There's two sides to this scenario 

If you are living your life in stereo

The abundant beauty fades to grey

Lord knows we've seen better days 

Lived yet loved long

Was not so easily forgotten 

It's crest still resides in our hearts

As pure as the light of our conception 

Brothers and sisters lived free

Not of the land

Not of our obligations 

But of the heart

Som...

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Underworld

     Life here, life now,

be akin to a forced air environment,

   the day pans out as before and,

      the tickly cough and sore throat;-

            a common denominator in our being.

     Before all the labels were created

for observance of all and fully kept,

   we had choice of being – besides

   the submariner we now are,

      there wa...

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Now, I am left with myself.
Not in the way I once hoped,
But in a way that feels cold, detached.
I whisper words of self love,
Yet they feel hollow, like rehearsed lines in a play
Where no one is watching.

I try to believe that I am whole,
That I am enough
But the shadows of my past selves linger,
The ones I sacrificed for love
That was never meant to last.
Now, love is not something ...

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I don't know where it comes from
This pain I carry in my chest
It’s a weight I don't understand
But I keep going, as if the burden were my truth
There’s something inside me
A desire that gets lost in the shadows
But I insist, I insist
Because, maybe, there’s no other way to be
I looked into the abyss
And the abyss didn’t look back at me
Only the silence echoing within
And I, trying to b...

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I know now

                  what this is. This is me

                                                                     pushing 

Go Away! You!                  I can't quit you and 

                                                           lordy

does this girl hate to fail. Anything.

So I try to make you quit me, which, actually

         you've already done

            ...

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Pip stands at the world's edge,
dreams vast as the sea.
A journey wrapped in every pledge,
discovering who he’s yet to be.

The past guides, not binds,
a compass in his hand.
Each step unveils new paths,
an uncharted land.

In every twist, a story speaks,
a future bright with possibilities.
Pip's journey continues,
each moment a squeak of hope.


 

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My personal project for #NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month) is a tiny little project "resonant whispers" where I will write, short intimate pieces, reflections you could say, capturing the quiet moments and lingering feelings that shape our lives. Ghosts, personal experiences, raw emotions and the subtle beauty of the everyday.

For all of these poems, I will be stripping down my poetry t...

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Putin, with power so bold,
Made enemies vanish, we're told.
With vodka, a sip,
And a poisonous grip,
He'd silence them—brutal and cold.

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It’s Trump-tastic, policy elastic
What he said yesterday
Ain’t what he said today
What’s today’s favourite word?
What’s today’s favourite steaming turd?
It’s tariffs, tariff-tastic
Tariffs on cheap Chinese plastic
China, nowhere finer
For your cheap Chinese plastic MAGA tat
Your cheap Chinese plastic MAGA hat
Meanwhile here’s a pile for the EU
Meanwhile here’s a pile for the UK too
Not...

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I threw a stick & it came back

A boomerang! It knocked my hat

I picked the stick up off the floor

And threw the bloody thing some more

But every time it came right back 

I said, “C'mon, cut me some slack!”

It hit my chest, it hit my face 

But, still, I threw it in disgrace 

Then, found inscribed upon the thing

The words that made my sane bell ring:

Don't bea...

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That blind Mare

left alone by the herd as usual

shakes her head to gain short respite

from the eye blinkerings of Horseflies

soon to return

head lowered she snuffles about trying to find

a dewy grass stem to coil her tongue around

she cautiously saunters in my direction

stopping a few feet away from where I am

is she able to sense my pitying presence I wonder?

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By animus animated, 

As if aspiring to

Mercilessness, conspiring

To harm, but when

Push comes to shove, 

They deflect, even

Gloat, as their 

Perjured words pollute

The air, yet fail

To cloak their soul's 

Practised emptiness...

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I awoke, on the beach
at Durdle Door
Pebbles jabbing their bony fingers
into the knuckles of my spine
Tear tracks make maps of cheeks
a brew of salt and sand
that cannot easily be brushed away

The alarm call of gulls above
they want my chips
But it’s 4am
and these hands are empty
with swollen palms
and throbbing skull
I have nothing to offer
them… or anyone

The busy sea endlessl...

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My dog is running in his sleep.
He makes muffled noises,
chasing after who knows what.

He seems to be having fun.
Do dogs have nightmares?

His eyes twitching quicker now,
he must be very close
to running down his dream.
I hope he sees me there with him.

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I like your style 
Just the thought of you
Makes me break a smile 
You have got a good vibe
Stay around for a little while
I like your style

Just when I had given up hope
You arrived and I could cope
On the horizon the sun burst through
Shining brightly on me and you
Under a clear blue cloudless sky
If we had wings we would surely fly
I looked up to the heavens with glee
A new ...

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Let go of it all and release yourself…

Forget hiding behind the bookshelf…

Put all your worries and stress behind…

Maybe a bit of fun with a romantic grind…

Not thinking about the past or the future…

Just living the present with some humour…

There is no point in dwelling on things…

So, fly high with your gorgeous wings…

The soul needs pampering and rest…

Remember, you ha...

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a mischievous breeze

stings our faces under

a cloudless, pale blue

thin sky that offers no

explanation,

walkers stroll a little faster

without meaning to

keen gardeners choose rest

instead and draw up the

coming seasons’ plans,

the sun hangs camouflaged

pallid, silver, counterfeit

demanding homage but with

no credible currency,

we too ...

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Echoes of you remain, a haunting refrain
A summer breeze that soothed my soul's deep pain
Your voice, a gentle melody that filled my days
A symphony of love that chased my darkest ways

But now, I question the truth I thought I knew
A vision blurred by love's distorted view
I search for answers in the eyes that once shone bright
Seeking the reality that ended our delight

Time, a mirror,...

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Jack’s fancy was a bungalow,

Nestled quietly near the woods;

A garden and a patio,

A place to store his worldly goods.

A haven close to nature’s heart,

Where he could ponder and could rest;

A spot for music and for art,

And all the things he liked the best.

But pleasure soon began to wane,

As viral traffic pounded past,

And noise from each approaching plane

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Dear friends!

        Please read my poem in the comments.

                            Regads,

                         Larisa

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All At Once

I refuse to use punctuation

So you cannot take a breath

It might cause consternation

Resulting in your death

It could remove all context

And lead you to confusion

But it makes my life less complex

So pardon its non-inclusion

If it fails to transmit my intention

Or the subject matter at hand

It might not hold your attention

Which is not what I ha...

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John (The Hat) Keenan was a local miscreant of some renown.  He was recently found dead in his cell in Armley Prison.  He was a drugs dealer, but more Arthur Daley than Pablo Escobar.  The drugs he smuggled and dealt in were hookey Indian Viagra.  I wrote this homage to him a few years ago.

There’s a bloke goes down our pub – he’ll be prob’ly scoffing grub

With the chips he eats he’ll n...

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All he wants to do is wrap his arms around him

But he must curtail the sanguine of his love 

There can be beauty

There can be sanguine

in enchevêtrement,

in complication and entanglement,

in mismatch and incongruity

Two opposing feelings

do not have to fit together,

It doesn't have to be a conflict

We created rupture

We prised open something

...

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