31st August 2009

Flickers Of Old Flames

Still Aglow Amongst Ashes

Warmth For Our Old Age

By C F Garner

Reggae Beats Bouncing

To The Soft Tyres On The Road

Concrete Fading Fast

By Amy Lovell

Baltimore Drug Crime

Sixty Five Hours Watching

TV Late At Night

By Mark Garner

Accusing eyes glare

Behind the stone Buddha's smile

True feeling mirrored

By Phi Yaan-Zek


Sad Old FOX Still Up To All

His Wily Old Tricks

By David Gadsby

guitar and singing

smelly black boots hiking uphill

cat face, blue eyed man ...

By Vanessa Bandini Gadsby

Running Through The Fields

A Squadron of Butterflies

Accompany Me

By Stukelinho

24th August 2009

Corcovado Dreams

Quiet Nights Of Quiet Stars

Saudades Brasil

By C F Garner

Old friend, London tryst

Waterhouse and Chinese tea?

Capital idea!

By Mark Garner

New Home, Brand New Shoes

Forty pairs of happiness,

Our Cottage of Love.

By Vanessa Bandini Gadsby

New Home, Too many Shoes

I counted forty seven

Glad we have more Room

By David Gadsby

Ugly green monsters

Sweep them under the carpet

Won't look at shadows

By Phi Yaan-Zek

The Inner City

All Those Satellite Dishes;

The Preferred Windows

By Stukelinho

17th August 2009

My Thoughts Are Like Clouds

Some Dark, Some Light & Fluffy

Both Cover Clear Sky

By C F Garner

Loose Green tea (roasted),

Bancha Houjicha is my

Japanese cuppa

By Mark Garner

I don't know you yet

Pretending real pretense

Fantasy or truth?

By Phi Yaan-Zek

Grey loving feathers

eggs and sweet parents to be

little window nest.

By Vanessa Bandini Gadsby

The Angels Translate

The Sublime Silence Of God

Heavenly Music

By Stukelinho

(With credit to Hildegard Von Bingen)

A full seasons hope

smouldering into ashes

the forest burns up

By David Gadsby

9th August 2009

Now The Path Is Clear

Addictions And Distractions

To Be Shed Like Skin

By C F Garner

Freckles of space dust

Commit us to vainly wake 

Early to see but clouds

By David Gadsby

Darkest hour, sky watch

A Shower of Falling stars

Missed it, bloody clouds!

By Vanessa Bandini Gadsby

The inner light show

A lifetime in twenty five

Minutes being lived

By Phi Yaan-Zek

We Seek To Capture

Moments Of Inspiration

In Seventeen Steps

By Stukelinho

Friday afternoon

Fog of laziness at work

descends and stifles

By Mark Garner

2nd August 2009

Look After The Days

Years Will Look After Themselves

Try Counting Your Breaths

By C F Garner

On the phone “Please hold”!

IT play Prog-rock muzak.

Waiting for Godot.

By Mark Garner

Gripped by nature's urge

All consuming ceaseless search

For Public Toilets

By David Gadsby

How do you make it?

Burn my skin and blind my eyes.

Rise so high and shine.

By Vanessa Bandini Gadsby

We were once in song

We whispered in loving rhyme

Remember our tune

By Phi Yaan-Zek

Restraining My Howl

A Lone Wolf Pines For His Pack;

Can Grief Be Out Run?

By Stukelinho

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