“A Black Bead I” kindly published by Jake in The Creative Cafe
https://thecreative.cafe/a-black-bead-i-4ca3d9cb5d89#.rbifh55sm
Month: March 2017
Luck, Blind And Veiled
with mocking hand,
to danger and doubt
tha sets up the overpraised.
Never have prizes
obtained calm peace,
care on care weighs
them down, an
fresh storms vex their souls.
Great kingdoms drahn
by their own weight,
an luck gives way ‘neath
burden of herself.
Sails preggers with favouring breezes
fear blasts too strongly;
tower which rears its head
in the clouds is brayed by rain.
Whatever Luck raises up,
she lifts but to bring dahn.
Modest outlook gis longer life.
Happy them as is content
with common lot,
with safe breeze
hug shore, and, afeard
to trust their skiff
to bigger sea,
with modest oar
keeps close to land.
via Daily Prompt: Luck
Very grateful to Dai for publishing “Taught To Treat All” in Your One Phone Call
Very grateful to Dai for publishing “Taught To Treat All” in Your One Phone Call
https://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2017/03/13/taught-to-treat-all-by-paul-brookes/ via @wordpressdotcom
Massive
we’d call a band or gig, as if size were a sign of quality, a British kitemark, big it up as if using Black cultural language validated our white hobbies. Appropriate language of those our ancestors enslaved, as if acquired words absolve some suffering and acknowledge our understanding of their ancestors situation. Our crime is massive.
Our Instinct
experts say is fight or flight. Walk away is fists raised, keep your guard up, a dance backwards and forwards, roll with punch drunk abandon, stand your ground. Fight is turn around, close the door behind you, carry your belonging beyond the threshold, know another place to rest your head.
Only one letter difference brings an alteration in life. If only going on was as easy as putting one letter after another.
Ever grateful to Jake who has published “Spring Of Breath” in The Creative Cafe
Ever grateful to Jake who has published “Spring Of Breath” in The Creative Cafe
https://thecreative.cafe/spring-of-breath-ca2e8b35ad27#.8q2nnt30l
Immerse
senses in everything else, but the world. You inhale the immaterial, the imagined. Touch the surreal, taste the oneness, hear distant abstractions. No stink of hardness, grate of sourness, tap of shoes on surfaces. You only sense a dream, not dream’s source.
I Record
details of an ordinary day as if wonder inhabits all its moments. Rattle of catbells as they leap on toys, or scratch. Movement of locks as she goes outside the porch to take plastic bagged rubbish to coloured recycling bins, skitter of kids voices and anxious calls of parents as hurried feet patter past school bound, cargrowl manoeuvres up onto kerbs, drawerflap, cutlery jangle, woodstrain of stair as she brings breakfast pots to bed. I appreciate routine, a regular going on
Thankyou to Scott for publishing at Wish Poetry three of my poems: Low Murmur Rising
Thankyou to Scott for publishing at Wish Poetry three of my poems: Low Murmur Rising
https://wishpoetrypress.net/2017/03/13/low-murmur-rising/ via @NostroviaPoetry
“Liberation” Kindly Published By Julie In Her “Sacred Chickens”
Many thanks to Julie of Sacred Chickens for publishing “Liberation”
Sacred Chickens http://www.sacredchickens.com/2/post/2017/03/liberation-by-paul-brookes.html
The Wombwell Rainbow 