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Cold comfort – Promote Yourself

The general hum
The scattered crumbs
Of conversations
Half heard
The random muzak
Depending how I hear
Relevant or not
To how I feel
Bright flashes
Of little girl dresses
Amongst the grey white
And blue
Please feel free
To ask the staff
To change the air
For your comfortAre they God?

If only

cheryl bhagwandin

Verbal Tics – Promote Yourself


Bloody times off cloud number nine
Love is fine till all is in line

Shop and drain yourself again and again
Cry and blab la till you are insane

Save yourself off the time ticking
Clap your hands for that’s all is left

You are just uselessssssssss

Bloody all bloody off just the high fi time
Life is slipping oh merry o dine

Niceties and high tea a thing of the past
Now slap yourself off the oblivion part

Dance and sing for this is the last of being mean
Remember, you can never be onto anyone specific

You are just useless

Spark off the stick now lights a match
It circles now into a black o patch

Medicines stupid are all the same
When you pop them all, you crackle a game

Flame and death match into one
And you were just lost like the previous ones

I am just useless

~Alka Ranjan (India)


I am lost, I am falling, I am now living in a world with no sleep; The night has become an ocean and I am drowning in the deep


The moon has become my sun,  The stars bring light to my sky; Staring at a ceiling unable to sleep, no matter how hard I try


I am living in a silent world full of artificial light; Words fall from this pen, as pages are filled with these darks verses that I write


My eye lids are feeling heavy now, But are my eyes already closed? Or is this just a longer blink; My mattress is turning into quicksand, As I slowly begin to sink


Soft whispers start to tumble and fall down,  I wonder am I asleep or am I still awake; Maybe this is all a daydream, and I am laying here just waiting for yet another dawn to break


As I fall deeper I feel my body lifting up high, as soft voices whisper they have heard me calling; But just as the sun begins to rise I wake up screaming as I feel my body falling.



A star was born

The screams became louder and louder

And he didn’t arrive until the 25th hour

I can’t believe it I feel so proud

He looks like both of us but he’s got my mouth,

When I first found out I was in  shock

But how worth it he was, such good looks,

A good boy hardly a sound

Two days early and over 8 pounds,

Skin to skin he lay on her chest

The very 1st feed had been off the breast

By Christopher Woolvett


A New Beginning – Promote Yourself


The anticipation has come to an end,
It’s almost time to meet our new friend,
It’s 2 in the morning, the pain kicks in,
Here he comes, his life will soon begin,
I am scared stiff, what lies ahead?
Screaming out in the hospital bed,
The pain is so bad just want him here,
I have never felt so much fear,
25 hours later he’s in my arms
Hoping and praying he comes to no harm,
His big blue eyes and cute little face
Look up at me to say,
How did I get to this place?
I promise him right there and then,
I will love him forever, until the end.

Abbe Cutforth

Hands – villanelle – Promote Yourself



Holding hands with someone special
Such electricity flowing between both
Creating memories that last much longer.


We hold hands with many as we grow
There comes a time when we have more
Holding hands with someone special.


Thoughts return to bring us even closer
Remember a touch or a smell that excites
Creating memories that last much longer.


Feelings grow and we just seem to know
When fingers lace together without thought
Holding hands with someone special.


For some it is might last only a day

Occasionally we find someone special
Creating memories that last much longer.


A lifetime can seem to be summed up
Looking back at all those moments shared
Holding hands with someone special
Creating memories that last much longer.


by Gray Poet

Charles Townsend

A Maze Meant for Life – Promote Yourself

mazeA maze
for you
a lab rat
by a trickster
deliberately watching
you run
or cower
the rules
those written
those not
no reason
no logic
no gain
it’s wrong
do the rite
but no help
and no light
no bridge
and no ladder
no scaffold…
a dreary cloud over
the brain and the face
is it you
is it me
which one out of place
simply smile
I’m fine how are you
wall words
to knock down
to restore back to grace
in amazement
walls flattened
no maze meant for you
but to enjoy
build a home
watch it grow
share the shelter
not a maze meant for you
but paths of amazement
to lead me to You
cheryl bhagwandin

Photograph – Promote Yourself

Take a look at that old photograph, to remind
yourself that it’s not that bad.
At fifteen everything is the end, but if you look back now and then,
It was just a bump in the road, a hiccup, don’t you know.
Life kept moving on and so did you.
You got through your drivers test and your graduation.
You didn’t need him, congratulations.
Buying your first car, but he was so far
In your first apartment, you got the letters that he sent
There’s so much more that he missed
You think to yourself, what if it was different?
He has 6 months left, so prepare yourself
For the changes you face ahead, this is far from over yet.
After 5 years he’ll be back and act like nothing even happened
All this time that you spent playing it over and over again
 Michelle Lemae
Hello my name is Michelle. I recently published my first poetry book titled Fearless on Amazon. I am currently working on Fearless part 2, it has a whole new look and I’ve added a couple more poems to it. Here is one of the poems from Fearless part 2.

Minimal Aspirations – Promote Yourself

Why be precious and become
matter of envy and greed
Why not be obscure
and so more heed
for there is more to see
and less to show
why make wealth far beyond
could it sustain through age?
why not make smiles
which echo till memory fade
for there is less to reap
and more to grow
why be a saint
and tempt to judge sins
why not be a pupil
wisdom pass through ego thin
for there is more to know
more to flow
more to glow
yatharth ( 24 may 2014)
My name is Yatharth. I am from India, living in Singapore.
I write blogs on religion and Indian Politics but occasionally writes poems as well.
Here’s is one of my  poems 

The Tramp

Cold as ice
there he sat

Dreaming about
this and that,

Of what could
have been

If  he’d stayed
within the social scene

Each night his
shadow lies under the lamp,

He is
identified as the local tramp

The park is his

Nowhere else to

No hidden

Or anyone to
care for,

No personal
appointments to keep

No people at all 
to  meet

No-one to
explain to when he isn’t there,

No sacrifice to

The owls watch
over him at night

Under the lamp
in the moonlight,

Where empty
beer cans surround him

Next to the
rubbish in the bin

The tramp that
wants to be alone,

And to leave
his identity unknown

By Gillian Sims

In The Midst Of Battle


In the midst of battle
I heard a cry for help
Battle raging overhead
As in my trench I knelt.
Help me came the cry
I don’t want to die alone
Please can someone hear me?
Was followed by a mournful moan.

I made my way over
To whence the call was made
To find a lonely soldier
Who was lying in the shade.
As I reached that soldier.
His eyes were filled with fear
His wounds alas were fatal
He thanked me as I drew near.

He pointed to his pocket
A letter he received from home
It read if you should die in battle
Make sure that you are not alone
Read to me the wounded soldier asked
So I read his letter again
A smile came across his lips
As though he was in no pain

If you should die in battle
Make sure you’re not alone
You will be taken care of
As though you were at home.
Whoever reads this letter,
I thank you with all my heart
For I know my son was with someone
Although we are all far apart.

With dying breath he said thank you
In that shade where he lay
I closed the eyes on that soldier
As he slowly slipped away.
The irony of this story
He was a soldier from the other side
But never the less he was a brother
Who on the battlefield had died.

Malcolm Bradshaw

Twin flame, I see you burning. – Promote Yourself

twin burn

Some people,

Come into our lives forever,


just so we may catch a glimpse of our soul.

To put us on the right path,

To be a beacon of light,

On the darkest nights.

To show us our dreams,

That we do not see,

Even though they scream.

They say,

We walk the earth

With the very same souls

Each life,

each time,

repeating a pattern,

repeating a crime.

With each familiar


Our soul connects,

Sometimes with laughter,



Sometimes a knowledge of having it tough,

And in amongst the

de ja vu,

You discover the missing piece of,


The mirror reflection.

Bits gone,

without detection.

An image of,

your dreams

your heart

your soul,

Everything new,

But everything,

You already knew.

 The twin flame doesn’t bring



or saviour.

A twin flame whispers in your ear,

That they are always near,

No matter how far,

Even the furthest star.

They show you your path,.

They are love that is unseen,

they are the reason you dream.

They are not the missing piece,

of your soul,




And they always knew,

as did you.

They are the fire in your flame, 

hear them, 

as they whisper 

your name.

They are the light

that leads 


into the night.

They are not the love that fills your thoughts,

they are the breath that gets caught.

Throughout our days,

the words say,

that our souls will meet,





we will know.

Some will grow old, along by our side,

Some come along, 

for a glimpse at the ride,

some of them


away they do hide.

All of them

here for a moment,


our sides.

Karen A Hayward.

This is my blog 

Too Many Words – Promote Yourself


Words, they come like
a pump that is never shut off.
Talk, talk, talk, more talk.
Words always fail to fully
tell the truth so dependent
are they on being well chosen.
They never tell how it
really felt, the strangeness
of it all.

So many words, languages,
books, airwaves full of
never-ending words,
yet you do not
know why I weep
and I can not tell
you of my sorrow
my pain, fear,
not even my joy.

For in the end,
words are empty,
useless. I can not
speak of the past–
gone, gone. Words
fail in the now.
Please, no more words,
talk, blather…
just be quiet
and feel how I feel.
Sit with me
in silence
until the knowing
comes and words
are no longer


It is then that you
arrive at my truth.

But Where?

Mothers, sisters, grandmothers
weep for lost ones
victims of a world where greed
surpasses the values of lives

Babies born without hope
despair is their fate
as mothers, sisters, grandmothers
shake their heads in sorrow
weeping for the lost ones

But one questions remains
not even a whisper…


where are the fathers?


Single Drop



A drop of water
contains all the oceans
unlimited rain
tears that do not cease.


The sun shines on all
bringing light to the darkest soul,
stars cover the skies
regardless of who lives below.



The Divinity has no gaps
special favorites
or enemies.
It is for all
for It is all.
Patricia Cegan

The Ghost of world war one




A young boy stood outside

The recruitment office door

One dark and foggy night,

The door’s swung open

The boy got a terrible fright

A Sergeant stood before him

bellowing with a thunderous voice,

Have you been here before boy?”

But the the boy just stood his ground

And eventually replied,

I’ve come to fight the war sir

I have experience you know,

I fought in world war one”

The Sergeant just laughed and said,

But that was a hundred year’s ago”

Oh no” the boy cried,

When a green mist appeared

It’s a gas attack”

Can you smell the stench

Of the chlorine-gas?”

He shouted out with a panic stricken face,

The Sergeant started to cough and splutter

His eyes became all sore,

The boy said “Don’t you remember

Was it you that sent me off to a war?

It was me that stood at your door,

One hundred years ago

But you must realise that I am just a ghost”

With this the Sargeant shook is head,

Then he remembered the story

Of the farmers boy,

who roamed the streets at night,

Was this his ghost?

Of that boy who lost his life

One dark and foggy night

One hundred years ago


Thomas Sims



The first German gas AttacksDate, Thursday 21 April – 25 May 1915….Field Marshal Sir John French, Commander-in-Chief of theBritishArmy, wrote:….At first the French officers assumed that the Germaninfantrywere advancing behind a smokeAfter thefirstGerman chlorinegas attacks


The Ghost of world war one by Thomas Sims





Who am I? – Promote Yourself

 Frown smile

Who am I?

Who was I?

Who will I be?

I am simple yet complex

I am imperfectly perfect

I am everything I’m not

I frown through my smile

Laugh through my pain

Hurt through my joy

Who am I?

Who was I?

Who will I be?

I fear who I trust

I understand what I can’t

I am where I’m not

I love when I hate

I know why yet I don’t

Who am I?

Who was I?

Who will I be?

My lies tell the truth

While my truth spreads the lies

I am everything but nothing

Dead and alive

Who am I?

Who was I?

Who will I be?

From nothing to something

The knowledge I’ve gained

From something to nothing

Years of happiness and pain

I’ve lost though I’ve won

The end has just begun


So for now, I say farewell

To others, Hello

Which way am I going?

Which way should I go?

Who am I?

Who was I?

Who will I be?

My fate’s in your hands

For it’s you I may be


 Karen Loh


Little One -Promote Yourself

I cried
When I heard
You were lost again

It took so long 
To find you
Last time

Exploring the paths
Of your broken mind
Don’t stray too far

Come back to us soon.

If I had words I would use them
To tell you all that I know
My thoughts and feelings
What lies deep within, but….
The language eludes me
So I laugh and I cry
I reach and I grab
I look to you for all that I know
Eye to eye
Skin to skin
You are my everything.

Becky Spence

blog at

I live in York in England.

The Children of Gaza -Promote Yourself



I lie awake in the peacefulness of my bedroom

My neighborhood is quiet, sleeping soundly

No rockets, no gunfire, no army to fear

Only the dead empty faces of my society looms around me


I think about the innocent, the children and families of Gaza

Why does humanity destroy one another?

Lies, deceit, bloodshed will not end

Til we stop fearing one another and make amends


Hamas, like the new Dog Soldiers from times past

The Native peoples who defended their lands

The Cheyenne warriors who lashed out against genocide

They fought to protect their people from carnage


Neither side is just in violence and revenge

But what does one do when you are outnumbered?

Outgunned, and utterly defenseless you will flee or fight

When your back is against the wall, you feel there is no choice


My people, America, blind and confused

They do not see the truth, they are not told reality

The witnesses are the only truth tellers

They will ensure that the story is declared


While we watch movies, shop, eat, and drink

Death comes swiftly to those who are helpless

Unprotected and powerless against the machine

Mother Earth cries out for mercy and cease

Til no more death and crime awaits


Let us remember, learn, and uphold

Truth, justice, and love above all else

Never forget the faces of the innocent

Their blood, their sacrifice, their debt to us all


For killing begets killing but sometimes it is near

Near to us all, more so than we will ever know

 Kara Spain

Fisherman’s Prayer

I pray that I may live to fish
Until my dying day.
And when it comes to my last cast,
I then most humbly pray:
When in the Lord’s great landing net
And peacefully asleep
That in His mercy I be judged
Big enough to keep.



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