The way to learn fuckall

You must

(said the wise)

forget the past.

So I took their advice

and continued

making the same old mistakes.



© Stef Wilde 2015

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Also by Patricia and Stefan Wilde:

Shit brained angel | 2.5 minute lasting&93 million miles away smile | !? | shapes | Ascension | Much more important than 'for the want of a nail' | seeing blindly | Paper star | Greyscious in grey | A whatever message to God knows who,from who does'nt know why | Darkside | Every days dying menu | Settled |


I wake sometimes and reach out to touch you, 

forget, in sleep, I'm all alone in bed.

I'm left to take pleasure from all this space,

this cool expanse of uncreased sheet instead

If we had not parted as enemies,

if your fear had not driven me away,

would you still be lying here, I wonder,

waiting for my touch to give you the ok?

I dream of your warm body sometimes,

I marv...

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Losing it

She can't make the truth work

because her minds wires are crossed

she's blown a main fuse

her switch on is lost

she's become mentally disconnected

can't find the flow of her juice

she's a teensy squirming loose cannon stuck in a shit sluice

nothing of her has any effects

she's as dead headed as rock 

her smile cannot tick

her brain is in shock!

her happiness won'...

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Dreamee | Breathless! | As you went under | Towards healing | block | Mater | Looking for the dead | Beneath boughs | Arrival | Correctitude | foetus | A plumbers letter to his love..last in the series! | Bus | A mechanics letter to his love | Struck! | Memoriam | The elsewhere | A stew-pid food for thought (yeah right!) poem | 2 into 1 does'nt go | Limpet | Out of the ordinary | Hara-kiri | Illicit (extended) |

I Wanna

I wanna be ballsy.

I wanna be crass.

I want all of myself

to be through see

through glass.


I wanna be gutsy.

I wanna be brave.

I want all of my life

to be lived, not



I wanna be honest.

I wanna be true.

I want all my mistakes

to be out there

for you.


I wanna be ugly.

I wanna be real.

I want to show scars

so you know that


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Also by Natfastic:

Don't. | Phantom | Emote Me | I Am God | Leave It! | Enough. | Queen Me | Let Me Out, Let Me In | Migration |

End of the Day

No matter the slights

hurt, wounded pride

mourned silence, stiff stubborn

upright back, rigid

dry-eyed wails, muffled by denial,

I still love you.


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Also by Preeti:

Deep poetry | Stain | Idols | Blow Me | Walk on | Glass | Us/We |

In The Shadow of Your Smile

I live in the shadow of your smile

And I like the way it lights your eyes;

I like your style


My senses stir with the fragrance of your soul

And I like the way it lingers

So I’ll linger too, for a while


My heartbeat races when we touch

And I like your warmth; the way you feel

I like your smile


You way you talk is like a song

That plays easy on my ears


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Tags: affection,love

Also by Steve:

Another Grumpy Sunday | I'd Dream About Love ,If I Could. |

Ashes to Ashes

She baked every other day
and rarely left the back room and kitchen
except to go to bed
One day a week she would leave home
to collect her pension
She spoke of being a suffragette
of being a strong, independent woman
of teaching mill girls about contraception
in an age where such talk was profanity
She had a rheumatic hip
never married nor left home
except for a camping holiday in Irela...

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Tags: Gallipoli,WW1

I've Lost My Mind

Where did I put my mind?
This is going to drive me nuts!
I retraced my steps, back to front,
Checked my pockets... several times,

Looked around where I'd been outside,
And even rummaged through the garbage!
Where did I put my mind?
This is going to drive me nuts!

I've been everywhere thrice,
Even places I'm sure I never was,
And I've run out of places to search,
And, yet, it's nowhe...

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Tags: humor,light verse,rondel

Also by wrestledwithjimmy:

The Day In the Sun | Rose | Today |

Snow in April

Snowfall In April


 The snowflakes that fell this morning were big

and descended slowly and with sadness they knew

that this was the wrong time of the year – April- and

the morning sun will melt then into oblivion and

water that would fill ditches already overflowing.

Ejected, the mother cloud was too heavy to get over

the mountain and a million snowdrops were scarified


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Also by jan oskar hansen :

food and love sonnet | ten years without a dog | Fidel Castro | do not push it | haiku and humour | the creative painter | The Semitic Puzzle | emancipation | boat trip | the seal | my daughter, the breeze | balls sonnet | a tough cookie | dignified doorman | to prefer life | Instant Memory | to see or not to see | the day of the dead | Retired Sea Master | cold coffee | a pint of lager | pyjamas | new morality | Grecians | early morning sonnet | Not a sonnet is | house ants |

Give me time.

Give me faith.

Let me hope.

Take the pain.

For I am only a speck of glitter in the sands.

Allowing the liquid of the earth to mend the dry parts of me.

I listen to the wind as the wind speaks beautiful rhythms.

And the rhythm moves my soul, taking me deep into the skies, the cities, the forests.

And then I explore to find the questions.

To find the end.

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long light (03/29/2015)

the lion and the lamb.
ferocity dealt with a gentle hand
pawns toppling queens
hoarfrost dancing on the brow of land.

spring breathes again,
reigning back the innocent
to whom should I commend? 
absorbed in eroding riverbanks:
the death of an enemy surely 
isn't the birth of old, familiar friends.

survivors ever-cautious
of the warmth upon the empire

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Tags: long light quick write not great v1

Also by Zach Dafoe:

Eye-Toothed (03/26/2015) | Holly Buddy 2213 | keanu Reeves 0926 (3/24/15) | autumn division notes | doctorate (3/14/15) | Men of Sand (3/12/15) | Paint Thinner (03/07/2015) | Featherweight (03/04/2015) | Ray Charles 0553 (02/28/2015) |

For old John Bull`s tombstone


Here moulds the body of old John Bull
Who relished his love - life to the full.
His unworried love-trysts all fullfilled, 
Securely condomed, coiled, and pilled.

Unaware that hereditary interfering
would lead to ethinical disappearing,
Until-waking up and looking round -
only strange foreign -features  found, 

That the ancient Britain he had known
Had somehow disappeared and flo...

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Rose | Precipice |

How I Want You

How I want you

The way I like you

Ready and willing

Dressed in lingerie

With a kinky appeal



How I want you

The way you like to

Pleasing us integrity

Showing your ability

That kinky appeal



How I want you

Lingerie and body to flow

Lips to travel down low

Tasting sex appeal

Wanting ...

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Tags: poetry,sexy,uink

Also by UInk :

Love Anagram |

Wig Shop

why oh why was in a place like this?
i surely thought someone was taking the piss
severed heads everywhere, 
some with hair all looking at me with a blank stare
and i want to say STOP!
i'll never forget my time in the wig shop..

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Tags: short poem

Also by keiron higgins:

18 years |


I woke at three am today
I thought that I was on a train
An empty car where I'm alone
I tried to peep at the next car
And saw some people that I know
Dead or alive, I saw them live
Sending chills up and down my spine
Now found myself inside my room
I'm sure now it was just a dream.

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Also by Lost:

Regret | Undecided | Lost | Problem Solving | I Was Young | Whisper | Impatient | I was Young |

Lifting The Lid

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Lifting The Lid.

of Oberon and Titania
on this warm midsummer night

in the empty house
the attic was full of rats
and ablaze with light

stepping carefully
around the marbles
scattered across the floor

on the table
a pack of cards
with jokers and aces missing

a bowl of nuts
a plate of crackers
a drawer of loose screws

the rocking chair
by sawing off it...

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Tags: mental breakdown,mental illness,words for 'madness'

Also by Ian Whiteley:

Dockery Plantation Blues | Menage A Trois | Wide Is The Gate And Broad Is The Road | Nocnitsa | Dexteram Patris |

Take Away Love

Your hunger was clear
It was the line of 
Your delivery, I feared

Your eyes scanned
And selected one
From a menu 
Of one hundred and one

Your need was too much 
To make it home
Entering a doorway
You exposed 

Wrapping ripped
And pushed roughly back
Just showing enough
For you to attack

Finger shoved in
For a sample taste
Of the pleasure 
That lay in wait

You dirty bastard 
Did you mutter Grace?
Whilst I stared at your

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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

Would you, Brother? | Narcotic Lips | Narcotic Lips | Narcotic Lips |

Salvage the Unsalvageable

To salvage the unsalvageable, you must first believe you can

For it's something that will deteriorate beneath a trembling hand.

You must fight, lie, cheat, steal, plead for a second chance

But you must also know that the first is undoubtedly your last glance.

You can clutch and grab all that you can but come the beginning of the night,

What you say will be okay will never be alright...

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Tags: defeat,hopelessness,instanity


Dream: Aren't we all just searching, For that one look, love, touch, a brush with lust, That we only hope lasts, soon enough it's the past, And I'm wondering how I got past, This far, looking so hard trying to find you but you're never there, Not even sure what you look like I've never seen you, I just dream of you, that look, that touch, that one brush with lust That won't last

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Also by Nick Michaelian:

Where | Book Cover | Rise | Look | Her | Old | Intelligent Fool | Mind | All | Forgot |

If Only

If only they could see your beauty,

If only they could see your worth, 

If only they could understand that,

South Carolina is the loveliest state on Earth. 


If only they could appreciate you,

And everything you will ever do,

From giving them a home forever,

Or even just a helping hand or two.


There is not one thing I would do to change you,

Or alter you in any ...

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Tags: Change,Classic,History,South Carolina

Also by Hayle Thomas:

An unexpected visitor | A Glimpse |

Diamond Days

There are moments
I'd love to keep
forever, they sparkle
like sunshine
on water, dazzling
and glittered, precious
in their rarity, perfect
point in time.

Late night walks
through velvet darkness,
wrapped in air warm
as melted chocolate,
colours faded
to monochrome, white
daisies glowing.
Every sound magnified,
crystal clear, the sky
a riot
of pyrotechnics

An afternoon laying

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Also by Tilly:

Spring | Confusion | Under the Influence | Intangible | Sky Writing | Success |

He Inhales

He inhales,

Yet again he finds himself feeling six feet under,

covered by life bearing soil

The life in which he ponders how he missed.

He inhales,

This time,

His sorrow and self loathing are lifted away

Into the clouds

This is where they remain

For a time that seems ever too short.

He inhales,

Hoping to never return

To his sad reality.

He can't escape.



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Tags: depression,Drugs,escape

Also by Michael Napoli:

Living With the Opposite |


Let’s make a pact
let the shadows hold us…
swaddled in secrecy
and breathing quickly
I see you draw in close to me
I sense those lips loosening
feel my whole foundation questioning
the force field of your sly grin
and the delicacy of those fingers
upon me…

Let’s make a pact
let this moment be our blueprint
don’t accept a fading
or a softening of the urgency
I feel this ...

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Tags: affair,breathing,breathless,love,lust,passion

Also by Tom:

The Hollow World | The Jagged Edge of Love | I'm Not Here | Human |

You Turned the Corner

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You Turned the Corner



Turned the corner,

Broke the cord

Put 150 bodies on the floor


Now each depressive

Will be asked and put through the mill

I wonder if Jane or Paul could

Well you know....


You turned

The corner...

And placed your hands calmly on the control



And now I fear it will spiral...

And your actions will hurt ..


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Also by David R Mellor:

I saw tiny droplets of light | All of us | Nothing to say .... | Harry Cliffe | Slapping Christ’s face | Our Seabed |


And in her arms a baby

bright as a daffodil.

Rays of light


from this child.


He remembers a game -

“do you like butter?”

and thinks he sees

a golden glow reflected

on his young wife’s throat…



the baby has

a smile that gleams

audacious as the sun!



undeniable demands

as a full breast is nuzzled


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Tags: baby,jealousy,love


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Poem 102 of 230:  CONGESTION 

The waxing view;
And the taboo:

Increasingly now, for congestion,
Leaders make this sort of suggestion -


Bon...but (through dread of accusation -
    “They don’t care about our children” -
And of losing the next election)
    Most politicians never mention -
Promote a lower populatio...

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The terrible air crash tragedy in the French Alps was a salutary reminder of the fragility of the human

mind and the catastrophic effects on others that it can inflict it undetected, untreated and out of

(self) control.


Who knows what filled that pilot's mind

So high in Earth's bright air

Or if he even sought to fi...

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Also by M.C. Newberry:

TREES - a re-post to welcome Spring |

My Only Friend (the end)

Now it really feels like autumn,

warm sun 
chill breeze 
senses dimmed
slow lazy haze.
we chose this time of year
 to wed,
not that I regret I'm with you, 
but why did we think we needed 
someone else's god 
to make us true?
I'll not do that again
(unless of course we go to Vegas
renew our vows in front of Elvis)
See, you're ...

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Also by Lea:

Only (?) Human | Bitter Bitch | Medicine | Borderline | In the West | The Tree House |


In the calm of darkness

I find great peace

The whirring of my head begins to cease


For in my everyday

I so struggle with just being me

Speaking my wants doesn’t come easily


There is conflict

In every decision I make

Trying to act for everyone’s sake


Often I forget myself

In that moment I’m not important

As old beliefs still h...

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Tags: depression,lonely

Also by kaluw:

(untitled) |

suffer little chldren

suffer little children

it is always the slightly gritty scrape of clarkes shoes on stone
    mixed with the lingered perfume of candle wax and brasso
    and a subtle hint of incense from the high church vicar
         long departed
         to tend richer flocks in greener pastures
which strikes me upon return

at school christmas service we would squeeze into dark wooden pews
    nudging ...

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Also by jeremy young:

To Tenby | Triangular Trade | Trombone Voluntary | Still in Motion | Third Party | Fishing a' Dusk | White Field Green Sheep | echo | . | Circus School |


stark organic matter

excreting tastes of life

tied to a cycle

destined to a path

seen by none

the rules of competition

forever consumed by the glory

light to light

de come possed


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Tags: death,familyloss,life,love,reality,reallife

Also by Cierra Breeze Potts:

Snow Flake | kid | MADDDNESSSSS | luv |

I need a holiday.

I need a holiday of sorts,
See, recently I've been stuck in court,
Persecuted by my own thoughts,
Where I must justify my existence?
With evidence of my resistance?
You see I've been put on trial- 
By demons so vile,
And I need a break... Just for a little while,

Listen I need a mental holiday,
A conversation to take me away,
A defence to keep the demons at bay,
But as the accused,
Can I please be excused...

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Tags: holiday,mental health

Also by Sharlie:

Has God Gone Crazy? | Action Man | I'm Dead Inside | Ice People |

Sailor's Hymn to a Friend

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Eyes watery as the vista yonder,

salt sting tears scouring this face.

A month from shore and time to ponder

how whalers live with Davy Jones’ grace.


Inside pocket, oilskin pouch, old familiar,

though faceless friend. Sanity’s saviour.

Oh calabash of burn-baked briar,

grant me moments in your favour.


Skipper of this ship I be,

through oceans furious black and pe...

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Also by Rob J Mann:

Dear Roger |

Tiempo de reaparición para el merecido

On the wall of silence

Came cracks of air

Came holes of light

Came smashes fire

Fire on fire on fire

Fire burning glaring sight

Fire fueling damaged sight

On the crushed bricks of silence

Came rocky steps of mist

Came bridges of height

Came Mountains behind

Comeback for the deseved

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My heart plays a sad symphony
With every note is a blade that cuts deeper and deeper,
Gasping for air and holding back tears
Every breath feels closer and closer to the last,
So I place my hands over heart
And stop conducting for the moment,
Running to you in our final hour
Embracing all that we'll ever be,
With one last kiss
My lips gives you all the secrets of the heart,

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Also by Smash Lee:

Orbit | Seasons |

Reckoning Up

Tentatively wheeling and circling

like over cautious predatory birds,

my demons eventually pick their place

and settle at my bedside

to stake their claim and

barter for their treasure.


Without speech

I am nonetheless privy to their deliberations

and visit deathly glances upon their stolid

emotionless faces,

This is the long game then,

a jamboree of addled thou...

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

The Beat's Gone Wrong | Tartan Beret |

Thinking About Talking in Bed

We have finally settled for the night

Sleep last on the list


The wait is on to find words succinct but sweet

That will settle and soothe us to sleep


A significant silence stretches out before us

It seems to go on for an eternity

I wait, revelling in its poignancy


Not willing for false sentiment

I’ll wait for words that ring true


Finally the wait seems...

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Tags: love relationships sex awkwardness


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I‘m called a Clarksonite

I know – I’ve read it on a blog;

So it must be right

You too can read it on the blog;

But why on earth should I moan

If every Darby and Joan

Agrees with me that I’m shite?


I’m called a Clarksonite

For my drivel and my tack

Yes, a Clarksonite

(But then only behind my back)

“So who on earth is it, pray?”

“I couldn’t possibly say”


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Also by John Coopey:


My Melanin Pleasures

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My strength resides within in. The arching of my lips will make you cease at utter bliss. Please do not be alarm, for when I speak- I sing a sweet song. Bushing on my melodies. Trust God - my heart beats times three. Divine right or is it the Goddess within. Call me the AFRO-QUEEN or that SISTAR over. Yes i feel free with my bouncy curly hair. My beat my drums for I make my own rhythm. Confine in ...

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We are not who we are

Out those blue eyes

Out the yellow skies

Out the colours of our love

Of whom we’ve become


We never needed them

But in we went

In we discovered

We found what we hated

In we dated

In we believed

-In we lied

In we laughed – we went high

Above all, in we lost ourselves


We lived in pride

We cried in power

A thought of being better

More than the ...

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Forging of firmness in frail frigate

Unision is unlikely to happen

Cranky & cruel words spew at will

Kicking down walls of decency and etiquette

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Tags: happiness,humor,Life,poetry,spring

Also by Maurice Greening:

Untitled | Thursday |

digital appreciation 101

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Fourteen billion ears and not a pair to listen Fourteen billion eyes Ignore the running captions Seven billion tongues Wag 24/7 on worldwide web Still, bosoms burn and burst Ne'er a lack of words to display Keyboard fingers clenching: Cacophonous asphyxiation.

_____________________wsd_________ ✴The Wimpole Street Devils✴ words, words, words, you'd get sick of words from ...

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Also by Wimpole Street Devils:

digital effrontery |


You welcome me into your space
built with careful love
gentle on wounds;
A refuge in the damaged world.

I do not need this shelter.
My credentials
are accepted everywhere.

My wounds
petty, self-inflicted things
accustomed to sympathy.

Be wairy of me.
I will claim this space
with my scent
vomit my shame
at your feet.

I want

Be war...

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What is it like to have a broken mind? Part 2

become a now or never thing. I expected something to happen – maybe the sky would split in two and all the answers would fall upon my head. Maybe someone would listen – maybe now, after all this Therapy I could actually START. I had not been talking about what really mattered, I realised. Maybe this would be the beginning of it that I had been looking for. My last session was with the young woman ...

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Also by Jane Burn:

What is it like to have a broken mind? |

Build a Fire

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Build a fire
The rain pours so hard
so hard I struggle to breathe
drowning and suffocating
my breath it tries to steal

Wind pierces my veins
torments us with it’s sound
the earthquake
cracks the shaky ground

A sting on the shroud
of a thundercloud
volcanoes erupt
the world is so corrupt

The tsunami has gone
but I know there’s worse to come
when will we feel

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Maths V English

There's the numbers one to ten

and many equations then



there is only nought to nine

and infinite stories and rhyme

of how there is only them.


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Also by CathyLCrabb:

Vase |

Does life really begin on the bog

 Does life really begin on the bog?
A working man's thesis

Beholding this small corner, of our universe from space
you'd be tempted into thinking, what a beautiful place.
  shining in the darkness, blue, indigo, bright green,
 an awe inspiring sight, precious few have seen,
clothed in vegetation enclosed by rolling seas.
Spinning in the blackened void, with Jupiter and Mars,

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World Poetry Day

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Had I known much earlier than I have , It would most surely have been spent With more intention and purpose. Then again, there is always next year!  __________________________________ Resolved during the 30th UNESCO session to proclaim March 21 as World Poetry Day.

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Also by arquious stotious:

your very own non-imaginary life | one saint patrick's day |

Faces From Far Away Places

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Created CSU 2007

Come, take a trip with me
Together on an enlightening journey.
Around the world and across the sea,
We'll seek new faces from faraway places.

Utilizing our time awhile
Discovering ways our new friends
may be speaking to us.
Through a dance, a wave, a gesture or smile.

Similar interests and experiences
bridging the gap, connecting our lives.
A world rich in colorfu...

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Tribute For My Dad

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Dedicated to Brian G. Hodgkinson
WWII Hero and a great dad.


"Be alert, they're on the move" Tense,
the squawk-box snapped, "Be warned!"
but onward, through the turbulence,
his Supermarine droned.
October 27th, he feels alone -
above the fray, is he his own?
ominous fear looms all unknown -
on winds of fate, he's blown.


They say, the Spitfire won the war ..
so sleek and agile...

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Also by Brian Hodgkinson:

Guilty | This Morning in Morgantown | Green-Eyed Maiden | An Idea Lit a Human |
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