A Theism explained

 

must faith be blind?

for
faith cowers under fear,
and
reward requires one's faith
so
ignorance is faith itself
but
martyred faith is celebrated
when
faith pulls a trigger
on
those of little faith
how
can this faith endure

 

© Graham Sherwood 06/2015

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Also by Graham Sherwood:

Class of 2015 | Koan on Boredom | Early Morning with BB | Koan on Being | City Mist | M-e-n-U |

Not from round here

Between every few steps

He staggers

He rocks

He sways like a sail

Caught in a gentle breeze

Then says to me

You’re not from round here

Are you?

I nod in the affirmative

Wanting to move on

As he seeks to make conversation

His ship now stuck fast

Perhaps like his thoughts

Run aground

The after a moment’s thought

He confidently declares

‘You are from Lo...

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Also by Martin Elder:

Eyes | Hoochie Coochie man |

Parentless Child

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My cap is low blocking the summer sun.
My ponytail pulled through the back.
There's laughter and smiles. 
Happiness sits in the bleachers. 
My uniform is red and white. 
I wear it proudly like the rest.
Bubble gum and sodas.
My turn up to bat.
The coach smiles as I walk 
up.
"You can do it! Just believe you can." 
I believe him but not in me. 
I stand with the bat gripped tight. 
My h...

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Also by R Miller:

Saving Lies | Red & Wolf | Wistful | The Story of Them | Tripping Over Truth | Mirror Picture | Veterans | Inherited From My Father | Dandelions | Time Is An Odd Thing | My Father | Wrinkled, Yellow, and Torn | Addictive Death | This Thing Inside | The Rain Has No Answers |

All I Will Ever Do

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You came to me in slow strides. Steady and ready.

Half a face was all I could see. Hidden was the other half, like the dark side of the moon. Never seen, never discovererd. Forever dormant. You were almost extinct.

I howled at you. I howled at you because there was no other way, no other voice. You were cloaked, hidden by a wall you created in your mind. I tried to break through. I tried to...

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Also by Chandana:

Left Without a Clue | Out of Breath |

NEO-SOUL OPEN MIC NIGHT

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ARE YOU A SPOKEN WORD PERFORMER OR MUSICIAN WANTING TO BRING SOMETHING A LITTLE DIFFERENT TO THE CREATIVE ARTS SCENE. IF YOU CONSIDER YOURSELF, DIVERSE-ORIGINAL AND ECLECTIC THEN URBAN JAZZ RADIO WANTS TO HEAR FROM YOU.

WE ARE LOOKING TO STREAM A LIVE SPOKEN WORD OPEN MIC EVENING VIA URBAN JAZZ RADIO AS PART OF A REGULAR MONTHLY SERIES OF EVENTS CELEBRATING OUTSTANDING RAW TALENT ACROSS BRITAIN. ...

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Tags: NEO-SOUL. ECLECTIC POETRY.SPOKEN WORD ART FORM. IN

The smugglers tunnel

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Bible black surround’s,

Wet wall’s and puddled floor,

Hunched with shoulders loaded full,

toward the seascape door.

 

Beneath,

The damp and smokey lanes that spiral through the town, 

The bloody aproned butcher, the priest in priestly gown,

The gossip climbs the stone lined streets, into their ancient dwellings,

to breathe a million whispers embellished with each telling...

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Also by David Moore:

The Poet Pimp | What love is | match.com | The Fisher's of Men | Stand | Evil genius | The drunkards charade | The act of convenient alliance | Birdsong | On exploration | Religious faith | In conclusion | Intrusive interlude | Pharmaceutical dilema | The bomb of convenience | Unidentified falling objects | The waking nightmare | Timber | Orphans | I Could | Sketches of Kandahar | Nation Building | Art | Adieu | Of Books and Men | Corazón | Stable Door | Religious Education | FGM | There's Junkies on the Heath | Sadr City | Empire's Journey | Turncoat | Jungle Kill | Jazz Sunday | Victoria Steet | Storm Damage | Stimlje | Repellent Words | Dulwich Epitaph | Woodland Walks | Charlie's Gone |

Used To...

Used to...

We used to be the sky blue
Now we're the cloudy gray
We used to have one rule
Now we're two separate ways
We used to be one love
Now we're just two hearts
We used to be perfect
Until we fell apart
We had everything
We have nothing now
We used to the be the sun that's above these clouds
Now we're just a storm growing loud
I heard your thunder, I felt the rain
Saw your lig...

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Also by Smash Lee:

Unsaid Hearts | The Lover's Goodbye | Painting Sins |

fed

He returns from the shop

The thin man

Carrying a bag

Full of food

The thin plastic handle of the bag

Cuts his fingers

Leaving red marks

That fade

His wife sits

In the bed she has spent most of her life in

Bloated

Obscene

Spilling out of her purposely undersized clothes

Covered in sores and weeping flesh

Weeping eyes

He passes her a carton of cream

‘D...

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Tags: dark,feeder,feeding

Also by Stu Buck:

garden | burial | ouroboros | brahms | registered trademark | twelve eyes of evil | safety net | photo | lawn | maize |

Westend Writers

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A page will follow shortly on Write Out Loud, but a new creative writing workshop project co run by myself and soon to be returning write out loud writer, Katy Lisa is listed below and will be ran from Denton Community Library in the middle of August.


https://www.facebook.com/pages/Westend-Writers/743310785779818

Get in touch if you would like to know more.

Andy

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Also by Andy N:

For Danielle | The End of Summer Book is out now. | Soul Building / For Amber Leigh |

THE CORPORATE CORPSE

The corporate corpse lies bloating

the worms of corruption burrowed deep

into tissue ripe with hope and trust,

not blind but with eyes revolving

on the rim of a bloating sun

that shines on the righteous and the worms alike;

then like a virus leave their festering claims in place

move on when all is taken in

vacating the tenderized flaking skin.

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Also by ray pool:

JEHOVAH'S WITNESSES | gogglebox | A TALE OF SNAILS | TOSHERS | 1953 AND ALL THAT | MUSICAL BLISS - CLEANLINESS | WHAT WE HOPE TO GAIN | THE FOOD FAIRY | UNDUE CEREMONY | IT'S FUNNY HOW RELIGION ARRIVES | CAN POETRY LIFT THE SPIRIT | ON THE LATHE | UPHILL CYCLIST | LITTLE JOHNNY | IN MEMORIAM | SKELETON SERVICE | SELF ANALYSIS | FEAR OF SCHOOL | GOD MOVES ON MYSTERIOUS MOTORWAYS | LADY CONTORTIONIST | THE BLESSED TRUMPET | BETJEMAN WAS RIGHT | YOU CAN'T GET QUICKER THAN A KITCHEN FITTER | MY PRAYER | BEAUTY AND THE BEAST | POWER TOOLS | I CAUGHT HER ON A SOFT TURN | ON THE OTHER SIDE | A POLICEMAN'S LOT | TO BE IN A BAND | PIANOFORTE | WAITING FOR THE BUS |

Giddy Gladness

I’ve got the giggles

I’m giddy.

I’m gloriously

gagging on

giant globdules

of jolly gaudery.

I’m galloping

in great

galoshes of

galumphing

gratefulness.

I’m guzzling

on amazing

hazing

gazing

dazzling

frazzling

razzmatazzling

gauntlets

of gargantuan

gladness!!!

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Also by Natfastic:

Find Me A Port | Judgements |

FATHER AND SON

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I touch your cheek,

I'm surprised, it's cold.

I reach for your hand

for I need it to hold.

 

I look upon your face

that beamed and sparkled

as we loved and laughed,

wrestled and tickled.

 

Your face is so pallid,

the sparkle is gone,

no more to smile

at the hot summer sun.

 

Your hair neatly tended,

you lie there so still

as I try, with memories,

...

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Tags: DEATH,FATHER,GOODBYE,KISS,laughter,LIFE,LOVE,SON

Also by THE PEN AND THE PAGE:

HOLLOW HALLS | GOOD MORNING | THE BENCH | ENOUGH IS ENOUGH | FLOATING FREE | FIRE ON THE HORIZON | A MOUSES TAIL | A WORD OF THANKS | END OF THE LINE | THE BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT | SHATTERED REFLECTION | A CHILDS EYE | BRAVE FACE | DRIVEN BY FEAR | WOODLAND WONDER | DREAMS OF A LIFE |

Another fine mess

ANOTHER FINE MESS

Election over finished and done,
another five years of Cameron.
Milliband sacked for getting beat
Lib Dems eight, UKIP one seat.
Freed by Nick glegg's night of woe
expect big changes to his manifesto! 

In tow with the Yanks imposition of peace
 carry on rubbish the Middle East. 
Finish the work of George Bush and his Pa
to fuck up completely North Africa

But wors...

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An Elegy for Charlie Parker

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I can see you sitting outside The Reno

where the Mob’s tight hold makes dollars spin.

You are scuffling the dust, then homing in

whenever Lester launches his solo.

 

Or I see you breathe at the music's source

through a taped and battered alto. Through scale

after scale you soar, so egotistical,

obsessive, chasing sounds no ears endorse.

 

Later on the hipsters hailed ...

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Also by David Cooke:

The Teatime Bulletin | For Robert Johnson | Funerals | Morning | The Gift | Moscow | Going to Mass |

looking for a poet

Looking for a Poet  

 

In Alexandria, the town before Washington, I waited for

the bus, it didn’t stop, but then it did and my face was the

whitest one on the bus. I had the address of a bar where

a famous poet used to frequent, but he was not there he was

at his yearly stay at a mental institution.

 

I had brought some poems with me wanted him to read,

this was years ag...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

JUST ANOTHER sUNDAY | Charleston Dance | charger sonnet | slow progress | waterloo | reward | women who drink and sex | the sober woman | a horse stry | Yang sing river | The Savannah | a Dream Called Israel | Waterloo | african elephant | Blame Russia | the great migration | Expanse of time | future unforeseen | cakes and ale | eggs | a rat | Ernest Hemingway reread | TV channels | the god dimension | as the sparrows flies | endless road | sex and the sea | the remote controller | Mermaid Fascination |

Scholarship

I started writing poetry at 13.

Writing to relieve my mind.
To try to rhyme like my 
Hip-Hop idols.
I would of never thought 
I would be writing for a
Scholarship.
Yes my brain is scholarly.
But my poetry puts me on
a Rocket Ship.
Flying me past the sky.
Past Cloud 7,8,9.
Past the stars.
I'm big headed like Jupiter.
I'm filled with nothing but gas and poet...

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Tags: Hip Hop,money,sell out

Also by Ja'Saun Young:

Bob Marley | I'm a Nigga | Under Pressure |

hospital gown green (06/28/2015)

burnt bridges grown back by the flesh of sacrifice;
regrown and abraded: ground up as red obsidian
made for careless feet, tapping on solemn, hallowed ground
Bled dry and fed back to the living.

Sigh
so much time spent making noises
mouth-mimicks hiding treasure like a throat infection
coy as is want to do, need to be: my predilection
Parroting:
Insidious, obsidion, ponchus pilot myrmidon

Rebels' waddle, bl...

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Tags: lung butter rum butter never meant to live this lo

Also by Zach Dafoe:

A Maui Closer to Home | poutine chips are ok (06/22/2015) | Knell is actually a great word (6/21/2015) | malinsky common ground (06/14/2015) | long light short shadow (6/10/2015) | run-on 1 (06/07/2015) | Cary Grant 2142 |

day sky

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sometimes i look at the sky
when driving, at speed
and I
see the clouds billow and fold 
an angry riposte at the audacity
of open miles
sometimes thick and black
they tumble
sometimes less afraid
they swoop a palette knife 
full of paint
and accentuate themselves with white tipped
curvature 
like waves in a torrent.
sometimes i look at the sky
and in the picks of rich umber and the red of a d...

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The Proletarian Poet part 4

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The latest instalment of The Proletarian poet - Part 4: Life as a poet. https://leilaniestewart.wordpress.com/2015/06/28/the-proletarian-poet-part-4/

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Tags: poetry comics,The Proletarian Poet

Also by Leilanie Stewart:

My poems in Message in a Bottle Magazine | Poetry Event at Askew Road Library | A Model Archaeologist now published! |

Night Thoughts

“One day she will turn to you and say “do you still love me?” and a million things will flash through your mind. you loved her when you met her because it was the right time. but now things have gone lifeless and when you look in her eyes you don’t see the galaxy you see a star and stars are beautiful but they can’t sustain life and she can’t give you what you need anymore. you need to tell her, d...

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Sweet Light

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The hour before sun does set and twilight born
 hazy aroma of cooling fields and hearts forlorn
 Homeward bound, and bound to home
 The wayward desires cease to roam

 
 Sweet light nymph strays into beaten field
 To catch that haze she dares to feel
 She writes a glimpse of hope untold
 As fragile as the petals she dares to hold

 

© Katypoetess  2015

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Tags: Katypoetess

Also by Katypoetess:

Solstice | Beholden to Behind |

In a Box

In a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head,

Are the broken toys of a childhood, laid to rest in premature separation.

Drowned emotions and strangled feelings, together dressed in black,

Are shadows of an inquisitive soul that might have been set free,

Were it not for a box with rusty padlocks in a corner of my head.

 

The keys, personally guarded on my jailors’ chain,

...

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Like Snow

We fall at night 
cover everything
and yet by morning 
there is no trace 
we ever were at all

You're so cold
and me...
I melt too easily


(June 2015)

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Tags: snow

Also by Tom:

Searching |

Almost Impossible Forest

Enchanted scenes running for my life

Lost horrible in the creepy mist of the strange dark woods

Think that I may very be well and truly gone good and proper

I have been in the water so my phone is broke

Acting absurd like there's no tomorrow.

I met two of my mates, it was weird, the one with the axe, I didn't really look at him,

I focused on the other man witness me dribbling mag...

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Also by SPACEGHOST:

Wave One |

honey trap

Near imprisoned in amber

a jurassic insect survives only

by sacrificing a limb

 

so too my heart

in escaping a sweet love turned sour

leaves behind

the most foolish part of itself

willingly sacrificed

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Also by Rose Casserley:

Hastings | dark response | dulling | Mind poison | Both God and Devil.... | Folding | unbarring holds | Needing to top the Will | tactitian | Teachers bet | soiree | bullshitting Casanova | Belial | Again the dread | Dying diary entries | When I am miles away | Resolving | Needing to be at one | An Atheists funereal inconvenience | Knee trembling | Waiting for Angel heart |

On a mat appears...(an early practice poem for a public art commission)

 

Sliver, slip, slub, snarl, sup-up

pins, pair, pick, put up,

inandoutinandoutinandout,

nip, nicking, necking, nosing,

nightnoisesirensnevending,

inaweinaweinawe,

nocturnal nattering ‘til noon,

get-up garble gibbering go work

 

Murmeringmutteringmouthingmilling

unclearunblockingunravelling

laying-on, let-in, long lever

endsneverendneverendnever home again up ...

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Tags: cotton,Elk Mill Spinning Mule,mill slang,mills.,work

The fairytale gone bad

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That lonely, dark the path she took;

led her down to the bickering brook.

the leaves of the fall, ahead they rushed ;

as she walked down the lane in hush.

They whispered all along the way;

"And she wept in quiet" they say.

The starry sky lit her trail,

and the fireflies carried her love's mail.

She called up the fairytale gone bad;

the fairytale she dreamt,

washed away by the stream...

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Also by aparajita das:

Reminiscence |

Are you the Cannon?

Are you the vessel?

The vein?

The path?

 

Are you the fuel?

The impetus?

The drive?

 

Are you the moral?

The whole point?

The final punctuation?

 

Are you the fuse?

The chasing ?

The whats next?

 

We wish we were the whole thing,

Beginning to end.

 

But we all have our place.

 

Point.

 

Burn.

 

Incite.

 

Land.

 

...

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Also by Corr Lens:

Red White and Burbank- Deathy and the Dive |

WEEKLY WAV 195 OF 230: MUSING ON WIMLEDON

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Poem 195 of 230:  MUSING ON WIMBLEDON - SUMMER 2002

2001 got somewhat cheeky,
    So, on my T.V., I was pleased to see
Old-fashioned etiquette about the net…
    But oh! to get among the coaching set.
Thus, here is a technique that I’d teach:
    Two-hands each side - either off when can’t reach.
And, as for thoughts on pay, I do not say
    “Amateur play” but “spread-out the outlay.”

(C)...

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us

The blade of lust cuts me deep, And u seem to like the sight of it, And nothing takes us by chance, Not even when I break and u just stand. Far off u see a pretty sight, You do everything and u slay me, But when u get there, All has gone to none, All was always dust. And now when u know u'll die, U run back. U touch. And u want our fire back, When nothing took us by chance, For a ...

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Tags: Broken hearts

Should i

As im sitting here trying to fall asleep 
I cant help but to constantly think
Of you and all your lies 
How you confide and cheat
How could I of been so dumb to love someone like you 
Not a man
Not a human 
Not a safe haven 
Who are you ?
How could you let me give you all that I ever had?
While you left me wanting more like the end of a chip bag!
How dare you try to tell me that youll always be here
Cuz winte...

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Also by Autum:

NO WAY | Im sorry |

the paint and the puddles

The wind it tackles

the leaves and the litter

the leaves and the litter

the leaves and the past

 

the sun it is drying

the paint and the puddles

the paint and the puddles

the paint and the past

 

I saw the bend coming

the bend was approaching

the bend in the road

that soon would be passed

 

I saw her look sadden

she feared I was leaving

the leaves...

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

anointment | ... a can or art | taxi | look see here she comes | Calligraphy | Konnichiwa |

On Centralplatz

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Look close, look far

too far?

(too far)

Cars come, cars go

tortured, metal boxes, smudged colours

on tattered tarmac.

Pneumatic drill sounds, distant

hammering, dry clatter

on summer paving.

A man, newspaper

folds and departs kiosk

shimmered in sun.

The calls from traders

I heard them, then

did not hear them

(refused to hear them).

Stepped inside a p...

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Tags: 2014,bombs,excitement,Nostalgia,tedium,terrorists

Also by David Blake:

The Boathouse |

MAKING A POINT

Making a Point

I’m understanding
To a point
When the point
Becomes too sharp
I become blunt

I’m blunt 
To understanding
When the understanding
Becomes a point
I become sharp

I’m sharp to the blunt
When too understanding

I become a cunt
Making a point

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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

ATTIC DARTH VADER | THE 19TH FLOOR | Colour Me In |

A poet at prayer

(before the idea of man/woman Christian marriage vanishes utterly, a re-post about what it was all about)

 

WIFE WISH

(an ode)

 

Lord, send me a natural woman.
A straight, proud, toss her head,
Fling back her curl,
Thoroughbred,
Steady-eyed girl
With satin-supple flesh.
Let September sunsets through a mesh
Of low mist glint
And deepen her hair to a copper-gold tint.
Let her...

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Prose about Her

 She is a beautiful woman, my mind is taken by her. But this is not the first time I have fallen to fancy. I tend to exaggerate in a longing for romance; yes, I could list many superlatives about her. But what would that say? Really, nothing might happen. She might love someone else. I might love someone else. Then this desire to potray her, as one who is ideal, so as to be poetic, is hopeless. I ...

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Tags: Beauty,Love

A Letter To Mother

I cried for your life,
Grieving not only
For what I lost
But for all you
Had taken from you.
You deserved a fairer chance
To be, to live.
I wanted those things for you.
I wrote you a letter once
When I was 12 perhaps.
It was less than a year
After your death.
It may have been the day
Before cynicism
Took hold of my thoughts,
Forcing me to see
An adult world
Through a child's eyes.
...

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Tags: bereavement,childhood,loss,mother

Also by Helen:

Wednesday's Child | A Wife of Boredom | Abandoned | Colour of Love | Cover-Up | Belief | Oceanic Art | I Feel You | West End Wandering | King and Queen of the Quad | Judgement |

Changes

I didn't know

how many muscles

a body can have

until tonight.

I didn't know

one can dwell in Eden

if there is no god

until a year ago.

I thought I knew

one can fall from grace

any time

without relief

or justification.

But I didn't know

what it means to descend

and how long the road,

and to where,

to crash or land,

I still don't know.

 

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Also by Celia:

In Absentia |

Fortress

Barricaded in our Thames-side fort

We heard the explosions 

The blast’s did not reach us 

The blast’s were contained by buildings built on Empires fortune

 

Those buildings shook, yet still stood

We shook, but still stand

 

Our enemies toil to build bigger bombs

We build bastions of hope impervious to hatred 

 

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Also by Joyti:

We loved her so | Offered Knee |

I Picked You

as i sit across from her i knew i had to say something, but the only problem was, how do i go about doing so?
i have wanted to tell her for a while now but i get all flustered when i try.
how can it be so difficult to get a few words out i mean its barely even a sentence.
i know that the longer i wait the harder its going to get but shes looking at me, with no idea of what i am about to say.
o...

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Tags: comedy,love

Also by dumbmango:

The Elevator |

Writing 'proper' poetry

Peppercorn eyes or was it peppermint eyes, does it matter?

Something...orginal eyes! Something blazing eyes...something dreamy and crapper.

Yes, so he tasted of morning breath and the blandness of saliva

but just write that he tasted of strawberries and hope because that sounda a lot nicer!

...Wait... stop! The ryhme is off!

Can you have more ryhme this time, less variation.

Sort...

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Tags: comedy,humour,literature,poetry,prestige,restrictions,rules

Answer

I took your purple book

and with a purple smile

I pitched it in the bin

wishing it were you.

I would laugh to see you 

ground to pulp

in the purple teeth

of the trash truck.

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Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:

The Encounter | Morning Mantra |

Sleep

Often, I lie awake, staring at my phone

A blinking green light reminding me

that someone, somewhere too is awake

night replaces day

a cycle

never ending

as long as we spin

connected

yet alone.

 

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Also by Preeti:

Turning 24 | Missing You | Materialism |

canto 11

below the decked black clouds
the upper reaching moor shines emerald now
lit by the slashing sun
between the rain soaked rungs
of the ladder bent above
without rainbow or climbing feet

the raw bouldered hanging cliff
yellow in the evening state
stripped to demerara soft
to mock their hardness and their weight

as all melt away at night
to their beds again they go
but those of us unsure ...

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Tags: divine comedy

Also by jeremy young:

the education of norma | canto 8 | canto 3 | meeting a nazi | back eye | then |

madness

am inside

i am banging am kicking am shouting

but am still inside

inside by myself

lonely, lonely lonely ..... frightened

its dark its quiet

the silence... the silence...... the silence

it drives me crazy then,

the whispers.........its soothing

the voices i hear.......... but later they become loud

loud loud loud .............they call ......louder and louder

i ban...

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My Apology

To her, to them, and to the rest

Please know that I did my best

For you though the pain fills my chest

But to have known you, I feel so blessed

 

To the one who holds my aching heart

It is my fault that we’re apart

Funny, beautiful and oh so smart

But it is I who has been such a tart

 

The past remains a total blur

Temptations have been my torture, my lure

What ...

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Tags: loss,love

Also by Thion D. Morriaty:

La vita e la morte |

June Solstice

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The longest day of the year
in the Northern hemisphere.
The most Sun we experience.
For those seeking abundance
it’s a magical time – astrology says.
It has glorious beams and seeds
that you planted in spring
ripen and sweet fruit bring.
And here is a practical advice
that can’t be bought for any price.
Spend time in reflection and meditation
to understand the real world’s creation.
Listen and...

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Tags: nature,real life,sun

No Back Road

There was once a girl
Or maybe
More than one
I think I might
Of said this
To the wrong one
What we will do is
Take the back road
Out of town 
Be warned
We will see people
And places we know 
And chance in at folk
We know
Sat in circles so small
They will never find it
In their hearts to make
Two little fish
Who swim out 
Of a pond
Out to the sea
But be told
Listen on well
There's one road out 
But no road back
Are you wit...

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