Tammy M Darby

Nov 2017

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Ten minutes into my fifth shot
I'm beginning to give meter and -
rhyme all I've got
A half hour after I've had my fill
I'm a man on a mission with a golden quill* ..
Beef jerky and Wild Turkey
An inebriated mind on yesteryears -
journey
Pain riddled in poetic schemes
Purgatories insider inking bellicose themes..

Nov 2017

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

A Scream in the Night ...

I scoffed at ghost stories
Greeted death's very door with a scowl*
I never knew 'bone chilling fear' till the night I heard a bobcat howl...

Nov 2017

Colm

With Iron And Fire

Descriptive that is you
Intensive that is me
Smithing you could be my steel
And I the bellowing breath beneath
To coax the coal until it bursts
And explodes into this
The burning flame

Because all words of fire are in some way...the same.

#the #blacksmith #smithy #smelt #melt #word #twist #smart #wise #poet

Tammy M Darby Nov 2017

It is panic that has you in its grasp

The cutis anserina raise cold upon your arm
The brain dispatches a foretelling chilling alarm
It is panic that has you in its grasp
I daresay your destiny
Though somewhat delayed come at last

You focus your frightened gaze rapidly from left to right
Wishing the sun break the dawn and begone this haunted night
Your inner voice speaks to you
Turn round if you dare
The hair slowly rises on your neck
The cautious self tells you to beware

Ring covered fingers icy run up your spine
Struggling to remain conscious
Your heart is pounding
Counting breaths you mark the time

Drenched in sweat you stumble headlong into the dark
Unaware an actor on the stage merely playing a part
Flee as far as you wish and swiftly as you can
There is no eluding the touch of fears hand

It is panic that has you in its grasp
The arms of fate
Clutch you to her stone breast and hold you fast
They call your name
You must bow to the gods
And breathe your last

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Nov 2017

John Edward Smallshaw

Shellac coating

I was thinking that this is a good time
to
catch up with some friends of mine
unfortunately
they weren't thinking the same

unlike me
they didn't have the urge to see
what scandals the clock had
marked on me

a good time?
guessing it's any time we enjoy.

I enjoy old time,
pre decimal
when dinosaurs were commonplace
and holidays were spent at home.

Christmas?
what yuletide ride on you on?

Christmas has gone mate
sold off to China by
the welfare state

no presents for anyone.

There's a moral clause
for Santa

dilemma's are the nemesis
we can
stay indoors, get wired
or
go to work, get fired

I want to be inspired.

Drop me from a B52
you can do it
I
know you can.

Now
I'm
off the beaten track
eaten dinner
can't go forward
can't head back
limbo
looms,
which reminds me of the old
cotton mills
on the rolling hills of Lancashire
and the yolk yellow eye of
the fried egg sky
in those Summers
long ago.

Nov 2017

Randolph Llewellyn Wilson

Holiday Walk ..

As I take in this beautiful confusion
November's breath is but an illusion ,
misconstrued as something permanent ,
simply frost longing to paint the firmament
A homeward trail , sugar glazed southern
pastry begging for black coffee , chips of
black walnut and pecan , golden apple
stained glass fragmenting portals to nirvana
and beyond
Happy sun , frosted window masterpiece -
Wednesday
Tall , ***** loblolly knights guard this wooded
passageway
Nosey , noisy ravens giving away my location
Aromatic , seedling evergreens to tempt my
imagination* ...