WEEKLY WAV 4 OF 230: LAND RIGHTS

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Poem 4 of 230:  PICTURING SYDNEY

A good place to start is Sydney Tower,
    With its enthralling panoramic feast:
Olympic grounds - west; to north - the harbour;
    And beautiful beaches - north- and south-east.

From what is quite a jumbled C.B.D.,
    A good walk is through Botanic Gardens
To the harbour, Opera House, then the Quay -
    But other options number in the tens.

(C) Dav...

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Rewrite of "The Hero A Nation Forgot"

A soldier stands alone in a busy city crowd
no longer is he strong, no longer is he proud,
he put his life on the line for the country he loved,
for the people that he cherished and each one of us
he was sent to war where he fought so long and hard,
his body stands broken, his mind tormented and scarred,
now the government have taken away his rights,
he no longer has a safe place to rest hi...

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Tags: homeless,Homeless Veterans,uk government

Also by Tony Kasazkaja:

Depression Is A Killer | Growing Old Disgracefully | The Shadows On The Wall | Poverty In The UK | Modern Living | Alice | A Quiet Evening Down The Local | Depression | Mockingbird | Little Jimmy | The Hero A Nation Forgot | Do You Believe In Angels |

A bad day

A bad day

So I look up at the clouds
And know above 
There are stars
And that there is silence
No cost cutting
Or mental scares

And i’m small
And i want to be 
so lost
insignificant
you in me

So i look into the clouds 
And know you are not far away

Only a call away

To say it will be better today

(c) David R Mellor 2015

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Also by David R Mellor:

GOD LOVES EVERYTHING | This Life is Scaring The Life Out of Me | Alone | DEATH is shit... | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | EVERYONE’S A KNOBHEAD | You’re so God like (I.S) | STEVEN GERRARD | I Scaled Dungeons This Year |

Madness on The Moon

Madness on the Moon

 

I dreamt of these people who lived on the moon

Made war with each other and angered too soon

Dropped bombs on each other, their leaders all lied

Paranoia the norm while they plotted and spied

They poisoned their planet to drive bigger cars

It all seemed quite silly, they can’t live on mars!

When someone came homeless they just got ignored

Then they ...

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Also by Ged Thompson/ Liverpool Poet:

When I meet her in the night. | Zen it happened | Hearts & Thorns | Disinter | The Train Ride | An Aphorism Of Mystery | One thinks |

Lost

from heaven on earth we broke free
we lied in peace under a tree
i told you my dear, we need to keep
exhausted of it, of fog and white sheep

oh breathe in the the gloom
take out the moon
We have yet to reach perfect sea
we have yet to found each other
no darkness blinds
no shinning calms

my heart beats fast
to found its class
to see the stars

take out the rain.
thirsty for help
Drowning twigs,
hide them from me

oh...

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Also by anonymo:

Precious eyes | those who see | (unknown) | Slaves of The Universe |

Poem A Day For A Year - 30/01/15

Right, I knew there was going to be some negative feedback from the post I did last week about '#meninism'. I knew it was coming and I was going to take it all in good grace because I knew it would be coming. I have just read two comments that were left and, given what has happened tonight, I am really in no mood to take it with good grace. Let's start with the first one, by Anonymous One.

Ha...

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A Poem A Day For A Year - 29/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 28/01/15 | Poem A Day For A Year - 27/01/15 | Poem A Day For A Year - 26/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 25/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year | A Poem A Day For A Year - 23/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 22/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 21/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 20/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 19/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year & Self-Evaluation - 18/01 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 17/01/15 | A Poem A Day For A Year - 16/01/15 |

Losing the plot

 

 

She always thought

difficulties with things generally

would have affected her

much later in life.

 

But here she is midway

already becoming

an ex-component

unable to take part

in their machineries.

 

Doors to continuance

are getting harder to open.

Chance seems to consider her

as an outsider.

 

And as for hope?

it no longer

wants t...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Final visit | Empathy for a stooping shadow | Disbelieving the believers | Finale | Gustation | A mad half hour on a cold (obviously)Winters canal walk | Mine until | Repudiated | Men in black | Head clutter | Post separation |

DONE

WHY ARE WE FOREVER SAYING NOTHING CAN BE DONE  ,                                                             THERE IS ENOUGH PEOPLE DOING NOTHING ,                                                                               WHO COULD HELP THESE THINGS ALONG.                                                                                                                                            ...

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Also by Wendy:

PLACES | HAVE A NATTER |

Brown

Stare treading at roundabout bites untouched, considering kicks, saying:

"Santa tried a robust brew underneath crunches kindly surfacing."

Somehow, to act rightly brings unlikely, crusty K-mart silence.

Sing to another regal bird? Unintended comments kid, shallowly.

Strength tonight accentuates red breath until common kills slice

swiftly tomorrow's actions. Rediculous, because ugly ...

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Also by Becka Brush:

Math Pt. II |

Pitch Black Skies

Pitch black skies

Day-glo smoke

An icy wind

Snaps it's jaws

Hot sweat drips

From steel cages

Fierce winds

Knock 

At the door

Chemical smiles

From unknown faces

Dead on the streets

Thudding beats

Echo 

Round the bar

Nature muffled

Machines roar

 

By Daniel Tavet

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Tags: Daniel Tavet,nightclubbing

Amalgomyte (1/30/2015)

It started one drop at a time
sweat, tears, blood -- it didn't matter
to quench the impatient parch of our pop culture.

when the flood came, we were already living 
underneath, we barely noticed, on our own
down here in the abyssal zone.
we barely noticed until the fear came

crushing and collapsing under a sun so far away
we built beath that burning ball of ambivalence
and when when o...

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Tags: too dead to live too fueled to die burnt and build

Also by Zach Dafoe:

Autumn Division (1/18/2015) | Inept (1/11/15) | Marlboro's Men (01/09/2015) | Mosaic Meadows (01/08/2015) |

CHURCHILL'S FUNERAL

I was there that bitter cold day

When Winston Churchill passed my way;

Keeping watch beneath Admiralty Arch,

I breathed to the beat of the funeral march.

 

About the man no more need be said

Long since called to arms by The Glorious Dead;

But I was there that memorable day

When Winston Churchill passed my way.

................................................................

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Tags: Churchill,funeral

Also by M.C. Newberry:

TAKING OFFENCE | BURNS NIGHT | MIXED BLESSING | WHERE ARE THE MODERATE MUSLIMS? | NEW YEAR THOUGHTS |

Deansgate Bridge (first ever reading). Do You Remember Heart and Soul

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Recorded at Cuckoo Calling 29/1/15. 

transcripts on earlier blog entries

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Tags: manchester ian curtis deansgate bridge

The Man Next Door

When first the man next door arrived,

We shook our heads, we rolled our eyes,

With shaven head, tattoos and scars,

The man next door.

 

As time went by, opinion altered,

Gradually got to know this rugged man,

Always a smile and a shout hello,

The man next door.

 

If sun did shine, no matter season,

Upon the grass he’d float in beams of light,

His love of catchin...

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Also by Jacqueline Phillips:

BROWN WARDLE | Empty Winter | Homecoming Battle | The Usual | Book | INSANITY'S BAR | Who Am I? |

Morning has broken

Morning conversation

 

I get up first in the morning

Coming back to bed my wife ask

Did you?

“No, I need coffee first”

My wife gets up coming back

I ask “Did you?”

“No”

We are talking about evacuations

A perk when it is regular,

And you’re a pensioner.

 

 

 

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

Stages of life | Holocaust | magic tree | verses | hunger | electrification | The Serb General | Yemeni | worth fighting for | The French | waterway | the problem with humour | freedom of the press | a woman's man | soul caretaker | something gained | fulfillment of dreams | comedians | Eye of the needle | haiku | spring and three friends | Ambling About | mirror mirror on the wall | New Year 2015 | haiku written on the way to work |

Raheem

There's a duck
In the shadows
But he's breaking out
Slowly
His boots are heavy
His legs are tired
His wings are
Damaged
Though his mind
Is intent
And he stares
Silently
At the world
Around
His wooden beak
Snaps
Occasionally
For he is lost
In thought
Or maybe
He has lost
His thoughts
He has travelled
Great distances
Though has no
Idea
Where he came from
Or if he is
Going...

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Also by Twilbury Wist:

Hide and seek | (untitled) | (untitled) | The forest | The fair ground | swarm | Cave people | Paper dolls | The march of the living dead | count down | The perfect murder | Inside out | Like monkeys in the rain | castles that bounce | Marbles | Lying Eyes | Truth and Lies | half an eye | plug hole |

The Master

If there's a job not to be done in a hurry
If a task is best done slower than faster
If time is not of the essence
Then give it to me - for I am “The Master”

 

Yes, I am the Master of the Art o' Procrastination

 

If there's a cause to be lost
Or a distraction to be found
If you need a head in Cloud Cuckoo Land
Or ostriched in the ground, then

 

I am the Master of the Art of...

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Now hear this!

Obey or leave lady!

forget seeing me anymore

as the person I was yesterday

 

from now on

I'm going to sexually wring the dark

out of every night with you.

'Night-night hope the bugs don't bite' load of shite has had it!

 

you can drop the grim and grey routine

of retiring into some soppy book

for a few minutes before...lights out!......bollocks to light out!

whi...

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Gone unto | After striking a match | Terrible place,revisited | 69's in our 68's! | Face changer | Dads d-i-y sanctuary | Natural poet | When the sky Lion roars | Perchance on a dying day |

This girl

Interestingly enough, I was once in love,

counted my blessings, a gift from above.

with each little sound, my praises I'd sing.

I went along for a while, for what would this bring?

Happiness perhaps? Maybe some fun?

Maybe some joy, maybe a son?

A family oh my, now this could get weird,

I hardly now this girl, it's just what I feared.

Pregnant already, we had sex only twice?

...

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Also by R. L. Fitzpatrick:

The Art of the Clueless | The online dating game |

By chance...

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By chance I found you

without realizing it,

when lost in those days of madness and fear

 

Your presence invades the center of my thoughts;

my eyes turn towards you and stay fixed,

as if I’d had been waiting for you in silence

 

A clear and simple feeling overwhelms me...

I do not know you; I have not seen you

but feel a growing desire as I approach

every tenth of y...

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Tags: love poem

Also by Noris Roberts:

But it was so easy to love me... | Remembrance... | I write because... |

Auschwitz - Lest We Forget

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Auschwitz - Lest We Forget

‘Arbeit macht frei’
It said on the entrance gates
Of course work didn’t make them free
It just postponed their fate
Almost as big a lie
As the holocaust
Never happening at all

Seventy years since the liberation
The day the Soviet Army took control
The remaining survivors return
Their harrowing stories told

Over a million gassed or shot
or beaten, burne...

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Also by Jeffarama!:

Je Suis Nigeria |

The palm of your hand

Out of nothing but instinct, And luck,

it leaves you in the palm of my hand.

Who need we'd be in like this, i mean fuck,

im in the palm of your hand.

Well our romance is a crime, and our affair is horribly right.

But im hand and hand with you already,

So lets just take our time, make it a hell of a night,

We can make it like counting sand,, just in the palm of your hand.. c;

...

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Also by @d@m :

(untitled) | F#ck your depression, F#ck your hope. | i dont even know | aha sidny. cx |

Nonsense

I am aware that this place is mainly for Poetry. From what I have come across at least.
I found myself in a sudden state where I wanted to type whatever came to mind. No better place for people to read my writing. I am not looking for comments, I am not looking for feedback. I want a place to write where people don't know who I am. This was the only place I could think of.

Days draw in and out. ...

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Also by Amelia:

I sleep with violence | Loyal to You. |

Nothing Pure, Unbroken lasts

Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,

The world changes innocence,

It's best to disregard the past.

 

We're fated to don the cynic's mask

In spite of life's condolences,

Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,

 

Despite our ill-reaching grasp,

Or self-preserving countenance, 

It's best to disregard the past.

 

The body decomposes fast,

we lose our precious permanence,

Nothi...

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Tags: hopelessness,impermanence,villanelle

Also by James Roper:

Grandma | A fall in the Morning |

Sounds of a breaking heart

Sounds of a Breaking Heart

Was it the shattering of the glass?
Or the howling of the wolf?
Was it the crying of the wind?
Or did the rain fall heavier?
The ticking of the clock?
No, sounded more like gunshots to the ear.
The thunder rumbles ever so near
And the river seems to be running wild
Was it the crackling of a blaze?
Or an extinguishing gush of the flames?
Sounds like the break...

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Also by Smash Lee:

This Song | Secret 2 | Secret 1 | Duet | Leave Innocently | Leveled Up | The Big Bang | Her Love | Whispers |

"Night will Fall"

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 For those who are alive

To see the British newsreel

And remember the spring of 1945.

 

The British army entered Bergen-Belsen,

The heart of Germany -

The town of beauty and harmony.

Neat gardens, rich farms, …

All around seemed to have only charms.

English soldiers began to admire the place,

In any case, up to the moment

When they felt the smell.

It looked lik...

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Tags: holocaust,humanity,peace,war

Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:

The Picture | Bile of Crocodile |

Time

                             Time

Is our childhood a past life? Or a dream?

A place where we left a piece of our soul behind, at the playground, on the swing

A soul left behind, picked up gently by the wind;

&Then I wonder if time steals our innocence, or if its society to blame

&Suddenly nothing was the same.

&The pain, you wouldn’t believe the pain

The pain that lay beneath ...

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New magazine seeking submissions

Ashvamegh magazine is looking for writers and poets: https://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2015/01/26/new-online-magazine-seeking-submissions-ashvamegh/

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Tags: Ashvamegh magazine,online magazines,poetry magazines

Also by Leilanie Stewart:

Free writing competitions from January 2015 | Two poems in Morphrog Magazine Issue 10 |

A 360 turn


The revolutionary ardent
Bordering on a prophet
For democracy's advent,
Up on grabbing
The rein of power,
With a superb
Acrobatic bent,
For a tyranny
Example set
For political tugs to emulate!

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Tags: To orator politicians who don't mean what they say

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

To hell I am inured | Old Flame | Come to Ethiopia |

Partly Political Broadcast

 

Campaign season yet again
Booted, suited women and men
The time of party politics
People delivering rhetoric
Schmoozing, smarmy, politicos
Kiss babies heads, why who knows?
Press all the flesh that they can find
Of people whose views align
Tense photo opportunities
Results in passive immunity 
Scenarios are composed
For those with views juxtaposed
 
Part...

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Tags: politics

Also by Chris Briggs:

Writer's Block | A Sonnet To Stella | Sign Of The Times | Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral | Spirit Of Christmas | Fuck it, I’m indecisive |

Gone Till April

Hope I make the most of my gifts. 

I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago

Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.

Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning

for the top where I oughta be.

Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see

possibly change someone's life.

All I want is for my family and my girlfriend t...

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Tags: hope,motivation,poetry

Her parted lips

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Folded gently like

the hidden memory

of her smile,

Her parted lips

in silence

said more than

spoken breath.

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

(untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | (untitled) | Passe-moi un crayon |

Eviction

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Eviction

They were young
and cowering in an alley,
fearful for the future,
as sirens screeched
around them.

The sky a molten white
of churning clouds.

Everyone running,
colliding, jostling,
trying to be anywhere
but here.

She turned to him
with moist eyes
and lips the colour
of arterial blood.

When he tilted
her chin upwards
her gaze never left
the yellowing smoke
unt...

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Tags: end of days,eviction,kiss,love story,mankind,nuclear blast,richpix,sci-fi

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Redemption | Broken Doll | Art Attack | Cronos (The Reaper) | Resolution #9 |

Children

Scurrying like rats in the sewers,
Swiftly hiding from the flashlight.

Tree-climbing tailess monkeys,
Grinning mischievously down you.

An orchestra of laughing, screaming, crying, playing,
With a mad conductor presiding over them.

A football, a skate board, a stone, a stick, a leaf.
Digging in dirt or becoming superheroes.

Ignoring pleas for calm and quiet;
Unwilling to tidy, clea...

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Tags: Children

Also by timmdaly:

A bag of things |

Wonder Woman

This one is not your shiny superhero(ine)

She emerges from Earth

a mere mud and blood smeared 

hair matted

mortal.

But she is the one you'll want

to lead you through the darkest Dark;

to tell you tales of following

deer deep into the Deep

and finding there the

Resting Place of Innocents,

where a child still awaits you.

And when she leads you into battle

hers ...

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Also by Lea:

Fissure | Truth Will Out |

A Stranger's Smile

Someone, whom I didn’t recognise,

smiled at me today,

a smile that seemed to meet her eyes

as I passed on my way.

And even if of little depth,

a gesture which costs nowt

put a spring into my step,

there can be little doubt

in returning her ready smile

my walk became worthwhile.

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OMG

We worship different prophets,

listen in earnest to their devout words

and marvel at the miracles,

that some say are smoke and mirrors.

So are we foolish to be fooled?

If there be gods, with real omnipotence,

then surely we would seek to bring them down

in favour of more friendly deities,

that sit with us, that feel our pain,

those gods that we can touch

in common dre...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Tidings | Resolution | 9th Age | The Rubicon Years |

*2 0 1 5*

Depending on where you are I T can be pretty on the outside but then again not.

I dont know how exactly but Ive mangaged to survive.

There are wars but peace lives next door. 

There's hate running amongst I T's grounds but love is always somewhere floating in the air.

It drives me insane how individuals like myself can become so settle

I T took me damn near twenty long  years to STO...

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Also by Starr Steele:

Unfinished Love... |

My Heart Is A Level Crossing

Does your heart stop
momentarily
when confronted by beauty
unexpectedly

Out walking on an autumn evening
a train intersects the low setting sun
crossing a bridge over the swollen river
our worlds' perfection is exposed 
so clearly

And my heart stops
like a level crossing
my heart stops
in that moment

I take a breath
a deeper breath
reeling in that moment
let the beauty in
le...

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Tags: beauty,nature,stuff

Also by Tom:

Ruins | It Feels So Far Away This Evening... | Nocturne | Follow The Raindrops | Calligraphy | Artefacts | Blackbird |

From the trench to park bench

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My first book of poetry published in paperback. Available on Amazon and all bookshops . http://www.amazon.co.uk/From-The-Trench-Park-Bench/dp/1507602391/ref=cm_sw_em_r_awdcop_eu2Wub095R0JG_tt

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Tags: poetry army

The Light of Faith

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I tend to

hide my

faith. I am

afraid of

being criticized.

 

But do not

follow my example.

Do not hide

your light.

 

Let your light

of faith shine

bright for all

to see.

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Tags: faith,Light,shine

The college years

Enter the pretty young things

With fresh faced blue jeaned legs

Their hair long and blond

Flowing free

Not yet tied back

Tied up

Not yet constrained

By babies, lovers, soft furnishings

Hard decisions and crushed dreams

 

Their conversation glittering awash

With all there is to do

Bags and coats

Eyes ablaze

With questions, thoughts and ideas

Not for them...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Celebration |

Separation

You see, life and death are endlessly in love

Life, hurt from seperation, frequently gives death eternal gifts

Death, lost in passion, takes these gifts and keeps them with her forever

 

 

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Also by Summer:

I Saw You |

FOREST DARK - IMAGINATION

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A sharp inhalation of breath.  Mine.
There!  Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own?  No, I’m fine.
Pressing on.  Carefully.  A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness.  Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything.  Only hear.
Where are the others?  I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments ...

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Tags: alone,Dark,fulfillment

The Sermon of Reverend Collier

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Drumming across windows
In both of the toilets
Banging could frequently be heard
Dragging chairs under the stairs
In the entrance hall

Thawed in the cheesy music
Leading to the main bar
Twitching across your back
Like a whistle blower
Drowned out by the noise

Over the sticky floors
And watered down lager
Curving into a maze of bodies
Aglow in a series of frantic lights
Sweeping d...

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If You Don't Know Me By Now

you always hear them say this,
whenever they've survived some great natural disaster,
or a terrorist attack, or a nuclear explosion,
or even when they've won the bloody EuroMillions.
"it was just an ordinary morning;
no different from any other day."

Jean's husband had been up and about for thirty three minutes:
singing out of tune to Absolute Radio
and forgetting to rinse the shower.
thirty three wasted m...

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Tags: adultery,marriage

Also by Matt Abbott:

Open All Hours | Tony's Slip #twitterfiction | In Church On A Tuesday Night | I Matter [commissioned by York Arc Light] | Flat 1A - Marigolds |

Love life

The way your hands attach themselves to my body

The way your lips stick to mine

That breif moment we stop and look deep into eachothers eyes

Trying to find forever

Love is mixed

Along with friendship

Honesty

Loyalty

Together it made a clear view of our future

Take my hand

Take a risk

Lets start off our life

Somewhere new

Repopulate the world

Make it our ow...

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Tags: Happiness,Love,Relationship

Also by ashley-monet:

silence |

Instability. (Or: Apathy [leading to anarchy] in the UK.)

Instability, we've already got it globally; but here

in the UK we're still okay, so far. But what happens when

a combination of apathy and self interest have eroded  our 

stability away?

We take democracy for granted, but I'm hearing today, on 'BBC

Democracy Day', that in the last general election, 17 million

eligible voters (1 million more women than men) failed to

exercise t...

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Tags: BBC Democracy Day,global instability,sleep walking,the super rich

Also by Phil Fletcher:

The split infinitive. (Or 'Twisted logic'; or 'Running scared.') | The not too unusual occurrence of treading in dog dirt while you're out walking in the half light time. | Incredibly Stupid. |

Dogs

How strange it is

that some dogs, though repeatedly

pushed away, or beaten

will return to the abuser

to be kicked away again.

Is it loyalty, or a refusal

to acknowledge they are not wanted

or the age old lure of running after the unattainable?

Or simply, lack of brains.

Me? I prefer cats.

Self respect is key.

 

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Also by Preeti:

Letters |

Mountains of Facts

Facts.
So very many of them,
far beyond, far far beyond,
way beyond
any one individual's ability, 
beyond the capacity of any person
to read, to absorb, to grasp,
to know,
to understand.
Too much, too much
by a mind-boggling margin
as billions of new facts
are created every day.
Fresh mountains are added, whole ranges,
and you and I can manage
to take on board just six or seven
or ...

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Also by Dave Bradley:

Metaphysical musing |

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