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Knees up in my low-backed chair Fingering the glass, It's shape and fullness Just like I'd touch you And when the rim's against my lip Like your arching back I drink deeply Whiskey burns on the way down Like hot kisses over my belly Blo…
But we're waking to the pain There must be some pity for the walkers in the rain. Grimy nightroads are our halls Telltale sun's our bane. Welcome to the country of the walkers in the rain. Some shuffle with a dufflecoat Some hit the grape …
In this aquarium I noticed Two fish. Both of the same species Alike in size, colour, shape. Yet, schooling in resplendent hues, Just two Remained apart - darting In the upper bubbles or Wearing weeds below. The first - a higher flyer - W…
We got to thinking About why you're with me Just another man in the men's room Pissing seconds at the stall. You don't need me for DIY; Your friends and cousins Own a maintenance business And they'd fix the cloud-vaulted heavens If you a…
I tell this slender lie Like a glue between saner days It flicks from my lips like snaketongue Anaesthetic, ripe and rude. Don't judge me, f***er! Take away the lie And you spill my crazy. No-one wants that. So. Sidestep the shit I say B…
(Inspired by the Kate Bush track '50 Words for Snow', from the album of the same name.) Wilful winter winds will blow Here's 50 phrases for the snow! Fifty… January dandruff Forty-nine….polar fur Forty-eight…. The Busy Blank Forty-seve…
We are the Unseen. We walk out of your stores With groceries and pillowcases And whatever-the-hell-else we want. We somehow slipped, bemused, Between the cracks of dusk and day... Between the causal cushions of the universal sofa... The p…
The last flower shed salty petals Unsupported, it slumped against glass They looked on: at a loss and without hope The final of Nature's blazes Her passion unsummered in a bell-jar Beauty decomposed and compost. In the end, She loved us n…
The crimson trail disappeared into the night... Tangy spatters from her sweet veins, I feared as I fully regained consciousness. Ever since the Beast had come to find us, we had pushed northward, through the snowy wood towards the Abbey r…
Here it is straight! My girls are in a girl band called 'Union' and they've reached the area finals of Open Mic UK. If they get through the next round, they're off to sing at the O2 Arena in London. They're aged between 12 and 15 and I …
@sjw @MrsS @Jamtots @ckahn @MissLittleDHP @irrational_kimmi @leelee101 @crowncottage @deviltortoise @datalore24 @eddie12309... This is for you! One lit window in a dark sea of the living dead. No other spark or glimmer or beam to be seen a…
It chewed through my lower gut, fingers gripping my heart - cold and paralysing. Fear. Fear devoured me whole. Outside the gate, the animated corpse, so terribly mangled, licked my blood from its lips. I was frozen where I knelt on the …
It hobbled across the kitchen, the foul stink of rot and decay seeping from it. Teeth bared, it hissed and moaned, a prowling hunger in its gut. 'Brains,' it growled. I stared at this creature in the reflection of the kitchen door. It w…
The final limb was thick, twisted and green, but the chainsaw tore through it hungrily. I let go of the top safety leaver with my index and middle fingers and let the machine hang by my side. Stupidly, I'd forgotten that Nan's petrol chain…
Out by the lighthouse In the heat and spray I saw the hurricane come this way I knew I should run But my legs became rock And my pulse was quickened An urgent clock On the edge of Montok (And maybe life) The blue sky and storm Were a keen…
You are Echolalia A girl cloned from deprivation And our new cynical shrugs. Tolerance of carelessness Makes a model of offensiveness And that's you, Echolalia. Love is for losers and so is peace You say: 'they're to blame, the fucking …
At the thinning of the year Now that daylight seems embarrassed And skulks between wet street lights, Euphoria, hibernating, Is dimmed to warmth and comfort, And the clocks must pay for The sweaty, pulse-party of August. And there it goes…
I don't know you Or you, me. But in passing You left me irradiated; Glowing from the outside in Suddenly and beautifully Breaking down. In a glass lift Outside floor thirty-four You smiled. Ignited my eye And seared your happiness Into …
We built ourselves an airship So vast in scope and scale The heights of flight, the width of dreams, The grace of humpback whale. Balloons and engines raised it up Propellers drove us on... They'll check our beds - find 'pillow-heads.' Loo…
@nightdweller @October Vagrant spirit at the wick Sometimes dancing lunatic Other moments - coiled, hypnotic Finger beckons - hot, erotic. Cut from sun-skin, molten cloth, Life to lost ones, death to moth. Carbon whisper... Gold un-metal. …
Thanks to those who entered... Third place goes to the 'stiff' competition in @Burrfoot 's 'Sock Shock.' Hee hee. I was a teenage boy once too. Not admitting to anything. In second place, a writing talent to watch I think - the excellen…
First, apologies for delay... Had an extended working day. Secondly, thanks to @MelchiorJ13 for the joint first with the excellent @secret @secret has chosen 'shock' as the next emotion... Get to it Opusseers. Entries by 5pm GMT Friday…
Give me your coppers And I will show you My book of flaws. It takes brave men to open it But dust will never cover it I myself contribute daily Gather excuses or humility And heave the cover open In the index find your name See your sins…
Have I left the window open? What if I left the window open. The cat might get in. A burglar might get in. A burglar might get in and stand on the cat. The cat might get in and knock over the vase Again. The vase water might spill Onto th…
This leather sky is a passport for frosts Inked by wheeling crows. Summer, absent-minded as it goes Scatters gold behind to cover costs. And there's this bitter beauty in the change; The gong of hollow freezing's soft and low. Sugar-luggag…
Um.. Can anyone help? My feed is stuck at a piece posted twelve hours ago. Restarted app, phone etc. Happened to anyone else?
They took you from my arms Carved out a you-shaped hole In this asphyxiated soul ... took my tongue Which calls for you, eyes to see you grow They took my mind - I holler at the sky Rage at diminishing gods to let me die But they took my s…
They took you from my arms (Carved out a you-shaped hole In a soul so desperate to be better for you) They took out my tongue (No recourse for the decision enforced) They stole my eyes (no more to see you grow Or this world's enthusing glow…
We're nearly there. The Mayan calendar ends, and with it, our civilisation. Perhaps. Or maybe they just ran out of space, and couldn't be arsed to carve another one. But if this is the final year, I wonder what will become of us and whet…
A boy and his B.U.D. That's me and him "Biometric Universal Device" On the edge of boredom The brink of night Perhaps the only ones Still living in this wide, quiet sky. He plays me favorite music Lets me win at chess Makes holograms of TV…
This is my time I can feel it come As the summer freys And the chills nip Gone, the heat of night sweat... Gone! The greens made spicy gold And russet love letters Sent from trees to soil No itchy heat can spoil This, the beautied month,…
They want a man So I'm taciturn, solid and strong But they want a sensitive to listen to their hurts So I pull on the stillness, the subtle roots of empathy I allow them to grow But they want funny, not quiet and soft So I'm brash and sligh…
Hey ... Sorry again for the lateness. And thanks for writing... Some really intelligent, emotive and witty pieces. I have to say I started out with an agenda; I wanted to see if someone could capture the rush and uplift and wonder of eupho…
Sorry it's late. Been workin' like a dawg. Gawd bless @ren360 for kindly making my day with the last result. I don't get out much :-) Well done to my fellow entrants. Such great reading. So here's the latest big, hairy thrown-down gau…
Across the heaths and blackened fens I'm coming for you I tear a path 'cross fields and glens And I'm coming for you No night can hide you, where you are I'm coming for you My heart's a blacker place by far. Oh, I'm coming for you! I rip …
Trenchart alley's dirty But at least it shuns the wind Of an evenin' (mid-October) When the sun's Autumn scarlet's thinned. This greatcoat is heavy with drizzle Not lighter for all of them holes But the heaviest is a regretful heart And th…
How about this as a future Opuss update feature? If you take part in any of the excellent competitions on Opuss, this might be up your alleycat too. Say you want to know when the last winner posts the new 'competition word ' or judges t…
December's diamond core Water's evolution... Art at minus four. Dessicated silence... Plump and chilling Convectioned confection - icing and filling Braille of the snowmen. Blizzard of possibilities Powdered pepper of winter cities.
It's a curious thing This life, this slow demise Across years and turning skies. All that keeps us From the one-way trip The distance from your lip To my lip; the thickness of a kiss Between a fragile life and the abyss. So intricate and …
There's a quality in the air Which speaks of darkness. A subtle vibration heralds The delirious currents of dreams Everyone's invited - Somewhere between the rosy lap Of steaming, evening bath And the coolness of fresh sheets There's a gat…
Aaaaak...wheeze...eeeerk....aaaaaarg...gasp....eeerk...hhhhhh..... (death)
She said: "I will never love anyone like I love you." He said: "Is that good? Or does that mean you'll love all the others differently? I, on the other hand, can say I've never loved anyone anywhere near as much as I love you. We're soulmat…
I subscribe to furious living. I squeeze every drop of awareness from seconds. I act upon urges and impulses, dodging damage. A lifetime's such a little flame to snuff We waste it griping, or collecting stuff. 'Carpe diem' is numb... 'Adole…
I'd like to tell you many things; That my monster is imaginary... My monster is between my legs... My monster is a stuffed, child's toy, But you should know the truth. My monster has eyes that You're afraid to catch looking at you... Red a…
Warning: lots of knowingly gratuitous swearing. With a kind of a point. FFFFFfffffffuuuuuuuccccck! FUCK! awfuck awfuck awfuck! Ah! Ah! Ffffffffucking...FUCKING... Aw... Fuck. Shit. Awwwwwww....pfffff. Fuck. Just stubbed my fucking toe. F…
@emotion @shame As they realise what I am Their faces change. Disgust leaks into features Makes them ugly Makes them mean Gives them creases powered by faeces - That's the shit I'm stirring up Judge and judged, there is No-one... no-one …
The bell rings and Anna sings; She sings of the life of clouds And the span of conception Distilled in the tears of God. The bell rings and Anna sings: There on the steps, echoes clothe her And the Church's stone quickened By the transcen…
The gentle tick of an ornate clock, The oaky creak of my antique bed The firing of the boiler's flame As heating tickles radiators The luxurious gush of fresh hot water Gaily gurgles in the pipes The sigh and snore of the sleeping house An…
Columbine, dear Columbine Your lips are like a red, red wine: Vinegary, make me gag... They give me morning headaches, hag! Columbine, my own sweet love Your face is like the moon above: Vacant, round and pocked with grit And often there's…
(this is a reposted older Opuss) The car shuddered as it rattled over the morse of potholes; these communicated only annoyance as Erica threw the Merc around the bends. The country lanes were steely in the frost. It had been a long, cold …
I didn't dare move or even breathe as I heard the door open. It squeaked painfully as always, giving me and Tony a brief second to shift our standing positions again. A careful, heavy footstep. The creaky floorboard by the window. Sweat d…
Awake after decades Asleep in the earth, Screeching in flight Ragged and stinking Flesh flayed and hungry Mottled claws raised Tongue yearns for gore A throat thirsts for blood It passes through glass And into a room To the back of a hea…
This shows what amazing talents lurk in the night hours of Opuss. And the day. Well done all! Big mention to @NickyX who was too late to add his piece to the contest, but wrote the amazing 'Shadows of the Mind' - check it out! The game wa…
AAAAAAAAAAGH! No way am I choosing from these. If Simon Cowell gets to narrow his options down over time, so do I. So here's what I suggest: Emotion contest: The Final Five. The Five are: @VikingHorn for his epic narrative 'Terroir' - a…
(terror) So I get another call from County Police. Seems that their worst fears are confirmed. THEIR worst fears? It's my life on the line here. Last week, they called to tell me that one Henry Burns has escaped from high security prison.…
My fickle eyes can barely make A distance in the sky's black lake. A blur, a smudge... But not suffice To see a glint in rings of ice. I wish my jaded eye could reach The rosy flow, sulphuric beach, The ice and furnace of extremes... The c…
Thanks to @sara_lou for surprising me with her decision... Must've been a real toughie. And congrats to the other writers - great pieces. Now for the next: As an enthusiastic nightdweller, I chose the (uk) witching hour to give you the nex…
A son says to his mother: "I don't like salad. I won't eat it." His mother looked at him. Then at the plate of untouched salad. "Well now, I'm not sure that salad much likes you either... But it's boy versus salad. Eat or be eaten. Eat it …
I went away from you, heart of mine I travelled the spice routes Gathering scented cloths and pearls To drape upon your naked skin. I was not there to warn him off He charmed your loneliness With the music of laughter and kindness Your hea…
After visiting Mum, A sudden chill took my breath - And overhead the cloud Boiled black. Day banished. Then, from each grave There came a foul rush of air, A point of light expanding... Growing limbs and features Until a forest of ghosts Br…
Graffiti and hot brick Frame you confidently. They know you are art... A masterstroke in umber As you read on the windowsill. Not a quiver in the page Or a flick of lash Betrays a lack of acrylic and brush. Behind you, copper lamplight Cups…
I think there's something living Down the plug hole in my sink; With noises rude it guzzles food That gets washed down I think. Scraps of veg, a potato wedge Which gets forced through the holes.. This is a feast for the sink-pipe beast Scr…
For @Irrational_Kimmi and @leelee101 H ow many times can one lifeform moan about the opposite gender? U seless at intergalactic travel... at any travel at all M aybe because they only have two weak little legs And only two eyes... imag…
The Minister slipped. Not the normal slip-up Which can be covered up With spin and gloss And apologies from the boss In private deals... Wheels within wheels... A handshake and it's all forgot - It's politic, whether fair or not. This sl…
So here's an end to dreams An end to sighs uncounted An end to minutes held in trust And end to a heart of gold -behold its rust... I say 'the end' because I must. You see, I'm ending years unborn That held you in my grateful arm. You do n…
I sit at my desk - and ideas won't come So I chew my pen, swing my chair, fidget and hum. The sly little bastards - those crafty ideas Have been teasing me daily for long friggin' years. So the blank paper waits - I am still uninspired, And…
Where the rosethorn blood-beads draw, There remains his whittled claw. In the forest's ferny green There his hide hides inbetween. The many oysters of the sea - Here his pearly scales be. As meteors burn brief and die Behold the winking of …
"I don't see The point of wasps," He said to me. "I mean bees make honey But wasps... They sting and things - Fuss and buzz About my plums." Around us, flowers Unravel like fragrant fractals. And life, singed into the soil, Dazzles in it…
Miss Missile - look at you, All gorgeous and glorious Turn on charms and tempers Always victorious Self-styled cutey, belle from hell. A toss of the head, wilful pout. OMG! There's going to be A tantrum if you're left out If you're not c…
I am beloved of Summer. The sea's warm fingers Soft-strokes and lifts me Wants me for its own And then, above, the sky: Though aloof and caught in Glassy altitudes Makes me glow and sweat The mighty sun stings As it penetrates. And then…
A fella called Ellis 'Red' Redding And though it never came for free You'd find, hidden in books or fresh bedding That whatever your wants or desire He'd get it for smokes or maybe a favour But Red's colour faded when forced to retire As pa…
They met first at the tennis club The Lathams and Pryces, A heady mix of forty love Served up surprising vices: Husband, wife in different pair - A mutual understanding. New partnerships which soon became Some serious back-handing. With M…
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Opusseers, you give me the gift of your inspirational words daily. Thank you! But I got myself to wondering what writing inspires you. Which (non-Opuss) books/poems/stories. Be good enough to add a comment recommending us your top FIVE read…
But this is the edge of possibility! This summer evening, warm and fey. The toasted- almond smell pervades The streets which once were wet and grey. Feel the danger in the air? A shared potential pollen-borne Midsummer challenges us to live…
Slowly engulfed by wet, crimson lip Igniting the tip of my lust. The pulse of music beats in our chests, Hers rises on the inhale, nipples bloomed. She holds my gaze, suggestive, shadowed, Exhaling coils of salty,sweaty limbs - Smoky sutras…
Dearest Opuss friends, today is publication day for me - a small step for wolfie kind. Two short stories were accepted and published today by Ether Books. Can I be really, really cheeky and ask you to rate this for me? You need the free Et…
I squat, alert By the stream of consciousness Waiting to catch A potent poemfish. Some are nimble Shine with joy Like scales are gifted By the sun. Others drift deeper Wandering like thought In cloudier judgements And darker, darker plac…
Yes, I've accepted it. No, but I'm not over it. Sometimes I hurt so much My raging grief could tear a hole In this world (the emptier Earth) And step through to some Alternative reality where you're alive Where we still laugh Where we still…
What's worse than skid marks in your underwear? Tyre tracks across your tshirt.
Made of nightmares and thin air. The darkened pools beneath the trees The movement no-one fully sees The stairwell dark which stares right back The water deep, and hungered black The closet face which haunts your sleep The hands which ever-…
The nightjar, feathered ink, takes flight - Behaves like shavings of the night. He sings electric, buzzing odes, A darkness engine on cloud roads. And when I hear those waspish tones I feel your whirred words in my bones: 'Come fly the ni…
He said: Night separates us Divides us in the dark A person could feel Completely alone In streets etched from shadows Arty and monochrome Even though the streets Are emptier by day. Sounds swallowed in Deserted places Make echoed giants …
Yes, I ate all the pies. I've spent years Apologising for myself So this is it: Food makes me happier than you do. Eat that.
When does love begin? Is it convenient chemistry Blooming in ready flesh? Nanoseconds of conquered yearning? Triumphant emotion crowned with sexuality's thorn? All I know is this: I will send out a sentinel kiss And wait patiently by your …
Why has the rain discoloured the sun? Go ask the crows. Why summer's ended before it's begun? Go ask the crows. Why do I feel someone just behind my shoulder Go ask the crows. Why does my mind feel young, my body much older? Go ask the cro…
My neurons don't communicate these days Disconnected, fail to reminisce On conversations treasured And peacock dawns like this. I'm divorced from memories it seems; My mind, she angrily lets me go! Tears up my recollections and my dreams, …
The Winter between us Becomes a strain Sighs like the west wind, Cool tears like rain. The time's right for peace now, For forgiveness to bud On the soft boughs of lips... To rekindle warm blood. We take chances with glances - Has the air b…
Sobriety's over-rated. It's produced All the times I ever hated. I'm happy when inebriated. Helps me stomach This personality to which I'm fated. Ego deflated, Mind-sails weighted... But raise me a glass And I'm five star rated.
The night's a fevered garden Garnished with exotics; The gorgeous grease of dewdrops, And constellation daisies. But crowning bushy nebulae, Eclipsing gaudy flowers of the sun The lunar bloom spins fragrant petals Out upon my silvered eye.…
Daisy at the door Of the high rise flats: Surviving, it seems, On air and concrete. Tender beauty Made of impossible tenacity Surviving in the fag-ends, Glass and johnnies. Maybe one day crushed Carelessly by circumstance. Live furiously, …
Hang on, mate... Someone just knocked At my door. No - I'll stay on the phone... Bloody lock is stiff again. Only a prank caller. Yup.There was no-one there. Yeh.. Happens a lot round here. There's these teens Who live on the corner of …
Hang on, mate... Someone just knocked At my door. No - I'll stay on the phone... Bloody lock is stiff again. Only a prank caller. Yup.There was no-one there. Yeh.. Happens a lot round here. There's these teens Who live on the corner of …
Or take a closer look? This guy at a bar Speaks to me through Morose, Monday beers And says, quietly: "Cheer up, boy. It might Never happen." I balk at 'boy,' especially As he seems my age. I make the magic glance The one-sec assessmen…
Outside the drizzle's weeping For them, the gales blow fitful dreams And creaking lullabies While we happy fucked-up puppies Laugh at comfortable lies And hover at the table Where the glasses ring for liquor Us dark-eyed entities Collect w…
This is the candle post It's a way of remembering someone who is in our thoughts It is a place to write a few words of support Or perhaps even a prayer Write their names in the comment
There's this pain Kind of unbearable Went to the doctor He was sceptical Took blood out of me Pushed his finger up in me Made me piss in a bottle Come in a cup Scoop a poop sample Pressed ears to my chest Gave me physio Checked cardio Ch…
It wasn't cut from ancient pines But fashioned from some infant lines It didn't bolster up a bed No notches, just full stops instead. It didn't hold proverbial gate But let out words for you to rate It wasn't physical at all And yet this po…
Inspired by @RichWithey As if from gothica They stretch in dark Enlivened by silence Inspired by the Veined pulse of shadow As though drawing ink From deepest midnights They roll around ideas And alcoholic dreams Ferment on frothy pages…
I'm red with rage and furious Who the fuck do they think they are? I pace around this kitchen Wearing anger's ugly scar. I've held it in for far too long To be the 'bigger man' But I been shat on once too often Now, so here's the plan. …
When you are out or sleeping A chuckle gruff and sly Heralds works of mystery Unseen by human eye. Two little furry hands dart out And steal tv remotes To place them under sofas Then reverse the sleeves of coats. Pitter-patter, feet snea…
He was afraid to sleep It was the absence Of senses The unknown beyond eyelids For what might crawl Upon him, steal his breath Or scurry into private folds Afraid of holes in conscious life While seconds dribble From a slackened mouth Who'…
Ideomendeia, You wear datura blossom And bring the bar To a frothy stop. 'come with me' I dream you saying Until, surpassing dreams You take my hand With solid promises. And in the night The gloried, sweaty satin Of deepening hollows You do…
Krakatoa, dearest Turn your stony gaze to me - Your emotions bubble oh, so deep, Your moods are alchemy. Will you blow your top again Reduce my touch to ashes? Or maybe you might smoulder 'neath Those pyroclastic lashes. Some may tremble …
Lie down and listen to your darling heart: The fat beats of life, Are they further apart? Geometry of blood In veined, vital wrist Does patterned pulse Ever so slightly desist? Is the gap in the rhythm Decreasing the song - Cram in one mor…
They never liked him anyway. So when his smiles And endless positivity Shone, calmer, through his grief (The loss of child - The gouging of his Ample, selfless heart) Their hearts grew harder: Diamond cold, Compressed black coal Afire wi…
I feel its strangeness on my back Chillingly vast A preternatural pressure On the corner of my mind A truth or universal secret Just beyond the paper-skin Of this gorgeous mundane life Perhaps out there behind The vapour-veils of nebulae A…
Here it comes - the love again For Opuss women, Opuss men. Tireless in igniting dreams And bringing beauty to these streams Your writing, so alluring, spins Across the seven deadly sins It revs me up, it brings me down To earth when I'm a s…
A few bits of language and adult themes! The car shuddered as it rattled over the morse of potholes; these communicated only annoyance as Erica threw the Merc around the bends. The country lanes were steely in the frost. It had been a lo…
So I went to the doctor With this numbness. He showed me scalp And little interest. 'what seems to be The trouble, Mr. ----' He said, to the rhythm Of his scritching pen. 'I can't feel my.. My future.' I answered, eyes brimming With detach…
Blank-eyed, you sit Slumped and misshapen Not even stirred to tears Desiccated by despair Mummified by misery. I anger. I've chivvied and smiled And you gave me nothing You went to bed I painted you glorious futures Where you were happy Y…
Out on the rock I spread my arms The sea and the world Beneath me Urged on by cliffs You said something But the wind Laughed too loud In my ears and playfully Hid my breath from me. I soared, static and uplifted And just then, As cloud …
If I should die Think only this of me: 'Thank fuck he's dead. ' That should be the elegy. Don't glorify the life I led. Don't cry for undeserved hours That, unlived, will never be; The missing opportunity, The cells of unborn memory. I …
I nicked a bus - let's climb aboard! Escape the rain - fuck off abroad! (there won't be any spontaneous singing And Cliff Richard ain't one of the mates I'll be bringing) From Ibiza, Algarve to the French Riviera We'll Opuss in places wher…
Kitty Fisher found it.. There was not a penny in it, But a ribbon round it. 'Give me back my money, bitch! Your thieving's really hateful!" But Kitty didn't like her tone; "Ho, you should be grateful! Who loses pockets anyway? Try sewing …
Pat-a-cock, pat-a-cock: Make it rise! The poor old baker's In for a surprise. The baker's wife Is sowing her oats She kneads it ... She needs it! The baker's a scrote. This tart has a fling With the baker's man He's butch-batched and s…
Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet, Eating her curds and whey. Along came a spider, bit poison inside her And waiting while the venom slowly liquified her internal organs so that she might be slowly digested at a later date.
Eating her curds and whey. But she got it wrong: the tuffet's a bomb! Kablaam! She is guts, bone and spray!
In a shower of acid rain. He stepped in a puddle Right up to his middle, Died screaming in unbearable pain. Was that too much? Lol
And doesn't know where to find them... They are 'on holiday' at Burger King, Who will lovingly fillet and grind them.
Who loves on Drury Lane! My wife 'knew' the muffin man, The muffin man, The muffin man My wife 'knew' the muffin man Who loves on Drury Lane? Can you smell the muffin man, The muffin man, The muffin man His muffin' days are over, man! He …
Inspired by @HeatherAnne Read 'Old Mother Hubbard...! Write your own warped nursery rhyme and tag it
The drizzle stings her teenage skin, Lies peppered in her gentle plaits. The buggy holds her special joy. She grips it tight as buildings loom... The home she's making for her boy Is cut from council - one drab room. And yet, she's feathe…
Dedicated in support and praise of @stablish and others The edge of night is at my door - Indigo and stars first-fledged Rich and deep, like dancing sleep... Both night and day, but blurry-edged The moon amid its monthly change - Not fu…
I take my dog for walks at night So I don't wake to heaps of shite... Strategically dropped instead Where I step once i'm out of bed. So out we go, though tempest howls, To tend to Rover's straining bowels. And here's my problem: let's n…
You say: Do you love me? I look at your worried eyes And smile: You are the sun in my morning - Your warmth and heat revive me You are the solid ground I walk on- No matter where I'm going My path lies with you. The rain is you - you refre…
I lie awake, listening; The baby monitor buzz And green light Keep me close to him. Through static And thin walls His rattle and wheeze Speaks of fragility; The fine line Between giggle and grave Never more obvious. Each in and out, Like …
Dalek Tiff Dalek 1: YOU ARE SO FULL OF EXCREMENT THAT YOU HAVE A HANDLE FOR FLUSHING LIKE THE HUMAN CUBICLES KNOWN AS 'PORTALOO' Dalek 2: WELL YOUR MOTHER IS SO TRASHY THAT SHE HAS A PEDAL AT THE BOTTOM AND A FLIP-TOP HEAD. Dalek 1: I D…
Dalek Evolution (the Dalek Emperor is.. Uh... Standing by a large, ornate dressing screen. There is movement from behind. ) Emperor Dalek: DALEK BRETHREN - HEAR ME! Stupidly large fleet of daleks: WE OBEY! Dalek Emperor: TODAY YOU ARE …
Front: Cat got your tongue? Back: Get your fingers on Opuss. (Opuss paw)
Front: Don't be a sucker... Back: (Opuss paw) Be a cunning linguist. Opuss.
Stop a moment.. Wait and hush - Do you hear the steady rush Of seconds fleeting... Burning up? I try to scoop them in my cup; Moments dribble From my eyes... No time for tears. Don't sympathise! Just catch the minutes In your hand For wh…
Dalek Flirtation Dalek 1: IS THAT A LASER ATTACHMENT IN YOUR ARMOURY UNIT OR IS MAKING CONTACT PLEASURABLE? Dalek 2: ..... (Zap! KABLAAM! Dalek 1 is exterminated.) Dalek 2: THIS DALEK UNIT IS ROBOSEXUAL. ADDITIONALLY THE PREFERENCE IS F…
Dalek Air (at the end of the aisle of the airplane is a Dalek in a small, misplaced blonde wig) Dalek 'Porschia': HUMANS YOU WILL GIVE THE DALEK UNIT KNOWN AS... POR-SCHIA YOUR FULL ATTENTION. OBEY! THIS IS DALEK AIR. YOU WILL ENJOY YOUR…
Daleks Discover Football Dalek 1: REPORT. WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF THIS BAG OF AIR. Dalek 2: HU-MANS USE THIS BAG OF AIR FOR LEISURE ACTIVITIES. THE BAG OF AIR REQUIRES KICKING AROUND A FIELD. THEY AIM TO DISPOSE OF THE OBJECT RAPIDLY. Dal…
Daleks Can't Do Jokes Dalek 1: WHY DID THE HU-MAN CROSS THE ROAD Dalek 2: THIS INFORMATION IS UNKNOWN. WHY DID THE HU-MAN CROSS THE ROAD. Dalek 1: THIS IS UNIMPORTANT. HU-MANS ARE INFERIOR BEINGS AND MUST BE EX-TER-MIN-ATED! (silence) …
Fashion Facist Dalek 1: LET US ATTEND THE EARTH RITUAL KNOWN AS 'GETTING PISSED." WE CAN EXTERMINATE SOME NICE EARTH BOYS. Dalek 2: BUT I DO NOT HAVE ANY SHOES OF HIGH QUALITY WHICH ARE PLEASING TO THE EYESTALK. Dalek 1: YOU DO NOT HAVE…
Pressed together In the closeness of virtual sheets Our heart beats Bathed in the sweat The toil of raw expression Such sweet aggression As our eyes press Into the curves of another's line Creative juices shine Minds penetrate The tenderes…
In the south of Opussia In a city called Spanque They had a strange custom Whenever they drank Their citizens paid experts To caddy their glass By clenching the vessel Twixt cheeks of their arse. The job was a skilled one... Employees so…
The friends who always ditch you The millions who out-rich you Can't reach? It'll itch you. Life's a bitch and then you die The governments will screw you The elite, born to look through you You smack your kids, they sue you Life's a bitch…
Sticky-tape mends many things; The broken spine of a favourite book, The arm of sat-on spectacles, Snagged lungs of slow-collapsing balloons, The sticky-backed waxing of a furred jacket, Or the interrupted skin of smooth glass, cracked. Giv…
A muttering forest far from home soil. The peace, solitary, helps the mind to uncoil. Trivial worries are snagged in the boughs The kind of retreat only distance allows. I yawn as the bass notes of home call me back And the journey begins …
Simple pleasures: The sun on bare feet Laughing uncontrollably Clean bed sheets & blue sky Writing for you Writing for me A full fridge A smile from my son A good book Winter rugby match Watching the fish Smell of fresh bread Climbing a tr…
When I look at you My eye must always settle On your skin. Parts are flushed with Joy or sexuality And now, embarrassment. There are long, smooth Strokes of flesh Soft as compliments And flirtation. There are creases and folds Wrapping the…
He knew not what the thing was for He'd stolen, beaten it from men Who loved the earth and lived the past And found this precious specimen . He kept it safe for many months Until investigations slowed He stashed it under crusty porn Beneat…
( took a while to join in but... Here tis!) Why don't you burn 'The Billy Goats Gruff '- That tatty yarn's A load of guff. (except for the part Where each cowardly brother Tries tempting a troll To chew on the other) The real morbid tale'…
A trusted brother And truest of men Maybe one day We will laugh again. ______________ You said: 'Coming?' I wasn't sure. The shore Was sticky with July. Night water was A constant draw For you. I never Fathomed why. It's like the wor…
Streams of white fly past my belly - Come on lass, give it some welly! Hot creamy liquid only buckets can measure Fingers are squeezing... Bring my morning pleasure This animal process... The tight sac releases A frenzy of sweat and The …
Fey Can charm the petals Off the moon She walks in the corridors Of confidence I am a smear on the painting Of her days A drying blemish Fey, so strange and complicated Drunk on Sundays Hurting Monday Forgetful Tuesday streets are catwal…
He sprawls, tan fur fanned On carpets, or tiles Or anywhere The narrowing twitches Of wakefulness Flee like fleas For a few moments He is still - More stationary Than dogs ought to be But the energy Floods into his sleep Colouring his gr…
and others who find themselves in this way We are sick with sickness Tired of sleeplessness Guilty of terrible guilts Never hope to find hope Unable to cope with everything We makes ourselves nothing We want to shrink To blink out There'…
(This, thanks to @RichWithey, is the first of the Rabbit Man stories in verse. Blame Rich and his new rabbit-eared avatar or 'rabbitar.') Saturday in Opusville: The clubs are getting rowdy. Along comes Rich, who's very rich - The bouncers …
You're only small And so was I When I first held My father's hand. Now you're here And in my care I'm better placed To understand How terrifying This thing is - To keep you safe To keep you whole And all the while The question is Am I t…
Our time is magnolia; Flakes of furling peace Cream in the sun Cupped heaven Reaching them's the struggle - Through twisted branch or bough Around the knotted skin of life We rub our skin to bark Then there's them who'd shake branches Bri…
Say it then; While the moon Licks the floor Special with silvers We can dance On fragrant floorboards, Feet synchronised In a way our hearts Never were. Please say it; You're lying beside. Heads pressed closely, Laughing like we did When w…
When kantanka come My head is itchy buzz Eyes throb, swell-ache Afternoon long Fuse short Brittle mood snap, Barb jump out! Tolerance threaded On spiker tongue Nerves thread -fray Raw and plucked. Then I'm fucked. When Kantanka come Tiny t…
Bacon sarnies for the ones who use the word 'flange' in their next Opuss. In a non-cheating way. Heh heh
You worked, paid bills, you socialised. You vowed to mow the lawn, To phone your mother, paint the door. We do this till we're born To other possibilities Lost subtexts in this mess For there is more to life on Earth Than we might ever gue…
(In case you know, don't mean to patronise. 'Strangeways' is another name for Manchester Prison') This love is conducted long-distance While you're next to me. We're talking via fuzzy phone And separated by barely visible glass. I go 'mmmm…
Curled around your pampered paw You barely deign to lift your snout You only see me when it's time To scoop your poo, for food or 'out.' I bug your Highness in extremes Especially when I touch your ear Disturbing seven-hour sleep You challe…
When you take away my ego The tender spots The knowing sins The behaviours The plastic spirituality And slightly affected virtue there's Just arsehole. When my cute childhood fades The 'all young once' Forgiveness of selfishness The mani…
(Not exactly serious neither) The battlefield is red and hell, A mess of broken lives and limbs Dismembered demons growl their hymns But aching, tired we live to tell. Amidst the fighting, Light fell back... The losses vast, the muscles sp…
We stand at the lip of night and day; Light and dark come to the fray... The battle echoes back through time A war of words and razored rhyme In frenzied sword and bloodied cry: Good and evil come to die. We camped in shadow, dipped in fi…
Pulse race Fit to burst Heart rises Joined with mind Feel pity For gravity I'm high Moon looms, Rolls in cloud Stars dancing Around my brow. Comets limb limbo. Ground blurs Beneath my heels Earth hums A spinning top On Atlas' finger I'm …
Opusseers - you're many, diverse And you brighten these hours with quotes, prose and verse. I've seen tears of laughter roll fat off my cheeks And inspiring words which stayed with me for weeks. I been moved and unsettled, Assumptions all …
The Wastwater Incident - a dark fantasy based on real facts about the Cumbrian Mere Wan and weedy, dark and vast Wastwater drains the peppered scree The deepest English 'lake' endures The climate's pinch and touristry. Just shy of eighty …
Where are you from? They ask, Where do you come from? Disinterested and polite Small talk to fill small gaps. But I stop. Phase out. They think me simple As my clouded eyes glaze Where am I from? It's a segmented answer Like an unripened…
Dear Mr. Cameron, slick and plastic Knee-jerk jerk and Captain Drastic Your swift response to overspending And years of ill-afforded lending Has left me sorta carrying the can Me and the working woman/man. I'm no politician so I can't shit…
Spin! Let blood skim The skin you’re in Call pulse to flush That lovely sash Of flesh. Run! Soles and souls With Earth imprint Free the path – Spring up and Sprint! Play! A smile is miles Of fresh horizon Be young, Show your tongue To tro…
This is my death. It's obvious From the moment His thumbs press Gently into the hollows Of my throat. First there's panic; I can't shift his iron grip. I want to breathe But can't. I punch and kick. I want to live, But won't - Especially…
I get myself in quite a state, Desperate to concentrate... The ending lines - they will not come. My fingers twitch. My head is numb. I look again - just five percent I paused and half the battery went Or so it seems! But here's the test…
Hey Opuss, c'm'ere! For a future build, can we have the option to send our favourite pieces by other writers to an in-app anthology so we can find them easily again? To read again easily and enjoy over and over? I have also written to San…
I pace, during this argument, Talking to myself. She's stormed off. First there's just anger. I clench fist and buttock, Teeth set, hissing bitches Friggins and pissoffs. The 'effs' give way to 'ifs:' If you think for one minute That you…
Part 4 - Creepy Brother Guy Rose are red, Violets are blue, You look like my sister - She's buxom too.
Part 3 - Nit-Pick Guy Why not add your own after me? Show me how it's done? Roses are Red, But they can also be deep red which florists sometimes call claret. They can also be white or yellow of course, all of which have symbolic meanings …
Part 2 - 'What are you lookin' at?' Guy Noses are red, Violence is blue.. (Flashing blue, love) I broke a tooth And you've broken two.
(Part One: Non-romance Guy) Uh.. Roses are red, Violets are blue, I got you some flowers. Uh.. Foreplay is a bitch.
He has a pavements for a mattress And his pillow: his own crooked arm. So tenderly it bears him on To molten dreams of childhood Some days he peels bruised fruit Luxuriates in harbour sunsets Reflecting New York's fingers As they pick at …
In your eye and up your arse, Lords and Ladies of the Bench. Creators of a 'can't do' class I can't abide your bred-in stench Of public lies we all accept And pay for, while you fall asleep Not even hearing whys and whos Your laws may cau…
Inspired by the magnificent Weirdwolf and based on a conversation after his piece 'Walkers' It was the Zombapocalypse - about day 23 (Any later and zombies fall apart apparently) When who should grace my living room (ironic since she's dea…
Oh hell, teenager, You use hormonal claws To hurt us every day. From afternoon waking, The words you spit Make me feel shit. If looks could kill, Yours would torture me first And worst, You turn all I do (Meant only as care) To bitter d…
When colon cancer came They talked it over. Stoic and humoured. He drew on her bald head. She lined him up With future dates. They planned and prepared. She chose to live But died anyway. They loved her So they mourned her. With grief-…
It went quiet. The house settled edgily On council concrete. Embarrassed plumbing Gurgled once, then stopped. I sniffed, The sound not cushioned By flesh or conversation, Burst on barbed seconds. I did not know what to be. No cause or r…
Humpty Dumpty had KFC I looked in the mirror And Humpty was me! I eat and I eat When my back's to the wall Watch cholesterol rise And the self esteem fall Go Humpty Dumpty, Retreat to your shell With McDonalds and pizza And those Subways a…
I am the world's pixelated dream A being of bits, stroked calm By stranger's digits A skipping child in the parklands of broadband You don't know me These words could be false Pretended by a nobody Fiction by a fiction I don't know you T…
Sound of the rain Tickling across a warm duvet. Sampled foods and giggling gluttony. Hand held without cause nor reason New places, old books And a chair more padded Than my backside Fresh bread and fresh sheets. You between them. A sens…
You're beautiful, you know Yes, before you laugh Hear me out; You have the barest of faces No subscription to vanity And yet no finer sunrise Ever lit a sky Than your smile makes mine blaze. You're beautiful you know- And before you tel…
Never fart in a swimming pool. It never goes well. You can't hide the bubbles Or the egg-chlorine smell. Wolfe. From the empty swimming pool. 2012
That moment When in a group, You go to speak next? But someone unknowing Has already taken Half of your words. It's half life. When you're half the friend Someone wants, the third In 'three's a crowd' And maybe you try too hard Or lau…
How long a minute lasts depends on which side of the bathroom door you're on.
If success is a machine it comes with 'batteries not included.' we supply the power ourselves.
It is better always to give than receive.* *taxes & viruses not included
I slip spring's grip To sip new ground, So bring the rowdy rapids round! Discard all ills, Dance through the hills Where sweet the solar citrus spills!