Monthly Archives: October 2014
“The Knock-Knock” – Promote Yourself
There was a knock, a thud,
and then
a quiet whisper at my door.
My creeping eyes
follow straight through it.
I got up, I went to walk
towards it, reaching
for the handle, ready to
turn it, open the door.
But then something
stopped me.
And I quickly
backed away
from the doorframe.
Voices mixed with grumbling
strangled and strange sounds
of desparate howling
all fly into my ears, I see
my hands begin to shake, feel
my head begin to ache
and all of the swollen
entryways around me.
Then,
upon a curtained window
closed off to block
the cold from outside
I hear it, this screaming
beyond human, beyond reference
as it begins tearing into
my residence.
All alone I waited for it,
about to tighten fists
with tightened lips,
but something once again
stopped me.
A blackened misty figure
walking over to me, I
quiver and shake
in my heart, boots.
I go to strike out
but I am too late
as something else
stopped me.
The mist spoke truth
though I couldn’t hear it in the air
discussing through telepathy
the reasons it was really here.
To take me down, to eagerly
swallow my soul?
To slice my damaged body
into a more
damaged hull?
Leaving me to
rot here alone?
I go to ask, ever
so politely,
but something stops me.
Then I realize, this thing
towering above me, claws at
the ready, it says
it’s me. It’s me.
Death is coming.
But something
stopped me.
A shadowy hand
in league with what
I’ll never see, a
frightened boy now
frightfully free.
This Death, this creature?
They are both me.
by Cory Thrall
October – Promote Yourself
A Man or a Rat – Promote Yourself
Ambitious as can be, and loyal to his pursuits,
An empire which he cultivated, infront of his eyes it grew.
His dreams of reaching the top would inevitably come true.
Caught up in winning the race, his vision tunneled tight.
Left behind his friends and family, with them he had nothing to do.
He came across a grouchy old man; rich but lonely was he.
Not a friend by his side, a burden to walk alone, how miserable he must be.
He caught a glimpse of his future, wondered how sad it would be.
The thought of living such a life, that of a fool he pondered it to be.
Blindly en route an empty path, a vague and futile journey.
Caught up in a rat race, whose victor hath no glory.
Awakened as if by a friendly ghost, just before his demise
Fortunate was he to have deterred off the wretched path just in time.
Baffled by the time he had wasted; thankful for all that still remained
If it had been too late it would only be ruins left along his trail
How great would the world be if everyone would realize
It’s who you know – Promote Yourself
Sitting there,
smiling with hatred,
listening to their
conversations
of how easy
it truly is.
They find it easy,
their girlfriends find it easy,
their friends find it easy,
their shits find it easy,
and I will too,
they tell me.
Sitting there,
telling my lies of life
to keep the mask cool,
whilst laughing at their stories
of untold horizons I haven’t seen,
new cities I haven’t been
and of people
who also know
the secret.
Sitting there,
drinking my drink
faster than I want to,
listening,
smiling,
and eating
my shame of
the easy life.
Anthony Keers
My name is Anthony Keers and I live in the City of Manchester, England. Writing short stories has been a hobby of mine since an early age, but attempting to write poetry is fairly new. The majority of my work can be seen on my blog: anthonykeers.wordpress.com. If you like what you see, then keep checking it out as more is added weekly. Also, big thanks to Poetree Creations for publishing some great work!
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night – Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas Celebrations In 2014
Celebrating 100 Years Since the Poets Birth
A calender of events have been planned for 2014’s Dylan Thomas Celebrations.
Dylan Thomas, one of Wales’ greatest poets, was born in 1914 in his parents house 5 Cwmdonkin Drive, Swansea, but spent his last few years in West Wales.
The now famous Boathouse in Laugharne was where the poet spent the last four years of his life with his wife Caitlin and three children, Aeronwy, Llewelyn and Colm. Laugharne was the inspiration to much of his work, including “Under Milk Wood”.
To celebrate 100 years since the poets birth, there are many events planned for the whole of Wales, with the focus on Swansea and Laugharne.
Words Not Spoken – Promote Yourself
The love he felt inside
He treasured every moment
And his heart would fill with pride
He never said I love you
But he came to every game
Even in defeat his son knew
He loved him just the same
He’d pat him on the head
Or maybe ruffle his hair
And tell him he was proud of him
As long as he played fair
When he graduated college
I love you wasn’t said
He smiled as he shook his hand
Mumbling, well done, my boy instead
When his son went to war
He trembled as he spoke
And brushing away the tears
He made a little joke
Now, his son’s come home
And he stands with eyes downcast
His hands stroking the coffin
Saying I love you son at last!
Beatrice Boyle
Rising // Rise – Promote Yourself
I will rise
and stand even more tall
I will rise
over the wall
I will rise
above them all
Like the sun
which never dies
though sets every night
every day it does rise
Like the ocean
whose tides
many times they are down
but invariably they rise
Like the trees
from seeds they arise
and heights great
they rise and rise
After falling once,
twice and thrice
Again and again
I will rise and rise
I will rise
after every fall
After every fall
I will rise
“You Are…” – Promote Yourself
A strange mixture
of wistful,
adversarial memories
holds me frozen
in time’s
tempestuous grip.
Modest glances,
over countertops
designed for us
as seconds brandish
dormant desires
between our air.
A caring you noted.
Sleeping tenderness
awakened with
vivacious appetites
for something yearned.
We turned into
one another,
comforted by
the cradle of
our hearts.
We found our eyes
within the light…
driving down a long,
percipient road…
fluttering emotion
for the one I love.
You are…
Nathan Lindsay
[ ISLAND OF THE LOST ]. – Promote Yourself
My cell phone – Promote Yourself
phone, but regrettably … I’m ever more stupid … and ever less … smart.
A sad development, this added stupidity and diminished lucidity; my contraption
predictably failed to prompt me to make better choices; better decisions.
But no such luck; I still make all the same old time-dishonored mistakes; falling
in love at the drop of a hat … my time-honored old loves … remembering.
Verily, youth is seemingly wasted on the very young; wisdom on the very aged;
for were there a better balance between the two, humanity, would be … aided.
By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico https://www.chachomanopapa.wordpress.com
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Turning,churning – Promote Yourself

And watches little nestling’s stir
He misses nothing here
And blows upon the dewy grass
And paints with shades of light
While on the other side He brings
The soothing calm of night.
But much of night is trembling
The plagues and rampant war
The hunger, children wandering
As often-time before.
And we see scenes horrendous
Across a stunned front page
And wonder briefly, if at all
Our small part to assuage.
God acts to gain His purpose
But in the world of men
He looks for mercy’s partnership
Ere dawn restores again.
anthony gomez
http://justhappeneduponthis.wordpress.com/page/6/
Your Safe Haven – Promote Yourself
Oddly overpowering
In a realm so connected
We find ourselves to have drifted
Blindly convulsing in the abyss
with hopes of latching on in attempts to remain at bay
Solitude is a sweet escape
But to pass off loneliness as that, it is overbearing
The fear that lingers
till this notion of being subsides
we wish to embrace the state of isolation
…a frightening conception
If it is not a choice, but instead an eviction
sometime all it takes to find yourself at peace
Is to dwell in the warmth of nature, where life is at ease
For if you listen closely, the soul of the universe echoes in your heart
Truth – Promote Yourself
BLOODSTAINED DARKNESS – Promote Yourself
We make our own choices
We see good and bad days
We get past them
Somehow we beat everything
In our way, at times
Sometimes we lose everything
And, we try disguise
We make mistakes
We don’t take caution
We ignore the stakes
We learn the lesson the hard way
We leave, we come back
We grow, we learn
We’re all on different tracks
In pursuit of different things
But, we all end up
At the same place
The same bloodstained earth
Just drowning in darkness
GRACE LINTON
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Link of this poem on my blog:
http://justsomeimportantwords.wordpress.com/2014/06/17/bloodstained-darkness/
The Devil’s Advocate – Promote Yourself
Brother, why do you awake in terror and despair?
As I count my final moments, I overflow with desolation
I sense not a breeze from the Garden of Eden
For me the gates lead to a much darker destination
The path I chose offers no trial, no redemption.
You underestimate His mercy and love for mankind, brother.
Passage through purgatory wouldn’t rescue my soul
A glance at my own reflection, I can bear no more
Death’s cold breath creeps along the back of my neck
Hums a haunting intonation
Sent to collect a soul bound for eternal damnation
A fate befitting for a fool such as I
Who did the devil’s bidding on earth while alive.