Poem of the Week

Poem of the Week is administered by Lin Priest. Lin is the author of 2 wonderful Mad Jock publications.

My Poem of the Week is a place where people can share each others poetry and if you wish to leave a comment please feel free to do so, by contacting Lin here and your comments will be displayed at the end of the week.


Submitting poetry for Poem of the Week We accept poems of all types for this weekly event but do reserve the right to refuse to enter any poem that does not meet up to Mad Jock Publishers decency requirements. To enter a poem, just click on the link below and type the title and body of the poem in your e-mail. You will also need to add this line to your e-mail: "This poem is my poem and is not copyrighted by any other poet."

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Here are the poems for this week so far.... please feel free to submit somethinmg of your own or to submit a comment about any of the pieces displayed her

Beyond the words, beyond the words, beyond the sea By PJC.

When you have gone,
Your brilliance still shines on,
Like now (always in the rawness of now) when there is only me,
We communicate in the land beyond the words, beyond the words, beyond the
sea.
Perhaps you will remember us from the silence of your chair,
And in all the places I am not allowed to know and yet I know when you are
there.
And is the cavern of your soul now desolate and empty where
I cannot reach your shore and deliver my scared kiss ?
Or climb inside the cathedral of your chest and remember what it is to
really miss
The ecstasy when you swam inside and slipped and stayed and spread
And untied the slipknots which anchored down my heart and laid them across
the coolness of my bed?
We commenced at the exact spot where we had sealed up our intensity
Only this time a matured eclectic passion shot new life into the chemistry.
You dared to wrap your strapping arms around and cradle me
As if memorising it all for much later on
In a place beyond the words, beyond the words and far beyond the sea.


This is my attempt at a sonnet.. by Lin Priest

Wake up to a silent new tomorrow,
Your dream-washed thoughts spread neatly out to dry.
Does your heart know anything of sorrow?
Do hopes and fears grip fiercely ‘til you cry?

Is your mind ever open to display
Each golden memory bottled like perfume?
Is life lived in a state of disarray?
Precious love buried deeply in the gloom.

Let it out! May it see the light of day.
Whole again, it can flourish and be free.
Watch spirits dance and make the demons pay,
Awaken and renew, therein the key.

I sit alone in deep and anxious thought,
Such treasure, too expensive to be bought.

The upside of down is the downside of up!!! Donna Parkinson

This is something I wrote for drug awareness amongst the youngsters I sometimes give talks to..

He smiled and said:

…I’m on the up and up baby, so freaking high,
Why don’t you give this feeling a try?
I won’t make you pay for it I’ll give you a bligh,
But next time make sure you come here for your supply,
There you go, aint that some good shit,
Sit back and enjoy the hit,
Feel yourself floating into the bottomless pit,
Yeah that feeling is better than anything you know,
This is the best shit you can get for your dough,
This will lift you up and nail you down,
It’ll take away every little frown,
This here is the best stuff in town,
It’ll take you to the upside of down….

…She smiled as her whole mood was lifted,
Damn that girl felt like she was gifted,
She felt better than she had ever felt before,
This shit was hardcore,
She didn’t care bout nothing no more,
This was the feeling; this was where she wanted to be,
And this was just how it suited me,
I had another one in my addictive sea,
Sink or swim girl, cos you are about to get hooked,
Baby you should have thought before you looked,
Now you are in my control,
I have the means to make you whole,
You think it’s recreational,
Occasional,
But that about to change,
I have you at close range,
You are floating in an open sky,
Who am I?

6 months down the line and…
… she is dangerously close to the edge,
Crossing the ledge,
Walking that fine line,
Where the differences entwine,
She’s off the rails?
That’s no surprise cos what I give entails,
Superfluous deceptions,
Receptions, and reflections,
That’s how I lure my prey,
Should I say?
That I have all that you need,
I am a friend indeed,
Who am I?
I am your ignorance,
Your indignance,
I tell no truths as such,
Although you may think as much,
It’s a lot to take in,
What’s my sin?
I am a confidence trickster,
A permanent fixture,
Creating a fatal mixture,
I turn love to hate,
I hang at your gate,
And give you false hope,
I make you think you can cope,
I have the power,
In your desperate hour,
One of such magnitude,
That I elude,
Being captured,
My innocence is manufactured,
And your conscience fractured,
Who am I?
I am your demise,
Your disguise,
Your lonely cries,
I give you bogus strength,
I go to great lengths,
To keep you in my clutches,
I have researched my finishing touches,
And my façade is great,
I feed off your trait,
Take you straight,
To hell,
Oh well…

I take you to the downside of up,
I overflow your cup,
Who am I?
I am your next eight ball,
Your downfall,
Your all,
I am the drug that rules your life,
That has taken hold and is rife,
I am the substance that fuels your fury,
I am your judge and your jury,
I am the crack,
I am the smack,
That poisons your mind,
That makes you blind,
To the danger,
You are now a stranger,
To me and to you,
But this is what you choose to do,
On your journey through
The downside of up…
But wait. who is this?

…The hand that reaches out,
The reasonable doubt,
The voice that says you can do without,
Who is this?
Someone who cares,
The answer to your prayers,
Someone to squash your despairs,
Who is this?
The way through,
Someone that’s overdue,
This is the new you,
The person that realised that the downside of up is just the upside of down,
The person that would not allow themselves to drown,
Here is the lady that choose to swim,
Here is a person that risked life and limb,
To shake the downside of up from within,
Who is this?
This is the new you…

Siren’s Song by EJS.

At the mouth of the river where the ancient lands fold,
stands a weary old sailor, noble and bold,
overlooking the current as the water does race
a siren’s song years ago stripped expression from his face.

His cold hands clutch a makeshift stick
as his worn pocket watch proceeds to tick
and the same tune escapes from his cracked old lips
as from the siren, who lulled him away from his ship

and from the river mouth, he proceeds to stay
as months fly by, January to May,
for he waits again to hear the tune
from the blonde-haired siren who sealed his doom.

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