BY GRAHAM CUNNINGHAM Some of us appear to have forgot that the train service has stopped else why are we all stood here waiting like a bunch of goons? Soon they’ll be pulling up the tracks and when Mr Henry gets the sack the grass will grow and the whole place will return unto the dunes. Choo choo train where have you gone now don’t … Continue reading You Blew Smoke Into Our Eyes
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fawn-froth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning, It rounds and rounds despair to drowning. Degged with dew, dappled with dew Are the groins of the braes that the … Continue reading Inversnaid
BY JOHN DYER Up Grongar Hill I labor now, And reach at last his bushy brow. O, how fresh, how pure the air! Let me breathe a little here; Where am I, Nature? I descry Thy magazine before me lie! Temples and towns and towers and woods, And hills and vales and fields and floods, Crowding before me, edged around With naked wilds and barren … Continue reading The Country Walk
WHAT have I done for you, England, my England? What is there I would not do, England, my own? With your glorious eyes austere, As the Lord were walking near, Whispering terrible things and dear As the song on your bugles blown, England – Round the world on your bugles blown. Where shall the watchful sun, England, my England, Match the master-work you’ve done, England, … Continue reading England
BY MAC LOGAN Aye, Davy lad, the time is come for one more year to pass you by. But where’s the sense o’ lookin’ glum? With ageless wings you still can fly. One thing, I guess, is worth a note but hardly begs a song of glee; the hobblin’, limpin’, awkward gait that’s driven by your agein’ knee. That lumpy, bumpy, creakin’ joint; … Continue reading Davy’s Birthday
BY DAVE CANNON The sunshine enlightens my spirit, Breaching the darkest corridors of the soul, Generating a golden radiance that illuminates my every move, The coloured petals of cherry blossom cushion my footsteps, And stimulate my senses with a scent of true splendour, Laying a sheath of sweet aromatic silk that caresses the skin, The gentle breeze whispers throughout the treetops, And catches the falling … Continue reading A Picture of Heaven
BY TARQUIN RAFFERTY-SUTHERLAND The sombre full-moon peaks behind a bloated, pitch-black cloud; pregnant with the promise of a great down-pour. It’s eerie glowing light filters down and finds your face, in the tormented twilight’s deepest, darkest hour. …and the the blood pounds in your ears and your subconscious fills with childhood fears; the terror seems to make you float and horror grabs you by the … Continue reading Monsters
BY MAC LOGAN Smothered, hidden, cobweb-bound, cached facets twitch yet gather dust. No casement dare transparent show the fury, dread and craven lust. There in the dark, restrained, they twitch … and sob and spark and never die. Deep in seams of psyche hid, caged, not dormant. Wild, they lie. Pupae-like they squirm and strain, mutating, breakout ever near. Unpredicted, crouched to pounce, where lost control leaks … Continue reading The Dark Corner
BY MAC LOGAN There central in th’ appointed place He stands composed and stern, with grace Eyes focused, clear, direct, and strong He gazes o’er the teeming throng A benefactor great and kind Admired worldwide for wealth and mind Strong his brow and great his poise Exemplar for a’ men and boys His metal fist can’t swat the gull That stands oblivious … Continue reading Carnegie and the Seagull
BY MAC LOGAN The day dank dawns and drizzle drips. Lank-branched leaves hold waiting drops To splash an eye, a cheek, my lips. Grey heaven cries and cannot stop. I walk the last few yards to … Dad Heart braced, alone I take the door And standing there, his other lad, I push the bell and wait some more. The minutes pass till brisk strides … Continue reading Dad’s Farewell
BY RUCHIRA GHOSH The creator of the world, Lord, God , Almighty, innumerable names; Is the greatest musician of all. Behold the harmony in the Universe, Not one discordant note, all steps matched. The magnificent sun rises punctually at dawn, At day’s end sets over the western horizon. Earth’s rotation and revolution accomplished, Day in and day out…in perfect symmetry. Tiny buds unfurl, blossom and … Continue reading Rhythm of Life
BY MAHIMA SHARMA What do you seek from Life? What do you seek from the Divine? Health, wealth or peace from Sunshine? Or the ultimate blessings of the mighty Divine? What do you seek everyday from Life… Have you ever discussed it with family or Wife? The needs, the wants…or any urge that haunts? The greed, the grants…or the societal pressure that commands? What do … Continue reading What You Seek, O Human?
BY MAHIMA SHARMA The Eagle soared… Then perched to rest, Atop that impossible cliff! The cliff beyond my reach…is Eagle’s Seat of Power, And Sun rays bathing it, like a Blessing Shower! The Pelican is at watch… Patiently for its catch, Deeply focussed, undeterred and determined to fetch. The Pelican watches from it’s Seat of Conviction, While nature drenches it in unabated Rain! … Continue reading Untamed & Free, That’s Me
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Metaphors of the Moon…. And the countdown to a twinkling Night, The Night knows nothing, while the Quill scribbles love notes, Verses soaked in the Moonlight or the Stardust? The Sky inks the beauty…with Moonlight Love! As the Wind sings familiar melodies from its ancient book, The trees sway with joy to the green rhythm of life, The full Moon … Continue reading My Quill’s Moonlight Love
BY ANWAR JABER When the morning’s happiness outpoured, and the foggy shadow secluded, at that moment I knew that the sun had a pure splendid face and the light wings went to laugh with their full days. O great woman, when the mask of darkness which is perching on liberation’s chest falls, I will see all the towers, eventual smiles, and the glorious rain chants … Continue reading Light Wings
BY TIM YETTINGTON You whine as if whining’s in some way entertaining Making yourself feel important via useless complaining You embarrass your countrymen and side with the foe Your tweets are shameful while your trolling sinks low Amidst the remoaners, opportunists sell their soul Second-rate academics propound and cajole Discredited politicians add to their lies Welcoming lows and dismissing highs Brexit will be … Continue reading Goodbye Moaners
BY MAHIMA SHARMA I am often tagged as ‘too modern to handle’ Because respect and dignity comes above the love handle! I am often tagged as ‘too modern to handle’ Because ‘self-belief’ is my only candle! Free opinion and an in-your-face person, Perhaps means ‘good relations’ will always worsen! But my head, was never designed to nod, It has a brain…a mind perhaps too … Continue reading Too Modern To Handle?
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Oh, I wish to gaze beyond the Moon Only if I could gauge that far, Oh, I wish to gaze beyond the Stars, Only if I could gauge that far, Perhaps a better world the, I will discover, Beyond the stardust… and fantasy of lovers. A world that lives in harmony, A world that sings life’s symphony, Not that every mind would … Continue reading Door to a Perfect World
BY MAHIMA SHARMA Oh, I wish to be that evergreen flower, That yellow blossom with its Sunshine shower! That golden hue I see outside my window, May that always shine bright in my Life. I wish to blossom like a flower, And embrace Life in its full bloom, Not wither at the sight of a storm, Not shrivel back at any gloom. May … Continue reading Blossom Like A Flower
BY MAHIMA SHARMA As I go to work…. I can see the Blind World around me, As I travel back home…. The same Blind World exists around me, Judging everyone around them… With brains shut and closed eyes. All this world talks is “I and ME” All this world walks on, is broken dreams, Little do they care of the deprived’s screams, Perhaps … Continue reading Hear, O Blind World!