Shaking hands
Mouth dry, like sand
Standing, small
Not sure I want a voice at all. Continue reading “Stage Fright”
A Man’s World…..
by Sophie Patel
Definition of a woman;
Tight waist,
Hourglass figure,
Plumped up lips, Continue reading “A Man’s World…..”
Sonnet 2, The Helpers
by Bilal Saloo
Your name will not be etched in history,
nor your life written for all to debate,
In time you will be left a memory,
But your actions will outlive any fate. Continue reading “Sonnet 2, The Helpers”
We Can Choose
by Mark Griffin
If I understand the world one way and you understand the world another way then
WE CAN CHOOSE to understand one another. Continue reading “We Can Choose”
Writer’s Block
by Tahera Mayat
Click, clack, click, clack
I fidget with my pen
As I think about
What to write next Continue reading “Writer’s Block”
Through A Hole The Size Of An Apple
Through a hole the size of an apple
He can see light in the distance
Faintly though it may be
He can hear the merrymaking and joy Continue reading “Through A Hole The Size Of An Apple”
Sounds Familiar?
by Jem Tovey
If there’s a cardinal sin in English it’s the usage of cliché,
We should think outside the box, at the end of the day.
It’s a big enough ask just to make these words rhyme,
Yet you expect originality at this moment in time?
Give me some new clichés, Sam Goldwyn once said,
So I’ll have to push the envelope before I put this one to bed.
I rose at crack of dawn and pressed my nose to the grindstone,
And now I’m at my wit’s end, just trying to strike the right tone.
I can run but I can’t hide, I’m tearing out my hair,
There’s nothing in my locker, the cupboard is bare.
I need some latitude for my platitudes, this is making me irate.
I don’t like to share my feelings, except in boiler plate.
I’ll plead the Fifth Amendment, does that exist in the UK?
If I can’t share my shibboleths, then there’s nothing more to say.
Toodle-pip and see you later, I’ve really got to fly,
See ya, don’t wanna be ya, never can say goodbye…
Rape
by Krinza Momin
Without a doubt,
the matters will break down.
You made her an object of curiosity,
or even a worst foul. Continue reading “Rape”
Bart And Bob
There once was a man called Bart
And he liked a good old fart
With baked beans and chips every other day
It’s no wonder people stayed away Continue reading “Bart And Bob”
Hope
by Jem Tovey
Hope springs eternal, so says the old cliché,
And it’s even more important in these days of Trump and May.
It’s becoming all too easy to heed the voices of division,
And those who stand for unity just seem to receive derision. Continue reading “Hope”