Psalm 1

For the Lord


Wicked delight


Blessed is the one

like chaff

that the wind blows away


like a tree

          whose leaf does

 wither— wither— wither— wither— wither— wither—



the wicked

sinners take righteous


in the law of the Lord,





whatever they do prospers.


Not so the

fruit in season


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Tags: all text taken from psalm 1

Also by Stu Buck:

Britain First | Cryptic Crossword 26696 | Junk | garibaldi | Fed | Luke 10:25 |


i keep
a light on
for you
quiet voices
each nodding
of an hour

the night
passes cold
the ache
of my fingers

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Eagerly anticipated

Conscripted into lines

All of the colour but none of the smoke

It’s Friday night

And he’s had a few Pints

Of sup up and soak

There’s a queue at the place

Where the white queen rules

A place for a bit of sniff and snort

Teased out of hiding

With two tenner’s and a promise of more

No thought

No hesitation

No look of heartfelt perspiration


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The Tragic Tale Of Sprout's Demise (being an explanation of the eating habits of some monkeys at festive times)

Before the ape forsook his tree, to totter upright everywhere,
There was an age, long past and gone, when sprouts had arms and legs and hair;
And in a world where I.Q. scores were running at an all time low,
The clever sprout bestrode the stage, proclaiming forth with fine bon mots.

And all the creatures were agreed that if poetic words were gold,
Their friend, the sprout, would surely be t...

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Also by Jonathan Humble:

The Bung ... or why chimpanzees avoid elephants on trolleys | The Ballad Of The Fruit Bowl |

Come clarity, deliver us

How clever to entangle words

To block clear comprehension

Communications gift

Dismissed by glib pretension


The meaning is beyond our fathom

Please adjust your setting

For all the colour in the words

Their worth is for forgetting


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Also by David Moore:

Self taught | And The Man Booker Prize for Fiction goes to.... | Drum beaten | After the Bomb | Fishing with words | October | The other kind | Paedophile |


Something you want but cannot get

Something you wish is only a dream

Something you hear is empty promises

Something you feel is indivisible

Something you see is a blank image

Something you think is imaginary

Something you say is silent

Something is something

That the world is hoping for.


-Emily Anne            ~10-04-15~


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Also by Emily Anne:

Something... |



(A gentle riposte to the modern obsession with "paedos")


Pausing high above the beach,

I watch the children out of reach,

Racing down the golden sand,



Children dancing in the sea

Remind me how I used to be,

Free from care and full of fun,

A happy boy beneath the sun.



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Also by M.C. Newberry:


October Morn

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The dawn breaks gently on crisp October morn

Through misty eyes I welcome the new born day

A golden sun shimmers gently across the land

As a lush dew laden grassy carpet guides my way

A cloud of starlings paints a picture across the sky

Putting on a prize winning performance to die for

The trees shed their tears of yellow orange and red

Onto a warm welcoming cushioned kaleidos...

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autumnal song

Autumnal Song

Memories are not crystal clear they are like

a broken mirror upon which the sun sometimes

shines, residue of the imagined what ensued

or will happens are of equal interest and as time

does not move only things within does

the past and future is the same, yet it pains me

I shall not see my savannah again and I have

no pictures to prove it existed and the field ...

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Also by jan oskar hansen :

(untitled) |

Late night bus from Bolton

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Calloused into a whisper
The loss of your love
Hangs around Moor Lane Station
Next to the market
Burying kisses
At the back of the town hall
Where once you shook Peter Kay’s hand
Into a pasture of love
Stretching past Sainsbury’s
Near the Sweet Green
With our love becoming shapes
Chipped by the moonlight
Clamped in the rain
Asthmatic in the sil...

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From the same lump of clay.

Equality for mankind

begins and ends

in one indisputable fact.

We are taken from

the same lump of clay.

In the reason for the taking

the making and shaping

there is no equality.

It is the choice and power

of the potter who forms.

Some as vessels of wrath

fitted for destruction

others as vessels of mercy

which He has prepared for glory.

Neither vessel has a...

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Also by Huw Thomas:

Oblivious | Tears. | ...without hope. | If only, if only, if only. | fake. |



by Canyon Bates


Rooting around, finding

and seeking, flitting spot to spot,

carrying with them bits of those

who have sped on.

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Also by Canyon Bates:

The Key | The True Monster | Abominations | Unfinished Business | Vendor |

That Little Four Letter Word Called Love

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In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?

This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…

Karl Marx said religion was the ...

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Tags: dating,etiquette,four letter word,love,moral,plenty of fish,POF,relationships,sex,sexual revolution


she waits for her lover on the millpond bridge

in the autumn sun on Michaelmas day

the waterwheel forever turning

caressing the river in its turbulent play.


      In a Tavistock tavern her lover lies

      in the arms of a drunken brazen whore.

      The golden sun engulfs the room

      their clothes lie strewn on the riven floor.


Lust explodes as his seed is spe...

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Also by ray pool:



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A chant I have not heard for almost 60 years.

Playtime was fun and frightening and formative at primary School.  It was a Boys School and play reflected that.

Ad hoc games of football were being played up and down and across the yard.  Picture Manchester United playing Manchester City at Old Trafford while Tottenham played Arsenal across the pitch and several pockets of unrelated kick-a-bout...

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Also by John Coopey:

84-0 |

Ramsbottom Literary and Arts Festival

On 21st November 2015, we all swing into action to light up the whole town with words and arts!

Make a day of it.. Arrive on the ELR as part of their Ales and Tales event. Come for brunch and leave your kids writing in the library 

Events for all the family all day and an 'adults only' theme in the evening as poetry meets burlesque.

See the website for details

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Tags: art,burlesque,creative writing,festival,Literature,poetry

An Old Protection Spell

Take ye one bulb of fresh garlic,

Pass it through the smoke of an open fire,

Then shove it in your anus, it's good protection,

Against being buggered by Dracula.

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Also by Ledger de la Bald:

Grandpa | A Viking Non-Saga | Sweet Nellie Dean |

running away


I think about running away every day

closing the front door behind me

jumping in the car

turning on the ignition and driving

and it’s always to a high cliff top

or a windy mountain ledge

somewhere on the very edge of life

somewhere I can see the other side


I think about running away every day

turning my life anonymous

taking to the empty roads

a wandering...

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Also by Colin Hill:

word letting | Southern BBQ Sauce | perpetual desk calendar |

Better Life by Josh Ford

We are moving to this
better life,
moving past the fog of
our inhibitions,
being and becoming,
being and becoming,
restless movement to
our promised self.

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Also by Josh Ford:

Replica by Josh Ford | Neon by Josh Ford |

Delicate Love-

Delicate Love


            Moving day; a time of excitement, worry and letting go. My baby girl has finished college, married the man of her dreams and is beginning a new chapter in her life.  The van left an hour ago and on a whim I went to the attic to make sure she had everything. I glanced around and tucked in the corner the words “china” in girlish writing popped out at me.


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Tags: inspiration,love,memories,moving on

up is down and down is up

up is down and down is up


today I rocketed on my jet boots

from the top of my favourite fig tree

to the first level of the upper world

where I met the laughing Buddha


together we danced ring-a-rosie 

and went cloud diving

caught a tornado to the second level

emerging in the garden of Eden

where we floated on lotus flower lie-lows

in a pool

with a shy frog


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Blue Collar Black Face

Grey poverty and shining ignorance,

both born of passive rage

now lie burnt out behind taut eyelids,

neither choosing fortune’s path,

two poor and proud

unwelcome bedfellows

both strangers

gouging blindly heavenwards

to scar their unjust biased constellations,

then fall, defeated

spent, unsatisfied

to await their tragic epilogues,

duly cowed, with star-bruised f...

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From the website Can CDA be applied to poetry?

Critical Discourse Analysis is the study of language either verbal or nonverbal. It deals with the understanding of meaning hidden in the utterances. Teachers, Linguists, and professionals apply various tools of CDA for the analysis of language. Can such tools be applied for the analysis of poetic language? SHEERAZ ALI


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Budgetary Democide


Liam Fox fixes roofs by hitting old folks hard,

hammering the benefits that keep them warm and dry.

Alex Wild thinks they won’t recall who cut their fuel,

and even if they did, well he’s expecting them to die


so it doesn’t matter anyway, does it Alex Wild,

to freeze out folk who pay your wages, keep your nazi arse

in a Tax Alliance think tank making money from the old?


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Tags: third reich,tory policy,tory threat

Like a cigarette

Bro,tell me please
To your heart's content
Enjoying a French kiss
In squeezing out
The nectar of their lady-hood
Not remiss,
Are the lasses
A cigarette
For a while you keep
By your chest
To burn them to ashes
And ignominiously
Squash them down
Under your heels?

For men  who take(suck) away everything they need from a woman and run away!
#love   #selfish   #platonic   #fickle  

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Tags: Love selfish fickle Platonic

Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:

To hide a bloodstined hand | What shall I be ? |

After the consultation


I must be away soon
It can`t be long
The old heart
Now going like the clappers
Now missing the odd beat
Blood trickle
At the core
-The crux-
Of the whole - the entire - caboodle
Then The Big Blot

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Also by Harry O`N eill:

Bon Voyage |

A Pint of Bitter, A Pint of Mixed, And Some Change for the Pool Machine Please!

A Pint of Bitter, A Pint of Mixed, And Some

     Change for the Pool Machine Please!


     I will not cry upon your departure –

Hard man,

     I will neither bury my head

In hands or upon her false buxom,

     But I will remember,


     I will not sing praises

And platitudes of honour,

And lie like a bastard –

Perhaps the bastard I am,


     I will r...

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Also by Noetic-fret!:

An Evolution of Attitude |


Several times i was around you,

Several times in your heart.

You promised to love me forever,

And i did hold on to that thought.


So love hold me tight now more than ever,

Soon you will be gone and this time will be over.

Again there will be long days and lonely nights,

Without you being there by my side.


You will be far far away in the land of fire and fury,


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Tags: love,Pain,soldier

waxwood prayer (10/04/2015)

Retired to a place where men die
old and comfortable by their favored brand of cigarettes,
burned themselves down and down into heroic coals 

down and down , the flags of the fathers
ashes reigning benevolence over sons in memoriam 
a tired, doomed sphere in the middle of nowhere,
dandered with bones and renamed home.
It's all just a place with a hearth for hearts
where these earned embers...

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Tags: waxwood panama shuffle

Also by Zach Dafoe:

heather (10/04/2015) | sequels to helena (10/04/2015) |

Sunday Morning Love

My legs are still unsteady.
Sticky and shaking.
My body heavy and relaxed.
The sheets are a tangled mess
and so is my hair.
But I don’t have one care.
My To Do list forgotten.
As I lay here catching my breath.
A smile plastered across my lips
and your taste on my tongue.

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Also by R Miller:

xx |

The Launch

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Found the chords, the riffs are born,
got a front, an axe, a bass, some beats.
The song is written, the group is formed,
what name should the vessel take to the streets?

A mother?  A lover? Seek out a legend?
Symbolic?  Insane? Cast off the vote.
No taking the sis!  Impress my girl-friend
anchor success with a name like a boat.

Think of book; of a pub, of a film script;
see the soft s...

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Tags: bands,boat,launch,naming,rock

Cardboard Protest

You’ve peeled off

the label


Want to stick

It on me


Reduced, damaged

Used goods

With no



Label edges


Barcode won’t






The repeated


Of your nob

On the


Of porn


You won’t

Shut the


On this




You've put

Me In 



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Also by Lynn Hamilton:

Fragile |

You're not right in the head if you think I want to fit in

No offence I have my reasons

Blooming moody poetry

I got 5 out of 10 for performing in Didsbury the crowd loved it

F the haters they may dislike my face but at least I dispise them aswell

Mmm money lovers should remember not everyone's had a sheltered childhood soz

I've said too much its never enough

You make me feel l...

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Dumb Destiny

I cannot speak to you anymore.

Though over these clay hearted years,

we never really spoke at all.


So now it finally must end

as I am taken once again

by collared, artistic agenda.


I cut languid love loose

re-tie dumb, devoted knots

that only he will now render.


Forbidden of fruitful verse

which may wistfully introduce

play on words of mourning.


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Tags: Katypoetess,love,love poetry


My blood is kept in a capsule in which she carries
She uncorks the top and it dribbles into the ground
Sinking below me, in the roots I stand over
And it devours me like quicksand as well her screams

My body is cold.

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Sleeping Beauty

Sleeping Beauty

She looks at me with those mesmerizing eyes
And tells me, "Love, this is goodbye."
Her sweet lips draws up a smile and she blows me a kiss
Whispering, "I love you and I'll see you in a bit."
She close her eyes and rest her soul
Her love is all that I want to know
Her breathing, steady and quiet
Her body, soundly asleep
Therefore, I quietly kiss her on the cheek
And sile...

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Also by Smash Lee:

The Lover's Plight | Crush | The Lover's Truth | Sliver of the Moon | The Hurricane |


Noggin the nog

and muffin the mule

will ...... you .......

... .. ....... ... drool?



words and foto Tommy Carroll

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Also by Tommy Carroll:

One hour poem |

If we

If we had made it

Beyond the fleeting few days

Like a lightly scented cool breeze

Initial euphoria, strong like whiskey

Down a gullet used to wine

Pale rose,

Where we breathed in love

Lost in clouds, white and serene

Like your brown brow, uncreased and smooth

If we had made it beyond those days

We would have broken up by now

And have been breaking in

New faces.


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A time, I knew death; and birth.
With belief I will be
an Autumn leaf
looking for Spring.

Winter is not the season
for foolish gravediggers
who await the journey to warmth.


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Poem 17 of 230:  THROUGH WHAT WAS

During Europe’s summer, ‘88,
    At a wall my bag was checked:
A brief smile at what gave it weight...
    Sun-cream lid back - mood not wrecked.
I walked past plain buildings and cars,
    And entered a small food-store.
Its goods were plain, also: no sweet bars;
    The essentials - not much more.
As I bought crispbread with money changed,
    A row be...

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The Ghost That Flitters

The ghost that flitters through your night

may be fully alive in another’s  sight,

for the dimensions where they appear as a wisp

may not be the same as that where they’re kissed…


Imagine if your mind is ready for this notion yet

that the ghosts you see are not dead for I bet,

what you see is merely a slim projection from

another dimension of this world where they bel...

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Tags: fantasy,fear,ghosts

Numb Too

Certain situations you become numb too

Just certain things ain’t what it use too

My language is disguise it what it said too

Even though my heart is against you

Left for dead made for two

Living life not youth too

Forgiving past that aren’t truthful

Giving life to people who use you

Is this what it’s about?

I can’t give a concern

Yearning for idealism in realism


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9 to 5 hell.

On the surface, I look calm and steady,
But inside it feels that I'm not at all ready,
These expectations of being someone that they have from me,
Are not my aspirations, its not who I ought to be.

Do what you love, it's what they once said,
But then you job coz you need to get paid,
I killed the child inside me a long time ago,
Creativity at it's finest is what I craved for.

Then came...

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Looking something in the mirror of life
I found  a image so aright
Was it eternal ,or a ephemeral, I had seen
A hope it was ,that has kept me alive  

Endeavouring a new chapter of courage 
Aiming right at the euphoric  season 
Happiness and prosperity at my door
Looking for the vivacious voyage 

Quietness showed a new meaning then
Words became silent in there sleeves
Action was a new...

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I Walk Out of My Door and It is Here.

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The time has come when my sweaters don't seem so strange.

I appreciate this time greatly. 

My littlelest boy in his tiny, long-sleeved frog pajamas. 

My littlelest girl in her plaid and sweatshirt. 

In my mind that song plays over and over.

The leaves fall in the sound. 

My happiness returns with the colder weather. 

My anticipation of excitement expounds.

They in their war...

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Tags: autumn,fall,sweaters



Wandering, aimless, blameless but blind
Searching for something you’ll never find
A wanderer, a squanderer of time...
A nomad, placeless, faceless,
Just like the rest. Eyes firmly set
On what you can get from today.
Ignoring the voices in your head
Carping, “What about tomorrow?”
Harping, “Consider the past.”
Is it the end? Has the dice been cast?
Seeing the world t...

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Tags: Poetry.