always become your start
You slowly dissected me
Until I fell apart
First the wings
So I could no longer fly
You took away my tears
So I could no longer cry
you watched me change
from fullness to a shell
you kept your distance
my room a cell
you watched me change
I don’t remember who I am
Or where it all began
But I remember loving you
Now there’s nothing left to do
Ill just have to watch for change
You watched the change
Why does my end always become your start
You slowly dissected me
Until I fell apart
First the wings
So I could no longer fly
You took away my tears
So I could no longer cry
you watched me change
from fullness to a shell
you kept your distance
my room a cell
you watched me change
I don’t remember who I am
Or where it all began
But I remember loving you
Now there’s nothing left to do
Ill just have to watch for change
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