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Welcome to this week's edition of Scribble the programme that brings to life the world of #Poetry and #Creative #Writing. On the show this week are: Breezy McDaniel, Jennifer Circosta, Tim Grace, Heather Alley, Ken Allan Dronsfield, Leaf Edniwinga, Jahmar the Poet, Audrey marie Keel, Ryan Woods Author, Marian Finch, Kara Johnstad, Christopher Evol, ML Poetry,Michael R JUstice, Karen King, Marian Finch. We also give a mention to the guys at Poetry in Motion Alan Johnson andSusan Worrall who on Saturday will be broadcasting the inaugural show of the World comes to you. I have had a the pleasure of listing to it and its great. They will broadcast on the Poetry in Motion page on Saturday so why not have a listen. We gave Joy Wilson Parrish and her new book a shout out as well, its a cracking read. You can get it here: http://www.lulu.com/shop/joy-wilson-parrish/sojourn/paperback/product-22619513.html As usual if you are a poet or writer drop us a line and leave your work on our FB page at www.facebook.com/365scribble. Or on our submission page www.facebook.com/groups/365scribble/ On Google plus Poets Dream- Post here with our collaboration partner Scribble Radio Poetry Submission community. On Sound Cloud soundcloud.com/groups/scribble-poetry-radio-submission-group This programme is available as download from AudioBoom, Soundcloud and iTunes Podcast. Don't forget get involved and share your work with the world, it is your platform so please submit work and get involved.

Thursday 24 March 2016

I Grieve For Brussels












Susan Worrall The Inspired Word
12 hrs
I Grieve For Brussels
I grieve for the living
I grieve for the dead
I grieve for the silence
And a life filled with dread
I grieve for the people
Who now live in fear
Who grieve for their fallen
I grieve for their tears
I grieve for the memories
They don’t get to make
I grieve for experiences
They don’t get to take
I grieve for their lives
Lost in their prime
I grieve for today
I grieve for all time
I grieve most of all
For the world that they leave
For the world it’s turned into
For this I will grieve
copywritten@susanworrall/2016

Monday 14 March 2016

Factory Farmed

Factory Farmed
In making this video factory farmed
Every single animal will be harmed.
Mass produced packed in a day.
Suffering is the price that they must pay.
Eggs pulled from the incubators..
Chucked on the conveyor belt line.
Wake up little Chickies it's egg cracking time.
Awoken to this world in terror there sent up the line.
To ruffle up their feathers now it's hairdryer time.
The line now has spacers, where the egg shells fall.
The first booby trap of death, if the chick is too small.
On this Earth for three minutes taking life in.
Already consigned to Death, in life's reject bin.
You're fledgling brethren.
Chirp in unison like one mighty roar.
But you didn't make the grade boys.
So you're cries they go ignored.
The line moves on picking up speed.
10,000 chicks an hour to feed man's greed.
These are living creatures drawing breath.
Pulled from the line as faulty and labeled for Death.
These workers on the line have no compassion.
Pulling out handful at a time, like death is going out of fashion.
These are only newborn chicks, yet they don't give a fuck.
Treating live chickens like they were only rubber ducks.
The line moves on to a big caged hopper.
Fires the chicks like bullet right out off the stopper.
Onwards they go on this terrible ride.
Bin Bags full of the fallen lay on either side.
When the bags are full they're sealed with tape.
Chicks now left in darkness to suffocate.
But if they don't suffocate 20 minutes later.
They get burned alive in the incinerator.
But still ever on ward with this mechanical drive.
Were not even the strongest or the fittest will survive.
You lived through the sorting made it through the torture.
Now your ear marked for wholesale slaughter.
We all live in this culture sell it cheap and pile it high.
I am guilty too because I turn a blind eye.
The worst kind to hypocrite to these things.
I love my chicken nuggets and spicy hot wings.
But seeing this shit sticks in my craw.
I am a lot more careful what I now shop for.
These Factories of Death are getting out of hand.
In this self denial culture of supply and demand.
I don't have all the answers I'm a simple man.
But I will do my little bit and what I can.
To know what I'm buying and reading labels.
Then I know what food I am putting on my Table.
PTG. © copyright

Thursday 3 March 2016

The House of Silences

David Thorpe

The house of silences
Secluded behind a wall of ivy it keeps its silence,
that mystical silence hovering in mausoleums,
haunting the naked mourning rooms,
breathing the dampness of winters past
Long silenced happy childhood voices at Christmastimes,
their murmuring still heard in the silence of moonlight,
as a breeze sways branches of ancient trees
to tattoo glow worms with their shadows
Spring rain and the heat of frivolous summers
have left their traces on peeling paint,
unnoticed by the prowling cats on balmy evenings
drenched with the scent of jasmine
Autumn fog and winter frosts have left their scars,
foreboding messages of war and hatred enclosed its windows
with freezing lies to imprison the sighs and whispers
of lovers oblivious to a decadent world
With a certain dignity the house awaits its condemnation,
its tarnished pride guards with reverence
memories of days of rejoicing and those of misfortune;
secrets of a century buried beneath the dust of silence
David Thorpe © Copyright 2016

Monday 29 February 2016

Dare to Dream

Neil Kinsey-Fagan


Dare to Dream
Do you ever dare to dream
sit quietly and watch a magical scene
images play around in your mind
suck you in and burn all of your time.

What would the world be, without the dreamers
the creators, visionaries, futurists and believers
we wouldn’t progress, we wouldn’t evolve
no plans for a future they simply dissolve.

Is it a gift or is it a curse?
as you spend time on a plane that isn’t perverse
dreaming of cities that reach to the sky
of food for the populace where loved ones don’t die.

It’s a world of your making
that you can’t stop creating
welfare for all, no hunger, no wars
a gift to the future a beautiful outdoors.

Ignore all the doomsters the futures not written
as they crow and they croak like demented bitterns
we live on a sphere that’s majestic and bright
people bring their darkness and extinguish the light.

Hold in your mind a picture of splendour
and dream of a world that is beautiful and tender
a world where all species live side by side
habitats are protected no genocide.

Dream all those dreams, write them down, shout them out
change the world we live in, make your voice count
the future is ours to shape and evolve
don’t sit in your room, steel your resolve.

Stand on the roof tops, expand your mind
reach out to the cosmos don’t sit their blind
you can make a difference, you can make the change
the dreamers and visionaries need to get into the game.









Oh my beloved

‎Rainy Sarmistha‎
Oh my beloved I merged In the cloud & could Feel your Tender touch That melts in every Moment as the Water vapours Around me.. Oh love.. You already knew it.. As there is no YOU & ME It is just the vastness of Love merges within..Rainy