Breath in deeply
Let the moment embrace you
You are everything to me
Siblings
Also are you Father that
Made you the same way
That he made you
My siblings
I welcome in God's world today
And today is a new day
That our Father brought to us

If actually possible we could be standing on the precipice on some ribald laughs at least. Do you think it can create visualised terms too such as 'tunnel tester'?

ME AND WOODBINE WILLIE
Benefit delays that lasted forever
Causing lifestyles not-too-clever
Welder's gloves on and into the bins
To scoop out the treasure troves within
Shove all the dumpers into a packet
Then into a pocket of my big jacket
And after this hour of going out shelling
Soon my other plans were gelling
ME AND WILLIE WENT DUMPER-DIVING
ME AND WILLIE HAD OUR WAYS OF SURVIVING
PICKING TAB-ENDS OFF THE GROUND
AS SOON AS THERE WERE NO WOMEN AROUND
A pile of baccy on my kitchen table

All That Was Lost
SVH

Tendrils

Parting’s sad. Thoughts of celestial cords
invade my solitude. Spring absorbs
my thoughts like a dry sponge. They flounder,
am I a lonely poet immersed in wonder?

I cannot think of anything unsounder
that I may by gentle force encounter.
Love’s tendrils wind their way around my heart
to build on solid ground a world apart.

I have written several poems very recently, many of the untitled (dates written = current title) and various themes. I did kind of have a request to avoid anything with a religious theme, but wasn't sure what to go with. If I list them by title, perhaps people could let me know which one most intrigues them enough to want to read further, and I can post that one. Here they are:
14-03-2018 (renamed: Appreciating Opera) Free Verse
22-03-2018 ("Beware the world beating a path to your door …) Free Verse

Have you ever had an inspiration for a poem then decided to not put pen to paper until you had it "right"? Then upon further thought and study you find your train of thought has derailed and the muse died in the wreck? I know this has happened to me a Lot which results in poetry begun then never finished.....awaiting perfection.

Even among old traditional schools of Haiku
there was a question whether 5-7-5 is the only way to structure the message.
But structure is needed to keep the text dense, to concentrate the content to its limits, to make it to ring like a tight string.

cold wind
branches swing
ruffled feathers

branch swings
birds hold on
winter berries

woke up
looked outside
silent winter

Looking for more reading. Have just dipped my toe in the water of contemporary poets (Ashberry, a few Aussies and a couple we were taught in school), but I want to read more. A google search could probably provide me a list but I'm much more interested in your reccommendations. Favourite poet/favourite poem, am also favourable to the melancholy so if you know any (poetry or poets) that suit please pass them on.

Thanks,

Nick.

We've got a bunch of fine Nigerian poets joining recently, and thanks to Chris 'vandiemenspeak' Hall, now Director of Neopoet Audio, we will soon be posting some of their work.

Any volunteers to... um... ah.. how to put this... Nigerians often have such a strong accent it is difficult for Western English speakers to understand, so volunteers to do dual readings would be fucking amazing.
You don't have to travel there. They read theirs, others read the same in a different accent, post both together.
What do you think?